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bippot · 2 years

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Summary: After a long day at work, Jake just wants to go home and be pampered by his girlfriend because he's been working so hard and they've got a busy day tomorrow.

Looking after his sister's little ones and a Halloween party is easier to deal with if his lovely girlfriend shares the responsibilities.

Tags: Established Relationship, First Meetings, Fluff and Smut, Domestic Fluff, Massage, Halloween Costumes, Family Fluff

Song Recommendation: Monster Mash by Bobby Pickett

The Crew, Jake Martin Masterlist - here

(Ps. I know The Crew fandom is mostly dead but I had written this ages ago and thought, 'huh, why not post it?')

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That's what Jake was. Overworked. For the past couple of weeks, Catherine had him doing non stop interviews, fan meetings, and television appearances. Non-fucking stop. It was driving him crazy, and he knew it. He was exhausted. He hadn't had a day off in ages. He didn't think he could physically be able to take much more.

All he wanted to do was hurry home to his lovely girlfriend and become one with his indent on the couch for the next couple of hours. He could just turn his brain off and let Y/N give him as many smooches as she was willing to give him. That was how he got through most days.

Well, that's how he got through the days that she was home. Y/N was a comedian. A good one. Or at least that's what Jake thought. And that was what her legion of fans (who had a tendency to pry too much into her life) also believed.

To Jake, she was the funniest woman, no, person in the world. Not only that, she was the most beautiful human he'd ever come across, inside and out. This woman who brought joy to millions was his. He got to go home to the beautiful Y/N L/N. It was actually something that he couldn't even fathom. How did he get so lucky?

It wasn't luck. It was all thanks to one of his sponsors, 'Sweet Victory', which was a vodka brand that Y/N was fond of. So fond of that she managed to weasel herself a contract with them. In exchange for a lifetime supply of booze, Y/N had to star in a few adverts for the company. That was easy. She could do that in her sleep.

She had been the face of Sweet Victory for a while when the company decided to sponsor Bobby Spencer Racing. Y/N never understood why an alcohol supplier sponsored a sport that focused on driving. Intoxication and cars? Yeah, that is a great thing to endorse.

But, she got free shit and the chance to hang out with an incredibly cute pro athlete man? Fucking sign Y/N up. Apparently, someone's PR person thought it would make for a great chance to pair the two together. Comedy's rising starlet and the dashing playboy of NASCAR? It was a match made in advertising heaven.

Catherine had been a little hesitant at first. Jake's first commercial hadn't gone as well as she'd expected it to go. But he was on his own for that one. Y/N was seasoned when it came to being in front of a camera since that was her literal job. She was known to be easy to work with, so Catherine gave it the go ahead.

What she didn't know was that Jake had the biggest crush on his scene partner. It was weird. Jake never got nervous, but on the day he was supposed to meet Y/N, he couldn't help but get slightly ramble-y with nerves. He paced around Kevin's office, declaring with every step, "I’m not nervous. Not at all. But, what if I, like, look at her and just accidently recite her last comedy special. Word for word. Cause I know it. I do. I always watch it after a race to help calm me down. Should I tell her that? Or would that be weird?"

Kevin and Beth just stared at him. Their eyes followed every move he made. Jake was actually going to be starstruck. It had happened before when he heard that Ashton Kutcher placed bets on him coming in second (with Blaney in first, but he didn't like to think about that part), and he almost got so dazed that Kevin thought it would be unsafe for him to drive. In the end, Jake came twelfth and felt an intense shame that he let the presenter of Punk'd down. He couldn't let Y/N down that way. Oh fuck, that would be, honestly, the most awful thing in the entire world.

"She's, like, the funniest person ever," Jake sputtered.

"I thought you said I was the funniest person ever?"

"I lied, Kev!"

He stopped in place and tried to calm himself down, taking a couple of deep breaths before speaking again, "I'm good. I'm calm." He then remembered that he wasn't just going to see her, he was going to have to talk to her too. "Oh fuck, I lied. I fucking lied. I keep on lying. I don't know what to say to her. Maybe I can wing it, I don't know. What does she like? Movies? Books? What do I talk to her about? Is she a big reader? I'm dyslexic. Is that going to be a problem? What if I say something stupid?"

Of course, of course he was going to say something stupid. That's what he did. Every time. But, he didn't want to let Y/N down. He didn't want to become a segment in her act where she told an audience full of people how he fainted when he first saw her. Or vomited on her shoes. Or something equally as stupid, but also equally as embarrassing.

His little heart was racing, and not the kind of racing he loved. The adrenaline of the chase was second nature to Jake. This? This was hell. It was worse than the Kutcher situation. Jake was actually going to meet and spend an extended period of time with Y/N. He was going to stand in front of her and say, "Hi, Y/N. Love your work. I'm Jake, by the way. Just in case you wanted to know. Oh? You knew that. Right, right, right, because we have to shoot this thing and my name is on the call sheet. Of course." And then he was sure that his heart would just fucking stop. Maybe even explode.

Because Kutcher may be cool and handsome, but Y/N, however, was Jake's absolute dream girl. Pretty. Smart. Her job literally was to be hilarious. Yet, everything he heard about her was that she was incredibly kind - always volunteering at children's hospitals, paying off people's university debt, and that time that she called Piers Morgan out for being a twat on live television.

Yeah, to Jake, she was beyond perfect. Additionally, she had a great ass, which is always a plus.

"Take it easy, Jakey," Kevin reassured, but then got straight to the point. "We're going to need you to be on your best behaviour today. That means no trying it on with the nice comedian lady."

"I don't think I could if I tried," Jake said, feeling a little sick. Talking to her was enough. Flirting with her? Jesus, that would take some serious balls. Jake was great at flirting. He knew that. Women always loved him for it. But, he wasn't going to a word out with Y/N, let alone anything that was even mildly suggestive.

"You know what I mean," Kevin said, although it was obvious he was just humouring Jake. "Just be yourself today, alright? Yourself without all the pick-up lines."

What was he without his pick-up lines? Just some regular guy? Just another fun of the mill, totally jacked elite athlete? Just some dude who was getting paid a lot of money to stand in front of the camera with the girl he likes? It's a hard life. But, hey, someone has to endure it.

Beth got up from her seat, quickly making it to Jake's side to rub comforting circles on his back like his mother used to when he was young. She could feel how inconsistent his breathing was and started doing breathing exercises with him, telling him, "Breathe in. That's it. You've got it. Now out," over and over again until he was doing it normally. It worked for a moment.

Then he saw her.

As soon as he saw Y/N, his heart stopped. It was beating so fast that he felt like he was about to pass out. It took all of his discipline to not rush over to her and totally make a fool of himself. Catherine had just strutted past the window with Y/N right next to her, the pair idly chatting like they were old friends. She had a casual, open, happy expression on her face as he watched them through the window.

There was Y/N. There she was. Right on the other side of the wall, about five metres away. She was wearing a grey sweater and blue jeans. It was simple. Casual. Easy-going. But somehow it looked classy, even perfect. She looked so freaking cool. She was smoking hot. And to think, he was about to talk to her. What the hell was he thinking?

She saw him looking at her and gave him a small wave, sweetly smiling. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! "Oh my God," he mouthed, his eyes growing wide. He felt his mouth fill with saliva and his hands got much sweatier than they had to be. He was going to be sick. Or pass out. Or both.

"Alright, alright, settle down, Romeo," Kevin said. He put his hand on Jake's shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. Kevin couldn't help but be amused by the way that he couldn't tear his eyes off of her, yet he still offered, "Maybe I should get Jake some water or something. You know, to calm his nerves."

While Kevin headed to the kitchen, Beth tried her best to reassure him, "It'll be alright, honey. You'll see. Once you talk to her, you'll be alright. She's just a person. Nothing more."

It wasn't working. He still looked terrified.

Kevin returned with a bottle of water and handed it to Jake, saying, "Here, drink this, alright? It'll help."

"Thanks," he said, his voice wavering.

Thinking she was helping, Beth offered the age old advice, "Just imagine her in her underwear."

Normally Beth wouldn't say anything that would cause anyone to picture a half naked woman, but they needed this sponsorship. They needed it. And a mess up on Jake's part might:

a) make the backers, well, back out.

b) get Jake into Catherine's bad books again - a place where he just managed to crawl out of.

c) make an influential celebrity have a bad experience with Bobby Spencer Racing and tell their audience about it, which definitely would mean that Jake would be replaced by Jessie in a millisecond.

d) all of the above.

Y/N in nothing but her panties? Oh, he'd already imagined that. He'd done that a lot. And now, he couldn't stop. His heart was pounding so hard that he thought it might explode out of his chest. His brain went into overdrive as he desperately tried to picture every single part of her in her underwear.

"Not helping, Beth!" he blurted out, unable to stop himself. He basically tore the cap off the water bottle and made it his mission to chug the entire thing.

Now the thing about glugging down water like a man who has been stuck in the Sahara Desert for a millenia is that it is really easy to spill it everywhere. Especially if something distracts you.

Say, if the door to the office opened and the very person you were freaking out about entered and smiled at you first because their eyes were immediately drawn to the fact that you looked like a complete idiot standing with one hand against the desk for stability - because if you didn't do that, you might fall - and the other furiously tipping all of contents of the water bottle down your shirt, would you manage to keep your chill?

Probably not.

Strangely, Jake did. As soon as he saw that grin of hers without the blinds of Kevin's office in the way and that goofy grin that was aimed at him, something happened. He wasn't nervous anymore. Not a single ounce of fear remained. In fact, he felt great. The best he'd ever felt. There were no butterflies or attempts to say anything, only to stutter out an incoherent mess.

Only the feeling of 'oh, this just feels right' and he didn't quite know how to explain it. It was like the feeling you get when you finally finish a jigsaw puzzle. It was cliché and soppy, but that's the only way he could think to describe it as. So yeah, he could do this. No, he was good to go. So good to go.

"Oh shit," he exclaimed looking down at the mess he made. Yeah, it had to come off. Without warning, Jake's fingers found the bottom of his shirt and he lifted it over his head, throwing it in Kevin's face when it was off.

"Jesus Christ, Jake," Kevin exclaimed, pushing the shirt from his face and shaking his head. Beth's mouth dropped open as she covered her face with her hands, while Catherine stared at Jake with utter confusion on her face. They'd hoped he'd at least say hello to her before popping his top off.

Jake, on the other hand, was surprisingly calm. Being shirtless was easy for him. If anything, wearing a shirt was the difficult part. He just beamed at Y/N as she made no attempt to hide that she was ogling him.

She couldn't help it. Y/N let none of them mistake where she was looking. Her gaze started at his right bicep then moved to his chest, then further down to his hips then up to his other bicep, only to finish at his face. He liked being the centre of her attention. He liked it a lot.

A light shade of pink coloured her cheeks as she looked at him in awe, and he felt his entire body grow hot and tingly. There was no denying that she was checking him out. And he was soaking it all in with a smug, wide shit-eating grin.

"I like your shirt," she joked with a small smile, and he felt as if he'd just won the lottery. "It's almost skin-like."

"Thanks. I made it myself," he retorted, then added with a cheeky grin, "I bet it would look good on you too."

Cutting the tension, Kevin cleared his throat awkwardly. "Why don't we show you around the garage while Jake finds something to cover his modesty?" he suggested, and Jake could practically hear Catherine's teeth grinding.

"If I have to," Jake said, then he shot Y/N a wink as he brushed past her, making his way out to grab a spare shirt from his locker in the gym changing room.

Calling after him, she flirted, "You don't have to."

And that's how it started.

He managed to keep flirting with her throughout the shoot. So much that she actually said, "Jake, you're going to have to stop. My face is too red already. Poor Laura has had to add more concealer four times already."

The entire time that she was in the garage, they had a back and forth. Every time he made a mistake, she laughed. Never in a mean way. She just thought he was funny. And cute. And charming.

"Really? I didn't even realise you had makeup on. I've been too busy getting lost in your eyes, just can't seem to help myself."

Leaning forward, she brushed some hair from his forehead and coquetted, "That's so weird because I swear I caught you looking down my shirt a minute ago. Do I have eyes down there too?"

"I'm not too sure. But you can always give me a better look later, if you want. I'm more than happy to get lost in any part of you."

Her cheeks were a bright red by now and she was trying so hard to look away, but his eyes were like magnets and she couldn't, she had to keep looking into them.

"Get a drink with me at the weekend?"

The weekend wasn't close enough.

"What are you doing after this?" she whispered in his ear, and he felt a shiver run up through his body, it was so erotic. He wanted to grab her and kiss her so badly. He could spend the entire day just kissing her.

What was he doing after the shoot? Knocking back a few drinks at his house with his ultimate dream girl? Yeah, exactly that. The moment he unlocked his front door and let her in before him, letting his eyes wander down her form as she surveyed his home, she turned around to ask, "So, what's your poison?"

She had a way of taking his breath away, of making him forget everything around him, even his own name. He didn't answer her question. He gripped her hips and tugged her so she was flush against him, claiming that, "We could always skip the drinks."

Seductively, she placed her hand on his jaw and brushed her thumb across his lips, her voice low and sensual as she faked innocence to inquire, "Well, what do you want to do instead?"

"I'm sure we can think of something," he replied, then kissed her deeply to prove his point. Her eyes fluttered shut as she melted into him. It took all of his willpower not to move his hands up and down her back and to simply take her right there in the foyer. No. He wanted their first time to be right.

He wanted it to be perfect. He wanted it to be so good, she'd immediately want more. And he'd give it to her. He broke the kiss and cupped her cheek, his thumb ghosting against her cheekbone. She stared at him for a moment, a thoughtful expression on her face, before she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair.

No words were said, but they knew. As soon as they did this, there was no going back for either one of them. They'd be stuck on each other for eternity. And you know what, they were completely fine with that. If anything, they were overjoyed at the prospect.

Jake stepped away and gestured for her to lead the way to his bedroom. She let out a chuckle and reminded him, "Darling, I don't know where we're going."

"Oh fuck, I forgot that." He took her hand and led her to his room, smushing her against the wall outside and attacking her with smooches because he got too eager and couldn't wait any longer.

"I'll have to teach you how to be all gentlemanly," she teased.

"Oh, I already know how to be gentlemanly. It's just I'm not very good at it when it comes to you."

Hooking his hands under her thighs, he lifted her and began to make his way towards his bed. She quickly found the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, throwing it behind them. She didn't need words to communicate her desires. Everything was already obvious in her eyes. With her mind. With her body. He could spend hours just looking at her, worshipping her body.

Unable to stop himself, he instinctively muttered, "Boobies," when he saw hers. She just laughed at him, delighted that he had a tendency to say whatever was on his mind.

"Jake, are you going to put me down or are you going to keep staring at my boobs?"

They'd reached the bed and he'd been too preoccupied with her chest to even think about placing her against the pillows and sinking into her. She was staring down at him expectantly, waiting for him to start what he'd been dying to do for hours now.

"I'm going to put you down, but I'm not going to stop staring at your boobs," he replied, grinning from ear to ear. He did so, whipping his shirt off and playfully swinging it around before he moved on top of her. He made a big deal of kissing down her neck as his hands moved across her chest, a little disappointed that she still had her bra on.

She reached down and found his belt, undoing it as she moved him so that he was lying on his back and she was straddling his thighs. Before she tossed the belt to the side, she noticed the car emblem on the buckle and lightly dragged her finger over the metal and complimented, "This is very cute."

"Thanks," he replied, his eyes on her mouth as she pulled the fabric of his trousers down, revealing his underwear. He was rock hard. She slid her hand under the waistband and took him in her hand, using the precum that had already started to form to slide up and down his length. He gave a low groan of pleasure as she continued to use her hand to drive him crazy.

"God. Oh God," he murmured, his voice hoarse as his head rolled back into the pillow. He closed his eyes as his fingertips danced over the skin of her thighs, then moved across and grasped her ass through her jeans

"Tell me how good you feel," she whispered as she dropped down and lowered his underwear so she could take him into her mouth, licking the entirety of his shaft before she placed her lips over his tip. She sucked him gently at first, loving how it felt to feel him so deep inside her throat. Then, she changed it up and started sucking him with a bit more force, using her free hand to cup his balls as she did.

"Oh, so good. Fuck!" he answered, his hips bucking up into her. "Fucking yeah, so... you're going to have to stop or else I'm.... I'm, fucking hell, I'm going to come on your face, Y/N."

She pulled him out of her mouth and chuckled up at him as he squirmed. Reassuringly, she asked him to confirm, "I'm happy for that to happen. Or do you want me to stop, sweetheart?" He nodded frantically, his face reddening as he panted, eyes squeezed shut, body rigid with the effort of keeping his orgasm at bay.

Moving back up so she could check if he was okay, she brushed some sweaty hair from his forehead and slowly trailed her fingertips across his abs and chest, enjoying his heavy breathing.

"You're way too good at that."

"I'm just trying to impress you."

"Yeah. Consider me impressed," he laughed, bringing his hand to her neck to pull her lips onto his.

As they kissed, he took over the hand that was unconsciously playing with her boob and walked it down to her jeans, undoing them and shifting his hand into her underwear in no time.

"I'm going to take these off of you," he said, smiling when she bit down on his bottom lip.

"That sounds like a good plan."

Jeans and panties removed, he couldn't help but gaze at her body, drinking in the sight of her. He had every intention of savouring every moment of this, every detail of this magnificent woman, every bit of her.

Still, her bra was on. She noticed him looking at it with a little pout and leant on one elbow, using the other to fiddle with the clasp on her back. The moment it was undone, she slipped out of it and threw it at him, and he caught it with a grin.

Together, they said, "Boobies," as she knew that was just about to come out of his mouth. He knelt between her thighs and gripped onto her breast, kneading upwards so that he could rub his thumb over her nipple, making sure to keep his eyes open, drinking in her beauty and how she looked in his arms.

Honestly, she was everything he could have ever wanted and more. So, he did something he didn't usually do.

Going down on a girl to Jake is something that couples do. He doesn't know why that idea got in his head. Maybe it's because if he did it to one one-night stand, they might get the wrong idea and think he was super super into them and that would make it ultimately more difficult for them when he never spoke to them again.

Usually, he wasn't super super into them. Today, he was. And he was going to try his absolute hardest to make sure this wasn't just a one time thing.

So, he scooted back a little and started at her ankle, peppering sloppy smooches up her leg, taking his time to pay attention to every little part of her, loving the way it felt under his lips and his hands. The moment he got to her thighs, he licked a slow strip then slung her knees over his shoulders and got to work.

With his hands firmly driving her hips down so she couldn't squirm away from everything he gave her, he swirled his tongue around her clit, lapping at her wetness until she was rocking against his face and begging him for more. He added two fingers and gradually pushed them into her, loving the way she moaned and arched her back as he fucked her with his fingers while flicking her clit with his tongue.

As he drove her closer and closer to the edge, she started making loud, needy noises and desperately grabbed handfuls of the bedsheets, her movements getting faster and more desperate until she was thrashing about and couldn't help but cry out his name as she came.

"JAKE!" His name. Oh my god, she said his name. Well, he was the one who made her come, so...it was expected. He just thought he'd never get the delight before today.

He continued to lick her until her orgasm had slowed, before slowly pulling away and looking at her, eyes bright with a feverish lust. "Good?" he asked, smiling crookedly. She just nodded, too out of breath to speak.

With a grunt of satisfaction, he opened the top draw of his bedside table and asked, "Are you allergic to Latex?"

"Oh my god, you're such a whore," she joked and peered at his collection of condoms. He had every type under the sun. She saw a brightly coloured box and snatched it. "Woah, you've got Spiderman condoms? We're using these. I'm on the pill so I was going to tell you that you didn't have to, but oh boy, we have to now."

She shook one out of the box and tossed it to him. He didn't waste any time. He didn't even refute her claim that he was a whore, because, well, he had been. He'd been a right slut and that's fine. But maybe he'd have to change his ways.

"You don't mind that I've, you know, been around?"

"There's nothing wrong with experience."

Once he was wrapped up, he leant down and smushed their lips together so he could feel her moan on his mouth as he pressed his cock into her welcoming heat.

"I've been dying for you all day," he confessed and meant it. He'd never wanted anyone like this. He hadn't thought it was possible, but he wanted her. God, he wanted her so much his body was going to explode if he didn't slow the fuck down already.

So, he started slowly, taking his time to feel every part of her, to make sure she felt his every reaction. Slow, steady, agonisingly sweet, like he had the whole world to lose in her and he was taking it all in. It was the most amazing feeling in the world to feel her wrap her legs around him, to feel her start to move on him, to feel him pick up the pace and get more desperate with every thrust.

It was so much better than he thought it was going to be, having her wrapped around him like that, her body moving in perfect rhythm with his, the pounding of his heart keeping time with her own. It was a beat. It was a song. It was everything.

The intensity increased when she locked her arm around his neck and began to rock herself onto him, gazing deeply into his eyes as she moved. Her free hand came up to cradle his cheek, her touch light but firm and possessive. It sent such a delicious jolt through him that he wasn't sure how he didn't come right then and there.

Y/N moans were getting louder and louder until he felt her begin to contract around him, drawing him deep into her as she shook and came hard. He was right there with her, his whole body tensing and his own orgasm hitting him in a wave of pure, unadulterated joy.

Fully spent, he unceremoniously slumped on top of her with a loud groan and buried his head in her collarbone, breathing deeply as he fought to slow his heart rate and regain control of his senses. He usually wasn't much of a hugger after sex, but today was different. He felt a need to keep her close to him, to feel her pressed up against him for as long as he could.

"Stop it," she laughed as he nipped at the skin of her neck.

"Stop what?" he asked innocently, then kissed her neck again with more force, causing her to let out a moan and clutch the back of his head to pull him by the hair off her.

Ignoring how obviously turned on that made him, she warned, "We are on camera tomorrow; don't leave a mark."

Playfully, he surveyed her neck and grimaced, admitting, "You could've reminded me maybe...one, two, three..." He counted as many as he could see. "Seven, no, eight. Eight hickeys ago."

Eight love bites? That would be a task to cover up. She could get revenge and give him some but that would make it painfully obvious what had happened. If Laura the makeup artist thought it was difficult to cover Y/N's blushing cheeks, well, she was in for a real treat with the mess Jake had made on her neck.

"Can I make it ten? You know, who wants eight, when you can have ten?" he chuckled. Two more wouldn't make that much difference, would it? So, when she nodded, he proceeded to kiss her neck again. With a playful nip when he was done, he whispered, "That's more like it."

Comfortable silence filled the room for a moment as Y/N raked her hand through Jake's hair and stared at the ceiling, lost in her own world. She was so preoccupied with her thoughts, she didn't notice him gazing lovingly at her, watching her, waiting for her to look back at him.

When she finally did, he slowly leaned in to kiss her, a kiss so soft she doubted anyone had ever kissed her like that before. It was sweet and tender and completely different from the other ones. Those had been filled with lust, but this one had been different. This one had felt more like something. This one felt more like…well, like the sort that couples do. She felt him smile against her lips when she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. Her fingers wrapped around the back of his head as she pulled him even closer.

Then it hit him. Those others were out of need. In those moments, there was nothing else on his mind except from his need for her. This was because he wanted to. He wanted to kiss her like this, he wanted to hold her like this, he wanted to be with her like this, because he wanted her. Not just her body.

With a little bite on her bottom lip, he moved to press a chaste peck on her cheek and murmured against her, "Want to repeat this again tomorrow? I'll actually get you a drink next time."

"Throw in dinner and you've got yourself a deal."

"Deal."

They weren't surprised when one date turned into two, three, four... Before they knew it, bam, they were living together. A year had gone and Jake was still as hooked as the day he met her.

Recently, they'd both been very busy. Y/N had a couple of gigs across the country and had been travelling for the last few months, facetiming her man whenever they had the chance. When Catherine let him take some time off, Jake was with her, driving to wherever she was and sneaking into her shows. He'd seen her set so many times before, but it never failed to make him laugh.

Fans and media outlets had pieced together the relationship, but the couple hadn't outright confirmed it. There were always pictures of Y/N at Jake's races or Jake at Y/N's shows that people pointed to in an effort to prove their relationship. And, they weren't wrong.

But, she was home now. She had a couple of weeks free for a break, and he couldn't have been happier. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to get home from work to find her there. He'd almost forgotten how good it felt to just be in the same room as her.

Searching for her the moment he got inside, he found her taking off her makeup in the bathroom. She looked up from the mirror and they locked gazes as he immediately wrapped his arms around her from behind. When he felt her place her free hand on top of his as she continued to wipe at her face, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

"Hey, baby."

Every time she called him that - and she did it often - he couldn't help the small smile that appeared on his face.

"I see you've lost the shirt already."

Of course he had. The minute he got home, the shirt was off.

"Did you miss me?" He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I missed you," giving her a peck on the cheek between each word.

Teasingly, she deadpanned, "Oh God, no," and was rewarded with a few annoying squidges to her waist, which caused her to squirm and jovially admit, "Okay, okay, I missed you too."

For some reason, he took the makeup wipe from her hand and teasingly rubbed it across her face, making her giggle. He couldn't help himself. The way her face scrunched up and her expression went as if she'd eaten something sour.

"Hey! Get off me, weirdo," she cheered, fidgeting in his arms and turning to face him in the hopes he'd stop his playful attack. The attack didn't stop, but it did get softer and slower, then she realised he was getting her makeup off for her. So, she relaxed her face and just let him do it.

Normally, Jake's touch was gentle. This was rushed. A little haphazard. That's what made her inquire, "How many cups of coffee have you had today?"

His answer was a mumbled, "Five or six..."

That was a lot for anyone, let alone someone as excitable as Jake, which is why she exclaimed, "Five!"

"Or six, yeah." He paid particularly close attention to her lips as he cleared away the last few remnants of the red lipstick she'd been wearing as he confessed, "Yeah, I had - what was it? - four in person interviews and five online ones. They kept asking and asking. I swear I could feel myself dozing off by the third question."

"So, you're about twenty minutes from crashing?"

"Probably twenty five," he corrected as he threw the wipe into the bin and placed her arms around his shoulders, bringing her closer to him with a swift tug. She gave a little sigh as she leaned in to pepper his cheeks with as many kisses as he'd let her with the final one landing on his lips.

With a smack to his ass, she ordered, "Come on, I don't want to have to carry you to bed," and walked into their bedroom, pulling him along with her. He remembered one night where they got drunk and she tried to pick him up. It went okay for a moment. She was holding his weight then, all of sudden, she sneezed and let go, causing him to plummet ass first into the ground. The pair had giggled about it, but now Y/N refused to even try just in case she dropped him again.

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At first, Y/N attempted to put their laundry away but Jake brought her onto his lap from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, claiming, "The laundry can wait, I can't." So, she climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs as she settled in and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands landed on her ass, as they usually did, and patted along to whatever song was going around in his head at the time.

"Did you wear such a thin shirt and no bra on purpose?" he asked with a smirk.

"Maybe," she teased back, and leaned down to give him a kiss, "Or, maybe it's laundry day."

"I'm going to believe the first option."

"So, you're going to believe the lie?"

Now he had noticed, he couldn't tear his eyes away, mumbling a small, "Uh huh," before tenderly touching his lips to her cleavage. As he shifted his hands up her body, he must've moved too fast and the ache in his shoulder reappeared.

Earlier in the week he'd managed to injure himself a little. Not a lot. A smidge. Jessie had made him jump when he was focused on the simulation and he'd twisted in a weird way. Every now and again, he'd get this dull ache in his shoulder. His trapezius, if he wanted to be specific. It didn't hurt exactly, just a tight, uncomfortable feeling that he couldn't get rid of.

The moment he let out a little groan and jiggled his shoulder around to relieve some of the pain, she noticed, got off him and ordered, "Face down on the bed, big guy."

"Y/N, my love, I'm fine," he objected, but complied with her order anyway, getting down into his underwear and flopping onto the pillows. They'd been through this routine before. Many times before.

After finding the oil that she always used, she undressed, straddled his butt and leant down to give the back of his shoulder a comforting kiss before she began to rub the oil all over his back. She warmed her hands up then began to give him a thorough massage, starting at his shoulders and working her way down. As she worked the oil into his skin, he could feel his stress melt away, leaving him feeling more relaxed than he had in days.

Jake was barely awake, but every once in a while, he'd mumble something about how much he loved her while she worked on relaxing his tired muscles, always checking if she was pressing too hard or too light. Anything that he wanted, she'd do.

When she was finally done, she let out a sigh of contentment. "There," she said as she straightened up, "How does that feel?"

"Much better," he sleepily answered, lying there as she wiped the oil off his back with a towel, then waited for her to hover a little so he could flip himself over to face her.

She let her fingers dance across his abs as she inquired, "Coffee's worn off?" He answered with a yawn. "That's a yes."

"Okay, smartass. Can you order food and wake me up when it gets here?"

"That's also a yes."

Without answering, he fell asleep with a smug grin, his body finally surrendering to the exhaustion weighing him down. She got off him and let him get some well needed rest as she dealt with everything she needed to do. (Then eventually procrastinated and sat watching tik toks until the delivery came.)

With a groan, Jake opened his eyes to find that he'd woken up and was surrounded by the smell of food. Y/N was perched beside him, slowly unloading all their wrapped food onto the duvet, being incredibly careful if anything was leaking.

"Hey," he murmured, lifting a hand to stroke her cheek. "You're pretty."

"I know," she said with a smile. "But, you're prettier."

"That's im-" He let out a yawn. "Impossible."

He stretched and sat up, still not fully awake as he surveyed the array of Mexican food she'd bought. After rubbing the sleep from his eyes, they tucked in.

Halfway through a bite, she held out her phone to him and pointed out, "Look, someone made one of those fancam things of you." She pressed play on the tik tok and added, "It's very sexy. I bookmarked it."

"How did they even find this footage? This is from years ago," he mumbled through a mouthful of burrito. "My hair looks small."

"Your hair looks great. What the hell are you talking about, my love?"

The pair continued arguing about how nice his hair used to be until they'd both finished eating. The wrappers and containers were thrown on the ground as neither of them could be bothered at that very moment, and instead, they cuddled up and watched a movie.

Neither of them moved for a while. Well, until Y/N decided to do her skincare on herself and Jake since she'd come to the conclusion that he needed even more R&R.

"I love you, but you are not plucking my eyebrows again. That hurt so bad last time."

Rolling her eyes, she subtly placed the tweezers back into her bag and pouted, "Aw, you big baby."

Jake chuckled as he watched her rub he had no idea what onto his face. And then there was more. And more. And then it was the face mask. He knew what that was because she'd left one out once when they first moved in together and she'd managed to convince him that women shed their skin like snakes once a month. He had to Google if it was true or not.

So, the couple sat there, scrolling through the #JakeMartin tag on tik tok, enjoying all the little videos that people had made of him. On a few occasions, Y/N had said, "I'll save that one to gaze at when I'm missing you."

"Just facetime me, stupid."

"That's a good point actually."

Soon, she could tell he was getting sleepy again, so she made sure that all the lotions and shit that had been on his face was properly rubbed in and he was absolutely ready for bed. With the final kiss of the day, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her onto his chest, feeling as she said, "Go back to sleep, my love. We've got a big day tomorrow."

"Mm-hmm. Big day," he agreed, and let his eyes close. He was out in seconds. His soft snores were the cutest sound in the world. Y/N sighed and smiled, enjoying the moment until she joined him in the land of Nod.

They had a big day tomorrow, indeed. Tomorrow was Halloween. Catherine wanted to make it a big deal. She wanted Bobby Spencer Racing's Halloween Spectacular something that people tweeted about. Every member of the crew had to dress up (even Chuck).

No actual work was going to be done. None. That was mostly because children were allowed to roam around. Catherine said it was to "help inspire the next generation of kids to get involved with NASCAR", but it was actually a marketing strategy: children are a great way to make your brand seem authentic and family-friendly. All of the dangerous equipment had been tucked away and the place had been decorated like a candy world - Catherine clearly had just watched Wreck It Ralph.

Jake was in charge of entertaining the children, which he was great at. They'd ask him every dumb, childish question on their minds and he'd respond then ask one back that was just as immature. It was the perfect dynamic. Beth did keep watch just in case he said something that wasn't appropriate and would give him a disapproving look so he'd know to change course.

Then, in the evening to celebrate, the crew and their family members had a little get together. The crew was a family, after all. And, it was time to celebrate that together.

Waking up with a soft moan, Y/N immediately noticed how her hips were slowly grinding. Then she felt Jake's hands clutching at her thighs and his tongue gently moving against her clit. She ran her hands through his hair and gripped it, urging him on as he continued his lazy pace.

Sleepily, Jake lifted his head and met her gaze, smiling as he greeted, "Morning," then got back at it, sucking her clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. "You taste so good."

"You say that every morning."

"It must be true then." She arched her back and let out a small yell of pleasure as he increased the speed of his ministrations.

Carefully, he added a finger into her tight, wet channel and slid it in and out with deliberate motions, not going too fast as she'd just woken up and was still a little tender. His own hips began to move against the mattress, eliciting a loud groan from him as he increased the pace.

Glancing at the clock for a moment, Y/N pointed out, "Jake, baby, we haven't got enough time for two rounds. Either I come on your face and you in your underwear, or you fuck me. Your choice," and tugged on his hair so he'd stop to listen to what she'd said.

With a huff, he raised his head and got to his knees in between her thighs, pulling his boxers down to line them up and enter her, his hands cupping her breasts while his hips surged forward and pushed into her slick folds.

She tilted her head back and let out a long moan as he continued to work slowly in and out of her. Jake dropped his forehead to chest and began to frantically thrust into her, slamming his hips into hers in a series of slow, hard thrusts.

Her hand came up to trap his chin between her fingers as she stared deeply into his eyes, holding him in place, focusing on nothing but the heavy, perfect rhythm of his thrusts. Their moans and groans filled the space, reverberating around and awakening other parts of their bodies. It was a symphony of lust.

Pulling his lips to hers, she let out a moan against his mouth as pleasure overtook her with a quaking fury, and he fucked her harder, his length driving into her over and over. His orgasm hit him hard, and he buried his face into her neck, holding onto her as he came down from his high.

The final staggered, hard thrust made sure that he emptied into her, and they held each other tightly until they were both fully spent. They didn't move for a few short minutes, just enjoying the afterglow of their exertions.

"What do you want for breakfast?" He asked as he brushed some sweaty hair behind her ear.

"Hmm, I feel like a waffle."

"Waffles it is."

Y/N didn't bother opening her eyes when she heard Jake leave the room. She knew exactly where he'd gone. It was clear when he returned with two plates full of waffles and syrup. "Let's eat," he said, smiling as he placed hers on her lap and pecked her on the lips before sitting beside her.

"Let's."

Both of them tucked into the food, the conversation flowed easily as it always did when the two of them were together. No topic was too mundane, and no issue too serious. Jake was the most amazing company because he always had the answers. Hardly ever the right ones, but an answer nonetheless.

After they'd finished eating, Jake decided that he wanted to be difficult. He got back under the covers and tried to go back to sleep, but he could tell by Y/N's expression that that was not going to happen. "Jake. Baby," she cooed, her voice slightly patronising. "Catherine will murder you if you're late."

He rubbed his eyes and groaned, "I'd like to see her try."

Fine. She could amp it up. She trailed her finger down his bicep, claiming that "Jessie will probably get your spot when you're dead."

"No, she won't," he replied, his voice deep and sleepy. "I'll make sure of that."

Okay, the Jessie rivalry wasn't working today. It usually did. She would have to go further. "I guess without you around, I'd have to go back out on the market. But now that I've got a taste for NASCAR drivers, I can't go back. I wonder if Blaney is married?"

Just the mention of Blaney caused him to shoot back up and grumpily pull the duvet off, whining, "Fine. Okay. I can't have Blaney taking my woman," as he leant in for one more smooch before he got ready for work.

"Good boy," she praised, patting his reddening cheek once they had broken apart and beaming as he got dressed into his costume. "I love you."

"Love you too, Cara Mia," he retorted, waiting for her to get up so he could tug her into a passionate parting kiss. She didn't get up. She just got to her knees on the bed and craned her head up so he'd close the gap between their faces. Jake obliged, and she closed her eyes as his lips pressed to hers then 'accidently' lost his balance and fell on top of her.

Toppling backwards, Y/N had milliseconds of peace before Jake crashed onto her chest, pinning her down and smothering her with a deep, fervent kiss, acting as if he hadn't fallen at all. It was if he just wanted an excuse to kiss her more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss and returning it with equal fervour. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and Y/N let out a small moan of pleasure then realised what he'd done.

"I see what you did there, Bubeleh. Very smart."

"Five more minutes," he replied, his voice husky and thick. "Please?"

"No, baby." She tried to ignore how he was now kissing up her arm. "Jake, you're going to be la-" He moved to her neck and managed to briefly stop her train of thought. She looked over at the clock. "Fine. Fine, five minutes. Just don't speed too much on the drive over."

He groaned in satisfaction. He'd won. She always gave in. She could never say no to him and they both knew it.

"Me? Speed? I wouldn't dream of it," he joked against her lips, fully taking advantage of the next five minutes while he had them, while he had her in his arms. He took his time, lingering over every part of her mouth, every sensitive spot he could reach until she was writhing and gasping and begging him for more, so he'd stay for longer, so he'd go further.

But no, as soon as the five minutes were up, she pulled away, her lips puffy as she slapped him on the ass and ordered, "Okay, now get out."

"One more?"

"No."

"Please, baby."

She got out from under him and pulled him to his feet, giving him one last peck before she pushed him towards the door. "Go. Now."

"Okay, okay," he replied, finally getting to the door and preparing himself to actually leave. "I love you," he called over his shoulder.

"I love you too. Now fuck off."

And fuck off he did. He got an ear full from Catherine for being late, to which he responded, "You try leaving your incredibly hot girlfriend every morning. It's difficult, okay?"

"So you're blaming Y/N?"

"Yes. Yes I am."

Whilst Jake was answering a litany of questions about what Disney movie was his favourite (Cars 2, duh), or was he older than twelve ("mentally, that's debatable," Kevin muttered under his breath), or where was his Morticia?

Yes, that is correct. Jake Martin came up with the idea to go as the wife-man himself, Gomez Addams. It could've just so he got to see Y/N in a sexy, goth look - it totally was - but as a woman-lover himself, he found a certain kinship between himself and the Spaniard. They both loved to get the ladies. Or rather, one lady in particular.

Where was his Morticia? Well, Y/N had the task of driving to Jake's sister's house to collect his niece and nephew as Jake had 'accidentally' offered to look after the little shits on Halloween, so Y/N was preparing for a lively ride to the garage. And as she had expected, the children had been given sweets before she arrived so they were experiencing a sugar rush.

Perfect.

All of her apprehension melted when she saw Toby, Jake's little five year old nephew. He opened the front door and ran out as soon as he saw her car pull up on the drive. "Y/N! Y/N! Look, I'm uncle Jake!" he basically yelled at her as she got out the door, immediately running into her legs and wrapping his arms around her thighs, squishing her into stopping her from continuing to walk.

"Hi, little man. Let me see your costume," she replied, crouching down to inspect his suit. It was practically perfect. It even had the huge 'Fake Steak' logo across the front. Mostly to herself, Y/N whispered, "Oh, Catherine is going to love this."

Picking him up so she could regain movement in her legs, Y/N lifted him up and placed him on her hip. He wrapped his arms around her neck as she carried him into the house, saying, "I asked mom if I'm allowed to drive like uncle does but she said no. I'm old enough. I think."

"You definitely aren't," Y/N cooed, making it through the front door to deposit Toby on the lounge room floor. He ran over to the toybox and began grabbing random toys, putting them in his backpack for the day. "Ah, Spiderman! Nice choice, Tobes."

Anne, Jake's sister, hurried in with a toddler in her arms, holding her out for Y/N to take. "I'm actually going to go crazy if I don't get ten minutes to myself," Anna huffed out, handing Y/N little Rosie. "They woke up at six this morning and somehow haven't stopped."

Rosie grabbed onto a handful of Y/N's hair and lightly tugged on it. Y/N made a dramatic shocked face as she looked at the kid, causing her to giggle. The two year old was in a onesie that looked like a knockoff of a very recognisable Dreamworks dragon.

"We'll be out of your hair in five, don't worry," Y/N reassured her, setting Rosie on her hip like she had done with Toby, which allowed her to reach into the tote she had on her other shoulder and pull out a bottle of wine. "You'll have so much time to enjoy it. You won't know what to do with yourself."

Taking the bottle from Y/N's hand, Anne kissed her on the cheek, exclaiming, "I have one idea now. You're a lifesaver. First you take my annoying little brother off my hands and now you've got full custody of my children."

"Only for today!"

"It's sealed forever. I'm changing the locks."

The pair continued to lightheartedly squabble for a few more minutes before Toby pulled on Y/N's sleeve and announced, "I've packed my bag and I want to show Uncle Jake my Lightning Mcqueen car because I know he'll like it."

"That's a great idea."

Y/N walked out of the house with the two children, getting them all buckled in before setting off and spending the whole ride back listening to a broad spectrum of Disney music. If she had to listen to the Frozen soundtrack one more fucking time, she'd put a bullet in her head.

Bobby Spencer Racing was a happy sight as they made their way in. Even Y/N was entranced by the new makeover. Everything was pastel, candy-like colours and Jake's car had been swapped out for a go-cart kind of thing that seemed to have large oreo looking wheels and a chocolate body. The way it was all decked out reminded Y/N of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

So, she declared to the kids, "Don't try and eat anything. I can assure you that most of it is plastic. Not nice."

With one hand she was carrying Rosie and the other was firmly attached to Toby's. Her grip on Toby vanished the moment he saw Jake, who was now standing in the doorway of the garage, a big, goofy grin on his face. When he saw the boy coming towards him, Jake crouched down and opened his arms. Toby ran straight into them, hugging him tight.

"Hey, buddy," Jake greeted, squeezing Toby back for a moment before letting him go to check out his outfit. Leaning his hands on the kid's shoulders to figure out what his costume was, the hugest grin appeared as Jake realised and excitedly exclaimed, "Me? You're dressed as me? Oh, man! That's the best Halloween costume ever!"

Seeing Jake and his nephew right next to each other made Y/N notice how similar they looked. Both had the same, wide, happy smile. They had the same hair. Nose. Cheekbones. The only difference was the eyes. Toby got those from his father. When they had a kid would their little tyke get Jake's eyes? Or Y/N's?

Woah. It had changed from if they had a kid to when.

"Which one of you is the real Jake Martin? I can't tell," Y/N joked as she got closer and whipped her phone out to take a photo. Jake turned Toby to face the camera and tickled him so he'd smile, his whole face glowing.

"Hey, babe." Jake gave Y/N a smooch on the lips, just a quick peck since there were children around. Toby shielded his eyes and let out a disgusted 'ew' at the display. "Where's your costume?"

Rosie was desperately trying to get into Jake's arms, so Y/N handed her over as she reminded him, "The plan always was that I was going to drop the kids off then get ready, or did you forget that?"

"Oh, yeah. I forgot that."

From behind them, Kevin slapped his hands down on Jake's shoulders and teased, "Ol' Jakey has never been good at plans, have you, bud?"

Y/N could see that Kevin had managed to get his full costume on, a Captain America suit. He had the helmet on now, which apparently had been a struggle due to his huge head. But it was clearly recently bought at Party City.

As soon as Kevin saw Toby, he had to do a double take. No. Jake hadn't shrunk. His eyes widened and he cheered, "Oh, Beth is going to freak."

And since seemingly everyone had decided to congregate at the entrance, Beth gave a high pitched squeal as she reached out to touch the little boy's cheek, exclaiming, "You're a little Jake! You're so little. You're so cute. Let me show Amir." She took the boy's hand and led him inside to show him off to the rest of the crew.

Rosie looked up at her uncle and sneezed right on his cheek, causing Jake to scrunch up his face (an expression that looked very similar to the one Toby made when he saw the smooch) and proclaim, "Uhhh, thanks Rose."

Kevin took Rosie from his hands and brought her inside so Y/N could use a tissue to clean him up, softly tittering as she gently swiped the snot from his face. She took his chin between her fingers and tilted his head around, claiming, "All that skincare did so much good. You're looking so handsome, handsome."

Now there were no children around, Jake yanked Y/N closer to his chest and gave her a proper kiss, stealing her breath away and making her toes curl in excitement. He pulled back, grinning like a fool, and declared, "I can't wait to see you in that sexy, sexy dress."

"I thought you'd be more excited for the moment when you get to take it off me," she flirted, hooking her fingers in his belt loop and looking up at him with a cheeky grin.

He lowered his head and seductively whispered, "Oh, I booked tomorrow off just so I can take care of you all night," as he placed a kiss under her jaw, slowly working his way down to her collarbone.

She swatted his chest, playfully chastising, "Stop! You're going to give me a heart attack." She lightly pushed him away and walked back to her car, only turning around when he slapped her on the ass and called back, "I'll be back soon."

"You better."

Honestly, getting into her costume took longer than she expected. The zip at the back took the most time. It took some serious flexibility to get it all the way up. Then the makeup, which she'd been practising for a while, needed to be just perfect. It came to the point where it had taken so much energy that Y/N thought, 'Fuck it, I'm just going to wear trainers instead of heels,' because you wouldn't be able to see them under the dress, so who would know?

Arriving back at the garage a little later than planned, Y/N had managed to walk in the moment that the cameraman that Catherine hired to get some sweeping, corporate style shots had the lens pointed at Jake. He stopped listening to whatever Kevin said and completely forgot to breathe. Or at least that's what it looked like.

The moment he saw Y/N, he forgot everything else. Including, it seemed, his dignity as he spilled the drink he was holding out to Kevin all down his star spangled front. "Come on!" Kevin complained, wacking the driver around the head to wake him up. "What is it with you and spilling stuff when you see Y/N?"

"Oh, it's the love, I think," Jake explained, his eyes glued on Y/N the entire time as she saw Rosie toddling towards her and wrapped her up in her arms.

"Are you going to stand there drooling?" Kevin asked, giving the cameraman a huge grin as he realised that they were in frame. "Go get her, Romeo!"

Rosie was so happy to see Y/N that she let out a squeal and wrapped her arms even tighter around her neck. "Mwah!" Y/N bent down and planted a kiss on the top of her head, making her giggle. "How you doing Toothless?"

Nodding, the little girl started babbling nonsense as Y/N made her way towards where she thought she saw Jake on the way in, but was intercepted by Beth and Tobey on the makeshift dance floor.

"Woah, I've never seen shinier red slippers in my whole life, Beth."

"I added the glitter myself," she beamed back. No Dorothy was complete with a pair of ruby heels.

"Ah, that's why there's a trail coming from your office then."

Gently swaying Rosie to the beat, Y/N smiled and hummed along to the tune. She didn't seem to be the only one enjoying herself, judging by the happy faces and the slow, steady increase of foot-tapping and shoulder shimmying from everyone, even from a Frankenstein monster-looking Chuck who was lurking in the corner.

Amir was helplessly trying to wrangle his kids. One of them was trying to pull off the red bow tie he was wearing and the other was tugging on his sweater vest.

"What's Amir's costume?"

"Fear."

Chuckling because she thought Beth was joking, Y/N repeated, "No. I mean, what's he come as?"

"Fear from Inside Out."

Oh. That's fitting.

Jake made it to his girlfriend and couldn't help but wolf whistle as he took in the sight of her. Her dress hugged every inch of her curves perfectly and accentuated them. As expected, there was also enough cleavage to satisfy any guy's desire but, as much as Jake tried not to stare at it, he still couldn't control the urge and reached out to honk her boob.

"Children, Jake," she reminded him as she playfully slapped his hand away and continued dancing with a smile. "How long has the camera guy been filming?"

"Not a clue."

"Long enough to catch Jake drooling over you," Beth pointed out teasingly and nudged Y/N's arm.

It was at that moment that Rosie wanted to join her brother on the floor and wiggled until Y/N placed her down. Beth managed to deal with both of them and gave the couple time to themselves. As soon as they were childless, Jake gripped onto her hips and took his time to really absorb how hot she looked in her dress as it hugged her every curve. He ran his thumb along the material of the dress, feeling the silky smoothness of the fabric against his calloused fingertips.

"You like my costume?" She leaned forward slightly and gave him an exaggerated wink, causing him to chuckle and continue his exploration of her body. She tilted his chin up so he'd look into her eyes as she teased, "Better stop that before you get noticeably aroused."

His response was to pull her closer and gently sway them to whatever song was playing. She slung her arms over his shoulders, one hand beginning to play with the hair at the back of his head. And Jake, who seemed to be struggling to focus on anything but her, simply smiled and leaned his forehead on hers.

"Bet one hundred dollars that they'll have a little one by next Halloween."

"It would be stupid to bet against that, Kev," Beth scoffed as she ushered the children towards the buffet where Kevin was perched.

The pair had their moment then got back to their childcare duties and were happily helping to keep an eye on the kids. Rosie eventually got sleepy and almost dozed off standing up. Y/N managed to scoop her up before that happened and settled the girl against her chest, slowly rocking side to side with a slight smile on her lips.

"Jake, baby, I think it's time we get this one to bed."

Jake was sitting on the floor and incredibly busy sat playing with the toys Toby had brought, making various sound effects to go along with each item. Hearing her voice, however, he stopped immediately and glanced over his shoulder, his eyes widening upon seeing Rosie in Y/Ns' arms.

"Tobes, time to go, bud," Jake told his nephew as he gathered up the toys and placed them in Tobey's bag. He got to his feet and held out his hand, offering to lift the boy up into his arms, who accepted with a huge yawn and a tired pout.

They said their goodbyes and began the journey back to Jake's sister's place when the sibling in question called them.

"Me and Simon are..." Anna hiccuped. "We're fuckin wasted, man."

Luckily, both children were firmly asleep in their car seats and didn't hear their mother's profanity.

"Do you want us to take care of them tonight?" Y/N offered, knowing full well that's where the conversation was heading and it would be easier if they just skipped right to that bit.

"Jake...Jakey....baby brother, you've got to marry her," Anna slurred into the phone, her speech becoming slower as she went on. "She's so nice and smart and makes... Y/N makes you happy. Do something about it, shithead. Not tonight...no, you're looking after my kids tonight."

The line disconnected abruptly after that, leaving Jake staring at his phone.

"She's going to have an awful hangover tomorrow," Y/N joked before the atmosphere got awkward. Obviously, Jake had offered to drive and that left Y/N twiddling her thumbs in the passenger seat, waiting for him to say something.

"Anna's right, you know, I should do something about it." His voice was quiet and gentle as he gazed across at her. Jake took his hand off the gearstick and reached for her hand, taking it between his own, giving it a gentle squeeze which she returned. "You make me really happy, Y/N. You always have. You know that, right?"

Her heart did a little skip as she felt the heat rising to the skin on her cheeks. She didn't quite know how to react, or even how to respond to something like that. But, she tried as she replied, "You make me really happy too, my love."

She didn't miss the way his lips turned up into a small smile and how he squeezed her hand again, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand in a soothing motion. The two stayed like this for a while, smiling and gazing into each other's eyes with fond smiles on their faces. The only sound was the faintly music coming through the radio, making everything feel calm and peaceful.

Eventually, Y/N broke out of her daze and the silence, "My office has that sofa bed. It's low and that's best for Rosie if she wants to get out of bed for any reason. Tobes can take the spare room."

"Sounds perfect. Honestly, I'm exhausted," he admitted, rubbing his eyes and leaning his head back against the headrest as he sighed contently. "Just wanna sleep in my comfy bed and watch some TV."

"Then that's what we'll do," she promised, kissing his cheek and then another then another. After several more kisses were planted on his face, all while he let out groans from happiness and contentment.

"Baby, you're making it real hard to drive," he chuckled softly as he put both hands on the wheel. Y/N didn't reply, merely continuing to pepper his face with kisses, which caused his laughter to intensify. They arrived home in record time.

After unloading the car of the sleeping toddler, they carried her inside and laid her down on one of the many pillows scattered on the couch. Jake was quick to follow with Toby in his arms, settling the boy down beside his sister. Y/N was about to start setting up the sofa bed when Jake quickly grabbed onto her waist.

"Wait," he mumbled sleepily before pecking her lips softly. He had one of those big, fancy L couches and the idea, "Why don't we just let them sleep here? They can have that part." He pointed to the normal couch bit. "And we'll have that part." The chaise lounge bit.

"You are a genius, anyone ever told you that?"

"Nobody."

With one swift tug, Jake pulled Y/N close to his body and wrapped one of his arms around her waist as he rested the other against her cheek to brush strands of hair away from her face, his thumb caressing her soft skin. They gazed deeply into each other's eyes and basked in each others' presence without saying a word. It was Jake who spoke first, voicing the thoughts that were running rampant through his head.

"Marry me?"

A bright grin formed on Y/N's lips as she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his once more in a loving kiss which made his knees weak. A moment later, Jake finally managed to break apart and looked at her expectantly with an adoring gaze. Her smile softened as her heart soared, unable to believe he actually asked her something like that.

"Yes," she breathed out. "I will gladly marry you."

"Really?!"

"Yes, you idiot."

As usual, her arms snaked around his neck and he pressed their foreheads together as they shared a tender kiss, filled with affection and passion and so much love. Y/N felt herself getting lost within this moment of joyous love and warmth and found herself being consumed by the purest kind of ecstasy as she allowed herself to drown in the euphoria he gave her with every single touch of his lips, every word spoken between them.

"Oh shit, I really am a wife-man now."

He finally let her go and get some blankets for the children. She was sure to hurry back to the couch once she had taken off her makeup and had the blankets in her grasp, and settled down next to Jake so they could cuddle. She wrapped her arms tightly around his torso, and pressed her body against him, listening to his heartbeat. His fingers traced lightly up and down her spine as they held each other, revelling in the feeling of being together in this simple act of love.

"Sorry I didn't do a whole big, dramatic proposal thing. I just had to know. Was I supposed to wait? Should I have bought you flowers, or something? Is that what people usually do?" he rambled on as he buried his nose in the crook of her neck. He knew there wasn't a doubt in his mind she loved him too. Just like she loved every part of him - his flaws, his strengths, his feelings.

Y/N kissed the top of his head and squeezed him tightly, letting out an amused laugh. "You're not changing your mind already, are you, baby?" She teased with raised eyebrows, grinning as his eyes widened and he shook his head fervently.

"Fuck no, never."

He leaned down to capture her mouth once more, pulling her closer as she responded in kind. She moved her hands to his cheeks and deepened the kiss, wanting to keep touching him forever. Eventually they reluctantly parted for air, but they remained within the same bubble of bliss, unable to think of anything else but each other. As though it were all that mattered in the world.

"Gross."

The pair whipped their heads around to find Tobey awake and sitting up on the couch, with a disgusted frown on his features. They laughed together as he scrunched up his tiny face and stuck out his tongue.

"You wanna watch some TV, Tob?" Jake suggested.

"Hell yes!" He exclaimed - waking his sister up - as he swung his legs over the side of the couch and jumped to the floor to waddle over to sit on Jake's chest, hugging him tight. "Can we watch Scooby Doo?"

"Great choice."

Rosie crawled next to Y/N and rested her little head against her auntie's shoulder, curling up like a ball and drifting back to sleep. Jake smiled as he watched them, feeling like he'd finally found someone whom he belonged to and who belonged to him too. Someone who cared about him. And he couldn't ask for anything more.

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bratkook · 4 years

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rough hands. (m) jjk

pairing : tattooed!jungkook x tattooed!reader (slight fuckboy!jk)

word count : 12k, (i hate myself why cant i ever write anything shorter than 10k goodbye)

genre : (fr)enemies to lovers, smut, this is for @mygukandonly ty for the idea and for sharing my thirst for jungkook lmao also ps. if you read this/enjoy it pls reblog bc tumblrs tags are dead af tysm

warnings : overstimulation, dirty talk (its kinda sweet tho?), playful banter during sex, unprotected sex

summary : how is he meant to confess that he’d tear off his left arm for you if you asked when he can see the way you look at him in disgust when his nervous rambling leads to retelling the raunchy stories of girl’s past

The muffled sound of your roommate and his best friend laughing in the kitchen can be heard through your bedroom wall, a smile spreading across your face when you hear Hoseok’s telltale joyous laugh, no doubt in the middle of telling a story.

You rake your fingers through your hair once more, fluffing it up and stepping back from the mirror to give yourself a once over, your hands tugging down on the tight dress you had on. The black shiny latex hugging your curves in all the right spots and you smirk as excitement fills you when you think of the dumb shit you and your best friend Rina were going to get into tonight.

In the kitchen Hoseok pours another shot for himself and Jungkook, the two of them energized at going out tonight as well, the video game demo they had been working on at work had gotten approved, being given the green light to move further into it so they would be celebrating tonight. The rest of his friends were set to arrive at your shared apartment for some pregame drinks before they left to their designated bar of choice.

“Y/N! Take a shot.” Hoseok shouts out when you step out of the hallway, his head peeking out by the breakfast bar to see you. He’s wearing a simple white tshirt, his colorful tattooed arms on full display as he holds out a shot glass for you to take. As you step closer to grasp it Jungkook’s eyes bulge out at what you’re wearing, he chooses to throw back his shot, letting the burn of tequila take his mind off how hot you looked. Jungkook has had it bad for you for so long, you and Jungkook have ran in the same circle since high school, not exactly friends but there was always a mutual friend linking you two together.

Jeon Jungkook has always been shameless, even at the young age of 16, when his hair was all bangs and the only thing on his mind was bands, shows, and girls. His debauchery only worsened in college when his muscles bulked up and he started experimenting with tattoos, there is nothing horny college girls love more than a man with long black hair and inked sleeves so of course he embraced it.

The social circle you two shared slowly dwindled away after the first year of college as people dropped out, moved out of state or started a career while you finished your schooling. Because of that, you hadn’t really seen or heard much about Jungkook during your last year of college, not sure if he ever finished, dropped out or took a year off. It wasn’t until fate had you responding to a room mate needed ad that lead you to Jung Hoseok and in turn leading you right back to Jeon Jungkook, full circle.

And in that reunion it was made clear that he had stayed exactly the same, the same 16 year old mentality trapped inside a bulked out tattooed man, his new found goal being getting under your skin because he loved seeing you upset.

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s as you grab the shot glass, standing right beside Hoseok as he pours himself yet another shot. He just smirks at you, noticing your added height with the platform shoes you have on, “If you wear those shoes you can get on all the rides at Disney.”

He hides his smile behind the glass, seeing you roll your eyes as you throw back the shot, glaring at him once you swallow it, “Oh shut up, I’m normal sized, it’s not my fault you’re a fucking Titan.”

Hoseok laughs loudly at your comeback, his shoulders nudging Jungkook and seeing him fighting back a smile at your reaction, “Touché.”

The contents of the tequila bottle start to dry out so Hoseok pushes it away, opting for grabbing a cup to start making drinks to pace himself until his friends show up. You have the beginnings of a buzz warming you up, sliding out your phone to see that Rina texted you to come over, wanting to pregame as well before you went out together.

As you start texting her back your ears tune in to the story Jungkook had decided to start telling, reminiscing on the last time they had all gone out to that dive bar. His hands are animated as he tells Hoseok about the drunk girl he had his eyes on, the both of them ending up in the gross bathroom while she gave him a sloppy blowjob, stopping halfway through to puke all over the floor and how it had absolutely wounded his ego. Him and Hoseok are bent over in hysterics as you lock your phone and roll your eyes, like clockwork Jungkook had to start talking about his sexual escapades, “And that’s my cue to fuck off.”

You shove your phone into your tiny side bag as you start to walk away and Jungkook presses his lips together as he realizes once again he said something he shouldn’t have. Hoseok turns to look at you, “You sure you don’t wanna come out with us? It’ll be more fun than that fetish club you’re into.”

You laugh at him, acting as if he didn’t frequent that club as well, “Is Iseul joining you?”

He frowns at the mention of his girlfriend, getting a little sad that she would in fact not be joining him, “No, she’s got an early shift tomorrow so she cant.”

“Sorry but if she’s not there I’m not interested.” You tease with a shrug, throwing your arm up in a wave before leaving your apartment, the door slamming behind you.

Jungkook instantly sulks once you’re gone, mentally slapping himself for always managing to say stupid shit around you. He couldn’t help himself, the small crush he had spawned in high school when you were still the timid girl that wore band tees two sizes too big, and now that you had matured into this, all leather and stockings and tattoos that rivaled his, that crush had bloomed and with it came plenty of wet dreams and fantasies.

He knew he stuck his foot in his mouth every time you two ended up in the same vicinity but his usual confident and cocky self became a nervous fucking wreck around you. His brain chose to either rile you up with mean jokes or let his mouth run on autopilot. Unfortunately the only two topics programmed in consisted of shit regarding his job as an audio engineer for video games or his raunchy one night stands. More often than not it was the latter, talking about vulgar things made you walk away, if he talked about technical shit that you didn’t know about, it left room for questions from you and more of a chance for him to embarrass himself.

He uncaps the tequila bottle again and tips it back, taking a swig from the bottle and accepting that he’d have to live with annoying you from afar.

Its not until you come home that night, absolutely hammered, while hes there that he gets the first glimpse that maybe his dreams aren’t so far fetched. He’s stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, the buzz of the night having left him a while ago, a bowl of cheerios in his hand that he’s currently shoveling into his mouth when you stumble in, tripping over the doors threshold as you giggle and attempt to shut it quietly as to not wake up Hoseok.

Jungkook smirks with a mouthful of cereal as you press your forehead against the door and double over in hushed laughter, no doubt remembering something stupid that happened earlier. “You okay?” He finally speaks up, scaring you, you whip around in shock and slam your back against the door, a small whimper of pain leaving you as you slide down until your butt meets the floor.

“Oh shit.” He sets his bowl down and goes over to make sure you’re okay, your body is slumped on the floor with your legs sprawled out and he forces himself to just stare at your face, a small frown on it now that you realize how drunk you are. But thanks to that, the usual dont touch me attitude you normally have is missing, letting Jungkook scoop you up by the arms. He swallows as his fingers go down to tug the hem of your dress since it had rode up from you sliding down, his fingers lingering slightly on your thigh.

Your head lolls over now that he’s holding you up and away from the wall, a small smile on your face as you stare at him, your finger coming up to gently prod at the bar he has in the center of his lip, seeing them curl up as well because fuck are you drunk.

Your eyes are having trouble focusing on him with the dim light and the two shots you took just as you left the bar finally settling into your system but you make him out just fine, the weird orange glow coming from the kitchen illuminating him enough for you to see him. “You’re really cute in this lighting.” You slur out.

Jungkook just blushes, not knowing how to respond to you because you complimenting him was not the norm. When your brain decides that your head is far too heavy to hold up it drops back, showing him the expanse of your neck and the beautiful peony you have at the side of it, just under your ear, leading up to the spot where your neck meets your collarbone and Jungkook can’t stop himself from thinking of sucking hickeys into the skin there, the purple splotches coloring the blackwork tattoo.

“Wow, you’re sloshed.” He hauls you up, the muscles on his body clearly not being for show as he carries you to your room. He flicks the light on and gently places you on your mattress, hearing you groan in protest but otherwise not moving. His hands start to unbuckle the straps to your shoes, cute leopard print platform heels with the words doll face adorning the toe strap and it was very much you.

They land on your hardwood floor with a loud thud but you don’t register it, your eyes staying shut as you shove your face into your sheets. He opts for leaving you in your dress, shoes were fine but clothing was uncharted territory so he just unfolds the fluffy throw blanket at the edge of your bed and drapes it over you. His hands turn you over until you’re on your side, a stack of pillows at your back so he knows you won’t run the risk of choking on your puke if the situation arises. When he knows you’re no longer at risk of dying he starts to get up, your hands coming to grasp his and it startles him to see your drunk eyes blinking at him softly.

Your lips are moving but he can’t make out what you’re saying so he inches closer, “Huh?”

When hes about a foot away your hands cup his cheeks and bring him in for a quick kiss, the scent of vodka filling his nose as he feels the softness of your lips, “Thank you Jungkookie.” The phrase slurs together in an almost incomprehensible sentence but he hears it as he pulls back, your eyes shutting and your hands dropping and laying limp beside you as you knock out.

Jungkook just stands at the edge of your bed, watching you sleep for a moment before he scurries out to the living room, forgetting about his cereal and collapsing onto the couch to crash, his hands rubbing his eyes almost as if he’s trying to wake himself up from the dream he swears hes in.

His night had been restless, he couldn’t even blame it on sleeping on a couch, he usually did that when he and Hoseok went out and he had to carry his best friend home. No his dreams had consisted of you and that damned latex dress, the small innocent kiss you gave him spurring him on, so he was thankful when he woke up and no longer had to be scared of you walking in on him saying some shit in his sleep.

Hes currently sprawled out on the couch, shirtless with his grey sweats on, one hand tucked behind his head as the other fiddled with his phone, scrolling through instagram and shamelessly rewatching your story for the millionth time. He just couldn’t stop replaying a video of you speaking into the camera, very drunk with a massive smile as you tried to get your friend who was in the background to face the camera, erupting into a laugh that made him smile along.

His finger presses down on his screen, pausing the video as his ears pick up the sound of a bedroom door opening, either Hoseok was up or you were. He wasn’t sure who he was hoping for but when he sees his friend walk out of his room with bedhead he wishes it was you.

Hoseok smacks his lips together a few times, his squinty eyes looking at Jungkook as he smiles, “How’d those jäger shots treat you?”

Jungkook laughs as he recalls Hoseok egging everyone on to take more of them, sitting up and ruffling his wavy hair, “I can still bounce back as quick as I did when I was 16.”

Hoseok just groans, his palm rubbing his forehead, “Wait until you hit 26.” He waddled into the kitchen and begins rummaging around, the sound of pills shaking in a container being a telltale sign that Hoseok desperately needed advil.

“Hungry?” He calls out and Jungkook hums in response, he was very hungry, he hadn’t wanted to get up and make himself food since last time he did he had mistakenly used up the last of your oat milk and you had been furious, tossing the empty carton at his head when you had tried to make yourself a bowl of cereal. “You cool with pancakes?”

“Dude you could give me a still frozen eggo waffle and I’d be grateful.”

Hoseok laughs loudly at his statement, pots and pans clanking together as he sets up and Jungkook winces, your bedroom shared a wall with the kitchen so it was only a matter of time until the noise woke you up.

It takes roughly 15 minutes of Hoseok chatting and the noise of the mixer to stir you from your sleep. Your mouth is dry and your eyes are pulsing from your headache when you fully awake, pushing yourself up from your bed you’re confused as to how you even got into it. The black dress you wore dug into your skin, the straps leaving deep imprints in your shoulders from the way you slept.

“What the hell.” You moan out, rolling your neck and staring down at the mountain of pillows that were laid out in a specific shape. Had Hoseok hauled your ass to bed last night?

The muffled sounds of chatter start back up, the smell of pancakes slipping under the crack in your door and you grin, hoping Hoseok had added chocolate chips into the mix.

Pancakes were a necessity right now, your stomach felt hollow and from past experiences if you waited too long to eat after drinking all night your hangover would last way longer, so you stand up, your sore feet aching as you shuffle to your drawers and pull out comfortable clothes.

When your door creaks open Jungkook stops talking, his fork staying impaled in the pancakes as the sound of your feet padding on the hardwood floor gets closer. Hes sat on the tall barstool facing the breakfast bar, Hoseok stood on the other side of it, both of them in the middle of eating when you finally show yourself.

Your eyes zero in on Jungkook and you frown, hes sitting shirtless, half of his back and side facing you, letting you see the swirls of black ink that cover the majority of his body. Your eyes follow the dragon that starts on his shoulder, tracing the head all the way down as its body curves and twists until the tail peaks away under the hem of his sweats, but you can’t drool over him, no matter how delicious he looked so you opt for being a brat.

“Don’t you have a home?”

Hoseok chokes on his laughter, seeing Jungkooks cheeks redden as he stares back at his plate. Did you not remember planting one on him last night? You were very drunk but c’mon, could the universe throw him a bone for once.

“Here, your stacks are over there, chocolate chips and all.” Hoseok flicks behind him, your gaze following and seeing the plate of pancakes with your name written all over it. The smile you have contrasts deeply with the look you had just given Jungkook, you were a sucker for chocolate chip pancakes.

You walk into the kitchen space and fix yourself up a plate, scooping out some of the leftover eggs in the pan and choosing to stand next to Hobi instead of sitting beside Jungkook. You’re both crammed on the small counter space beside the sink, the two of you had never gotten around to buying a dining table and always suffered the consequences so you always managed.

You lift up the plate to your nose and inhale, sighing in appreciation, “Hoseok, Iseul is one lucky lady. Why hasn’t she put a ring on it yet?” You tease, setting the plate down and grabbing the syrup bottle to drown your pancakes in the sticky goodness.

Jungkook is blatantly staring at your plate in disgust, his eyes looking between his plate and your own, your pancakes covered in the thick syrup, the excess dripping off and pooling into your eggs.

“Jesus what.” You snap, setting the bottle down rather aggressively, sending him daggers as his face scrunches up at your food.

“Thats fucking disgusting.”

“You like your pancakes bone dry, I don’t fucking judge you so don’t judge me. We’ll see who’s laughing when you’re choking on your dry ass food.”

Hoseok just stands there as he eats his eggs, a stupid smirk on his face as you banter like children. It’s always entertaining for him, he wishes he could record every interaction because you and Jungkook were the same person, the same sick sense of humor and quick drags made for some interesting comebacks.

He can see Jungkook getting increasingly flustered as you both continue shooting insults at each other about breakfast food, the dreaded oat milk fiasco being brought up and when you point your fork at Jungkook threateningly thats when Hoseok steps in as referee. “Alright, alright children enough!”

He raises his arms up, silencing you both and forcing you to drop your makeshift weapon, “Jungkook, you know the oat milk scandal is a sensitive subject so minus 10 points for bringing it up.” Jungkook glares when you poke your tongue out at him, “And Y/N, Jungkooks right, you drowning your shit in syrup is disgusting so minus 15 points for that.” And now Jungkook is grinning at you mockingly, enjoying the shock on your face as you look at Hoseok, calling him a traitor and picking up your plate to go eat in your room since no one fucking appreciates me in this stupid house!

When your door slams shut Jungkook chuckles, his tongue prodding at his cheek as he shakes his head and resumes eating his breakfast. Hoseok holds his coffee cup next to his lip as he stares at his friend, “You two fight like a married couple.”

Jungkook’s reaction is immediate, scoffing and rolling his eyes, “She’s just annoying.”

Hoseok hums, nodding along like he believes Jungkook, “Ah, so are we both still pretending you don’t have it bad for her?”

That gets a real reaction from the younger boy, his eyes darting to the wall that you share with the kitchen before glaring back at his friend, “Dude!” He whines, his shoulders sagging, “Do you want her to hear you?” Hoseok just cackles, grabbing his dishes and placing them in the sink to start washing them. Jungkook just continues grumbling to himself, his fork clanking against the plate as he stabs his pancakes aggressively.

“Give yourself some credit Kook, she doesn’t hate you like you think she does.” Jungkook found that hard to believe, your morning greeting of accusing him of being homeless due to him always being at your place showed him how you really felt, but last night was the first time he had felt like maybe deep down you thought he was cute enough to kiss.

“Last night,” he starts off, setting his fork down, “she came home at like 4am totally wasted, I don’t even know how she managed to climb the stairs up to the front door. I carried her to bed and she uh, she kissed me.” He whispers the last part, his eyes glancing at the shared wall again, praying you were listening to music and not hearing this conversation.

Hoseok shuts off the faucet, whipping around with wide eyes, “Huh? Like coherently kissed you with tongue down your throat or like drunk peck kissed you?”

“The second one.”

The expression on Hoseoks face doesn’t comfort Jungkook, he’s pouting in sympathy, “I mean, she kisses Iseul with tongue and everything-”

“Okay but-wait what?” Jungkook stops himself from interrupting further, his interested piqued in hearing about you and Hoseok’s girlfriend making out. It was a regular occurrence, if you both got drunk enough the compliments began and before Hoseok knew it you and his girlfriend were swapping spit and then acting like nothing happened as you entered the dance floor.

His friend rolls his eyes at the look Jungkook throws at him, “Yeah, I think Iseul loves her more than me.”

“Okay well tell her to get in fucking line.” Jungkook jokes, “But no, she kissed me last night and considering she doesn’t like me within her bubble it has to mean something right?”

Hoseok pats his hands dry as he approaches the breakfast bar again, Jungkook looks unsure, his teeth nibbling on his lip piercing as he stares at him. The conversation had switched over drastically from Jungkook pretending he wouldn’t lay his body across a puddle of water for you to cross, now he looked like a nervous teenager that didn’t want to get rejected by his crush.

“I don’t know dude, you’re gonna have to say something to find out.”

Hoseok knew more than he would ever tell Jungkook, you had openly confessed to wanting to climb him like a tree only if he wore a muzzle a few months back so Hoseok knew Jungkook had a chance at least. The only issue was he wasn’t sure just sleeping with you would be enough for his friend, the crush he had been harboring was too strong for a one night stand and he wasn’t convinced you’d want the same so Hoseok kept his mouth shut, letting you two figure it out.

He tried his best to make it so you two would be around each other, always inviting Jungkook over or inviting you out with them but Jungkook never did himself any favors, he needed you guys to hang out in a different environment that didn’t require loud music and other girls so when his girlfriend suggests taking a weekend trip to her family’s lake cabin he doesn’t think twice before inviting you to join.

The weather lately had been miserable, the highs skyrocketing into the 100s so you didn’t hesitate to say yes, on the condition that you could bring your best friend with you just in case the rest of Hoseoks friends were just as immature as Jungkook was.

When the day comes you and your friend have to leave a few hours after the rest of the group does, having to wait for Rina to get off her short morning shift before you embark on the 2 hour drive. So walking into the cabin you’re met with some unfamiliar faces staring back at you from their place on the couch. You give a wave, spotting Iseul on a lounger, she smiles widely and hops up, bounding over to you and wrapping you in a hug.

“Yay, you made it!” She pulls back and greets Rina, standing beside you both and gesturing to the full room. “Guys this is Y/N and Rina.” They all wave back as she starts to introduce them in order, Jimin had red hair and a nose ring, Yoongi had grey hair and a rose tattoo on his hand, The last one to be introduced is Taehyung, brown hair and a wide smile, giving you and your friend a wave. Jungkook and Hoseok give you a wave as well, no introductions needed for them.

Due to your late arrival all the rooms have already been decided on, Jimin and Yoongi lucking out with securing the master suite but you and Rina had no complaints, grateful to have even been invited.

Now that introductions were out of the way and everyone was here Hoseok announces that hes gonna start up the grill outside to make some food. Everyone gets up to start assisting but you and Rina head back out to haul your bags in along with the alcohol and groceries you bought.

The weather is humid and gross, your skin tacky with sweat so you’re wearing the least amount of clothing you can. Already in a stringy gray bikini, a loose cut up tank top and the shortest shorts Jungkook has ever seen on you. Your tattoos on full display, the florals that cover your entire left arm, reaching your shoulder, he follows them up and over his eyes glued to the bold lines on your back that peek out when your shirt moves.

When you bend over to set down the box of drinks he stares at your ass, trailing down the soft skin of your thighs that were bare compared to the rest of your body. Tae elbows him harshly, “So thats Y/N I’m assuming?”

Jungkook grunts in response, swallowing when he sees you pull your hair up, exposing your neck and that tattoo he desperately wants to mark up, “You ever gonna make a move?”

“I don’t have the balls.”

Tae hums, “Great, well I do so see ya.” He slaps his arm and Jungkook thinks hes joking until Taehyung actually makes his way over to you, offering to help carry your bag to your room upstairs. The grateful smile you give him makes Jungkooks face twitch, you only ever smiled at him like that when you were wasted

Taehyung wasn’t actually going to hit on you, he wasn’t a cruel friend. He was just going to flirt harmlessly, give Jungkook a reason to fucking make a move. Rina is all giggles as she watches you follow Tae up the stairs, pointing towards the room you had been assigned.

As he walks in front of you, making friendly conversation you take the time to stare at him. It seems all of Jung Hoseoks friends were fucking god sent, Tae’s fluffy brown hair and kind eyes were easy to warm up to, his style more toned down than Jungkooks, only a few minimal tattoos scattered on his arms.

He sets your bag down on the bed and turns to you with his hands on his hips, “Thank you.” You mutter out, walking over to the window and shutting the blinds slightly to stop the sun from beating into the room and warming it up further.

“Yeah no problem, have you ever been here before?” He asks, making himself comfy on your bed.

“No, never. Super glad to finally have a friend who can say they have a lake house though.”

He agrees whole heartedly, the both of you making your way back out of the room and into the dining room to try to see what you could help out with.

It only takes less than a hour for everyone to gather around the table, munching on their hamburgers and hotdogs as you listen to Hoseok, Yoongi and Iseul talking about the summers they used to spend here during high school, all of them having grown up together.

“You two went to high school together also right?” Iseul speaks up when the laughter dies down, her fingers pointing between you and Jungkook. She smirks to herself when she sees the look on Jungkook’s face, swatting Hoseoks hand away from her side as he tries to pinch her for putting the two of you on the spot, he knows what shes up to.

“Oh, yeah we did.” You sigh, shaking your head as you think back to high school and all the cringeworthy things that happened. “Had a lot of mutual friends but uh, we didn’t have lake house summer hangouts like you guys did. The closest we got was backyard house shows during the summer that reeked of B.O.”

Jungkook lets out a laugh, nodding along as he remembers the shows your group would end up at. The group you had was a pretty huge on, all of the kids in your grade that liked the same music tended to bunch together and do things as a herd so even though you technically went to shows together it wasn’t one on one.

“Wait, do you remember that show the summer after high school where I dove off the stage–“

“Your dumbass always did that.”

He waves you off, determined to tell the story he sort of remembered, “I know, but this time all I remember was jumping off and then waking up with everyone huddled around me trying to call an ambulance.”

Your eyes widen as you recall the exact day he was talking about, it was a typical backyard show with too many underaged kids getting drunk off beer. Everything was set up like it normally was, a makeshift stage and amps against the brick wall with a small crowd huddled around it. The only difference was this house had a pool, an empty one, and although everyone had been cautioned to stay away, once people got hammered nothing mattered.

The crowd surrounding the stage was teetering close to the edge of the pool so you and your friend at the time chose to watch from the sidelines, and thats when a very drunk 17 year old Jungkook hopped onto the stage, wobbling onto the top of the drum kit and catapulting himself into the crowd. They had managed to catch him and started crowd surfing him back, right into the empty pool. Jungkook had been tossed into the deep end, head first and you had seen it all happen.

“There was so much fucking blood.” You shiver as you recall the group of you running into the pool to make sure he was alive. He had managed to bust his head open and as you saw him with blood dripping down his head you realized then that you really didn’t dislike him as much as you claimed you did because you really didn’t want him to die.

Jungkook throws his head back and laughs loudly, morbidly recalling how his friends had told him to go to the hospital in fear that he had a concussion or needed stitches and even though he said he was fine he was lowkey scared to sleep that night and not wake up the morning after.

Everyone laughs along, enjoying the way Jungkook turns a traumatic story into casual conversation. When Jimin asks what he did after he gained consciousness Jungkook just smirks as he drinks the last of his beer before shrugging, “I drank some more and got back into the crowd.”

You just cover your face in second hand embarrassment at the memory, a few laughs slipping out because yeah it had been slightly traumatic but also kinda funny.

“Have you changed much since high school?” You lift your head and see Taehyung had addressed his question to you and Jungkook chuckles under his breath, remembering your quiet demeanor.

It wasn’t until college that you came out of your shell, gaining confidence and experimenting with your fashion and hair colors, the tattoos covering your body increasing quickly. But Jungkook could say your personality has stayed the same, sure you were no longer timid, quick to bite back now but the personality he had found himself latching onto had stayed the same. Even when you two distanced yourselves he always thought of you, he liked to think it was fate that had you and him both knowing Hoseok.

“Definitely, for the better though.” Jungkook eyes his friend like a hawk, the small smirk on his face as he stares at you from across the table, making eye contact for a second before looking back at you. Jungkook sees the way you lean on the table, your cheeks tinting when you see the way he stares at you.

“I’d love to see photos, ya know, to compare.” The laugh you let out has Jungkook sulking. Taehyung was charming, all the girls flocking to him and usually Jungkook was the same but he turned into a jackass around you.

Hoseok sees his sulking friend and claps his hands to get everyones attention, “Alright I’m sure we’re all still sober enough to not fucking drown, lets go swim. I’m melting.”

Rina heads to the room to change since she was still in her work uniform so you wait for her on the back deck, resting on the porch rail and watching as they haul over fold out chairs and floaties to the water.

If you thought Hoseoks friends were hot fully clothed seeing them all taking their shirts off left you speechless, you stand with a wine cooler in your hand as one by one they start undressing. The only ones missing were Tae and Jungkook, both of them having been put on clean up duty.

“I wish this was a brazzers video and I was getting railed by all of them.” Your friend sighs as she pops up beside you and you just nod along, the two of you wiggling your eyebrows at each other.

“You coming?” Taehyung speaks up behind you, smiling to himself from having heard your friends statement and you two jump, your friend scattering away and saving herself from further embarrassment, she had her eyes set on Yoongi so thats who she was currently warming up to.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, taking in his shirtless body, his toned chest out in the sun like the golden god he was and then out comes Jungkook, his long black hair pushed off his face, fully shirtless in black swim trunks. As he stands next to Taehyung your mouth waters at the sight of both of them, Taehyung’s shoulders were wider than Jungkooks but the black and grey art work spanned across both of his arms and chest, leading to his back is definitely your type.

He catches you staring and smiles to himself, making a show of stretching his arm out to wrap around Taehyungs shoulders, shaking up his body, “Race you in?”

When he looks at you too you gulp down the last bit of your drink, setting down the bottle and slipping out of your clothes, not giving them a second glance as you scream out “Go!” and take off.

The dirt you run on slightly burns your feet and when you hear Jungkook and Taehyung catching up you scream, urging your legs to pick up the pace.

“Loser has to skinny dip!” Taehyung adds on to the rules, enjoying the annoyed look Jungkook sends his way, he knew what Taehyung was doing so he lurches forward until he’s right behind you.

You scream again when large tattooed arms wrap around you and haul you up and over their shoulder in a flash. You register that it’s Jungkook when you peak up and see Taehyung struggling to keep up, how Jungkook was able to carry you while also beating him had him baffled.

Jungkook would be damned if you had to strip in front of his friend so he feels no remorse, a smile stretching across his face when he hears you laughing, his hands are wrapped around your thighs just below your butt and he’s tempted to smack it but the cold water of the lake splashing onto his legs snaps him out of it.

“Fuck!” You screech as Jungkook enters the lake, the freezing water shocking you and he laughs again, sliding you off his shoulder to stand up on the lake bed.

“I didn’t expect it to be that cold.” He shivers next to you, dunking his head into the water before popping back up, his labret piercing glimmering in the sun.

Taehyung makes a show of splashing his way in, the water spraying everywhere and it has you shielding your face with a laugh, “Fucking cheater, is this your plan to see me naked Jungkookie?”

Jungkook smacks the water, the droplets spraying across Taehyungs face but he embraces it, laying back to float on the water with a smile, “No one said anything about getting naked until you spoke up, just say you wanna show off your monster cock and go.” He jokes, hearing Taehyung explode into laughter, choking slightly on the water as his head slips under from laughing.

You roll your eyes at the topic of dicks, “I don’t have a monster cock, unless you’re into that.” Taehyung teases you, trying to get further under Jungkook’s skin

“I could be.” You play along, it was now Jungkooks turn to roll his eyes, sinking further into the water until only his eyes were visible, could he drown himself here? He’s pretty sure you wouldn’t even notice if he didn’t come back up for air considering your eyes were glued to his friend. Jungkook was going to fucking strangle Hoseok for inviting him.

His eyes drift over to the right, seeing Hoseok, Iseul, Yoongi & Rina taking turns jumping off of it while Jimin floats on a flamingo floatie a few feet away. He starts to paddle his way over, not hearing any protest from you or his friend just reassures him that he made the right choice.

When Taehyung deems Jungkook is far enough he calls you closer, “Wanna know a secret?” That piques your interest, inching towards him with a curious face, “What if I told you I know someone who has a massive heart on for you.”

“Heart on?”

He laughs again, raking his hair off his face and nodding at you, “Yeah heart on, like a boner but for your heart.”

Note to self, yes all of Jung Hoseoks friends were just as immature as Jungkook was.

“I would tell you that I hope the person you say isn’t secretly married with kids.”

He floats onto his back again, his arms lazily paddling him to circle around you, “Oh no, our Jungkookie is definitely single.” He brings one hand up to cover his mouth, pretending to have slipped up.

“So what you’re saying is you don’t wanna fuck me?”

Your response is not one he expects but the way he bursts into laughter makes you smile, you had caught on to Taehyung’s antics, noting how he was friendly when you two were alone and only amped his flirting when Jungkook was present. You weren’t sure why he was using you to irritate Jungkook but if what he said was true it surprised you.

His loud laugh draws everyones attention and he rights himself up as to not choke on water again, “Like a brazzers video was it?” He teases, “He told me about your little smooch a few weeks ago.”

“Im sorry our little what?”

He wipes the water off his face, “Yeah, you came home drunk as fuck and he took you to bed and your predator ass planted one on him, with no consent. Shame on you.”

You splash water onto him, Jungkook sees it from his spot on the pier, a scowl on his face at seeing you acting playful with his friend, blissfully unaware that he was the topic of your discussion.

“Can you please grow a pair and tell her you love her.” Iseul moans out when she sees the look on the youngests face.

“Wait what?” Your friend asks and Jungkook turns around to give Iseul and Hoseok an exasperated look, “Seriously?”

Iseul just shrugs from her spot sat on the wood, not giving a damn about outing his crush in front of your friend and Hoseok just smiles, his foot planting on the center of Iseuls back and giving her a shove until she screams as she gets pushed into the water, beer bottle and all. He gives Jungkook a highfive until Iseul pops back up, her eyes full of rage as she holds up her ruined drink, “Jung Hoseok what the fuck!”

“Sorry babe, you kinda deserved it.”

Rina nudges Jungkook with her knee, her face making it very clear that Jungkook needs to fess up before she very loudly called you over. He sighs and hauls himself up until he’s standing and even though he’s towering over her Rinas face doesn’t soften, “Stop staring at me like that.” He grunts, “I just have a crush on her, its not like I confessed to something despicable.”

She crosses her hands over her chest as she stares at you and Taehyung still talking in the water and she can tell you’re not into him, you were both playful but she knew you very well, your flirting tactics not coming out to play with Taehyung but Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice this. She also knew that you’d secretly bend over for Jungkook if he ever asked but he didn’t have to know that right now, “Well you better say something cause it looks like your buddys making more progress in one day than you have the entire time you’ve known her.”

He groans in annoyance again, flicking water droplets at her face and deciding he was over this conversation, walking back to the cabin, not caring that he was dripping water everywhere.

You see him stalking away looking pissed off and Taehyung smirks, after coming to terms with the fact that you had in fact kissed Jeon Jungkook it only took a few more minutes of talking for you to also start confessing to not exactly being opposed to sleeping with him as well. Taehyung nudges your shoulder, “I swear to god if you don’t follow him I will be offended. No ones telling you to bang him, just talk because he swears you hate him.”

When you turn to glare at him he spits water at you until you’re relenting, “Fine, but if this is some sick prank I’ll shove my foot up your ass.”

“Ooh kinky.” He winks at you, laughing and beginning to paddle away when you turn and start wading out of the water. The sun beats on your back as you step out of the cold water, and you’re tempted to just go back and act like your conversation with Taehyung never happened but you’re curious now.

When you reach the back porch you hose yourself down, getting rid of any of the mud you trudged over before patting yourself dry with the towel you laid over the porch railing.

From the pier Iseul is pulling herself back up, announcing that she was about to go inside but Hoseok grabs her, all of them noticing you following Jungkook, “Fuck no, Y/N and Jungkook are the only ones in the house.”

She lets Hoseok keep his arms wrapped around her and smiles, crediting herself for being the one to push you two together and Hoseok groans, attempting to push her back into the water but she latches onto him, making them both tumble in with a splash.

You shut out their screams when you step into the house and close the sliding door, entering the kitchen and spotting Jungkook stood against the island, one of your wine coolers held against his lips. When he sees you staring at it he pulls it away quickly, “Shit, I’m sorry. I should’ve asked before grabbing one.” The last thing he needed was another oat milk fiasco.

You just shrug as you approach the island, resting your body against the granite across from him, “Nah, help yourself. Whats got your panties in a bunch?”

He sets the bottle down softly as he watches you, your hands clasped together, stretched out in front of you as you bent over the counter innocently. His teeth tug at the bar in the center of his lip, his inky strands covering his eyes but you can see his gaze peeking through, “Did I ever do anything to you for you to dislike me this much?”

You straighten up at his question, a frown tugging at your lips, you didn’t dislike him, you found him immature and he liked to push your buttons on purpose but you knew he was harmless. Obviously Jungkook didn’t know this considering Taehyung had just told you he thinks you hate him. “What, Jungkook I don’t dislike you?”

He scoffs, taking a swig of his drink with his brows raised, not believing you in the slightest, “Then why are you so mean to me when ever I’m around you.”

“Because you’re mean to me! You always say shit to get under my skin.”

Jungkook laughs at that, pushing his hair back and tossing the empty bottle into the paper bag set up on the counter, “Yeah because you’re easy to annoy.”

Your arms stretch out at his statement, “And so are you, you don’t see me moping like a baby. Besides I didn’t do anything to you out there so don’t try to pin your bad attitude on me today.”

He opens the fridge again, pulling out a water bottle instead before turning back around and staring at you, “Really, you didn’t do anything?”

You glare right back at him, walking around to meet him and snatch the water bottle out of his hands, call it even for him taking one of your wine coolers. “Please enlighten me on how I managed to ruin your day by not saying a word to you.”

Between you two running into the lake until he paddled away the only exchange you had was a curse word & Jungkook acknowledging the freezing water, where could you have possibly pissed him off.

He chooses on foregoing grabbing another water, his hands crossing over his chest, the muscles bulging out at the action but you force yourself to look away, “You objectifying my friend and talking about his monster cock isn’t you doing anything?”

You freeze from drinking the water, your cheeks ballooning out as you keep it in your mouth because what the fuck. Objectifying? You swallow the liquid, full on laughing now, theres no way he’s being serious. “You were the one that brought up his dick, are you dense?”

Okay, you had him there but he wasn’t going to admit defeat that easy, “Sure and you kept it going.”

You laugh louder at that, twisting the cap back onto the water bottle and tossing it at his chest lightly, smirking when you see him scramble to catch it, “The amount of times I’ve had to hear unwarranted stories about your dick in or around someone is fine but me joking with Taehyung is crossing a line?”

Jungkook presses his lips together, his mind repeating what everyone has been telling him all day. Tell her you jackass. “Yes because it fucking sucks hearing that shit from you.” He bites his tongue, stopping himself from blurting out the most important part, but his statement is enough to get you to believe what Taehyung had said earlier. Did Jungkook actually have a heart on for you?

“Why, are you jealous?”

“Yes.” He admits almost immediately, his response catching you both off guard, but the smirk on your face only gets bigger. Jungkook is wary of your reaction, not exactly fond of the way you look like you just caught your prey. When you reach out, your fingers gently touching his shoulders his wariness only deepens.

“Why would you be jealous about me wanting to fuck your friend?” Jungkook says nothing, your fingers continuing to trail up and down his shoulders softly and he likes the feeling of you touching him, wanting to lean into your touch but he’s not sure if you’re fucking with him or not. “Who knew all it would take was one kiss for Jeon Jungkook to get possessive.”

He blanches at your sentence, “Wait you remember?”

“Of course I do,” you lie, not wanting to tell him that Taehyung had been the one to remind you. You wanted to see how far you could push him until he admitted to something. The typical Jungkook you were used to was the one who went to bars and clubs and managed to score a handful of girls numbers before taking one home, the countless stories you’ve heard being proof of that. The Jungkook stood in front of you did not live up to the reputation you had seen.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I mean you were wasted so I just didn’t think you’d remember...” he trails off, unconsciously stepping back until hes pressed against the fridge.

“You wanna refresh my memory?” You’re half teasing him, half serious, enjoying seeing Jungkook looking like he’s about to explode.

He doesn’t get a chance to respond, the sound of the sliding door making you take a big step back before looking over. Jimin had his head peeking through the opening, a small grimace on his face as he realizes he interrupted something, “Sorry, we’re gonna go tubing if you guys wanna join.”

Jungkook hopes you say no because he can’t find the balls to speak up but you nod instead, turning to face Jungkook again, “Maybe later then.” Is all you say before turning around and following Jimin back out to the lake.

He watches you leave, bending over the island and groaning into the granite, where had that come from and why was he kinda into the way you spoke to him? Jungkook stands back up, taking a gulp of his water and following after you and Jimin.

Even when you’re all gathered on the boat, Rina being dragged in a giant circle tube beside Yoongi the both of them screaming, he can’t get your conversation out of him mind. His eyes focused in on seeing you laughing hysterically as you record your friend, a smile spreading across his face because your laugh is contagious.

When you hop onto the tube next, dragging Taehyung with you to further egg Jungkook on, Jimin slides over beside Jungkook and sighs, “Sorry about barging in earlier.” Jungkook just shakes his head, telling him not to worry about it, he didn’t mind it. Your words had spurred him on and all he wanted to do now was rip off that lifejacket you wore and take you in front of his friends but he knew no one would appreciate it.

Later in the night everyone gathers inside and does their own thing, a few people playing board games while you retreat into your room, feeling sluggish from the water and sun so you sleep through the dinner everyone eats.

When you finally emerge from the room, your hair damp from your shower you find the living room dimly lit and empty, the clock above the stove letting you know it was 9 at night. There was two plates left out on the counter, wrapped in foil and you knew it was meant for you. As you near it you see the scrap of paper next to it, Iseul’s handwriting standing out.

Left on a hike to go stargazing, text us when its clear to come back.

You frown at the message, what did she mean by that?

Regardless you peel back the foil and smile at the food she had left for you, popping it into the microwave and picking yourself up to hop onto the counter as you wait.

When you slip your phone out and start to scroll through your socials the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs scares you, your eyes flicking up and seeing Jungkook trudging down, a baggy crew neck on him and his face looking flushed from the sun hitting it.

“You didn’t go on the hike?” You ask as he approaches you slowly, his face looks sleepy and you can tell he also took a nap from the way his eyes blink at you lazily.

“Hike?” He rasps out, his hand ruffling up his already messy hair, a small frown on his face from the foggy feeling he still had from just waking up.

“Yeah,” you hum, pulling out your plate and starting to eat it on the counter, “they left on a hike or something. Theres a plate there if you haven’t already eaten.”

He looks at where you’re pointing and he smiles when he sees it, his eyes also spotting the note left and skimming it. His friends were such instigators.

He lingers behind you, torn between eating or doing something to you. You’re hunched over the counter, your legs rocking you against it as you happily much on some of the roasted potatoes. His eyes lingered on your legs, your skin still exposed in a loose pair of cotton shorts, a baggy tshirt hanging off your shoulder and letting him see the tattoo of a bee hovering over a sunflower.

You can feel him stood behind you and you freeze, looking over your shoulder at him with your brows raised, “Why are you standing like that?”

He shakes his head, relaxing the stiff way he stood and leaning against the counter instead, flicking his hair out of his face as you keep staring at him. “Just thinking about what you said earlier.”

You pop a piece of chicken in your mouth as you hum, “What did I say?” pretending to act confused, a smirk curling up on your lip when you see the deadpan look he give you as he pushes off the counter.

The nervous Jungkook from earlier is gone, the shock from you egging him on earlier had passed and it just solidified that he wanted to have you. “About me refreshing your memory of our little rendezvous.”

You laugh at his term, setting your fork down to fully turn to him, “Do you want me to kiss you again?”

He smirks at you, now standing a foot away from you, your back pressed against the counter as you craned your head up to stare at him, “Among other things.”

“Other things?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, his hand reaching out to cup under your chin gently, “I’d like to bend you over this counter and fuck you until you’re crying. If you’re into that.” He smiles at the small gasp you let out, your eyes gleaming with desire at his words. You had thought you had the one up on him earlier but his change was a welcomed one, you wanted to experience the Jungkook you had heard about, rough and cocky.

You rest back onto your elbows as you stare at him, letting his thumb rub under your lip, “Oh really? Are you all talk?”

Jungkook scoffs, dropping his hands to cage you between him and the counter, his head dropping down a bit until your noses nudged together. “No, I always deliver.”

You don’t get a chance to respond, his head tilting slightly until your lips are together, the cold bar of his piercing pressing against you. Jungkook feels you relax into the kiss, glad that you weren’t pushing him away like he always swore you would. When he tests the water, gently licking his way into your mouth you groan, your hands coming up to clutch onto his sweater to tug him closer until his leg is between yours.

Kissing Jungkook felt natural, maybe it was the pent of sexual frustration you two had apparently had with one another but you just wanted to get to it. You drop one hand to trail down his thigh, palming his growing erection through his sweats.

He groans, pulling back from the kiss to rest his forehead against your, his soft breaths hitting your face as you continue to stroke him. “Feel that?” He hums softly, “Just wanna fuck you.”

You laugh gently, kissing his neck and feeling him roll his hips into your grasp, “How are you supposed to make me cry when you’re this needy?” Your teeth nip his skin, his hips stuttering when you do.

Jungkook just chuckles, the sound continuing when he trails his own hand down until hes dipping into waistband of your shorts, his fingers coming into contact with the wet spot on your underwear, “Keep it up.” He warns, “I’ll remember that in a bit.”

Your hands tighten their hold on him when he pushes your underwear aside to touch you directly, his fingers teasing your skin softly until he’s rolling your clit in a tantalizing manner. When you drop your head back and glare at him he just smiles, “Who’s needy now?”

“Still not crying.” You bite back.

Jungkook looks at you with his brows raised, new set determination on his face as he nods, stepping back from you and hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and underwear, tugging them down your legs in a flash.

The cool air inside hits your wet folds and you gasp, kicking your discarded clothing aside on the floor and letting him drop to his knees in front of you. His long hair falls in front of his eyes, his hands grasping the top of your thighs to slide your legs apart with a grin.

He can see you wanting to speak up so he beats you to the punch, his nose nudging into your clit as he teasingly dips his tongue in between your folds to lick a broad stripe up. You let out a shuddered laugh, your hands reaching down to tangle in his head when he spreads you open with his fingers and starts to eat you out like a man starved.

Your eyes shut, your head falling back at a particular hard suck he gives your clit, his tongue going back to circle around your entrance to lap up your wetness. He groans at the taste of you, your hands tugging at his hair when he falls into a rhythm that has you quivering.

He slips two fingers into you, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him making him moan in anticipation of how you would feel around his cock.

Just like Jungkook is in every aspect of his life, he’s shameless in the way he pleasures you, the sounds of him slurping against you in combination with his fingers thrusting into you has you hurdling towards the edge faster than you’d like to admit.

You rest your weight on your elbow behind you, feeling your legs start to tremble and Jungkook notices, his arm wrapping around your thigh to help stabilize you. He can’t even get himself to gloat at having you fall apart this quickly, instead he enjoys you rolling your hips into his face, tugging his hair hard, your inner walls spasming as you reach your climax.

“Oh fuck.” You moan out, squeezing your eyes shut as your whole body is lit up, Jungkooks tongue continuing to flick your clit as you cum, his fingers slowing down slightly as you come down.

He can hear you breathing harshly, your fingers gently raking through his hair while he gives your pussy one last kiss before hes standing back up. His mouth and chin are covered in your arousal, his hand tugs up his shirt to wipe at his face, peeling it off his body and tossing it carelessly onto the floor.

“You’re not crying but its a start.” He mumbles out, his eyes trailing over your face as you stare at him fucked out. His talk was true, the small tidbits you’ve heard of him being able to make girls cum in record time hadn’t been a lie to boost his ego.

You look between you both, seeing his cock tenting in his sweats and you smile as you reach your hand into them, wrapping around his heavy length. He sees how your eyes widen at his size, you can tell he’s big and you haven’t even properly seen it yet.

When you tug them off you marvel at his size, big dicks would forever be your weakness and of course he’d have one. “I really wanna suck your dick,” you start, a small smile creeping up on your face as you give his cock a small pump, “but I’m not trying to barf my dinner up on the floor. Can’t have two girls puking over your dick in your lifetime right?” You knew his dick would make you choke and if you hadn’t just eaten you wouldn’t care, but barfing was definitely not a kink of yours.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, a laugh escaping his lips, “You’re the worst.” He shuts his eyes as you both start to chuckle. Jungkook doesn’t care, he was trying to make you cry, he didn’t need to have his dick sucked to do that.

“Its not just my height thats Titan size huh.” He jokes, laughing harder when you release his dick and groan, your faux annoyance being shown when you let him slide your shirt off of you, his hands coming up to cup your exposed breasts.

“No, I am not calling your dick Titan sized.”

“Oh no?” He asks, stepping closer until his length is pressed between your folds, a slow thrust starting that has you groaning, “This Titan dick can make you feel real good though.” He can barely utter out the sentence until he’s laughing again, burying his head into your neck at how stupid he sounded.

“You’re insufferable, I swear if you have an attack on titan fantasy I am walking away.” He lets out a playful whine, his mouth latching onto that tattoo he always wanted to kiss, his tongue softly licking at the skin as he sucks it, pulling back and humming when he sees the purple splotch in between the petals of the peony.

“I’m not that big of a weeb, can still make you feel good tho.” He mutters giving your lips another kiss, feeling you smile against him, your hands pushing him back by the chest.

You turn around, bending over the counter and shaking your hips slightly, “Show me.”

He bites his lip, his eyes staring at the slick coating your pussy, trailing down your thighs and he feels his dick twitch, not needing to be told twice. Jungkook presses his length against you, rutting between your folds, the both of you sighing as he coats his dick in your wetness.

“Remember, I wanna see you crying.” Is all he says before he’s pushing into you, the tip of him slipping in and he marvels at the way you spread around his girth as he thrusts further into you, a small moan leaving you when he bottoms out.

You wanna tell him that you won’t be crying tonight but the way he fills you up has you seeing stars, his dick nudging all the right spots inside of you so all you can do is tighten your walls around him and gasp for him to move.

Jungkook grasps your hips, his thumb tracing the outline of your back tattoo as he pulls back and starts a slow pace, determined to find the rhythm that has you falling apart.

When your hands grip the counter in front of you, helplessly trying to find purchase, your fingers knock into your dinner plate and swipe it into the sink beside you but you don’t register the noise and Jungkook grins when he hears the loud moan coming from you when he dick hits the back wall of your cervix.

You’re still sensitive from your last orgasm, so the feel of his thick cock stretching you open has you keening, your hips rutting back to meet his thrusts that have grown in speed, “Who’s needy now huh?” He grunts out, loving the sound of your skin slapping together, “Trying to fuck yourself on my cock, maybe you should do all the work then.”

When his hips still you whimper, twisting your head around to see him giving you an evil smirk, “Go on.” He urges, guiding your hips with his hands to get your started.

A heavy sigh fills the air as your hands press firmly onto the counter to ground yourself as you start to rock back onto him, a slow start until your need to cum again takes over and you speed up your movements.

“Good girl.” He praises, his hand reaching forward to push your hair over your shoulder, his hand trailing down your spine until it reaches your ass, his hand palming your flesh as he groans when he locks into the view of his dick, seeing the way you’re creaming on it.

The sweetest moans reach his ears, he can feel the way your velvety walls tighten around him further, “Fuck Jungkook.” You moan out, you can feel the sweat building up on your skin from exertion and he takes sympathy on you, knowing you want to cum again.

He leans over a presses a kiss against your shoulder before he takes over again, resuming the brutal pace he was pounding you with earlier and you sigh in relief, fully slumping forward and letting him have his way with you.

“You feel so good Jungkookie.” You breathe out and he smiles as he lets his hand slip around to your front, his fingers finding your clit again and the contact has you moaning again. His rough hands helping you reach your peek again, “Oh my god, don’t stop.”

He doesn’t plan on it, loving the way you’re clamping down on him and mumbling nonsense into the cool granite, “Don’t worry, I got you.”

With a few more thrusts you’re falling apart, pressing your forehead against the counter and moaning his name out louder than you thought was possible. Your friends made a good call vacating the house because there was no way you’d be able to keep quiet.

“Thats it.” He coos, pulling his hand away from your clit without slowing down his pace. Your legs felt like jello, glad you had a place to rest on while he continued to jackhammer into you. The first signs of overstimulation started to prick into you, small whines leaving your lips and Jungkook takes notice.

He pulls out of you slowly, his hands grasping your hips to turn you around. Your body is pliable in his hands, letting him move you and haul you up onto the counter, your feet dangling off the edge and a hazy smile on your face.

He presses another kiss against you, letting your tongues tangle together as he grabs your arms and wraps them around his neck, coming back down to hook under your thighs as he slides back into you.

The way you groan into his mouth makes his cock throb, your soaking entrance letting him glide right into you, “Hurts.” You whine out softly when he starts to thrust, not sure if you’d be able to handle another orgasm but Jungkook shushes you softly with another kiss.

“You can do one more for me right baby?” He asks, sucking on your lower lip as he rocks into you slowly. His eyes are half lidded and you can feel how hard he is in you, your body still trembling slightly from your last orgasm but you nod anyways, letting him kiss his way down your face until he reaches your neck again, soft praises leaving his lips.

Your fingers tangle into his hair again as you slump against him, letting him hold you up. You trail along his tattoos, tracing the giant death moth spanned across his collarbone, the tip of the wing reaching the bottom of his neck.

He’s grunting softly against you, getting lost in the feeling of you, the added touches and kisses you plant on his skin igniting the fire inside him. His arms scoop you closer, his hands spreading against your lower back as he speeds up his thrusts, your legs still wrapped around his arms.

The way his dick curves inside you has you moaning again, the pleasure creeping back up and your head falls back as you feel the pressure building again. You’re not sure you could handle coming again but Jungkook seems determined to get you there, rolling into you, the feeling of his pelvis rubbing your clit is too much. Your hands cling onto his back, your fingers digging into the flames and dragon that occupied the space.

“Fuck I can feel you squeezing me.” He gasps out, “You can cum again sweetheart its okay.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, hearing him grunting into your ear, his voice dropping into a gravel as he nears his edge as well. You’re clinging onto him for your life, gasping loudly when you reach your third orgasm of the night, the force of it making your mind go blank.

You don’t tune into to the small shriek of his name, the growl he lets out when you tighten around him tighter than before, his hips rearing into yours in a sloppier way until he’s cumming, hips surging forward to bury himself deeper into you as his cock twitches.

You come back when he moans your name out, the feeling of his cum filling you up making you mewl against him. He thrusts shallowly a few more times before pulling out with a sigh, letting your legs fall limp over the edge.

His cum drips out of you, slipping through your folds and down your ass until it pools onto the counter beneath you and he smirks, his eyes coming up to look at you and his expression gets bigger when he sees the tear streaks on your cheeks. His hand cups them, his thumb sliding across your face and wiping them with a laugh, “I told you I’d make you cry.”

You don’t have it in you to be the usual brat you are with him, not after cumming this hard three times in a row so you just pout at him and lean forward to kiss him again, this time being more gentle and slow paced than the last.

“How was that?” He mumbles against your lips, letting you pull him in to you, wrapping your arms around his tiny waist as you nuzzle into his chest.

Jungkook feels you laughing against his skin, “How was that?” You mock as you give him a squeeze, “Let’s just say I’ll cry over your Titan cock any day.”

The both of you burst into laughter, Jungkook pressing a kiss onto the top of your head as you two just stay there. Jungkook and you had officially crossed the line from being bratty friends to sleeping with each other. Neither of you knew what it meant but it seemed like a conversation for tomorrow morning, right now you were content with just holding him.

So when your phone vibrates beside you you’re reluctant to pull away, so Jungkook compromises by reaching it for you and handing it over.

You see its a message from Iseul and you unlock it, your face heating up as you groan and show the message to Jungkook, his face turning just as red as he sees what she sent.

Iseul 10:15pm : Thank you for the show, I hope you two realize we have security cameras in the kitchen and living room you horn dogs.

The two of you peek over at the corner of the room giving a wave and smiling shyly at the blinking security camera staring back at you. Maybe she could send you the footage for keepsake.

#btsghostie #maknaesmutsociety #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts drabble #jeongguk smut #new

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obsessivelycapricious · 3 years

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18+ Jason Todd x fem!reader fic ramble.

Hey, so this is a idea i've had in my head for a while, but it won't leave me alone. I've kinda written the first part of it already? But idk if I'll finish it. I haven't worked out the ending yet either but a couple of lovely people were interested in hearing it so here goes! Thanks for the support! I'll tag you all separately.

Warnings: excessive torture, manipulation, gaslighting, rape, violence. kidnapping, interrogation, Stockholm syndrome, abuse. I dont specifically mention how old the characters are, but B-Man likes to pick them young so use your imagination to age them up a bit if you like. It's dark folks, and a super slow burn, though it might not be so bad written in brief here, but if those bother you it might not be a good idea to read it. (its hidden under the cut - PS it got super long - 2.5k words.)

You are Robin. Or, you were at least.

Batman picked you up out of crime alley, gave you a home and a purpose and trained you up to be one of the best deterrents to the crime in Gotham. You lived in the manor, and thought of Bruce and Alfred (even Dick) as your family. It's awesome and you love it!

Almost two years after donning the cape, something goes wrong. You get split up from Batman and taken by Jokers men. That night is the last night you see the sky for years.

Over the next three years, you are systematically abused, manipulated, gaslighted and tortured until you are a shell of your former self. Conditioned to obey his every whim, you micro dose of the small crumbs of affection Joker has to offer you. He gives you test after test, pushing you to your limit always in new and horrific ways. You don't hesitate when he asks you to shoot someone in the head or to beat someone to death. The consequences of fighting against him aren't worth it, you have learned that the hard way. He even doesn't always lock the door behind him and yet you don't try to escape.

You hate batman with a passion now, you regret ever having met the man, he has ruined your life and it's his fault that you are where you are now. He abandoned you. Used you for his games and then replaced you like you were nothing to him. It broke your heart when Joker showed you the footage of another Robin running along the rooftops. Your replacement. Heartbreak boiled over to fury and rage.

He passes you around his acquaintances, particularly Johnathan Crane who is eager to test his new strain of fear gas out. Under the gas you see the Bat sacrificing you again and again to get what he wants. If Scarecrow takes advantage of you while he has you in a vulnerable state, no one cares enough to stop him. He wants to know who the Bat is, but you know that telling him will put Alfred in danger and you'll do anything to avoid that

(Thankfully the joker doesn't want to know who the bat is, you're not sure you could defy him like that anymore.)

Then one day, a body gets thrown into the small cell you are kept in when joker doesn't want to play. Its a Robin. You panic, fear and anger confusing you while joker laughs in your face. You know it's another test but you can't figure out what the rules are.

This is where the fic starts. It's about Jason Todd's slow descent from a vibrant punk who loves being Robin to the dejected, abused shell of a boy who hates the caped crusader and will do anything Joker tells him. You know it'll happen, because that's what happened to you.

Only, Joker never does the same thing twice. Even if it works. You don't want to get attached to the boy, but birds of a feather and all that jazz.

Highlights (or lowlights) include:

Having to share a small confined cell with Jason.

Arguing about the Joker and escaping

"Don't you want to leave? Crazy bitch."

Finding out that Batman didn't even tell Jason about you:

“Why would he come for you anyway, huh? What makes you so special?” “I’m Robin. We’re partners. We’ve been through all kinds of shit together. We’re like this.” “Pah. You really believe it too, don’t you? Ya poor sap.” “What do you mean?” “Why go to the bother of finding a dumb punk like you when he can just make a new shiny Robin instead?” “He wouldn’t do that.” “He’s already done it. You ain’t the first.” “That Robin moved away, he’s doing his own thing now.” “I wasn’t talking about him. I meant the other one.” “What other one?” “The other one.” “There aren’t any other ones – I’m the only other Robin that there’s ever been.” “You motherfucker!”

Beating the shit out of Jason in a blind rage because he won't stop talking about how Batman will come for him.

“How long have you known Batsy for huh? If you know him so well.” “Nearly three years. How long have you known him huh? Oh that’s right – you don’t” “What? Three – Three years?” “That’s what I said. Look, I know this is scary, but I trust B-Man. He’ll come for me, we’ll kick all these guy’s asses, take Joker back to Arkham and get you out of here too. It’ll be okay, you’ll see.” “B-Man?” “Yeah, Batman.” “Shut up.” “What? Why?” “I don’t want to talk about him anymore so shut up!”

Jason finally figuring out who you are when Joker comes to punish you for denting his new toy.

Joker calling you pet names while manipulates you and you being terrified the Joker is going to replace you too

“Oh. Pumpkin, it’s alright. I thought we agreed we were over this, no? Batsy kicked you to the curb a long time ago. It’s old news! This shiny new toy of ours is your replacement.”. “What? You’re replacing me too?” “No, no no. I’d never dream of doing something so barbaric, Sweetheart. That’s the Bats’ M.O. You’re mine for keeps. I would never be that cruel, would I?”

Jason taking his anger out on you:

“Why do you hate B and not the Joker? He’s the one that’s doing this to you. He shipped you off to Crane and you didn’t even fight back.” “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” “No, I know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re screwed in the head. You’re a joke, you’ve given up. Some Robin you are. A real Robin fights back. You don’t deserve the title.”

Joker making you put your Robin suit back on to fight Jason for his amusement. Jason hesitates in the beginning but kicks your ass every time.

Jason trying to comfort you but being bad at it.

Joker asking your opinion on you what you think will break the boy:

"When he gets replaced. Show him."

Weeks of being beaten then long stretches of being left alone with Jason with no instructions.

Catching Jason staring at you when he thinks you're not paying attention.

Joker being caught and taken to Arkham so you both get knocked out and transported there too.

Joker ignores you the entire time he's there as he's being watched to closely, the separation sets you off into a panic when you think about it too much.

Most of Arkham is in on you being kept there. The prisoners who know about it are paid off by being able to play with you - and now Jason too.

Jason thinking in Arkham he would have more chance of being able to escape.

You being subjected to more of Crane's abuse and different types of gas.

Jason being brought back to your cell after being tortured by calendar man and offering him comfort for the first time.

Being cut open and tortured by Zsaz.

Huddling up in the abandoned wing of Arkham for warmth and comfort.

Remembering that you had met before, years ago in the Narrows before Batman took you to be his adopted daughter.

Jason taking care of you while you recover.

Giving Jason advice on how to cope and get through the different villains taking revenge on you.

Jason being hurt and tired and snapping at you, causing an argument where you lash out at him:

"I had to go through this all on my own, dickweed. I didn't have anyone to hold my hand and tell me I wasn't going to die. So fuck you! God forbid I try and help your sorry ass."

Jason being tortured by two-face and seeing Batman and a new Robin visiting Arkham. They don't hear him scream for them to help. It breaks his heart and his will to fight.

You knew it would happen, but seeing it first hand makes your heart break for him. You didn't want to be right. You hate Batman more for what he's done to Jason than what he's done to you.

"I was right there (y/n)! Right there and he didn't even look at me."

Talking about Alfred and how much he means to you both.

Thinking you might actually have feelings for Jason after all.

Being transported back to the compound when Joker finally breaks out of Arkham again only to be in separate cells.

Having major separation anxiety from not being able to tell if Jason is okay.

Joker being jealous of your attachment to Jason and doubling down on his control over you.

He tries to take you outside and you panic so badly you beg him to take you back because you're terrified of what being free will mean.

Joker telling you that you failed his test by getting attached to the boy. He tells you that he's going to kill Jason to teach you a lesson.

Being put back in a cell with Jason to find his face has been branded and he's just so utterly void of any hope or any life.

Sitting next to Jason in the cell with your head on his shoulder.

Jason knowing he's going to die without you having to tell him. His voice is quiet and resigned, almost with a shred of relief when he says:

"He's going to kill me soon, isn't he?" "I'm going to miss you, Jason Todd." "I'm glad I got to know you, (Y/N). I'm sorry I couldn't get us out." "It's okay."

You kissing his cheek as you drift off huddled together for the last time.

Joker forcing you to watch as he beats Jason repeatedly with a crowbar, ignoring your defiant cries and struggles for him to stop.

"Which hurts more Little Red? Hmm? Forehand? Or Backhand? I think (Y/N) would like to know!"

Joker blaming you for having to kill Jason:

"And all because of your silly school girl crush. What a waste. I'm very disappointed in you, Dolly."

Being dragged away screaming from his lifeless body and thrown into the back of a van just in time before the building explodes.

That's the first half. For the second half to the ending, I haven't quite figured out yet. I've got a few ideas, but I can't decide what would fit better, feel free to help me out here.

Batman could find her after all this time, new evidence being uncovered during the explosion and in his grief about finding Jason's body he could question that he never actually found yours. Of course then you'd be homicidal and try to kill him, resulting in you being locked in another cell, this time in the Batcave. You'd get to scream at him about all his failings and what a terrible person he is though so that could be cathartic. Alfred (And Dick a little) manages to talk you back to some kind of sanity but you are forever changed by this. You meet Red Hood at a later date: on your way to find an egg and cheese sandwich when someone pulls a gun on you. Seeing you again jars him out of his own homicidal rage long enough to care about the girl who he couldn't save, giving the BatFam an opening to reason with him some.

-Or-

Joker keeps you hidden away and the Bat still has no idea you even exist. It stays that way for two more years where you eventually become completely numb to everything he or his acquaintances do to you. Joker eventually gets bored at the lack of reaction and in his boredom he gets careless. A new vigilante takes it upon himself to blow up to compound and best all Joker's men, he escapes but the vigilante doesn't chase after him and instead he finds you. You resist his attempts to save you, knowing how angry Joker will be so instead, Red Hood punches you in the face, knocking you out. He carries out into the night and you wake up somewhere new and he tries to help unravel the fuck ton of issues you've got while dealing with his own. He'll probably enlist the BatFam to help once he's done wanting to kill them, unless you can talk him into killing the Bat together, after the Joker dies of course.

-Or-

One day, maybe a year after Jason dies, Joker decides he's bored of you and gives you one last curveball. After more than 6 years of being isolated and abused, you wake up in an alley on the streets of Gotham, alone. Abandoned again. After several panic attacks and not knowing if it was a test and that you should run back to the Joker or going to find Alfred because he's the only person in the world left that you trust, you decide to leave Gotham altogether. You make it out and somehow navigate your way to having an apartment, a job and even a quiet life in Bludhaven, away from the Bat and the Clown and the nightmares. Except that one day, while you're drinking your morning coffee in a café, Dick Grayson sits down opposite you. You're stable enough not to react immediately, and Dick seems to really care that you're alive and well. Turns out that the Bat found out about you and decided to leave you alone this whole time (which only serves to double down on your feelings of abandonment) Only the joker is out of control and they think that you could help them by giving them an insight into how the joker works. They've got a new Vigilante to deal with too so they're stretched pretty thin. You flat out refuse which is when it turns out it really wasn't a request. You are taken back to Gotham and confronted with the BatFam, helping them reluctantly when Red Hood breaks into your new apartment, demanding information. You argue, and it feels too familiar, setting off a panic attack when he ribs you about your complicated relationship with the Joker. Identities are revealed and you work together to take down the Joker.

The epilogue to this saga would be some time after any of those options.

Both you and Jason finally in a healthier place where you can actually acknowledge what has been growing between you two since you were paired together all those years ago. It's not a neat and tidy happily ever after, it's messy and full of arguments, fears and misunderstandings but it's also full of tenderness, softness and love. And the sex is really good too.

If you got this far, thanks for reading! Let me know what you think? Come chat to me anytime!

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #dc imagines #jason todd imagine #jason todd #dc comics #dark fic #18+#joker #TW

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missjaystone · 3 years

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What’s up, Doc?

This is my submission for darkficsyouneveraskedfor ‘Watching-Stalker AU Challenge’ (And yes, after asking initially from an entirely new account before posting on a secondary blog, I’m too embarrassed to tag Roo again.)

Prompt 11: Everyone knows about celebrity stalkers, but what happens when a celebrity is the stalker? Kinks: Forced Pregnancy/Breeding, A/B/O

Word Count: 3000

Relationship: Dark!Steve x Fem!Reader x Dark!Bucky Trigger Warnings: nonconsensual/dubious consent, forced pregnancy/breeding, A/B/O dynamics, abuse of power(?). PLEASE DONT READ IF THESE OFFEND YOU (PS Everyone: I’m sorry to redirect everyone to another blog but I’m too nervous about having 'missjaywrites’ as only a secondary blog. The first blog post on miss_jay_stone with stay but that blog is officially abandoned. Henceforth everything will be posted here.)

Being a doctor meant stressful moments, being a military doctor meant stressful days, weeks, months, or years. However, being a doctor specifically for the Avengers was an entirely new level of pressure. Being the person to patch up or perform surgery on literal superheroes made you miss working in the middle of warzones. You knew one wrong move could quickly spiral into a major issue, but you knew this when you took the job.

The choice itself wasn’t easy, there were more than enough reasons for you to respectfully decline, reasons like; despite being as accomplished as you were, you were still fairly young, the pressure was enough to age someone half a century, there were about a dozen security measures in place to make sure you said nothing to anyone, numerous contracts and NDAs to sign, and possibly the biggest reason to say ‘no’ was what you really were. An omega. You could very well be arrested because of how many official government forms you’d falsified and signed stating you were a Beta. You did what you had to do to accomplish your goals and it landed you in the medbay of the Avengers compound, often in close contact with the numerous Alphas on the team.

In your opinion, you were pretty physically average and never thought of yourself as someone that turned heads. That was more than fine by you, the less attention you had on you the better. Recently, though, you felt something subtle change, you always felt like somebody was looking at you, even if nobody else was around. The constant feeling and incessant nagging in the back of your mind sent a chill up your spine daily. There were some days where you found yourself feeling something like an internal tug towards whatever alpha was close by and now more often than not, the closest alpha was one of the two blue-eyes super soldiers. If you had listened to the alarm bells in your head, you would have left your job the moment you felt something strange.

You would’ve moved to Calgary or Portland or Dallas, but you brushed it off as silliness and an overactive imagination. And because of that, here you were, stuck in a web of your own design, your protruding stomach a reminder of the mistakes that led to this situation. Of course, you’d love them when they arrived but that wouldn’t lessen the naivete you felt for falling into their game. Their words forever holding your heart and soul firmly in a vice grip. “C’mon, doll, you can be our good little ‘mega and get everything you could ever want” “We can keep your secrets safe, we’ll make sure nothing bad can ever happen to you.” The words seem to play on repeat in your mind. You can pinpoint the exact moment a small mistake led to where you were now.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 8 Months Prior~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Wow, where are you going all dolled up like that?” Your colleague and friend Alex asked as you stepped out of the storage room with a bundle of clothes in your hand. He paused typing his report to watch you gather your things. “I’m going to a 50s themed party with a guy I’ve been seeing and he’ll be here to get me soon,” you answered, motioning to the very-50s inspired outfit you wore. “Lucky you, kid, knock him dead but use protection,” he called with a chuckle as you left towards the elevator. You rolled your eyes at his comment but got a chuckle out of it yourself. He loved acting like he had 25 years on you instead of 10. The entire elevator ride down you were checking to make sure everything was perfect and not a hair was out of place.

You didn’t even look up when you stepped out of the elevator into the lobby. You did however look up, when you collided with a firm body. Your apologies were stopped by two things; the feel of cold metal on your back thru the thin fabric of your top and the strong scent, familiar scent of cedar & sandalwood and sage & pine. “I’m so sorry about that Captain Rogers, Sargent Barnes; that was totally my fault for not looking and I’m incredibly sorry to have almost steamrolled you,” you rambled awkwardly as you hurriedly tried to step back and put space between you and them. It took several long moments before Bucky removed his hand from your back, putting both in his pockets.

“Don’t worry about it, accidents happen,” Steve said with a smile that just didn’t seem quite right. There was an uncomfortable couple of seconds where you felt their eyes raking over you and you would’ve sworn their pupils dilated. “You know, it’s funny, you look like you’re straight out of a magazine from the 40s,” Steve said with a chuckle to break the silence. “Thank you, sir, I have a date at a themed party and this is the theme,” you sheepishly replied. The blond cleared his throat to cover what almost sounded like a growl at the name ‘sir’ and his features momentarily hardened when you mentioned it was a date. His smile was quick to return “well we don’t want to hold you up, enjoy your weekend, Doc and we’ll see you around.” You politely thanked him and returned the pleasantry before stepping passed them to leave. If only you had looked back, you would’ve seen them begin an intense, hushed conversation before they disappeared into the elevator.

That little conversation seemed to be when all of this started, but it was only little things that never drew much thought. At least, it started small; things on your desk would be moved, lights would be left on when you showed up the next day, your door would be unlocked, just little things that you couldn’t definitively say you did or didn’t do and the feeling of surveillance being minute and random. Then it got bigger; clothes you’d left at the office would disappear like jackets you kept in case you got cold or a spare change of clothes if what you wore got messed up, and papers you were sure you’d put away would be scattered on your desk but the feeling of being watched was more often, and one or both of them often came around for seemingly any reason. Like when Sam came in to get stitches after a mission, Bucky stood to the side almost brooding when you only mildly acknowledged him to tend to his friend.

Then alarms started to go off in your head but you ignored it. They were celebrities, they were superheroes. There’s no way on Earth they’d give you more than a second though. Your internal alarms kept going off; you never felt alone anymore, even in your own home. Your cozy little home that you’d fallen in love with always felt like somebody else was there or had been there. You often felt like your skin was burning, especially when they were around which was now multiple times a day, you always seemed to run into them. Bucky was normally quiet when you crossed paths, always asking if you felt okay and commenting on your flushed and flustered appearance, taking two steps forward for every step you took away from him. Steve seemed to be more physical whenever you two met around the building, he’d pull you into a friendly hug before you could object and make conversation with you, often brushing hands with you or setting his hand on the small of your back.

It went on like that for two months and you’d never been more thankful for fall to turn to winter, the cold breeze helping to sate your increasingly uncomfortable temperature. You thought everything had passed when you started to feel more normal and they stopped coming around you as often.

One night you decided to stay late to get some reports finished, submitted, and filed properly. It was perfectly fine for a while but then you felt yourself heating up again. Even after removing your scrubs and changing into some clothes you stored here, you were still burning. Soon you were fidgeting in your seat, trying to find some way to quell whatever what happening with you. You ended up nearly running to the bathroom to splash cool water on your face and get something to drink but you should have just gone home.

When you took two steps back into your lab, you were immediately pulling back against someone’s broad chest with superhuman strength. On instant contact, a familiar and unnerving scent surrounded you; cedar and sandalwood. It was Bucky hold your back flush against his chest. Panic set in seconds later when you felt him pressed into your lower back, the size alone was enough to take you out of your paralyzingly-afraid state. But it wasn’t like that helped any; you were an average human and he was a Super Soldier, it took no effort to keep you in his grasp. All he had to do to keep you in line was move one hand around your throat and growl quietly in your ear.

“Easy, doll, if you move too much he may have to hurt you and that's the last thing we want,” a calm voice said, the tone almost soothing. Steve stepped into sight from where he’d been looking at some things on your shelf. “I know you’re probably a little confused but we’ve been keeping an eye out for you. Keeping creeps away at bars, making sure your train ride home goes without incident, taking care of the men you go on dates with. You’ve quite the active social life doll,” his voice was tender as he approached you, gently stroking your cheek. By now your eyes were wide with bewilderment as your brain attempted to process this situation. “We want you to be our good little Omega, start a family with you, and give you everything you could ever want or need,” Steve continued when your attempt to speak came out in a whimper.

Just as you went to correct him, Steve stopped you, cupping your cheek “please don’t lie to me, doll, we can’t create a future built on lies. We always thought you were a cute little Beta but after running into you that day, we both got a nice strong whiff of your cleverly hidden Omega scent, made us both incredibly hard, especially in that outfit that looked like it was from our time. That little incident made us see you for what you are; a good little ‘mega perfectly tailored for us, made to be our girl and have our pups. Unfortunately, we had to wait sometime to wean you off of those nasty chemical suppressants but now that you’re on the verge of your first heat, your body is more ready than it ever will be to take us,” Steve explained in that eerily calm voice, the intimacy of the town and him gently stroking your cheek was easily beginning to jumble your mind as it told you to do what you’d been fighting for years, what you hoped to always avoid.

“Steve,” Bucky grumbled, finally speaking up when his friend paused, he’d started steadily grinding his hips against yours for friction. “I-I can’t, I d-don’t want this,” you stammered out, nearly biting your lip off to keep yourself from whimpering or moaning as you felt Bucky’s hard-on against you, so close to where you needed but didn’t want it to be. “Well, that’s why we’re giving you a choice, princess. We don’t want anything bad to happen to you and if you’re our girl we can make sure nothing bad ever happens to you. You’ll be the safest person on the planet. Alternatively, people will find out about your status and well, perjury, falsifying federal documents, and falsifying medical documents are serious. You’d lose your medical license permanently and it’ll be at least a decade in prison but that’s not what we want,” Steve reassured before planting a small but quick kiss on your lips and smiling.

“C'mon doll, you can be our good little 'mega and never have to do anything ever again, you’ll never have to worry about money, job security, gross bar creeps, medical issues. We just wanna take care of our girl,” Bucky whispered in your ear, his tone too gentle for the situation. When you began to object again, a strong cramp in your abdomen had you nearly double over with a pained moan. You’d have been on the floor if Bucky wasn’t holding you and Steve wasn’t in front of you. “We can make all of this pain go away right now, just say you’ll be our best girl,” Steve coerced as he moved a few strands of hair out of your face. You knew you couldn’t open your mouth without moaning in pain or screaming so you furiously shook your head. Steve continuing to stroke your cheek, though small, was enough to distract you from noticing Bucky untying and pushing your shorts down.

As much as you hated yourself for it, you moaned out in surprise when you felt Bucky’s cool metal fingers rubbing your clit slowly. The man let out a groan and pulled his hand back, smirking as it glistened in the dimmed lights of the lab “fuck, Stevie, she’s so wet for us.” The words renewed your sense of panic and you began struggling hard. That seemed to be all it took for Steve to let go of his restraint. He lunged forward and captured your lips in a harsh, hungry, and dominating kiss. The blond wasted no time ripping your shirt and bra away, sending buttons flying to the floor. He didn’t break away from the bruising kiss as he began to fondle your breasts, paying extra attention to the nipples. In your state of unwanted pleasure, you didn’t notice Bucky quickly unzipping his pants and pushing them and his boxers down enough to free his aching member.

An entirely new sense of panic filled you when you felt his head nudging at your entrance; you would not make it through this in one piece, they were going to split you in half. When Steve’s lips finally left yours, he haphazardly pulled his member out and pulled you down until your face was level with his cock. When you didn’t do anything, he seemed to signal to Bucky who then buried himself into the hilt and moaned out happily, his breathing hitching as he mumbled “fuck, so tight, feels s'good.” Just as anticipated, you opened your mouth in a silent scream of pain and forced ecstasy, he gladly took the opportunity to thrust into your mouth, making you gag when his tip hit the back of your throat.

It took them no time at all to set a bruising rhythm, their moans and groans combined with your muffled cries of pleasure and fear filled the moan. You hated the way you felt your body betray you, how your core ached from Bucky to go faster, how your mind was quickly falling into the role of a submissive little Omega that you’d avoided all your life. Pretty soon you were beginning to move with them, the logical part of your brain being overshadowed by the need to please the two Alphas violating you.

“That’s it doll, that’s our good little Omega, such a good girl cooperating with her Alphas,” Steve cooed soft praises as he proudly watched the last of your resolve vanish. He took one of your hands and wrapped it around the part of his cock that wasn’t in your mouth, helping you build up a good stroking motion before letting go. He held your hair in a makeshift ponytail and tugged whenever he felt you run your tongue along the veins. Bucky on the other hand had a vice-like grip on your hips as his thrusts gradually became erratic. He reached underneath you and started rubbing your clit quickly, this time with his flesh hand. “C'mon doll, cum for your Alphas, you’re gonna feel so good being our Omega,” he muttered into your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

You couldn’t stop yourself. Between his words and the way he rubbed your clit and Steve’s praises and encouragements, you didn’t stand a chance against doing what he asked. You came with a muffled scream as your searing orgasm raced through every one of your veins, leaving you in a seemingly endless state of white-hot euphoria. You could barely acknowledge the feeling of Bucky erupting inside of you, filling you with his seed. His thrusts slowly becoming more languid.

“C'mon, hurry up,” you heard Bucky say, even though it sounded muffled and far away to you. You admittedly whined at the loss of his member even though he still held you up. You coughed when Steve removed himself, finally taking in deep breaths of air. They switched places quickly, Steve emitting a groan as he entered you more gently than Bucky did. This time, you didn’t hesitate before taking Bucky’s cock into your mouth, just following the part of your brain that said to submit to them, that they alone could bring you this much pleasure and everything they promised. Steve gave a few thrusts before he pulled your hips flush against his and spilled himself with a content moan.

You all but collapsed to the floor when they were done, them being the only reason you didn’t. Bucky scooped you up bridal style after Steve wrapped his jacket around your used, naked form. You were only semi-conscious as they carried you out of the lab, barely awake enough to mumble out “where are we going?” “We’re going to our room, little 'mega, and we’re gonna keep doing this every night until we see you round with our pups and we’re gonna make sure you’re treated like a princess, our princess,” Steve said, using his soothing tone from earlier. Barely clinging to consciousness, you merely nodded. The last thing you remember before passing out into sweet, sweet dreamland was you saying “alphas know best.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Current~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You looked down at your stomach before looking back at the sonogram in your hands; clear as day, you could see two 8-month-old babies. You’d stopped fighting when the pregnancy tests turned positive, they were very clear that no matter where you went, they’d find you and bring you home. They kept their promise about giving you everything you could ever need or want and protecting you. They kept their promise to keep you safe and always be there for you. You resigned from your position and didn’t renew your rental agreement, officially moving in with them in a bigger room. Once you safely passed the second trimester, they claimed you as theirs and let you claim them as yours. You’re not sure if you’ll ever forgive how this started but it wasn’t so bad.

#StalkerChallengeFic #Dark!Bucky Barnes #Dark!Steve Rogers #Alpha!Bucky Barnes #Alpha!SteveRogers #Dark!Stucky #TW: NonCon #TW: DubCon #TW: Breeding #Steve Rogers Smut #Bucky Barnes Smut #Marvel Smut #J Wrote

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morkofday · 3 years

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2020 – a (content creator) year in review

I decided to make this into a mix of these two games I was (kinda?) tagged into so thank you for @leonzhng and @tiesanjiao ♥ I hope you don’t mind me doing it like this ^^ all the questions were just so interesting that I wanted to try!

(bc of the amount of questions, I’m placing them under a cut so that I don’t flood anyone’s dash)

(this is the 2020 year in review that hanyi tagged me to ♥ sorry am so late!)

Top 5 Movies you saw this year

wow tbh I didn’t watch many movies this year as I realized yesterday when I was thinking about this for certain reasons. Or at least I feel like I didn’t watch that many? Nothing really stuck with me it seems.

Because of this, I will only mention two: Parasite and The Old Guard. Those were both wonderful in their own ways and I’m very happy I got to watch them both ^^

Top 5 TV shows you watched this year

this one is difficult bc I watched so many (and forgot even more?) but:

The Lost Tomb Reboot (my introduction to DMBJ. this drama stole my heart and helped me through the tough autumn semester!)

Joy of Life (it’s nuts that this happened during 2020? it feels like it was ages ago)

Kingdom (such a positive surprise and I really hope we get more of this :o I really recommend!)

Detective L (easy, nice aesthetics, amazing costumes. Bai Yu was a delight as Luo Fei)

Sand Sea (I am still baffled by how much I loved this bc I had so many doubts? am happy I did tho)

Bonus: Guardian (bc it has come to stay and the rewatch has been so emotional but so rewarding)

Top 5 songs of 2020

this is a tough one too bc I’ve heard so much new music during 2020 but I will try to put it simply:

Black Swan by BTS (I absolutely adore this song. I listened to it on repeat when it came out at the beginning of the year, I have cried for it a ton, I enjoy every stage I see for it and it’s just a masterpiece. it has also helped a bit with my writing struggles that I’ve felt creeping up on me lately)

Always by By The Coast (an amazing song that always leaves me in my feels. inspires me a lot all the time)

Love me or Leave me by DAY6 (this whole album was a masterpiece and I listened to it on loop for like. two weeks? this was my favorite song on it even if I adored the rest too, especially Zombie)

all of my life by Park Won (listened to this a lot in relation to my xicheng and the wedding I finally got to write for them ;; that’s one good thing that came out of this year tbh)

雨人 by 刘畅 (Liu Chang) (with the Reboot’s ending song, this one is my favorite on that ost. I love Liu Chang’s voice, I loved Liu Sang as a character and as I said, I loved Reboot as a drama. I get super emotional about this ost so I think it defined this year a lot for me)

Top 5 books you read in 2020

All For The Game -trilogy (listened to these as audiobooks but that counts right?)

The Song of Achilles (as an audiobook too and really adored the reader’s voice)

The Smoke Thieves -series (I really just binge read the two first books in this series and am so excited for the next one!)

Call Down The Hawk (love love love)

Guardian novel (am not very into these novels usually but I was positively surprised this time? it was so cool to finally get the original story and compare it with the drama version)

5 positive things that happened in 2020

joined mdzsnet and met all the amazing ppl there and got to become part of this loving community and :’) I’m so thankful, it’s been a joy

learned more about editing? or started doing it regularly. I still can’t do shit but am having fun learning more all the time and I really hope that maybe the upcoming year I can switch to PS and try out giffing?

went to Halsey’s concert! it was in february so a bit before all the hassle with covid happened over here ;; it was super cool and so nice and I just. I love Halsey

fell into the DMBJ hellhole which am very much enjoying. it’s a great universe and the story is so good and the dramas have been so fun to watch and. it feels like a good continuation to The Untamed somehow haha (also brought me a new friend! you’re amazing ashen!! ♥)

started therapy and it’s been... a journey. but towards something better I think? it’s something I would’ve needed ages ago but it’s better late than never I suppose

My Creations

(this is the other part where ali was being super sweet and mentioned me ♥ thank you for being so awesome!)

1. first creation and most recent creation of 2020: wow it’s been a while since I’ve looked at this horrible creation but here ya go jkdhgk [x]. I’ve come a long way from this (and my xicheng has come a long way from this too). most recent one is this xiaoge edit that I absolutely adore [x].

2. one of your favorite creations from 2020: this wwx edit that was part of my agust d2 edit series [x]. I loved to give him blue instead of his typical red.

3. a new style you tried this year and a gifset edit that uses it: this [x] wwx edit which I don’t know if I like or not but I was playing around with the font and all the effects instead of just normal screenshots + coloring. also I just adore the quote.

4. a creation to be proud of: I could mention that xiaoge here but in addition, I will also say this wu xie edit for reboot [x]. I managed to capture my vision so well, I was surprised. for cql, this songxiao edit [x]. I loved how it turned out in the end.

5. a creation that took forever: this wangxian edit [x]. like I’ve said several times, I lost sleep bc of it. I just kept struggling with the third pic and how to place the text there D:

6. your creation from 2020 that received the most notes: this lwj/wangxian edit [x]. I had many ideas for this edit when I first started making it and I never managed to capture my vision in the way I first intended... the pictures I was supposed to use just never fit quite right sigh. I dunno why it was this one that gained all the notes in the end bc I personally think I have better ones too but am still thankful :’D

7. a creation you think deserved more notes: as said, dmbj fandom on tumblr is very small so I really want to say the two already mentioned ones (wu xie and xiaoge) and then my pingxie edits [x] [x]. also these wwx edits which I personally am very happy about [x] [x]. and from my agust d2 series, this yun bros one [x].

8. a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it: really just dmbj this year and I’ve already linked all of my creations for that :’D tho I have plans for another pingxie edit and a liu sang edit! oh and maybe I could mention guardian here with this shen wei [x]. I had so much fun while making it (also the quote just haunted me relentlessly until I gave it a moment).

9. a creation you made that breaks your heart: this must be my easter islanders (lwj and jc) edit [x] that just. awoke many thoughts in me? I’m going to put a link to the version where you can read my ramblings underneath :’D

10. a ‘simple’ creation that you really love: my creation for the creator (gif?) challenge that was going around! [x] it was simple and nice to do and I loved the result. also, it was nice to work with jl for a change :’)

11. a favorite creation created by someone else: oh wow ok so this is going to be rough bc I have so many favorites ;; you can look at this post here [x] to see more!

but to love my two taggers am going to say these [x / x] [x] [x] [x] [x] by hanyi (I always love your edits, the colors you choose, the thoughts you put into them (and your humor too!). there are so many cool things you’ve done that I just stay in awe of! I adore all of it ;; ♥) and these [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] by ali (I love all of your gifsets so much, they have such pretty colors and such good scenes, and I am thankful every day that you make all the amazing dmbj content, pls never stop ;; I should go through all of your creations properly one day! I noticed you have sand sea stuff too and let me scream?) ^^ ♥

12. your favorite content creators and blogs that you appreciate: this is going to be a huge list and I’ve already made my love heard for some but no hurt in doing it again so @i-am-just-a-kiddo @ashenwren @tiesanjiao @kholran @lzswy @englishbunnyrocks @leonzhng @aheartfullofjolllly @yibobibo @inkblue-black @cross-d-a @bloody-bee-tea @fytheuntamed @mdzsnet @lifegoesmon @creeds-eagle @underaswift-sunrise @sarawatsaraleo @lan-xichens @mylastbraincql @wangxianbunnydoodles @manhasetardis @distantsnows @ohsehuns @minmoyu @linglynz @highwarlockkareena @yiqiie @aowyn @alienwlw @wangxiians @kingbadcat @sassyassassy @tytangfei @lanzhannnn @skzmxtp @leoyunxi @yoonqiful @softjeon @rapbabenamjoon @ronan-adam @miyakuli @pavusdorian @arsuf @brolinskeep @gawincaskeyy and so many others! (sorry for all the random ppl on this list that I’ve never even talked to ^^’ just know that you make my dash a wonderful place! ♥)

I won’t tag anyone separately here but everyone who’s already been tagged or sees this is free to do this (or link me posts if you’ve done these already!) ♥ have a nice day everyone!

#tag game #wow this took ages #am sorry am late #thanks for tagging me tho!!#i enjoyed this a lot #about me

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thesurielships · 5 years

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i want your number tattooed on my arm in ink, i swear

Summary: Rhys has a crush on the mystery girl from the library. He approaches her, and a very awkward conversation ensues.

Word count: 1.4k

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‘Mother’s tits, Rhys. When you said you wanted to hang out, I never thought you meant the library. Is it snowing?’ he asked as he cast a brief look towards the cloudless August sky. ‘Are pigs flying?’

‘Will you shut up? This is a library.’

‘I can see that,’ Cassian retorted. ‘What I can’t see is why we’re here.’

‘We’re here to study.’

‘Finals are two months away.’

‘Six weeks, actually,’ Azriel corrected. ‘And stop that, you’re going to fall and break your skull.’

Cassian leaned forward so that all four feet of his chair were on solid ground. Being Cassian, that motion resulted in a loud bang. People hissed collectively at him to shut up.

‘People are trying to study, Cass,’ Azriel chided, eyes glued on his laptop.

‘I’m sure you are. Rhys, on the other hand, is definitely not.’

Rhysand ripped his eyes away from the real reason he was in the library. ‘I am studying.’

Cassian rolled his eyes. ‘Oh, please. I bet my wings you haven’t read a single word since we got here. Unless you meant you’re studying that girl’s body, in which case my wings are off the table.’

‘I have no idea what you mean.’

‘Oh for the love of - ’

‘Shhhhhh.’

‘I am sick of this,’ Cassian whisper-yelled, gently laying the hand he had been about to slam on the table. ‘Are you gonna keep staring at her like a lovesick teen or are you gonna do something about it?’

‘The only thing I am staring at is this paper.’

‘We didn’t follow that girl here for nothing. So tell you what. Let’s bet. You get her number, I pay for your entire Cauldron damned first date. She rejects your ass, I get your daemati card.’

Rhys bristled. ‘I am not giving you my daemati card.’

Cassian smirked. ‘Get her number, then.’

Rhys stood up. He glanced at her. Shit. She seemed so focused on her laptop.

He slowly made his way toward her table, summoning his nerve, and by any luck, his charm.

‘Hello.’

She looked up, a frown on her pretty face.

‘Is this seat taken?’

She shook her head.

‘Do you mind if I sit?’

She looked at all the empty tables around them, her eyes lingering on the table he had just left, where Cassian and Azriel were blatantly watching his pathetic approach.

‘Sure.’

He sat down, the scrape of his chair too loud in the silent library.

‘So…’

Her eyes were glued on the screen of her laptop.

‘You’re a student here?’ he finished lamely.

‘Yes.’

‘Freshman?’

‘Yes.’ This, she said with vigor, as she grabbed her mouse - she used a mouse with her laptop - and shook it furiously.

‘You look familiar. Where have I seen you before?’

‘I don’t know. The uni we both attend, maybe? Unless you don’t go here.’ Her tone was sharp, dismissive. Rhys felt a blush creep up his neck.

He cleared his throat. ‘Are you… studying?’

‘Depends on how you define studying.’

Rhys perked up at the opportunity. ‘How do you define it?’

‘As not going around to other people’s tables and engaging them in aimless conversations.’

‘Oh.’

Silence. Such an awkward silence. Rhys was itching in his seat. He had half a mind to abort the mission and go lick his wounds elsewhere. He would’ve done just that if not for the very loud snort that reverberated through the library.

‘Shhhhh.’

‘Sorry,’ Cassian whispered, not sounding sorry at all.

Rhys’s eyes flicked back to the mystery girl, who was once again shaking her mouse violently.

‘Is there something wrong with your mouse?’

‘Yes,’ she frowned. ‘It’s lagging. I want to get this character done by today, and it’s. freaking. lagging!’ she punctuated her last statement with slamming the mouse against the desk.

Rhys winced. ‘A character?’

‘Yes. I’m an art major. It’s for my comic class.’

‘Makes sense.’

At this, she finally met his gaze, her expression wary. ‘What is that supposed to mean?’

‘You seem very artistic,’ he said, glancing meaningfully at the paintbrush tucked behind her ear.

‘Ah.’ Her eyes were back on the screen, but the faintest blush colored her cheeks.

‘Don’t worry, darling. It looks good on you.’

‘Thank you.’

Again, silence reigned, interrupted only by the frantic click of her mouse and the frustrated groan she let out every time it lagged.

‘Do you mind if I see?’ he asked, gesturing to her computer.

She showed him her character, and his breath caught in his throat. It was a warrior. Tall, strong, wearing pitch black armor. He had blue black hair, violet eyes, and an insufferable smirk on his face. Two massive, membranous wings loomed ominously behind his back.

It was him. A fantastical, Prythian-y version of him, maybe, but he could’ve sworn it was him. However, as he had no interest in making a fool of himself, he chose not to comment on it.

‘It’s amazing. You’re very talented.’

She smiled, her first genuine smile. It was beautiful. ‘Thank you.’

‘So, you play Prythian?’

‘Not really, but I do collect the cards. The details on them are amazing. Like, here,’ she quickly went through her bag and brought out a deck of cards. She showed him one with a blonde woman and a glass globe. ‘The Morrigan and her Veritas. I just love the Veritas. Do you see how the color subtly changes, and is opposite to the reflection of the light? And here.’

She chose another card, which happened to be Cassian’s favorite.

‘The Illyrian warriors and their legendary wings. Look at how they shimmer in the light, split by a map of veins of gold and red. Backlit, there is a certain ancient and ethereal quality to them. However, in other cards, like Death Incarnate for example, instead of majestically beautiful, they’re pictured as deadly. Pitch black and all encompassing, they do not let any light through. Instead, it is directed upwards, highlighting the wickedly sharp claws.’

She paused.

‘I’m rambling, aren’t I?’

Rhys struggled to hide his smile. ‘No. Go ahead. I have like a hundred cards and never bothered to pay attention.’

‘I have two hundred and three cards. Somehow, I can’t seem to find the daemati one.’

Rhys saw his chance and had every intention to take it.

‘Would you be - ’

‘Rhyyyyyys,’ Cassian’s obnoxiously loud whisper interrupted him. ‘Come here for a sec.’

Rhys rolled his eyes. ‘If you’ll excuse me,’ he nodded apologetically to Feyre.

She waved him away, eyes already back on her screen.

He was going to kill Cassian.

‘What?’ he ground out when he reached his brothers’ table, sprawling defeatedly in his seat.

‘Nesta just texted me u up? It’s 4 in the afternoon! What the hell is that supposed to mean?’

Rhys pinched his nose. Cassian and Nesta’s on and off relationship had always gotten on his nerves, but now he wanted more than ever to smack them both on the head and lock them together somewhere - far away from him - to solve their issues.

‘How in the world - ’

‘Rhys?’ interrupted a purring, very feminine voice. He looked up to find the mystery girl’s stormy eyes on him. ‘Here is the card missing to your collection,’ she said as she lay her hand flat on his chest, then left with a wink.

His mouth dropped open, and remained so as he followed her swinging hips out of the library. He stared at the shelves she had disappeared behind for a long moment before Cassian’s muffled curse shook him out of his stupor.

‘Holy shit, man.’

Rhys looked down at the neatly folded piece of paper in his lap.

00XXXXX

Feyre

PS: Be careful who you stare at, darling. They might just be staring at you back. Also, that was not for my art class.

Tag list: okay so i got very mixed requests and it got confusing. I’m just gonna tag everyone and hope you like it. If you want to only be specifically tagged in one of my works, do say so.

@joyceortiz13 @bailey-4244 @quakeriders @standbislytherin @mariamuses @ignite14 @1800-fight-me @velarian-trash @rhysands-highlady @queenblueoffire @rowaelinforeverworld

#feysand #feysand au #feysand fanfic #my fanfic #feyre #feyre archeron #rhysand #cassian #azriel #acotar #acotar au #acotar fanfic #acomaf #acomaf au #acomaf fanfic #fluff #feysand fluff #mine #sjm

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disslve · 4 years

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𝐲𝐞𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐰 & 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐲 ! this is nai and my cowboy ass is here to throw roxy @ u and also tell u bad jokes and cry over life is strange 2 because i’m still not over this game and I NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT. just a heads up, i came up with roxy on a whim because this rp just looked so good, so if it seems like i don’t know what i’m talking about ... it’s most likely the case whoops . ( this is an excuse for me bringing shitty muses ). anyway, my fake cowboy ass loves to ramble so if you’re interested in plotting feel free to LIKE this post or hmu. i forgot to mention that i’m also a fake grandma so idk anything about discord at all and i still need to set it up which will happen in the next few days dsdnsdsdn.

ps: wanted connections/plots can be find in my wanted tag ( a link is on my blog ) and i’ll also list some below !

EDIT: discord name is nai #7158

* [ kristine froseth + cis-female + she/her ] —— have you met roxanne ‘roxy’ bailey ? they are a twenty-two year old junior currently studying romance languages and literatures. they live on decker house and word around campus is that this scorpio is compassionate + dedicated, as well as impatient + dishonest. i wonder if they’ll make it out alive.

basics.

full name: roxanne elise bailey

nicknames: roxy, rox

sexual orientation: bisexual

birth place: valencia, spain ( but only lived there for five years )

history.

one could say that roxy had lived an easy life, though her parents weren’t distinguished by their social status, it didn’t mean they lacked money which was enough to support their daughter in whatever she wanted to do.

truth to be told, roxy was indeed a little spoiled, the type of kids who would try all kind of things on the expenses of their parents only to quit a new ‘hobby’ again. she could barely stick to anything. she was some twisted kind of golden child, good at many things but never had the patience to continue something for long enough to cultivate it.

skipping over the part where she almost tried everything from arts, music etc. she finally found her passion ( and even roxy herself was surprised ). figure skating. she didn’t know what drew her in, she couldn’t explain it, she tried it and it felt right. roxy always describes the feeling as finding a soulmate if she feels extra dramatic that day.

unsurprisingly, she was good at it. not that kind of good at something she was at all the other things she tried before, but that being good at which stemmed from genuine interest. maybe, that is why she managed to get so far. and it didn’t take too long that people even started to call her a figure skating prodigy.

at this point at her life, she had it all, spinning the stars on her fingertips ( or warning bad pun ahead: spinning on the ice ). until, well, her parents company was in some crisis and they had to cut corners in the meantime. also oh so ‘conveniently’ roxy lived at the arse end of nowhere and getting to her practices was now even more difficult because as mentioned before they had to save their money for more necessary things. of course, there were more things , small and big, which totally threw her off ( which i am too lazy to list rn).

roxy tried to work part time, but a) the money wasn’t enough b) she didn’t want to cut more hours of training she managed to get. AND well, here comes the turning point and roxy thinking she was oh-so-smart without realizing that it would cost her career. oh-so-smart roxy came up with the idea to , well, just steal some stuff. after all, she trained with many other wealthy peers and she could just sell off their stuff or something.

at the beginning she only did it to afford certain things she needed, but soon it somehow became an addiction. she felt in control when everyone else in her life was an utter mess. however, the more she took things away from others the more she felt comfortable, doing it more often and sometimes taking things which weren’t even worth that much. it was only a matter of time until she was caught. and as if she was lucky for too long, the person who caught her pressured her into either giving them a hefty sum of money (which she didn’t have) or to quit figure skating. she decided for the latter.

well, here she was and her sudden departure was quite a shock. but she had no choice and stated it was for personal reasons.

skipping over her being devastated over it, etc. her parents managed to save their company (whatever this company is) but at this point it was already too late and roxy was accepted into holloway.

right now she actually wants to pick up her figure skating career again, however, she’s too afraid that the blackmailer is going to expose her and also she doesn’t really know who they are (lets pretend they wrote her letters, txt messages >??) and also she’s kind of afraid due to the lack of practice she had .

personality.

okay i’ll keep this short bcs i wrote way too much for her background story. but to sum it up, roxy kind of has that perfect girl facade. considering how many friends roxy has and how social she appears to be it is odd that no one seems to be able to describe her. roxy doesn’t want people to know who she truly is, and she keeps her distance as she actively avoids conflicts that might cause her to say something wrong and exposes herself.

she shields her feelings by only presenting polished version of herself, the facade of the perfect girl: kind, hard-working and polite. someone whose life is easy and someone who looks like she doesn’t have any worries. it doesn’t mean she isn’t anything of that, but it’s not as if her kindness has no bounds or that she doesn’t need to put effort into the things she does. nevertheless, she believes that she must be perfect in order to make people like her. and while, she is pretty good at masking her emotions and smile along, as soon as someone threatens to see past the illusion, she will become defensive and won’t hesitate to lie in order to preserve it.

plots.

best friends: although roxy pretty much keeps her distance from everyone else, this person had always stood by her side. maybe they knew about roxy’s sudden wannabe-thief phase ( which she is still in ) and well tried to talk her out of it ( which obviously didn’t work ). also adding some drama here and maybe they had a big argument over it and distanced from each othr because of it. however, my angst ass doesn’t want to ruin it and they’ll rekindle their friendship. they might meet again at holloway and it’s awkward at first, maybe they even have some arguments but they’ll get over it because everyone loves a good rekindled friendship story.

annoyance: someone who gets under roxy’s skin.seeing past the perfect girl face and constantly calling her out on it. maybe they just have fun annoying her and want to see what she really likes or they just don’t like roxy , thinking that beneath all of this act, she is a really unpleasant person. perhaps, they’re even doing it with good intentions and want to show her that she doesn’t need to hide who she is. whatever it is, they’re determined to expose to the world who she really is.

pen pal ??: muse a and roxy had been friends for a very long time, yet the funny thing is that they’ve never met each other nor do they know what the other look like. all they know is their name ( or maybe they only know each other by their usernames ) and their deepest secrets. maybe they already have crossed paths many times and perhaps even know each other but don’t like each other irl. or they never had noticed the other.

blackmailer: BECAUSE WHY NOT??? the person who forced roxy to give up on figure skating. maybe, they were a rival or just didn’t like her, or any other reason. they might as well, have noticed that roxy is secretly training again and might be back at their shit again.

exes: GIVE ME THE ANGST, maybe muse a and roxy used to be in a serious relationship and as naive they were back then both of them thought this love would last forever. however, at some point roxy started to distance herself from muse a, constantly cancelling their dates because of their busy schedule. at first muse a tried to be understanding towards her, but as time passed things only got worse. roxy hating any kind of conflict just decided to ignore the problem instead about talking about it and eventually stopped replying to muse a messages. muse a never really got to know the real reason behind their break up and was left with unanswered questions. but anything works

unrequited love: (this is just me throwing in my favourite way to make myself suffer) It doesn’t matter who is the one with the the one sided love because i just want some good angst.a) muse a has a crush on roxy, yet they never told her about it. yet, muse a can’t hide it and it doesn’t take too long until roxy notices it. but instead of trying to talk to muse a about it, roxy just ignores it acting as she usually does and perhaps even give them false hope that she might like them back. maybe muse a even confessed to her and because roxy didn’t want to hurt them she told muse a she’d think about it.

b) roxy has a crush on muse a but doesn’t admit it. she doesn’t want to show their vunerable side and just plays it down. maybe they’re friends and roxy doesn’t want to lose another friend. but one day she confesses to muse a on accident, making everything awkward between them.

someone she stole from: idk i thought this would be fun ? maybe she confessed to them about it or maybe they caught her but decided to not confront her about it.

fan: someone who used to watch her perfomances on their tv and is still not over the fact that she quit.

i also have a connection page on my blog if these are too specific or none of these work

i’m too tired to come up with more dsdsdnjsd but gimme everything !! THE ANGST, FLUFF, DRAMA PLS!!!

#did i use a special font just to highlight the yeehaw ?? yes #holloway.intro #this got so long djssdsdn

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heyyy can I request a matchup?? :)) im 5'1 with shoulder length black hair and really into vintage fashion paired with basics!!! im a panromantic demisexual, aquarius & intp, who is more of an ambivert tbh, how extroverted/introverted I am depends on my mood/company! usually am pretty happy-go-lucky, excitable and I make friends easily!! im chill most of the times and i prefer to avoid confrontation but i can and will call ppl out on their bs (if needed) - hq!! ask anon (from imagines blog)

also i LOVE cold/dad jokes and bad pickup lines hahah i laugh easily but bonus points if the person is super awkward or deadpan about it! my interests include fashion, movies, reading, and comics - i usually spend time searching for cute vintage clothes, discussing movies/books/anime or just spending time doing activities (usually cooking/baking!) with my friends and family!! - hq!! ask anon

im really affectionate so its important for me to spend time with my loved ones to receive and in turn, give affection to them - usually in the from physical touch or quality time spent together!! im so glad that your matchups are open cos i love your haikyuu imagines and the amount of thought yall put into the matchups is just mindblowing tbh!!! hehe thank you in advance and im looking forward to the results 🥰🧡 - hq!! ask anon PS. so sorry it turned out so long idek how it happened OTL

HQ ASK ANON!! you’re a little ball of sunshine alkjfd how are you so cute,,, no choice i have adopted you now dskljfd also xNTP club represent!

also i wrote this in an inspired flurry while procrastinating my history essay due next week so i hope it’s legible kdfjl

i had a hard time narrowing it down but!! i match you with…

bokuto koutarou!

✧ that is him trying to impress you honestly i love this dumbass so much and every time he’s on screen you just know you’re in for a good time,,, and i think he’d absolutely adore you! also he loves how much shorter than him you are, he enjoys hugging you from behind because of it sdlkj

✧ i think you match his energy quite well, while still balancing him out! he needs someone who can keep up with him, while also bringing him back down to earth. he definitely brings out your extroverted side, but the fact you can be a bit more lowkey sometimes is a good thing for him; he needs to take a break from being at 100% all the damn time sdlkj

✧ cutest! happiest! brightest couple! honestly, you two would be so adorable,,, just sunshine incarnate. you can’t help but feel happy in each other’s company, and it’s kind of infectious? you guys can be quite loud, but people enjoy being around you two because you bring love and light wherever you go,,, bless

✧ but you can call him out on his bs when you need to, because oh boy, does he need it sometimes,,, you and akaashi (who adores you, btw) tag team it. you’re sort of like a ‘bokuto’s personal development team’ because you spend a lot of time trying to help him with his slumps. needless to say the results are very hit-or-miss

✧ good thing you laugh easily because he’s just,,, so funny without even trying. and when he makes you laugh, his heart feels so full and ready to burst and he’s so proud of himself for achieving something so important and-- he’s just very wholesome like that kjlkj

✧ listen. make the boy some lunch for practice and he’ll cry. absolutely shows off the bento box you made with him last night to all the black jackals. h e l p t h e m -- he won’t shut up about you ever and they’re s u f f e r i n g. they absolutely know far too much about you to the point that it’s kind of embarrassing. but, they beg you to come to their games because bokuto works just that little bit harder when you’re in the stands because he just wants to impress you so bad--

✧ i think he’s also super physically affectionate, so your love languages line up! he’s honestly kind of clingy, so good luck with walking around at all when you’re alone because you’ll have all 6′3″ of him wrapped around your waist at all times,, also, he genuinely tries to spend as much of his free time with you as possible! once he finds out how much that means to you, he literally writes it down in his phone so he’ll never forget it sdlkdjf he does that with everything important you mention to him! he’s that determined to be a Good Boyfriend, bless his heart,,,

✧ his favourite thing to do is spend time with you, tbh,,, whether it’s being stupid while watching a movie and discussing it (he’s trying, even if things fly over his head sometimes), being your hype guy whenever you’re trying out a new outfit combination, trying his best to cook with you (you know that bento box i mentioned? the plan was for you two to make it together, but he managed to fuck up the sauce by making it way to sweet. so, the duty was handed over to you while he sulked with his head buried in your shoulder)

✧ you two are,,, so cute,,, my heart can’t handle it,,, you two would just be so loving and giving and you’d have the most wonderful time together? i love this couple so much give him a gentle kiss on the forehead for me

other matches!

✧ sugawara koushi: goblin angel boy,,, i love him,,, he’s a little smarter than bokuto, so i think you’d have a lot of fun discussing media together! he’s very perceptive and analytical, so he always has something interesting to say? otherwise, i think he’d also love your bright personality? he’s not called mr. refreshing for nothing, and i think you’d get along so well. he’s more lowkey than bokuto, so you’d have a lot more quiet time together; he’s good at managing his time so he’s always finding space in his day to cuddle with you (he’s also very affectionate!). i think he’d also make you laugh a lot; he’s not quite awkward or deadpan, but he can be a little dry? expect him to make a lot of witty little comments just to hear you laugh,,, UGH you’d just be so cute please shower him with love,,, also he loves that you’re so much shorter than him lmao idk why there’s so many question marks in this paragraph BUT–

✧ yachi hitoka: MY GIRL,,, first of all, you’re so tiny? like? that’s so cute oh my goodness? ANYWAY, i think she’d really enjoy being around someone like you? you’re easy to be friends with, as well as excitable and fun to be around. but, it’s not quite like with hinata (where being in his presence feels like staring directly into the sun, bless him). she really enjoys your happy-go-lucky personality, and it’s a balance to her anxious rambling. i think she’d also appreciate the fact that you’re able to call her out every now and then, because it might help break her out of an anxious spiral or two. she’s so easy to make blush tbh – all you gotta do is hold her hand and she’s bright red. also baking together,,, cuddling up on the couch together while you watch a movie (yes, her face is still red),,, my heart cannot physically handle the amount of sheer wholesomeness this couple exudes and i’ve got to stop rambling before i lose all sense of coherency slkj

#hhh also wanted to mention that oikawa and noya were also options but i was Forced To Choose #also imo bokuto is an esfp i have nothing more to say #haikyuu matchups #bokuto matchup

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Think of You: Part Four

-A/N: Hey guys! So sorry it took so long to get this to you all. It’s been a bit rough since I got back from vacation. I broke a bone and I got sick. And, my internet kept messing up. I’m back now and hopefully there won’t be any long gaps in the updates. I also want to apologize for any grammar mistakes that are in this update. I’ll try to go back later on and fix those. Secondly, this update may seem a little boring but the story is gonna pick up in pace and start moving forward in time. All of that will happen in the 5th update and beyond. I just want to thank all of those that have read my story and are enjoying it! It really means a lot to me :) PS: If you want to be added to the tagged list, let me know!

“What do you mean you turned him down?”

I removed the phone away from my ear as Mac yelled into the receiver. “He fucking wants you, Caroline! He’s actually interested and you’re turning him down?” She questioned. “Don’t get mad or anything, but are you fucking stupid?” I let out a sigh. I was growing very tired of being yelled at for my dating choices. I’m sorry that I wasn’t like her and jumped into bed with every guy that looked my way. I was not raised to be some floosy on the Sunset Strip, pining for the attention of some wannabe rock star. “You have to give him a chance, Caroline. You need to see where it goes and break out of this funk you’re in.”

“I’m not in a funk.” I whispered. “I just don’t feel like being in a relationship right now.” I could hear Mac mutter a string of curse words on the other line. “I’m not like you, Mac. I can’t just go out there and expose myself for the world to see. I don’t have that type of attitude and I never will.” I sounded pathetic.

“First of all-”Mac started, clearing her throat. “I don’t expose myself to the world. You’re making me sound like some kind of whore on the Strip.” She expressed. “Secondly, you do have that type of attitude. Every girl has it in them somewhere, it’s just up to you to find it and set it free.” Her voice was now soft. “You know I would never push you into something if I didn’t think it would be worthwhile. Yeah, Nikki may be rough around the edges but he’s really into you. Tommy even told me that Nikki’s crazy for you, and he doesn’t even know you!”

My heart was telling me to trust her but my brain was on guard duty. Nikki Sixx was very handsome in his own way but he was too dangerous. He reeked of sex, drugs, and rock n roll. He was everything that my parents warned me about. They would have a heart attack if I were to bring him home for Easter Dinner or any occasion for that matter. I would no doubt be booted from the family, and I’m an only child! “Caroline!”

I snapped out of my thoughts, “I can’t.” I quickly stated. “ I can’t be with someone like him. I don’t care how good of a guy you think he is or if he’s the leader in the church choir, he’s just not for me.” I rambled. My brain was back in charge, pushing my poor heart into the shredder.

“Dammit, Caroline!” Mac seethed through the phone. I knew she was going to be mad but it was my life, not hers. I have to think about what’s best for me and me only. “I hate to say this but you need to grow the fuck up, Caroline.” I was a little taken back by her statement. I was the most mature out of the two of us. “You need to get your head out of your ass and actually live your fucking life. You’re twenty-fucking-one years old but you’re acting as if your five and still afraid of catching cooties on the playground. Grow the fuck up, suck some dick, and live a little!”

I stayed silent, not sure if she was done yelling at me or not. “This isn’t fucking Georgia. Your mom and dad aren’t here to reprimand your every move anymore. You’re a grown ass woman who has the world at her feet. You’re a grown ass woman who not only has brains but the looks of a fucking Hollywood starlet. You’re fucking beautiful, Caroline and a very sexy rock star wants you for you. He wants you because you’re real and that’s hard to find in this town.” I picked at my nails as her words seemed into my head. “Yeah, he may not be the young, outstanding man your parents want you to be with but he may just be what you needed in your life to get you out of this slump.”

I tried my best to take Mac’s suggestions to heart but I was still holding back. My heart was pleading with my mind, trying to convince it that Mac was right on every level. Nikki probably was a nice guy but his whole world was everything I disagreed with. I guess you could blame my parents for my ways of thinking. From a young age, they drilled into my head that I needed to meet and marry a boy with good Christian values. He needed to be a hard-working guy with a good head on his shoulders. God needed to come first in his life and then of course me. Basically, he needed to be just like my father and nothing less. The only problem with that was I had met a guy like that in the past. My very first boyfriend was similar to my father. He was a church going guy and your typical country boy. He loved the Lord first and those he surrounded himself around second. The only thing was that it was all an act. He played a role on Sundays and Wednesdays. He would act one way in front of the congregation and then turn into a different person on the other five days. He was a real piece of work!

My parents wanted me to marry him but I decided to pursue my dreams instead. To say they were disappointed would be an understatement but I didn’t want to be tied down like my mother was. When I was little, I would ask my mom what her dreams were when she was my age. She would tell me how she wanted to be a librarian since she loved to read. She would tell me different stories that she had memorized, acting them out as if we were right in the pages. The way her imagination worked was incredible. The only thing was that her imagination only came out when it was just her and I. Her love if fiction and books in general never showed up when my father was involved. My mom was your typical housewife. She was my very own June Cleaver. She committed herself to her husband and child, never taking time for herself. Now that I’m an adult, it’s very sad to think of my mother in that way. She deserved so much more…

“Earth to Caroline!”

“What?” I blurted out.

Mac let out an annoyed sigh, “Just get your ass dressed and meet me at the Rainbow.” Before I could interject, Mac ended the phone call. “Fabulous.” I muttered as I hung up the phone. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was far too late to be going to the Rainbow. Not only would it take me an hour to get ready but then it would take even longer to get there. It was Saturday night and everybody in Los Angeles would be on the Strip. Mac didn’t even like the Rainbow, so didn’t understand why she wanted to go there.

I sat in the same spot for another 10 minutes before I dragged myself to the bathroom to get ready. It was hotter than blazes outside today and the heat was still there as nighttime was nearing. I decided on a simple skater dress with flowers and a pair of strappy sandals. I pulled my hair off my neck and into a high ponytail and kept my makeup light. The last thing I needed was my makeup running down my face due to the heat. I grabbed my keys and purse and made my way out the door.

“Why the fuck am I even friends with her!” I yelled out loud as I sat in LA traffic. The drive was going okay for the first 15 minutes but as I delved deeper into the city, the cars were bumper-to-bumper. People were walking in between the cars to get to the other side of the street and people were laying on their car horns as if they were playing musical horns. The heat was not helping the situation either. I looked down at my watch and saw that it was 20 till nine. I had left my apartment at 7:55! I had been in traffic for almost an hour and for what reason I have no idea. If Mac isn’t there when I arrive, I might just kill her…

She wasn’t here.

At first I thought that she could have been caught in the same traffic jam as I was but I soon realized that it was all a setup when I saw Nikki Sixx walk through the door. As soon as I saw him, I placed my menu in front of my face, trying my best to hide as I watched him try to find who he was looking for. Unfortunately for me, I was the person he was looking for. A giant smile appeared on his face when he spotted me. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I laid the menu back onto the table. “Well, well, well-“ He smiled. “I figured it would just be Mac, Tommy, and I but I’m so happy you showed up.” I looked up at him unamused.

He slowly removed his leather jacket and took the seat in front of me. “What are you doing here?” I asked. A smirk appeared across his lips as he leaned forward. “I was invited.” He whispered. I rolled my eyes again. “You keep doing that, your eyes are gonna get stuck in the back of your head.” I narrowed my eyes at him as the waitress made her way over. I watched as she spoke to Nikki first. It was clear that she was flirting with him but he wasn’t paying her any mind. “I’ll have a Jack and Coke.” He simply told her. I was a bit shocked to say the least. I think the girl was even shocked. She didn’t seem to take it too well, especially when it was my turn to tell her what I wanted. She basically rushed me throughout my order and I would be surprised if I receive what I wanted.

“She digs me.” Nikki smiled as soon as the girl walked away. “Too bad the feeling isn’t mutual.” I couldn’t help but smile slightly as I leaned back into the booth. The girl quickly made her way back and dropped off our drinks, making sure to give Nikki a look before walking away. “She’s not really my type anyway.” Nikki spoke as he mixed the liquids together.

“Why’s that?” I questioned. He smirked as he continued to stir his drink. I don’t even know why I asked, I’m sure it was something superficial.

“She’s not you.” I could have sworn my heart stopped for a second. I may have also gone deaf during those seconds. I just stared at him. Was he being serious? “What?” I chocked. My mouth was suddenly dry as well.

He looked up from his drink, his expression suddenly serious. “She’s not you.” He spoke again. “In case you haven’t noticed, I really like you. Hell, I’ve liked you the moment I saw you walk out of our show.” His voice was softer, more intimate. “You intrigue me, Caroline.

I looked down at the table, unsure of what to say or do. I never had someone tell me that I “intrigued them.” He could have any girl he wanted. I’m sure there were girls all over the Strip that would do anything to get his attention, even the waitress was trying. “Why me?” I blurted out. “Why pick me?” My brain was in overdrive. “You could be with any girl on the Sunset Strip but you’re picking me. Why? I’m a second-grade teacher who goes to bed at eight o’ clock at night and spends her weekend either doing laundry or watching The Facts of Life. I don’t listen to the music you play or like. The only time I go to parties is when Mac drags me there and I usually end up leaving five minutes after I arrive. I’m a very boring person!” I rambled. “I don’t enjoy parties or hanging out with people I don’t know. I enjoy going to the grocery store or even the library. I don’t dress sexy or even own anything considered sexy. According to Mac, I dress like I’m a 50-year-old widow. I’m not like the other girls on the Strip or California for that matter.” I was talking so fast that I was out of breath.

Nikki had a giant smile spread across his face. “Why are you smiling like that?” I asked. He leaned forward in his seat, “You’re right-“ He began. “I could have any girl on the Strip but every girl on the Strip is exactly the same. Teased out hair, tight clothes, too much makeup, and a career that involves taking their clothes off. You may think that’s what I want but I want normalcy. I want boring. I want grocery shopping, library card owning, Facts of Life watching normalcy.”

I didn’t know what to say. Was he being serious? He didn’t strike me as the type that would sit around on a Saturday night and watch sitcoms. “I’ve rendered you speechless.” He chuckled. “I don’t know whether that’s a good thing or not.” Before I could respond, the waitress came back with our food. Nikki thanked her with a smile, causing her ego to grow even more. I couldn’t help but just stare at my food. I was suddenly not hungry anymore This guy was into me, at least that’s what he was leading me to believe. “Why aren’t you eating?”

I looked up at Nikki, a piece of spaghetti hanging out of his mouth. I couldn’t help giggle at the sight. “It’s really good, you know.” He smiled. He truly was an idiot, but he was a pretty cute idiot….

“So- Does this mean you’ll go out with me again?”

I rolled my eyes, a smirk also making its way across my lips. We had just finished a nice dinner and here he was asking the “important” question as he liked to call it. “You gonna answer me?” He placed his arm beside my body, partially trapping me against the car. I looked at his arm and then to his face. “I don’t know.” I stated. “Why should I?” It looked as if his eyes were going to bulge out of his skull. I usually wasn’t the type of girl to lead a guy on. If I was into him and he was into me, then I would totally agree on a second date. There was something different when it came to Nikki. I found it funny to lead him on and keep him wondering. It was almost like a game for me and I wanted to see how long it would take to win or even lose. In all honesty, I enjoyed our dinner together. He was not only devilishly handsome but also witty and smart. He may have the rock star looks but there was so much more. I liked it and I liked him.

“Tell you what-”He began. “If you want to see me again, Motley is playing our first huge gig on Friday. It’s our first mega show as a band and I would love to see you front row.” He expressed. “Hopefully this time you stay the whole show and don’t walk out.” His signature smirk danced across his face as he stared down at me.

I gave him a small smile, “Have a good night, Nikki.”

I slowly turned toward my car door and stepped into the driver’s seat. I looked at him once more before starting the engine and making my way out of the parking lot. I couldn’t help but look back in the rear-view mirror. He was just standing there but that damn smirk was still plastered on his face.

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