#if only life would slow down for half a sec

[mayearies]

✰ TASTE

‘you taste different, my love.’ -miles g. genre: fluff + suggestive

warnings: spanish (not sure if its accurate!), suggestive themes a/n: i forgot to put this in my notes so yall almost lost this one (idc if some of thr coloring is messed up im tired) (i write a lot of bold shit when im tired)

e42 miles was waiting for you to come back for your movie night. you were taking too long so he put on some random housewives show. he wasn't eager for you to get back, nor was he bored. this drama was actually entertaining.

—you came around the corner and leaned over the side of the couch to get a good look at his lightly freckled face. he didn't turn his attention towards you, but he knew you were there. "miless."

"mmm." "can i get a kiss?"

he looked at you with half lidded eyes and a playful smirk going against your cunning smile, "what makes you think you deserve one, ma? you did keep me waitin'."

you pouted. the reason you took so long was because you were preparing your hair for the hell of the night you would be in. it can't stay lookin' good for your man if you don't care for it properly. "this bonnet saves lives, y'know. it saves your life."

"you right. it saves me from seein' yo rabid racoon lookin' ass mornin' hair." "MILES-" "jokes. all jokes, mi princesa.♡"

he pulled you in from your chin into a quick kiss. but you tasted different to him. you tasted sweeter—more sugary. he licked his lips and squinted his eyes at the sight of your lips. "hm. hold on a sec."

he enveloped you into another kiss, but this one was slow and passionate. nothing new, but it did catch you by surprise. he didn't normally go back in for seconds like this so early. but what stunned you was him slipping his tounge into your mouth. making a small noise while doing so.

he felt eager to taste you for a reason that was unknown. it's like he was curious, even though you tasted relatively the same every time he kissed you. every cavern of your mouth was felt by him. he was somewhat ignoring the little noises you made from how rough he was being. then, he bit you softly before pulling away.

"you drank my coke, didn't you?"

still dazed from what happened, you asked him to repeat what he had asked. which he did, only that it sounded more irked than before. coming to your senses, your lips pressed into a fine line as you backed away slowly to which he followed you. "see, i was thirsty and i thought you wouldn't mi-"

“ay dios mio.”

✰ he would put you over his shoulder as you were a sack of potatos while playfully scolding you in spanish to his amusement. he loved teasing you to see your reactions, it was a hobby of his.

✰ he brought you to the couch. flopping you down as he laid on your chest, bringing the blanket up on both of you. this was also one of his hobbies—snuggling with you. his favorite by far. being close to you and feeling your heartbeat gave him comfort.

he booped your nose with his finger, making your face scrunch up. "y'know what this means, right? i get more cuddle time for goin' against me, princesa."

“yes, yes, i know.” “thank you my love. ♡”

© mayeluvsu

#miles g morales #miles morales x you #miles morales blurbs #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales #miles morales x reader #e!42 miles morales #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 1610 miles morales #across the spiderverse

[starfallsturniolo]

head over heels | M.S

This is my first fic, in a hot sec, so sorry if it's ass lmaoooo. Also it's long as fuck

Warnings: Drinking, Smut (don't read/keep scrolling if you don't want to or are uncomf or are a minor PLEASE), Dom!Matt, Angsty, Praise Kink (if you squint) I think that's it lol.

Word Count: 3.7k

Something happens and I’m head over heels. I never find out until I’m head over heels.

It had hit her like a truck. A semi truck, an 18 wheeler to be exact, carrying something so extremely heavy like granite slabs, or tons of cinder blocks, or even fucking boulders. And it was something so simple as waking up in the morning. She just looked over one night and something had happened, suddenly she was head over heels.

They had gone out for dinner and went to a small gathering after, and that’s where she found herself now. In the bathroom, face flushed, blood thrumming in her ears, hands shaky. There was no way she could have feelings for Matt. No way. The world had to have completely fallen off its axis right?  

There had to be another reason why she feels the way she feels. Seeing him smirk at his brother sent butterflies a flight in her stomach. Seeing him talk to another girl and brush her arm with his hand while laughing sent her heart to the middle of her throat. The laugh that roared out of his throat at something she said made her fists clench.  No. There’s no other reason. She was truly, terrifyingly, falling for Matt Sturniolo. She looked at herself in the mirror, willing to get a hold of her mind and body. Deep breaths she thought, just get through this night and you’ll be fine. Coming out of the bathroom she was faced with Madison, a knowing half smile on her face.

“I was wondering where you got off to. You practically ran out of the room. Anything you want to tell me?” she cocked her head.

“No” I shake my head “Just got a little overwhelmed for a sec, I’m fine though” 

“Whatever you say girl. You seemed a little – put off by something. Wouldn’t have to do with the girl Matt was talking to, would it?” Her eyebrows raised slightly.

“Wha-What are you talking about?”

“Don’t think I don't see how you two look at eachother.” What. “Oh come on. You both look at each other whenever the other isn’t paying attention. You watch as the other walks out of the room with this almost longing in your eyes. You both do.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” I say as I gesture for her to move so we can exit the bathroom. 

Walking back into the living room, I grab a cup and quickly down ice cold water, feeling it cool down the fire in my veins. I could do this, I could. 

“Slow down there kid.” I hear a rumble from behind me. I turn to see blue eyes, lighter than the ones I see in my dreams. 

“Chris,” I smile, “Just water buddy, don’t worry.” I do my best not to look over to where Madison returned, where Matt is. Still talking to that girl.

“She’s annoying the shit out of him, just so you know.” My eyes widen at the statement. 

“I don’t kn-”

“Oh cut the bullshit.” He snaps at me. I swallow the lump in my throat. “You know it. I know it. Madison and Nick know it. Hell, I bet every random person knows it.” He sighs. “You both need to get balls and just say something. Literally anything. Because it’s painful to watch.”

“I’m scared,” I whisper. “I didn’t think I really knew until now. Until I saw him with that girl over there. That’s painful to watch”

“You know it’s mutual right?” He says gently.

I scoff, “You don’t have to say that. I don’t want to be pitied.”

“I’m not pitying you. Or lying. It’s mutual. I know my brother, and I’ve only seen him look at someone the way he looks at you maybe twice in his life. And it’s been a while.”

My head was spinning, my breath coming fast. I knew Chris wouldn’t lie to me but I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying. The doubt and feeling of not being good enough clouded my thoughts as I just stood staring at him. 

“You should talk to him. And talk to him soon.” He says with knowing eyes. “Nick and I have tried to get through to him on the matter but he refuses to listen, kid just makes excuses and changes the subject.” I nod at him. 

“I need time to just- I don’t know, process? This is new and weird and insane and I don’t even kno-”

“Relax. I’m not saying it has to be tonight. Take your time, but I do think this will all be alright.”

He walks away leaving me alone, but just momentarily as Madison comes back to me.

“Shots?” she smiles knowingly.

“Shots.”

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He’s still talking to the girl two hours later. And they’ve moved to the couch, his arm loosely around her shoulder and her hand on his knee. I feel sick, the burn of the alcohol starting to come up. Tears prick my eyes as I make eye contact with him. He tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows in a way to ask You good? I plaster on a smile and nod. Turning back to the counter to grab another beer. 

A hand on my shoulder snaps me out of my thoughts.

“What’s up? You look fucking miserable.” I turn to see Nick behind me, worry in his eyes.

“Just tired, thinking I may head home soon.” “Don’t go yet, come over to the couch and talk with us. Chris was just getting started on this insane story of what happened in this house last time he was here.”

“I’ll be over in a sec, just gonna run to the bathroom.”

After washing my hands, I run into a body leaving the bathroom and get slammed back into the door. 

“Christ, sorry it’s fucking packed in here.”

“You’re good.” I laugh softly looking up. Jesus, he was hot. Something about it seemed familiar. Blue eyes, floppy brown hair, tatto- fucking hell, he’s just like Matt. 

“Need another drink?” He nods to the empty beer bottle in my hand.

“Probably if I’m going to endure this for another hour or two.” I mutter. “What was that?”

“Yeah, yeah. Was just gonna grab another.”

“What a coincidence, so was I.” he smirked. Lord, he was hot. I follow him down the hallway, trying to squeeze past the bodies crammed into the few square feet we were trying to maneuver through. 

Next thing I know, we’re in the kitchen and Nick is calling my name. The blonde girl nowhere to be found.

“I told my friends I’d join them over there.” I say with a sympathetic tone. 

“Ah, gotcha.” He says with a small frown.

“You can… come if you want?”

“Yea, I’d like that.” He smiles. He walks behind me as I sit on the couch, him sitting on the arm.

“Hey, this is-” I stop in my tracks. I don’t know his fucking name. 

“Theo.” He pats my leg. I sense Matt’s eyes tracking the movement.

“Well Theo, welcome to the group.” Chris smirks. 

After 20 minutes of conversation and introductions, I find myself reaching the brink of my tolerance. One more drink and I’d probably be on my ass. Madison can obviously sense that as she hands me her cup of water with a raised brow. I nod in thanks. 

“You good?” Theo whispers in my ear.

“Perfectly fine.” I smile at him. I hear a deep breath from across me and look towards the sound. Matt. He looked furious. What the fuck?

“I think we’re going to get going.” He huffs out. Ok something was definitely wrong. Madison, Nick and Chris stand up following his lead.

“You coming?” Madison asks me. My heart stuttered. Do I go? Or do I stay, and try to fuck the feelings and thoughts running through my head away.

“No, I think I’m gonna stay a little longer.” I can see Theo smirk out of the corner of my eye. And, unfortunately, I can also see Matt’s jaw clenching, hands in fists, and his back go rigid. Chris shoots his eyes from me to Matt. Back and forth about five or so times. He definitely thought this was a bad idea. Madison’s trying to hide the proud smile forming on her face. I knew I would be getting a phone call from her as soon as we woke up in the morning. 

“Ok, well remember, we’re meeting at ours in the morning. You got the key?” Nick asks.

“I got it. I’ll see y’all tomorrow.” I nod, trying not to look Matt or Chris in the eyes.

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I woke up to a pounding headache and an arm draped over my waist. My heart dropped into my stomach. Matt? No. No, not Matt. Theo. Jesus Christ what was I doing. 

After getting back to Theo’s I had completely forgotten about my revelation earlier in the night. Well, kinda. He looked so much like him. Almost to an absurd level. He could be be their quadruplet for fucks sake. 

He was a good fuck, I had to admit, although I wasn’t surprised. I looked to my phone to see the time, 10:15. I had to get going, and fast. I slipped out of bed finding my clothes from last night, wiping the mascara from under my eyes. My hair was an absolute nest, and I sure looked thoroughly fucked. 

“Hey.” Theo mumbled into the pillow.

“Hey, I gotta get going.” I say sheepishly. See this was new for me. Not the fact that I fucked a guy hours after I met them, no that I did frequently. One time I only knew the guy for a mere 30 minutes before I went back to his place. But I never stay the night. Ever. 

“Let me drive you. And here.” He starts getting up and throws me a shirt. I bite my lip. I want to get out of here. Now.

“No, no it’s ok I can get an uber.”

“Please. Let me drive you.” God WHY did he have to be so nice. Fuck it.

“Ok.” I say slowly slipping the soft shirt over my head. 

We pull up to the triplet’s apartment after 20 minutes of staring out the window in silence, save for a dry ass sentence here and there. I felt bad, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak much. I was anxious as hell. The mixture of staying over, the hangover, him reminding me so much of Matt and knowing that was probably the reason why I fucked him, seeing Matt sober for the first time after what I realized last night. It was a lot. 

“Can I get your number?” I need to get out of this car now.

“Sure.” I type it into his phone, knowing that the chances of him getting a reply was scarce.

“Great. Maybe we can grab drinks later this week.”

“Uh, sure yeah that sounds great.” No chance at that either.

I shut the car door and take out my keys, finding the spare and unlocking the door. I take a deep breath. And then another. And another. The nausea was creeping in and it wasn’t from the obscene amount of alcohol I had consumed last night.

I slip off my shoes and pad into the living room.

“Well it’s about damn time.” Nick says loudly. 

“Nick. My fucking head. Shut up you literal idiot.” Chris groans.

“Hey it’s not my fault you came back and downed another two beers.”

“Shut. Up.” He throws a pillow to the couch.

“Well. You look…” Madison begins.

“Disheveled. New Shirt?” Nick finishes, silently laughing. 

I scoff, “Yeah thanks guys. Exactly what everyone wants to hear in the morning.”

“I was extremely surprised to not find you on the couch this morning when I went to pee.” Chris looks up at me, a small smirk on his face.

“In the five years I’ve known you, I have never woken up and not seen you on the couch after a night out. Even when you don’t initially come home with us.” Madison purses her lips trying to hide a smile. 

“Time for the morning after debrief!” Nick yells.

“Would you stop fucking screaming you big yellow beast.” Chris screams back.

“Yeah well who’s yelling now” Nick throws back.

“If I could stand up right now without falling over I would kill you Nick”

“I’d like to see you fucking try you big baby.”

“Fucking. Quit. It.” Matt says sternly. I look over to the chairs at the island in the kitchen. I hadn’t seen him when I walked in. He meets my eyes, no emotion to be seen. 

“Alright back to the debrief.” Nick throws a gatorade at me. I sit down next to Madison.

“What? You don’t want to change first.” Matt says glaring at me. Everyone goes silent, looking between the two of us. Turn my head back to Nick.

“Debrief.” I nod, ignoring Matt. I don’t know who shoved something up his ass this morning, but I was not ready to deal with him. And what the actual fuck is his problem. I’ve seen him hungover multiple times, but I’ve never seen him get an attitude like this.

After Nick, Chris and Madison talk about how they all ubered home, Nick almost vomiting out the window, not because he was drunk but because the driver was a “fucking maniac” he excused. It rounded back to me. 

I took a breath, picking at my fingernails.

“We left probably half an hour after you guys, Theo had a friend who wasn’t drinking so he dropped us at his place.”

“And? How was he?” Nick gestured for me to move forward. Usually I was really open with this stuff around them. But for some reason this morning, after the shock of last night, it felt so weird. I could sense Matt’s eyes boring into me.

“He was, uh…”

“Oh come on.” Chris sits up. “Don’t hold back. What kind of freaky shit did you get into?” My face screwed up.

“God, nothing like that. He was good, great actually. Better than the last few.” Matt shoots up out of the chair, stomps to his room and slams the door.

“What the fuck is his problem?!” I throw my hands into the air.

“I think- I think it’s time you tell him kid.” Chris shoots me a solemn look.

“I hate to agree with Chris, but I agree with Chris.” Nicks looks at me, Madison nods. I groan.

“Not yet.”

“Yes. It has to be now. Or else we’re going to have to deal with this for the foreseeable future.” Madison states.

“Fine.” I huff out and stand up. Slowly walking to his room, trying to swallow my pride and praying to the universe I don’t make an absolute fool out of myself. 

I approach his door.

“Matt?” I knock.

“What do you want?” He snaps from behind the door. I open it, staring at him on the bed looking at the ceiling.

“Did I say you could come in?”

“Ok what the fuck is your problem?”

“I don’t have a problem.”

“Obviously you do.”

“Maybe that’s you projecting. Maybe you obviously have a problem. Whoring yourself out to any guy you meet within a few hours. What number was this? 25? 30? Did you even remember his name? I bet you forgot, bet you mixed it up with one of the many other men you’ve slept with in the past few months.” He growls. My jaw drops to the floor, hot tears filling my eyes. He’s never spoken this way to me. Never spoken to anyone this way before in the years I’ve known him. Legs shaking, I start walking to the bathroom knowing I’m seconds away from tears. I try to shut the door but he wedges his body in between.

“I didn’t mean that.” Anger still present in his voice.

“Then why the hell would you say it Matt?”

“I don’t know. I don’t fucking know. All I know is that the minute I left that party I could not get you out of my head. Actually. That’s a lie. Every time you go home with some random guys I cannot get you out of my head. And it’s driving me. Fucking. Crazy. I couldn’t sleep, sick to my stomach picturing him with you. His hands on you, I-” I cut him off.

“What are you saying?”

“I don’t know. All I know is.. Fuck it.” He grabs my face in his hands and kisses me roughly, slamming the bathroom door shut with his foot.  I open my mouth to breathe but he doesn’t let me, pushing my body against the sink. I let out a moan of pain as my spine connects with the tile. I can feel his smirk against my lips. He then takes my bottom lip into his mouth and bites softly. I let out a whimper. 

“Shh. We can’t have them hearing us can we?” He whispers, then attacks my neck. He lifts me up onto the countertop. He lifts the t-shirt off my body. “Get this fucking thing off.” He growls. I go to cover my boobs as he bats my hands away. “Never. Fucking. Do that.” He says, his voice the lowest I’ve ever heard it before. He flips on the bathroom fan adding some noise to conceal the fact that we’re in here. 

He brings his mouth down to my chest, taking one nipple into his mouth then blowing a cool breath before moving to the other. Shivers run down my body. 

“Matt.” I start.

“I told you. Be Quiet.” He barks out. He starts moving lower, working me out of pants, leaving me in my underwear, smirking at the sight. He works his thumb over my underwear, and I blush knowing how I wet I am, and the fact that it’s probably visible through the fabric.

“Already?” He smirks. He pulls my underwear down, running his fingers up and down. “No one else gets to touch you ever again right?” I whimper. “I said right?”

“Yes. Yes. No one else, just you.” I whisper.

“Good girl. Use your words. Does this feel good?” He asks as he brings his mouth to my clit, softly licking. 

“Y-yes.”

“And this?” He adds a finger inside of me, groaning at how wet I already am. I moan in response.

“I said. Use your words.”

“Yes Matt. Feels so good.” He smiles as he continues, adding a second finger and pumping slowly. It’s not enough. It’s slow torture, it’s burning, it’s consuming me and I’m having trouble breathing. 

“Not enough, Matt. More. Please.” He rises up, pulls me off the counter and flips me around.

“I want you to watch me fuck you. I want you to see that no one else can make you feel this good. I want you to watch yourself come undone on my cock.” His words alone have my head spinning. He slowly enters me, bottoming out and my jaw drops.

“Fuck. So. Fucking. Tight.” He says in between thrusts. “So. Fucking. Beautiful. All. Fucking. Mine.” He pulls my hair back exposing my neck. “Isn’t that right baby?” All I can do is nod.

“I’ll let that slide since I can see I’m fucking you speechless.” He growls into my ear. I can feel myself getting close, so close to the edge. He brings his hand forward, slowly circling my clit, too slow.

“Matt. Faster please.” I plead. He picks up his pace, both his fingers and his hips. His other hand covers my mouth, sensing what’s going to happen. I hit my high, squeezing my eyes close, my mouth dropping open behind his hand, silently screaming. He grunts and I feel him dripping down my thighs. Were both panting, sweaty, and shaking. I let out a soft laugh, rubbing my hands over my face, shaking my head back and forth. 

“Wha-” I begin but he cuts me off with a kiss. 

“No. Don’t start over thinking. I’ve wanted to do that for months. Hell, years. I can’t stand the thought of you being with anyone else.”

“Last night, when you were talking to that girl. I couldn’t fucking see straight. Matt, I fucked that guy last because he looked like you. And I hated myself this morning. I didn’t even want to speak about it.” I start spilling the truth.

“I felt the same. When you left with Theo” He spits his name out. I smile softly at him. “And I swear it. I didn’t mean anything I said. I was jealous and mad and out of my mind. And I will never stop apologizing.”

“I know” I kiss his collarbone. “I know.”

“I mean it. No one else touches you.”

“No one else.” I nod, now unable to control my smile, him mirroring the same back. I go to grab toilet paper to wipe between my thighs.

“No. Leave it.” I raise an eyebrow. “It’s hot” He shrugs and I blush. “No need to get all shy on me when I fucked you stupid against the counter not even two minutes ago.” I shove him gently back, going to grab my clothes. He grabs the shirt and throws it in the trash. “Do not put that fucking thing on.” He tosses me his shirt and pajama pants, ducking into his room to grab new clothes. I stay in the bathroom as he slides back in, running his hand through my hair.

“You’re so beautiful.” He grins, “Can’t get enough. Now let’s get back out there.” He slaps my ass gently, pushing me through the door.

As soon as I’m in eyeshot of the three on the couch Madison’s eyes go wide, Nick’s jaw drops and Chris has the biggest smile on his face.

“Fucking finally!” He screams. “Holy shit, ow Chris, now you’re killing my head” Nick slaps him. The whole room erupts into laughter as Matt and I plop on the couch, his arm laying around my shoulders. And it’s then that I know, we’ve fallen head over fucking heels.

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[tan1shere]

Riding ellies face ! Cuz why not 😋

Warnings: well.. think about it, obviously smut my friendz ! Mdni. ENJOY WHORES 💋

Masterlist

♡I definitely think this woman would BEG for you to sit on her face. Like no questions asked she'd just be like one day, maybe you're doing something, like a chore and she's just mesmerized, looking at your whole body and then she blurts out. "Can you please sit on my face?" Like so casually HELLO?

♡and DUH you were doing it. Who could say no to her pretty face. Not to mention how good I just know her tongue is. I mean she's skilled in literally everything else what can't this woman do (date men) but once you agree she's most certainly picking you up and putting you over her shoulder, carrying you to the bedroom and plopping you down like you weigh nothing. She's eager alright. Eager.

♡Ellie would waste no time into getting you undressed, she'd swiftly then lay on her back ready for you to suffocate her with your thighs. And drenched cunt (I fucking need this bitch in my life are you kidding me rn) She would grip them, forcefully making you giggle at how badly she wanted this.

♡in the nicest way she'd MAKE you sit fully on her face. She'd enforce no hovering. Cuz this woman will eat you out like her life depends on it. "Please use me how you would a chair." ????? SAY NO MORE

♡once you've gotten fully comfortable and taken Ellies word that you will not hurt her you sit down completely on her face, she will close her eyes for a sec enjoying the feeling of how warm it is, how the extra weight on her face and the taste turns her on even more. She's still gripping your thighs and she thrust her tongue into your weeping hole. God she is in heaven, and you're literally the angel that's sending her there.

♡she moans into you at the taste she's indulging currently. She loves it, the feeling of being suffocated by her pretty wife. It's intoxicating to her and she could quite literally die happy as you fuck her face. She needed it all she needed to fully taste you as it runs down her throat. She wanted to make a smoothie so she could savor it forever.

♡she will most definitely move her tongue EVERYWHERE. I just know her tongue is long ok don't even doubt it. She'd go from your tight hole to your clit so smoothly, like shes a lizard. Such an expert. She'd go from an in and out motion with her tongue, to keeping it in you for a sec moving it forwards and backwards, side to side. She'd do it all.

♡she'd loveee the smell, considering her nose will be on your clit, creating more ecstasy for you. Shed have no shame into taking a big sniff. The smell, the taste, this girl's going into a frenzie.

♡don't even get me started on how she's a fucking slut for your ass too. I JUST KNOW IT. She'd squish she'd smack she'd do everything. While grunting and make the most obscene noises into your heat it'd be unbearable. That's when you'll get closer. But she does one last thing that sends you over the edge.

♡you know how she had her eyes closed at the start. They're wide open staring at you, most likely staring at your tits. But she wants eye contact. And if she doesn't get it she will slow down, she definitely doesn't want to, but you desperately need to cum so you look down at her, once she sees your eyes she will smirk against you speeding up to a pace only cheetahs can match. And oh boy that tongue is going fast. Making you see stars as you shoot that oh so yummy liquid in her mouth.

♡she'd be the sweetest sweetheart afterwards, making sure you rest, massaging your thighs from sitting up straight for her. "You were so good for me." She'd say tiredly, lids half closed with a dumb smile, she's still thinking about it. She will dream about it. She was obsessed with you.

#elliewilliams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams the last of us smut #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader

[happybird16]

Suddenly can't get the idea of Half-Snake Half Man Levi out of my mind. Call him either a lamia or a naga, but he's just enchanting. We need more half-snake hybrids, they're basically just land mermaids.

Naga!Levi whose mostly human from the waist up. Mostly. You could almost believe he is, if not for the pointed tips of his ears and the sharp slits of his pupils. His sharp, blackened claws. When he opens his mouth to speak, you catch the glint of his long and dangerous fangs and the sharp point of his forked tongue.

Naga!Levi who, from hips down, is pure SNAKE. A long black tail covered in glittering diamond shaped scales, more than four times the length of his torso. The length is coated with a mish-matched pattern of grey splotches, all the way down to the tip. It's thick, teeming with dangerous coiled muscle. The under belly is a soft, pretty grey. It matches his eyes.

Naga!Levi who is pure predatory muscle. His human half is packed with pure muscle, yet thin and lithe. Rows and rows of abs coating his firm belly, hardened shoulders and thick biceps. His tail is HEAVY. And he's BIG, though when he settles to sit upright on the curled up length of his tail, he's looking up at you by several inches.

Naga!Levi who is a predator, pure and simple. He eats meat. He hunts and stalks his prey, coiling the length of his tail around them over and over again, snapping bones and literally squeezing the life out of them. Tearing them apart with the sharp length of his claws, rending their flesh with his elongated fangs. He hisses. He glares, flicking his tongue out to taste the air.

Naga!Levi who, even though he doesn't realize it, is entrancing. Despite his size, the pure weight and muscle that he carries, he's nearly silent whenever he moves. Hips canting enticingly from side to side, you can't look away whenever he moves. It's almost like he's dancing, beckoning you to him in some sort of spell.

Naga!Levi who doesn't hibernate, though he's supposed to. Due to his half-snake nature he should. The rest of his den does, gorging themselves on meat before packing in for the winter. The cold makes him lethargic and slow. But he can't hibernate. His childhood didn't allow him to get used to the cycle, starvation and desperation keeping him awake. He sleeps, but on and off, not for the entirety of winter.

Because of this, Naga!Levi spends the winter seasons away from his friends and family. He doesn't want to worry them, doesn't want to bother them, so he finds a small cave relatively near by and makes it into his temporary den. At a loss for his usual agility and speed, he spends the colder months surviving like a human would. He can't be fast. He can't be stealthy, his form burrowing a huge trail in the snow in his wake. Hunting only small prey, rabbits for example, and fishing the way a human would. His metabolism is much slower anyways, he doesn't need nearly as much food when it's cold.

That's how you find him. Glittering black scales coated with white flakes of snow, his form collapsed and quickly disappearing beneath the weight of a snow storm. You've never seen anything like him before. Beautiful, both man and creature. He greets you with an aggressive hiss, eyes peeling open to wary slits at your approach. He's too heavy from the cold, to lethargic, but you help him to his cave. You save him, getting him warm.

Naga!Levi who, after meeting you, struggles even more with hibernation. He wants to stay up, to spend all your waking moments alert and by your side. But as it gets cold, his limbs become heavy and his eyes falling heavy lidded. You decide to cuddle up to him and keep him warm, and he's happy enough with that.

Naga!Levi who is so gentle with you, despite his nature. He's always cautious with his claws, so careful about only grazing you with his fangs. His tail can squeeze you tight, particularly during heated moments, but it's never too much. He hold you like you're precious. The coiled tail wrapped around you is securing, comforting, like a weighted blanket. Whenever you sleep, it's in his arms, the length of him wrapped tight around you.

Naga!Levi who worries about spring. He gets quieter, holding himself stiffer the closer and closer it gets. You end up having to ask him what's bothering him, prying the issue out of him like pulling teeth. He blushes so adorably, the tips of his pointed ears a burning pink, while he struggles to explain. It's mating season. He worries about it, how it'll go, with you being human. He's only ever dealt with the resulting urges by himself before.

Usually Naga!Levi prefers you to take control during intimate moments. He loves exploring your differences, his long tongue tickling the length of your thigh, sharpened fangs dragging breathtakingly across your skin. He prefers you to ride him, claws digging into the plush of your thighs and they shake and shudder beside his hips. He hisses in pleasure, the sound bleeding into a moan, music to your ears.

Naga!Levi who, come spring, suddenly becomes so needy. Every moment is spent touching you, fingers smoothing along your back as he glides by your side. Tongue flicking out to taste your scent, wetting the skin of your neck. All of him seems to be extra sensitive, the littlest touch along the soft underbelly of his tail sending him into lust. This holds even more true for the soft skin of his neck.

Naga!Levi who suddenly can't hold himself back. His tail locks so tight around you that it'd be terrifying if not for the soft kisses pressing to your collarbone. All he can do is fill you again and again, the hardened length of his cock exposed from his slit, leaking a constant stream of white seed. He can barely stop between knots to lick at your sore and swollen pussy, the forked tip both soothing you and pushing his thick seed back in. He wants you full, stuffed with his knot. Bred.

Naga!Levi who begs and whines, hissing out all of his love and affection wet and airy into your neck. He's normally quite vocal, tell you how soft you are, how good you take him, but the heat of spring loosens his lips further. He whines, he hisses, he whimpers. He needs more. More more more. More of you. He's mindless, accidentally nicking you with his claws, digging them too hard into the plush of your thighs. He soothes all the little scapes with a urgent swipe of his tongue.

Naga!Levi who wants to make you his mate. Forever. He wants to fill you up all the way, until the balloon at his base stretches you so much it aches, to sink his fangs into the soft skin of your neck and mark you as his and his alone.

#Naga!Levi #Levi ackerman #levi x reader #n.sfw #tw; hybrids #levi smut #levi x reader smut #levi / reader #tay's.drabbles

[edvinssmedvin]

Choking part 6

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Summary: Steve was hanging on by a thread, and it finally breaks. Switches between Eddies and Steve’s POV

CW: Panic attacks, Spiraling, Flashback-ish, mentions of throwing up, gagging, Just kinda sad overall

Eddie walked down to the hotel parking lot, cursing himself as he patted his pockets once more to confirm,

yup, he had forgotten his keys.

The only key he had on him was their hotel room key and all the kids were waiting in the car to go out and explore the city.

He had left Steve a note and hoped he’d be up for when they got back so they could get ready for the show.

But he was so focused on getting them out that he forgot what he needed to start the car with!

Probably a bad decision but he left Max in charge and headed back the way he came.

He had to walk back up the parking lot stairs and to the elevator.

And god he needs to work out more because walking up back up there is a feat.

AND—He had to lean on the elevator wall while he waited for it to reach his floor because he needed to take a couple of deep breaths to calm down after such an exercise. Jesus Christ.

It's a wonder he is still alive after the upside down. Granted, he did almost die but he technically made that choice himself. Keyword: Almost.

He had walked up to the hotel room door and when he had unlocked it and swung the door open, something felt off.

He brushed it off, thinking it was fine. But as he headed into the room, at the corner of his eye he noticed something in the bathroom.

He turned around, everything in slow motion as he zeroed in on Steve curled up on the ground. Like a movie, everything felt magnified. He felt aware of everything in the room, from the small drip in the bathroom faucet to the loud buzzing of the fan in the next room.

Eddie stood in the doorway of the bathroom, frozen. When he walked into the all-too-quiet room, Eddie figured that Steve was asleep. But guilt worked its way up Eddie's throat. He had been so focused on getting things his way and being petty, he didn't notice Steve struggling until he was on the floor with shaking sobs.

At this point, he knew apologies wouldn't do much but he couldn't help the words spilling out of his mouth. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Eddie whispered to Steve as he ran into the bathroom. He crouched next to him, his hands still hovering, unknowing of what to do.

Eddie shielded his view from everything but himself. He opened his mouth to say something, anything to convince him it'll be okay but closed it back up, for once in his life he had no words.

He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting to find when looked in the bathroom but finding Steve in the middle of a panic attack was definitely not it. Steve looked terrified, his face still hidden in his knees and shaking with sobs.

He put his hand on Steve’s shoulder and he looked up for a quick sec but his sobs only came out more frantic so Eddie quickly moved his hand away.

Eddie cursed, mentally facepalming himself for not inviting Robin, Steve's other half. Someone who actually knew what to do.

“Steve?” Eddie said carefully, trying to get a reaction and mostly not sure of what to do. “Steve, please look at me.” He said again, trying to sound stern but coming out desperate.

Steve didn't indicate to Eddie that he heard him and so Eddie got down from his crouched position on the floor like a frog and knelt on his knees, knowing they'd probably fall asleep for sitting too long with how slow this was going so far.

Steve could hear Eddie trying to talk to him but he didn't have the energy to answer, every movement felt like more bricks laid on top of him. “Steve, please look at me.” He heard Eddie almost pleading, trying to get his attention but he felt safer in the position he was in. He knew he was hyperventilating but he wondered if he did ever calm down, how would the other shoe drop?

So he stayed silent, hoping his boyfriend would leave so he wouldn't have to deal with the embarrassment that is his emotions.

His heart was pounding in his chest. The last thing he needed was for Eddie to see how broken he is, to deem that he was bullshit.

His facade was already cracking and soon everyone will see how much of a liar he was, a manipulator.

He pretended to be happy for others but tricked Eddie into being happy with him when he was far from it. “Steve, I need you to look at me,” Eddie pleaded once more but Steve doesn’t dare to look up to him. Doesn’t dare to show himself.

“everything’s okay!” Eddie tried to explain and though he didn’t raise his voice or yell but it was said with just enough force to scare him.

Steve tried to hold back but he flinched at the assertive voice, his breaths more uneven than the last.

Black spots once again seeped into the already limited vision he had where his forehead rested on his knees, tears smearing everywhere on his fancy pj pants.

But Steve didn’t look up just yet. He knew he was on the fast track to passing out but he was taking a chance. He reasoned that if he did pass out at least he didn't have to confront what was going on, and ultimately didn't have to talk about what was happening.

He felt a hand on his knee and it sent him jumping, flinching so hard as if he had been hit. He waited for the pain to follow, he assumed Eddie was going to hurt him but no punches were thrown.

That confused him, the light touch not expected. His body prepared for pain.

The difference between reality and his memories were hard to find. Everything all at once was flowing through his mind, he thought he had calmed down a bit but when Eddie had touched him, it had worked him back up. Forcing more tears out of the surface.

The past and present synced together and he could no longer remember where he was, The byers? Starcourt? The upside down? Steve didn't know but he felt stuck, utterly useless to the damage that could be done.

He knew Eddie was in front of him, still trying to get his attention. It was like his ears were filled with cotton, blood rushing through his them and his heart pounding.

The world was still tilting around him, if he had dared to get out of the safety bubble he was in he’d most likely going throw up.

But he took his chances, he looked up from where his head was resting, to see Eddie staring back at him.

As expected, the adrenaline rush making him gag, he quickly snapped his mouth shut, grinding his teeth against each other and tensing to prevent himself from becoming sick.

Embarrassed, there was a tense silence where Steve couldn’t hear anything but himself and his sobs slowing down at a record-timing snail's pace.

Steve was dying to know what would happen, what Eddie would say but he also didn’t want to find out in case he didn’t like the answer.

Steve thought to himself. He’s going to break up with me. He hoped he was just working himself up and that Eddie wouldn’t.

But he could, and nothing is stopping him. Steve realized.

He ignored his thoughts and watched as Eddie moved first, through tears and snot he could see him move his other hand that was not on his knee out to him, Eddie slowly took his hand and held Steves, moving it to his chest.

Steve's head felt full of cotton, disgusting. His nose was stuffy and his eyes were almost sore, red, and hot from tears, some still falling. He shook his head “I’m sorry,” His muffled voice was strained, hurting. It felt like he was choking on nothing but air as he repeated once more to Eddie– “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“For what?” Eddie asked and Steve honestly didn’t know. he just squinted instead of answering, his eyes still burning but curious to see what he was doing.

Eddie kept his hand on his chest and Steve didn't even realize he was unconsciously following the others' breath until just now, the rise and fall of his chest slowing down as did his sobbing.

“Steve, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

With Eddie looking at him with such sorrow in his eye he couldn’t help but try and reach out, “please-” just like a switch he cut himself off, crying heavily again, his shoulders wracked with more sobs. The tears nonstop on and off again.

Eddie looked at him in concern. He kept his hand on Steve's knee and the other on his chest.

Looking to the ceiling, Eddie cursed whatever higher power gave him such bad luck. Eddie didn't want to rush Steve, but he doesn't see any stopping point in the near future and he needs to get the kids back upstairs, he was supposed to be watching them. He’d most likely be dead if he didn’t get the kids home in one piece, either by the parents or Steve.

Trying to choose his battle, he reasoned that he could grab the kids and make it back to Steve fast if he ran, thinking it’s probably not a good choice to leave Steve by himself but he can’t leave the kids either.

Eddie assumes their worried and hopes they don’t get themselves in to much trouble.

“Steve, you don't have to answer but I'll be right back.”—Steve nods weakly and that just breaks Eddie’s heart more—“I promise.”

Eddie sat up, unsteady, almost as graceful as a baby deer. Just like he assumed, his legs fell asleep from the position he was in.

Slowly but surely he got blood rushing back to his legs where the circulation was cut off and when he did, even after complaining about exercising, he ran faster then ever before.

Steve felt defeated, as he watched Eddie run out of the room.

Every part of the walls he built up came crashing down. A simple note somehow left him oh so very empty.

Everything that made him ‘Steve’ was gone. He no longer had the energy to act.

The perfectly created mask everyone loved was gone and Eddie would most likely leave too, after what he just witnessed he’s probably not coming back.

Part of him doesn’t want him to come back, knowing if he does, they'll have to talk about what was happening and that fucking terrifies him.

He was never taught to speak his emotions, his parents more of a ‘be seen not heard’ kinda people. And one thing he learned from hushed whispers behind cracked doors from them is:

Never let them know what you feel.

He knows they’ll turn on him if they figure out how weak he really is. Any feelings he voices will be mocked, a thing to make people laugh. A horrible punchline.

Authors note: sorry for the delay!! I hope I didn’t disappoint, I’ve been editing this for like the past hour and I’m still not so sure how I feel about it so if u have any comments, edits or suggestions feel free to let me know!

#autistic steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #author is dyslexic #established steddie #modern au #semiverbal steve harrington #steve x eddie #hurt/comfort #they need ✨communication✨ #max mayfield #mental illness #robin buckley #hurt Steve Harrington

[genderdotcom]

see the day

(888 words) the dark urge and karlach chat about birthdays. pre-relationship, early act 1

“You know what, I never even asked what date it is.” Karlach leans back against the damp log, sizzling slightly. “I mean, I know it’s been ten years- time doesn’t flow that differently down there- and I can see that it’s summer. But- other than that?”

Japhet looks up at the sky in silence for a long moment. Crickets chirp and frogs burble on the river’s shores. 

“I don’t know either. Part and parcel of the amnesia, I suppose. Why do you want to know?” It’s the amnesia that makes them curious, they think- but it also obscures the truth of their thought; I don’t think I’ve asked as many questions in my life as I have in the last two tendays. I must not have cared. Or there was nothing new happening.

“I dunno. Wanted to know if I’d missed another birthday, I guess. It’s in summer.” She laughs as she says it, but her smile is more of a wince than anything. 

Another lapse of conversation, this one lasting long, silent minutes. There’s nothing more for them to do tonight- dinner has been cleaned up, the tents have been set, and the sun’s slow descent gives them plenty of time to recuperate. But something niggles at their mind.

Birthdays… 

Their brow furrows.

“I don’t know how old I am.”

Karlach pries open one eye from where she’s sprawled, giving them a slow blink.

“Ah- I’m sorry. I just realised that in my amnesia, the memory of my age has completely disappeared.”

“Sorry, what? Think I dozed off there.”

“Huh.” She levers herself back up to a sitting position, leaning towards their face with a squint. “Okay, let me have a look.” 

Her golden eyes rove across their face, bending this way and that to take it in from all angles. This close, they can feel the puffs of heated air from her shoulder vents, the slow exhalation of her breath. They see how her eyes flick to their lips; they lick them almost unconsciously- her vents flare. A burst of heat flowing over their skin, strong enough that they blink back tears.

“Absolutely no idea. Sorry, mate, but you could be twenty or sixty and I wouldn’t know the difference.” She snorts. “I mean, I’m twenty-seven- or thereabouts- but I don’t really have an intuition for elves and such. Half-elves. D’you remember your birthday, at least?”

“Shit! Sorry.” She scoots back from them, an embarrassed grin blooming across her face. “Guess I’ve finished my professional examination.”

“And? What verdict have you arrived to?” With the new distance placed between them, the evening chill creeps in. A sense of loss. 

Birthdays. That’s the thought that had brought them to this- but even the concept feels foreign. What would they do with a birthday? What does anyone do with a birthday? Birth just brings forth thoughts of the gnolls they'd fought only yesterday, spawning from distended hyenas in a beautiful- gory- explosion. Perhaps it’s more like that. A more fitting beginning for the creature they are than any sort of celebration.

“I… am not sure I have ever had one.”

“Oh.” She looks terribly sorry for them, all of a sudden. “That might just be the amnesia, but- that’s really sad, Japhet. No… cakes or anything? Gifts? Well, I never got much of those either, but- celebrations? A candle to blow out?”

Gifts just put them in mind of- something. Luxurious black wool grown heavy with blood, keeping its warmth close, an endless embrace- and a headache that robs them of any more detail.

They shake their head.

“We should ask Gale about the date. Perhaps there’s time for us to celebrate your birthday, still.” The thought ill fits their mind, but they continue on. “You can show me what it’s like.”

Karlach smiles- small, at first, then breaking into a grin as a thought seems to occur to her. 

“Wait- I’ll do you one better. Stay here for a sec.”

She stands up in one explosive motion, leaping over the log she’d been lying on and bounding over to Gale. 

They watch on in slight confusion as the two exchange a few words. Karlach gestures grandly, flames flaring yet again- and Gale matches her enthusiasm. Finally, she returns.

“Well, I’ve missed my birthday by ‘bout a month- but we can still celebrate yours. It’s the fifteenth of Flamerule right now- let’s just say your birthday’s on the twenty-second. Sound good?”

They blink slowly.

“Why?”

“Why not?” She counters. “I mean, you can pick another date, but this way we get to celebrate it. Unless we go squiddy before then, at least.” She’s getting antsy the longer they look up at her. Shifting from foot to foot. Even if they’ve never had a birthday- they’ll try it for her.

They’d only met her a scant few days ago. She only saw them this way, as a friend, as someone she should get close to, because she’d arrived too late to see Alfira’s ruined corpse. They’d packed up camp, and by the time they’d returned to the Chionthar’s shores rain had washed the blood-drawn circle clean away. She didn’t know the depths of horror they’d sunk to without even a conscious thought.

“Thank you, Karlach. I appreciate it.”

She grins and flares so bright it reflects off the water for a moment.

“Aces.”

#hello world #TRYING SM NEW OUT.... just posting short fics straight onto here #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #karlach #dark urge #japhet #my writing

[cloudninetonine]

I heard miniature soulmate and I'm in 10 toes down so now listen to me ramble and weep.

You guys already talked about Legend so I'm throwing him into the void.

Imagine a miniature Wild trying to cook your favorite foods but he's too tiny to use the cooking pot so he has to sit on your shoulders (or wrapped in a sling like they do for newborns) (he could just sit on the side but he wants to be touching you🥺 at all times s/o this is a bonding moment 🥺. How would Wild's work? Because they said before 18 but wild was like 17-18 in stasis for 100 years before botw. I assume you would of had to go the first 18 years without one until this fucker wakes up. Imagine going your entire teenage years seeing everyone around you with their mini soulmates, thinking that you're broken or just not meant to find love (or that your one true partner died before you even got to meet them, which isn't too far off tbh). Imagine your elation when this mini mf popped up one day and just attached itself to the side of your face only to freak out when you started crying.

Imagine with four your soulmate just, splits into four different people with four very different personalities (though, you would probably also get shadow bc, y'know, link). Imagine having to literally separate Shadow from the other four links because they just kept fighting. You start trying to spend time with shadow bc you feel bad that he's all alone (he is literally the equivalent to a feral kitten, hisses and bites but after two days mf is like 'if you put me down I will climb you like a tree to get what I want affection'), but that seems to make the other four angrier, so you are literally dividing a custody plan of yourself between your soulmates. (Spoiler for FSA) After the whole 'Vio betrays the other 3 and 'kills' Green', you finish spending designated time with Shadow and Vio, only to open the door to leave and see 3 absolutely pathetic looking Meow Meows like 🥺🥺🥺. Even though you split the 5 into two groups, you still have to split up fights between blue, green, and red. Stopping Blue from pummeling red, comforting red after Blue said something mean, stopping arguments between green and blue. Until Four (the actual four) figures himself out it's like being a single mom except you're __ and childless (and not a women if you're not). It would almost be too much if it wasn't for the rings and flowers they give you whenever they can find it, and 5 of your soulmates comforting you whenever you get too upset (it's the only time they get along until they make up). They absolutely try to see if you have a favorite color, don't answer that color will get bullied and the other colors will sulk.

Imagine you finally get your soulmate, and the motherfucker is asleep 25/8. You're half tempted to shake him awake but he just looks so cute when he's sleeping 🥰 stop drooling on my shoulder I'll squash you like a grape🥰. Life with mini sky is him trying desperately to get you to slow down and take a breather, look he's picked you berries, why don't you two go on a picnic together? It can be at the park or even in a pillow fort in your living room? As long as he can spend it with you he's happy💛 (jokes on you he falls asleep 5 sec after his head touched the pillow/grass. Y'know how I said you could carry mini Wild in the Sling, you're going to need the sling with Sky. Its not that he wants to sleep all the time, it's just that he's so tired, and you're so comfortable and make him feel so safe🥺 how could he not fall asleep against the love of his life. When he's not asleep though, you can occasionally see him trying to serenade you with his harp, be it songs he already knows or his own song he made about you.

Time and Twilight are relatively similar in the way that they show love by fixing things/helping. They're small so they can do much but if you've got a crack or a leak they'll fix it for you, how did they fix it, don't ask they won't tell you (esp if the leak was on the roof).

Time is special because his affection is.. minimal, sure he'll give you a kiss, but he's much more content watching you, making sure that you're comfortable but also giving you (and him) space. You can approach him for affection, and 9/10 he'll reciprocate, but he has to be in a particular mood for it. If he's feeling cheeky though, he'll surprise you with a kiss, before running away to a small area where you can reach and laugh before doing it again. Tiny time looks relatively similar to normal time, but I can't help but feel when you first meet Time, there's a pause because like damn, you are way more attractive then you let on and I'm kinda intimidated by it (you get a chuckle at that).

I wonder if when you and your soulmate meet up and you beging dating, do your minis begin dating as well (that would be really cute). Do they continue to live with you, because although they (and you) did find your other halves, they are your other half, and they spent years with you and they aren't just gonna throw it away. Or do they move out and start a new life with their new s/o, maybe in the forest with all the other minis/creatures. Maybe it's a mix between the two and they live in your front yard and you two talk over morning coffee/tea.

So if the minis are your other half, does this mean that technically, there are mini!minish! Four and mini! Wolfie, because holy shit I would cry😭, mini!bunny legend, who lets you pick him up and pet him because he loves you and fully trusts you to not hurt him so he just chills there and maybe falls asleep😤 gud shit.

Last spurt of ideas because they aren't long enough to be in a paragraph.

Getting into fights with Legend and using his mini to make him jealous

S/o: I'm cuddling my first and only true love because my apparent soulmate, hurt my feelings beyond repair. It's okay though, because you are the only person I would ever need 🥰

Mini! Legend in players arms, just happy to be held: 🥺☺️☺️🥰🥰

Actual Legend, standing 6 feet away: are you actually fucking serious right now.

Mini! s/o, ignored: 🥲

Realistically thought, mini!s/o would be right square on his fucking lap because he'll be damned if another thing he cared about slipped out of his hands

Warriors wouldn't necessarily want to be seen with you out in public. It's not that he doesn't love you, he does, with all of his tiny heart. But although mini! Warriors would not have met Cia, Warriors did and he strongly doesn't want his soulmate in danger (via Cia or enemy soldiers/spies) because of their affiliation with him, and this unfortunately carries over to mini. Mini!Warriors is very much a charmer though, so you can't let it get you too down.

Living with mini!Hyrule is like having a 2nd shadow, if said shadow was not already on your shoulder. They want to make sure that you are okay 24/7 and will immediately try to solve any issue you may have, outside of their ability or not. No problem is too big for them (yes it is) and anything can be defeated with the power of love (don't think that he'll ask you to help, he won't even if he needs it), he loves you so much that his love for you essentially fuels his entire being. If by chance you manage to get hurt (which is very slim may I repeat that he is always with you), you have about 0.5 seconds before a very panicked Hyrule flies towards your wound (no matter how minor) and heals it with his life spell before scolding you for not being more careful. Y'know how I said he was always with you, y'know those cats that meow at the bathroom door whenever their owners take a shower, that's Hyrule, except he's not crying, he's quietly making sure that you don't slip or something (or have another breakdown if you're prone to those in bathrooms). He can be bribed with sugar, but if you do it too much it doesn't work.

That's it that's the post 📦

AHEJWJDJWJEDJ NO BECAUSE THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE ME HEARTS GOONG PITTER PATTER PITTER PATTER

#cloud answers #Anon asks

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Bsjdhdi oh my god Eddie being like "FUCK IT" and grounding Roxy in Meteors for the first time. She just pauses, mid-crime committing, turns to look at him and just says "I'm what?"

He just said it. He didn't think too far into it at the time but once she's been arguing with him on what the fuck he's talking about for a bit, (he can't ground her! How dare he!) and she's eventually sent back to her room to cool off, he realises how fucking hard it's gonna be to actually ground her. She's had nothing her entire life! How do you meaningfully use taking something away on a (kind of) kid when said kid is only just starting to get used to having something to take away? He doesn't wanna impose any kind of old restrictions that she's still learning she doesn't have anymore! He wants her to feel like she does have freedoms, that she does deserve them and that nobody is going to take them away ever again! And taking them away again so soon, even if just temporarily, wouldn't exactly help!

Like!!! He can't just stop her from going out on the grass by the tower block to play with Cassie!!! She's lived most of her life never knowing what grass looks like or what the sunshine feels like!!! It'd be cruel to deny her of that again, even for just a day!!!! He can't take away any of the toy cars she's been excitedly digging through cereal boxes for either, cause she's only just grasped the idea that something other than her keytar can belong to her (nevermind does) and that she doesn't have to give her stuff away to nearby kids!!! Limiting her video games??? She's lived her life lacking the dexterity and strength control to play any of the arcade games she's been surrounded by constantly!!! He can't do that to her again!!!

What's left?? Deny her of her favourite cookies when Fazbear denied her adequate food and time to actually eat it during her short time in their custody as a biological being??? Stop her from going to the Plex that she's pretty much one hundred percent emotionally reliant on going to pretty much every single day??? Don't give her the pocket money she's only just learned she can use to get things she wants??? That she earns herself on the paper round she and Cassie share???

How is he supposed to follow through with this and actually ground her now that he's said he's going to? He can't bare to give her a repeat of what she's already had when she's supposed to be safe from all of that!! But if he goes back on it, he's just telling her she can get away with everything and never face the consequences of her actions. Sometimes she just wants to be a troublemaker and he feels it's good progress that she feels she has that choice, but it's his job as her guardian to somehow teach her about consequences to being a little shit and a half, he can't just let her get away with it! Especially when Cassie doesn't! It wouldn't be fair!

Eddie sat at the table agonising over what to do for ages, eventually coming up with a possible solution. The next morning, when Roxy is about to rush off to the Plex like always, she stops in the hallway. Eddie's just sat there, on a chair, against the front door, reading the paper like this is perfectly normal. She stares at him for a sec and then asks what he's doing. He explains that he promised a while ago that he wouldn't mess her around and that he'd always keep his word, which unfortunately for her, means he wasn't joking when he said she's grounded.

"What do you mean I'm grounded?! Are you just gonna sit here all day?!" Haha of course he's not gonna do that! He promised he would never stand in the way of her going home to the Plex! It would be wrong of him to do so and he can accept that! But she is still grounded...

So he's just gonna sit here for an hour and slow her down instead. If she can get through the door? Well, she earned it so good job! But otherwise? She's gonna have to wait.

Listen, she is not fucking happy. How dare he!! She'll just make him move!! He didn't say she couldn't do that so it's fair game!!

This does NOT go to plan. Eddie planned for this. His chair has been weighted with every heavy item he could cram into the bottom of it. He's hidden the key to the door in his pocket so even if she does move him on the weighted chair, she'll still have to get the key off him, which he knows she's more than capable of doing, but also knows she wouldn't think he'd have it for a good ten minutes at least. And the deadbolt at the top of the door is locked and she can't reach it unless she gets something else to stand on.

Roxy tries every trick in the book but there's fucking tungsten cubes in this chair man, she's strong as hell but that chair's not budging. How did he even move this here?! She's so frustrated with it, she's tried pushing it, pulling it, biting it, tying rope to it and pulling on that with her teeth like tug of war, getting Cassie to help, scratching at it, getting in the tiny gap between it and the door, and finally, whining with the sad puppy dog eyes as she sadly nuzzles him and tries her damn hardest to look like she's going to cry. He doesn't budge. At all.

He and Cassie are kind of enjoying this ngl. Cassie had originally been annoyed at this plan because, well, she would have had something confiscated or not been allowed out to play with Roxy later. It didn't seem fair that Roxy wouldn't get the same punishment, but nah she gets it's now. Roxy's too impatient for this not to work lmao

She's so frustrated and annoyed with it, complaining about how unfair it is while Eddie just sits there, cool as anything, and patiently explains again that it's just until the hour long timer runs out. Literally as he's automatically started reassuring her that he's not preventing her from going anywhere, just slowing her down, she suddenly yells really loudly, then shouts to Cassie at the other end of the hall that her dad sucks, dramatically falling backwards on the floor to sit there and sulk about it.

She's got a whole week of this ahead of her and she's so fucking mad about it. She's taken to just seeing how much of her annoying the shit out of him can he take before he caves and gives up. She started small by flicking elastic bands at him, hitting him with a pillow and throwing a few eggs at him. By the end of the week with him still not budging on this, she threw a bucket of paint on him, then the bucket at him in sheer frustration. This is after her master ice water plan failed along with several contraptions she came up with to move the damn chair. She's taken this as a challenge and she's throwing everything at him, but he's just not fucking budging!!

She has until the end of the hour on the last day to successfully move him and she tries everything, right up to the very last second. The timer goes off. The grounding is over. She screams in frustration, she's genuinely devastated she's lost this battle. She can't stand it! She's free to go again, and just like every other day of this, she rockets away to the Plex again to take her anger out on random shit over there.

When she's cooled down and she's back at the flat several hours later, they have to have a long chat about it. She ends up with one more day of this because of the absurd lengths she was going to all week, so she spends half of it sulking in her room and the other half whining all sad and mopey Eddie won't let her out just a little bit early, come ooonnn Eddiiieeee it's just twenty minutes it's basically nothing, pleeeaaassseee let her out now please please please she'll never dunk him in ice water ever again she pinky promises so pleeeaaasssseeee-

This man is like steel. Never in all her life has she known someone so unwilling to cave to her. Fazbear Entertainment were awful, but she knew she could make them cave if she didn't let them break her. This guy though? Not even wasting any energy trying to break her. He's just fucking sat there. He's not hurting her, he's not taking anything away from her, he's not threatening to scrap her, he's just sitting there. She can do whatever she wants, she just has to wait sixty minutes first. Not even a day, it's just one singular hour, that she could easily fill with something else if she so chose too, but she's too fucking committed now. And that was the god damn plan.

The consequences of being an asshole are that she's now actively choosing to throw an hour away on this every single day for no reason. Her efforts even mean she ends up adding to that hour in clean up. She's caught by her own hubris. By her own stubbornness. The sunk cost fallacy has claimed another victim. She's gonna win eventually, it's just a matter of when.

#meteors au #meteors roxy #meteors cassie #meteors eddie #he's so mean and cruel and unjust and she's so nice #so cruel!!! so unjust!!! how could he do this to her!!! </3!!! #he's a fucking saint though oh my god he KNEW she'd take it as a challenge and would do all sorts of shit #and he did it anyway!!! and god damn did she not disappoint!!! #he's genuinely ASTOUNDED by some of the shit she pulls to get him out of her way!!! #she's getting her ideas from the construction equipment at the plex and it's FASCINATING to watch her improvise a fucking crane #it probably would have worked too if she'd have known what she was doing!!! #there's no saving him once he starts teaching her robotics and she has a better understanding of automatons #the tungsten can only save him for so long. after that? he's on his own lmao #by then she's probably more content to just ya know... do something else for an hour though #like even if she succeeds in moving him she's gonna be more interested in the fact she fucking did it then the fact shr can leave early now #'wait... wheres the key??' and then she has ti he reminded when her hour is up because she was too busy looking for it #but ya know by that point it's probably not really effective a deterrent to little shit behaviour dndjid #how long until hes just turning the flat into an escape room to ground her and the only actual deterrent now is the fact- #she can't always be bothered to play the game anymore #but ugh fine whatever she'll play... she's gonna complain about it the whole time though

[purelydreamy]

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

summary:

- sometimes life if unfair and it sucks when you feel yucky and exhausted. the winter weather caused y/n to get sick ,but maybe that wasn’t such as bad thing.

genre:

- worried bf x sick fem!reader

notes:

- this is a camilo madrigal x fem!reader.

warning/s:

- there isn’t any warnings just fluff

word count:

- five hundred eight

a/n:

- this was my first time writing so I really hope everyone enjoyed it! also, this too was super cute to write!! tysm for requesting anon<3 also, this is one of my first ‘writing’. enjoy!

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the temperature this week had unexpectedly dropped. to be clear, it was cold. the winter season was finally setting in, which meant that the nights would now be freezing cold. the air became dense and it felt more acute by the lessening vibrance of winter. most days the sun would be found hidden behind grey gloomy clouds, threatening to burst with rain any moment. it felt like everything slowed down and became quiet. mostly because half of the town becomes sick during this time.

it was one of those chilly quiet days. where everyone stayed inside to hide from the rain. y/n was layered up, listening to every sound her surroundings made, laying in a fetal position, facing away from the door, wearing a matching set of a long sleeve shirt and pajama bottoms, along with the softest fuzzy socks. y/n was desperately trying to get some sleep but was unable to due to being sick. hearing the bedroom door creep open startled y/n, making a shiver run down her spine as she l curled into a ball hugging herself, hoping to find some sort of comfort. even though she was under a thick blanket, it didn't seem to be helping much, the cold somehow managing to seep through the fabric, making her tremble.

“mí amor?” a soft voice spoke.

y/n slowly crept out of the covers hearing the sweet voice of her boyfriend camilo. y/n smiled at the sight of her boyfriend. he was slowly walking towards the girl in the same matching pajama set, holding a small serving tray with a bunch of goodies in it. camilo carefully placed the tray of goodies on his dresser and sat on the edge of the bed.

“are you feeling any better?” camilo said as he carefully placed his hand on top of y/n head.

y/n sighed and cupped camilo’s face, “no, not really”

camilo gently removed y/n’s hands from his face placing them on his lap. “I-I brought tea and some cookies! my tía said it’d help but you don’t have to-“ y/n was quick to cut the curly-headed boy off.

“I really appreciate what you did for me , but I’m to exhausted to do much of anything right now cariño,” y/n hesitated for a second before speaking again. “would you please lay with me.”

camilo looked down flustered over the request. he took y/n’s hand and kissed the back of it. “yeah, just give me a sec.”

y/n was surprised when camilo walked away. she was only to hear his feet shuffle as he went towards the other end of the room to shut his bedroom door. feeling the bed dip again y/n quickly lifts up the blankets welcoming him in. camilo immediately suggles into y/n’s neck keeping quiet as he pulls y/n into him entangling their limbs, the familiar comfort and warmth radiating all over their bodies. camilo gently squeezes the sick girl, making hardly any gaps between the two.

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#purelydaisy #my beloved #my beloved camilo #being sick is not fun #sicknario #sick #sickfic #enchanto #madrigal #y/n #romantic #cuddling #cuddles #cold #winter weather #winter #puppylove #my love #love in the air #teenagers #new writer #december #camilo madrigal x reader

[bltngames]

Browsing demos on Switch, and finding a Half-Life 1 mod remaster?

So I don't know how many of you remember this, but way back in the day, there was this mod called Vampire Slayer, for Half-Life 1. Browsing the demos on the Switch right now, I hit upon a game called "Vampire Slayer: Resurrection" and for a moment I'm obviously like, "No way that's the same game, right?"

As it turns out: Yes! It is! What???

I only ever played this for one night like fifteen years ago, but it left enough of an impression that I can still remember it by name and occasionally think about it. Vampire Slayer was, or I guess is, a team deathmatch mod where one team is the vampires and the other team is the slayers.

It's been forever, but to my memory, the vampires are just vampires. I think they function as a unified team. They're faster and significantly more agile than the slayers, almost being able to fly for how high they can jump and how fast they can run. The rub: they're melee only. Vampires can only attack by slashing with claws (and biting -- more on that in a sec).

Slayers on the other hand were a little more class-based -- I think you could choose from a four or five different loadouts, and they were mostly about ranged weapons. I remember there specifically being a priest, possibly with a sawed off shotgun and some kind of rosary attack? I remember somebody with a crossbow that launched wooden stakes, too.

The catch, of course, is that vampires can't really die. When a vampire loses all their HP, they appear to fall to the floor, dead. Then, a few seconds later, they... get back up again, just like in the movies. Unless -- and this is the important part -- a slayer can run in and stake the "dead" vampire before they get back up. That kills them for real.

As you can imagine, the character with the crossbow on the slayer side of things was a big deal, because they were the only slayer that more or less auto-staked a vampire instead of just knocking them down. But I also want to say that, much like headshots are important in other shooters, vampires must be staked in the heart in order to kill them, and nowhere else. This lead to interesting scenarios where panicked slayers rushed a downed vampire, missed the heart, and were torn to shreds for botching the stake.

This sounds like the game is balanced very heavily in favor of vampires, and to some degree, it is. I think ideally the balance tried to shake out that vampires were glass cannons and slayers were slow and tanky. I want to say vampires had a low HP cap, something like 75hp, and they didn't wear armor, whereas slayers could armor up like it was Counter-Strike. I also think slayers either had a healing class, healing items, or could find heals out in the map (or all three) whereas vampires could feed to regain health -- the rub being that vampires needed corpses to feed on.

I think a freshly-fed vampire would even get a temporary buff to speed or health, to top it all off. So there was incentive to lure slayers in to a trap where the team could safely feed and then launch a counter offensive once they were all juiced.

Mechanically, you can probably see why it stuck with me after all these years. It's a hell of an interesting idea for a multiplayer game.

I just wonder how much demand there is for it in 2023. I guess I should download that demo.

Honestly, I miss the days of Half-Life mods like this. Vampire Slayer, Zombie Panic, Science & Industry, Pirates Vikings & Knights, The Specialists, The Hidden, Zombie Master... we've lost a lot not having these weird, experimental ideas anymore, even if they weren't enough to support player bases forever. They were often cool as hell in the moment.

Godspeed, Vampire Slayer Resurrection.

Slayers on the other hand were a little more class-based -- I think you could choose from a four or five different loadouts, and they were mostly about ranged weapons. I remember there specifically being a priest, possibly with a sawed off shotgun and some kind of rosary attack? I remember somebody with a crossbow that launched wooden stakes, too.

The catch, of course, is that vampires can't really die. When a vampire loses all their HP, they appear to fall to the floor, dead. Then, a few seconds later, they… get back up again, just like in the movies. Unless -- and this is the important part -- a slayer can run in and stake the "dead" vampire before they get back up. That kills them for real.

As you can imagine, the character with the crossbow on the slayer side of things was a big deal, because they were the only slayer that more or less auto-staked a vampire instead of just knocking them down. But I also want to say that, much like headshots are important in other shooters, vampires must be staked in the heart in order to kill them, and nowhere else. This lead to interesting scenarios where panicked slayers rushed a downed vampire, missed the heart, and were torn to shreds for botching the stake.

This sounds like the game is balanced very heavily in favor of vampires, and to some degree, it is. I think ideally the balance tried to shake out that vampires were glass cannons and slayers were slow and tanky. I want to say vampires had a low HP cap, something like 75hp, and they didn't wear armor, whereas slayers could armor up like it was Counter-Strike. I also think slayers either had a healing class, healing items, or could find heals out in the map (or all three) whereas vampires could feed to regain health -- the rub being that vampires needed corpses to feed on.

I think a freshly-fed vampire would even get a temporary buff to speed or health, to top it all off. So there was incentive to lure slayers in to a trap where the team could safely feed and then launch a counter offensive once they were all juiced.

Mechanically, you can probably see why it stuck with me after all these years. It's a hell of an interesting idea for a multiplayer game.

I just wonder how much demand there is for it in 2023. I guess I should download that demo.

Honestly, I miss the days of Half-Life mods like this. Vampire Slayer, Zombie Panic, Science & Industry, Pirates Vikings & Knights, The Specialists, The Hidden, Zombie Master… we've lost a lot not having these weird, experimental ideas anymore, even if they weren't enough to support player bases forever. They were often cool as hell in the moment.

Godspeed, Vampire Slayer: The Resurrection. Or, uh, whatever it is vampires prefer for good luck.

#vampires #vampire slayer #resurrection #remake #remaster #half-life #modding #switch #indie games #demo #writing #Youtube

[racingliners]

Life In The Fast Lane Chapter 10 - 2023 Race 6: Monaco

Rating: Teen & Up

Warnings: None apply

Pairings: Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s); OFCs & OMCs

Work Tags: Re-write of a previous work; Mentions of IRL current and past F1 figures; Eventual romance; friends to lovers; found family/work family; actual family; racing drivers and their various shenanigans; how to handle pressure (and how not to); with a sprinkling of the power of friendship; tags will be updated as work progresses

Chapter 10/57

Word count: 7.2k

Summary: When times get hard, you need a shoulder or two to lean on

Sunday 28th May – Monaco

Sophie felt warm sunshine all over her face the second she opened the curtains in her hotel room, and took in a deep breath as she could just about pick out fragments of the track peeking through the yachts that were packed in the marina.

She was grateful at least that when she looked up at the sky and saw an almost perfect shade of blue barely scattered with small white clouds, she hadn’t been greeted with a thunderstorm instead. That really would have put her on a downward spiral.

Instead Sophie slowly exhaled, and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and hair. Even with the race set to start at 3pm, Sophie had to be at the track by half past 9 for the final pre-race strategy meeting, and everything else that seemingly made up race day in Formula 1. She had always known that being an F1 driver meant being constantly busy, but there were moments when Sophie had felt like she’d landed on a treadmill set at full speed that had no intention of slowing down.

There was a firm and solid knock at the door which dragged Sophie out of the bathroom. She padded across the soft pale grey carpet and left the chain on the door as she prized it open, only to smile when she saw who was on the other side.

“Oh, hey Mum. One sec” Sophie quickly closed the door so she could undo the gold safety chain and opened the door wide enough to let Mary in. “I thought we were all meeting each other in the restaurant?” Every morning without fail over the race week thus far, Sophie had always met her Mum and Vanessa at the hotel restaurant for breakfast (Richard had occasionally stopped by either before or after eating with his PR and Comms department colleagues).

Mary sighed as Sophie closed the door, and put her hands on her daughter’s shoulders the second she was able to.

“How are you doing sweetheart?” She asked with a slight tilt of the head and wide, kind eyes. It was more than enough to stop the pre-rehearsed answer Sophie had been using with the paddock journalists for most of the weekend.

“I…” She took in a small breath and very quickly exhaled. “…don’t know”

Mary let out a soft hum as she moved one hand from Sophie’s shoulder to brush a thumb back and forth across her daughter’s cheek.

“Do you need me to do your hair?”

“I’ve managed fine so far this year Mum” Sophie said with a small huff, which Mary frowned at.

“I just thought it would be one less thing for you to worry about” Mary said softly, which broke the last of Sophie’s resolve.

“Fine…” Sophie marched into the bathroom to grab her hairbrush and hair bobbles and flopped down on the small beige two-sweater sofa that was in the living room section of her small suite, and once again found her face being bathed in warm sunshine as she positioned herself to be looking out of the large glass sliding doors.

Sophie fiddled with the soft hem of her pyjama top as Mary gently combed her fingers through her dark hair, and even briefly closed her eyes as her Mum started the process of twisting her hair into the French braid she’d always worn during a race weekend ever since she was 8 years old. Then she opened her eyes somewhat abruptly.

“What’s the weather forecast for today?” Sophie asked quickly, not turning her head as she squinted up at the sky.

“Completely dry” Mary said reassuringly.

“No, I mean the temperature” It wasn’t even half past seven, and yet Sophie was sure that the light on her face felt warmer than it should have for the time of day.

“Oh” Mary paused to briefly rest her arms. “I’ll check as soon as I’m done love” Sophie just hummed, and tried her best to focus on her hair being twisted into place, and not how unpleasant the sun had started to feel on her face.

  The sunshine hadn’t faltered in the slightest by the time the drivers walked out for the drivers parade at a few minutes to one. As had very quickly become the norm, Sophie walked out alongside Nico and the pair climbed onto the back of the flatbed truck together and found a spot half-way down. They both gave a small wave to the crowd before resuming their conversation, only for Nathan Watkins and Cristóbal Vasquez to appear somewhat out of the blue.

“Hey guys” Nathan smiled brightly at his fellow drivers, clapping them both on the shoulder. “Good luck today”

“Thanks, same to you” Sophie smiled. “Oh, and congrats on getting engaged Cris” Sophie slightly leaned back to look at the Alpine driver, who’s face split into a wide grin. He had proposed to his long-term girlfriend Laura on Friday, and judging by the Instagram pictures of the two of them on an empty stretch of sand, the whole thing had been quite romantic.

“Thank you” He too gave a small wave to the crowd as the truck slowly pulled away to begin the parade. “How’s your Mum enjoying her first trip to Monte Carlo?”

“Your Mom’s never been here before?!” Nathan exclaimed, unintentionally cutting Sophie off.

“Well, she always ended up being busy with work so…”

“She works at Edinburgh Airport, right?” Cristóbal asked genuinely. And for a very brief moment, Sophie was surprised by the fact she was having a perfectly normal conversation with the 12 time race winner, only for her to remember that it wasn’t the first time the two drivers had spoken. Vasquez had been one of the few that wasn’t bothered by Sophie’s presence on the grid, and even before China, more than a few drivers had warmed to Sophie being around rather quickly. At least to her face, as evidenced by the fact that nothing close to the driver’s briefing incident from Melbourne had happened since.

“Sorry to interrupt your conversation” Lee Howard appeared from Sophie’s left with a cameraman lurking behind him, and the small echo that rang around the circuit told the quartet of drivers that his microphone was live. No one could remember when interviews on the driver’s parade had become the norm, but they certainly weren’t going away any time soon. “I’ll start with you Nico, since it’s almost your home race if you squint, you must be looking forward to today”

“Ah, it feels quite nice actually, my second time here as an F1 driver” Nico smiled as he adjusted his navy and white Alpha Tauri cap. “I think there’s more French flags than there was last year so…” Almost right on cue he spotted a trio of fans on a balcony, all wielding French flags, and Nico beamed as he waved at them. “We’re not quite as fast as these guys,” He paused to gesture to Sophie, Nathan and Cris with a wry smile. “But anything can happen around here so hopefully we’ll have a good race” Nico finished with a small nod, as Lee and the cameraman turned to Sophie.

“Now Sophie, your first Monaco Grand Prix as an F1 driver, you must be very excited”

“Yeah it’s uh…” She deliberately paused to take in a small breath and plaster on a bright smile. “It’s such an honour to drive around a track with so much history, it does feel a bit strange finally being here in a way,” Maybe that was why Sophie hadn’t quite managed to shed her pre-race anxiety all weekend. That after so many years of hoping to get to F1, she didn’t quite know what to do with herself now she was here. “Pace wise we’re not quite where we want to be but hopefully if we keep our heads down we can get some decent points”

Poor Cris put on a brave face when asked how he felt about having to start from the back thanks to an engine penalty, and Nathan grinned at the prospect of going for the race win even though he was starting from third.

“You know it’s been a long time since I’ve won around here so…” While Nathan’s smile was bright, Sophie could see that his eyes were filled with the steely cold determination she saw in so many of her colleagues. Nothing was going to get in-between him and his first win at Monaco since 2017 it seemed. “Hopefully things will fall our way today”

“Well thanks to all four of you, and the very best of luck for today” Lee gave the group of drivers a warm smile before he wondered off to the far end of the flatbed truck, likely to seek out polesitter Marc Pavard. The truck ever so slightly juddered as it began the descent to the Lowes hairpin, and Sophie took a step towards Nico as he wrapped a hand tightly around the nearest stretch of metal railing.

A brief moment of silence fell over the four drivers as they waved to any fans that they saw, and they all took in a small breath as the large truck somehow managed to round the hairpin with ease.

“You know,” Nico spoke quietly as he leaned down to talk to Sophie. “You can give me as much room round here as you want on the first lap”

“Oh no,” A small smile made its way onto Sophie’s face before she chuckled and playfully elbowed her friend in the ribs. “You will not be getting past me that easily”

  “I’ll be proud of you whatever happens today sweetheart, try and enjoy it okay?” Sophie closed her eyes and threw her head back at the warm words from her Dad. No matter how hard her phone was pressed against her ear, it wasn’t going to come close to the reassuring hug she desperately wanted.

“I’ll try” Sophie eventually replied, trying her best to sound optimistic. “How’s Will? Is he starting to feel any better?” As well as being unable to fly out to Monaco because of the workload at the garage, Mark had also found himself on nurse duty when Will had come down with a nasty fever on Friday night.

“Ah he’s on the mend. And keeping the throat lozenge industry afloat”

Sophie let out a soft chuckle in reply. “Tell him I say hi”

“I will love, but you worry about yourself okay?” If anything Sophie was worrying about herself a little too much.

“I love you Dad”

“You too, good luck. I’ll be cheering you on from the sofa. And give my love to Julian”

“I will!” After a quick exchange of goodbyes, Sophie ended the call and crossed her driver room in two paces to put her phone in her backpack. She’d already replied to her manager’s good luck text before calling home, so all that was left to do was to finish getting ready. Already in her fireproofs, Sophie pulled on her race suit with various firm tugs and pulled the zip up all the way to the base of her neck, before she remembered how warm it was outside and quickly undid the zip so the top of her suit hung from her hips.

“You ready yet Soph?” Vanessa called from the other side of the door, and for a few seconds Sophie had completely forgotten her trainer was there. She hurriedly opened the door, and Vanessa looked at her driver for all of two seconds before placing both hands on her shoulders. “Breathe” She said firmly.

“It’s like I’m just…” Sophie paused to bite down on her lip before letting out a small groan. “Waiting for something to go wrong”

“Well that’s your anxiety talking and it’s an idiot” Vanessa scoffed, and pulled Sophie into a tight hug. “Just count the corners, okay?”

“Well, they mainly have names here actually” Sophie frowned, reluctantly stepping out of the hug.

Vanessa affectionately rolled her eyes as she put her hands on her hips. “Whatever works best, I just want you to do it okay”

“Okay” Sophie sighed, and fixed her sunglasses over her eyes, deciding it was time to head for the garage. Richard accompanied both of them on the way, since the distance between the motorhome and garage was much longer than normal.

The sun was now properly beating down on the principality, and by the time Sophie had finally reached the garage she had a few beads of sweat on the back of her neck. And because the temporary garages in Monaco were so small, there wasn’t any room for the air-con units the teams usually brought with them. By the looks of things the mechanics were feeling the heat too.

Sophie quickly looked over to James’ side of garage and saw that he hadn’t arrived yet (he hadn’t spoken to her that much over the course of the weekend, which Sophie had found odd but she tried to think nothing of it) so instead she turned her attention to Mary and Julian who had already made their way over to the garage.

“Good luck today” Julian smiled, and pulled his cousin into a tighter than expected hug. He’d finished in fifth in the F2 feature race that morning, a very respectable outing for a rookie. Sophie happily returned the hug and had barely stepped away before Mary swaddled her daughter tightly in her arms. Sophie wasn’t sure if it was down to that it was the first race of the season her Mum had been to, or because of just how easy it was for a driver to crash around the Monaco circuit.

“I love you so much sweetheart” Mary whispered into Sophie’s hair and kissed the top of her head before finally letting go.

“I love you too” She smiled the first genuine smile she had mustered since the drivers parade as her engineer Chris emerged from the upstairs pit wall, pen and notebook in hand.

“Ready to go?”

“Almost” Sophie replied as she zipped up her race suit. The pair quickly exchanged a brief nod as Chris adjusted his new dark tortoiseshell glasses before going over to talk to Steve at the front of the garage.

Sophie gave her head a small shake, closed her eyes and took in a small breath, and after opening her eyes she fitted her in-ears and pulled on her balaclava. Vanessa was on hand with Sophie’s helmet and HANS device, which Sophie put on in one swift movement. She gave her chin strap a sharp tug, and after giving Mary and Julian’s hands a firm squeeze, she climbed into the car and put on her gloves.

Tommy strapped her in, and even gave Sophie a small thumbs up before moving out of the way so Sophie could plug in her radio cable.

“And radio check 1-2” Chris, still stood next to Steve, spoke into his orange headset.

“Copy, I can hear you” Steve and Chris slightly raised their eyebrows at Sophie’s reply, but didn’t do or say anything more than that.

“Given how warm it is we want to take an extra few minutes to check the car over, sit tight, and I’ll see you on the grid” Chris gave Sophie a thumbs up as he made his way back towards the rear of the garage, likely to oversee all the pre-race checks from the pitwall upstairs.

Sophie took in a deep breath as her mechanics buzzed round her car, all talking to each other through their own headsets that were on a separate radio channel. As she shifted her gaze from Aditya to Luke to Tommy to Steve, she tried to read their body language as a gauge for how her car was. And none of them appeared remotely distressed or anxious. So that was a good thing.

It felt like an age, but Sophie had only been sat waiting for ten minutes before Steve gave the all clear for the car to go to the grid. The procedure was easily ingrained into Sophie’s memory by now – Steve gave the okay, the tyre blankets were taken off, the car lowered, and the tyre blankets laid back on top of the tyres as Steve backed into the pitlane, and gave Sophie the all clear to drive out.

While she knew that it was impossible for the barriers to have been moved overnight so the track had been narrowed, it still felt like they had as Sophie drove up Beau Rivage. And despite deliberately taking her outlap much easier than the previous five races, she found herself braking for Rascasse in the blink of an eye.

Sophie switched off the engine once she had passed through Anthony Noghes and let her mechanics roll the car onto her spot on the starting grid, and all she could think about was how hot it was as she flicked up her visor to let some air into her helmet. When she climbed out of the car and took off her helmet, her first thought of seeing all the people crammed onto the starting grid was that it felt less like the usual sardine tin, and more like a pressure cooker.

“You okay?” Chris walked over from his usual spot next to Steve, and over towards his driver. The sun glinting off his sandy blond hair. Vanessa was stood by the side of the car and watched, slightly concerned, as Sophie ripped off her gloves and helmet.

“Fuck, it’s so hot” Sophie pulled off her balaclava with a tug so sharp she accidentally pulled on a few strands of her hair, and she ever so slightly winced.

“Yeah, it’s about five degrees warmer than what was forecast” Chris explained, also looking at Sophie with a slightly concerned gaze. He and Vanessa let Sophie unzip the top of her race suit, in the hope it was all that she’d need to feel better. It only slightly helped.

“Deep breath” Vanessa instructed, and Sophie did as she was told. Breathing in and out for six seconds. Vanessa looked over at Chris, and give him a small nod before walking away to the side of the track with Sophie’s things.

“How did the car feel?” He asked, sliding one half of his headset back so he could listen to his driver. It was a good question, one that would have definite answer, and it cleared Sophie’s head somewhat.

“Good, same as yesterday,” Sophie paused to take another small breath. “No problems that I could tell”

“Great” Chris smiled and put a hand on his driver’s shoulder. “I will get you through this, okay?”

He had pulled Sophie aside after the team’s post-qualifying debrief the day before, saying that as long as her nerves were to do with the track and not the car or herself, it was normal to be a little bit nervous going into your first Monaco Grand Prix. 2023 was only Chris’ second season of being a senior race engineer, and while today would be his and Sophie’s sixth race working together, they already had a sturdier than solid working relationship. “I’ve got your back”

Sophie just nodded, while she had no idea just where the strange headspace she had found herself in had come from, she did know that she trusted him completely.

“Team Black Knight, right?” Chris held out a clenched fist with a small smile.

“What?” Sophie let out a light laugh as she bumped fists with her engineer.

“Chris Black, Sophie Knightsbridge… I hope you don’t mind me shortening your name”

“When did you come up with that?”

“Doesn’t matter, it made you laugh” Chris looked at Sophie with a somewhat triumphant smile as he led her a few paces away from the car to go over the strategy for the race. “So, it’s probably still going to be a one stop even if it’s warmer than we expected. Though the hypers might deg a bit faster, if that’s the case we might switch to the supers instead of the ultras. What do you think?” Chris’ calm, North London accented voice was almost like a cool breeze in the warm air. Trees lined the left side of the start-finish straight, and where Chris and Sophie had found themselves was under a very decently sized shaded spot.

“That sounds like a good plan” Sophie nodded, already starting to feel the knots in her shoulders ease. “I’ll see how everything feels after the start”

“And you will make it through Saint Devote in one piece” Chris said with a reassuring smile.

“If you say so” Sophie and Chris clapped each other on the shoulder as Vanessa led Sophie back towards the garage for a comfort break, after she’d very quickly told Steve that yes, her car was absolutely fine.

  “Well, here we are, the jewel in the crown of the F1 calendar! Round 6 of the FIA Formula One world championship brings us to Monaco,” Jack beamed from his seat on the furthest right in the thankfully air conditioned commentary booth. “78 laps of the famous Monaco circuit, 19 corners, some of them the most famous in the world, and 20 drivers vying to add one third of motorsport’s triple crown to their CV”

Amy and Simon tried their best to restrain from chuckling at just how their colleague had embellished his opening segment. While Monaco was certainly the most glamourous track on the calendar, the races themselves never quite had the reputation for being the most entertaining.

“And it’s certainly a beautiful day for it, even though the temperature seems to have caught everyone in the paddock by surprise. It’s a pretty scorching 31 Celsius today”

“Well, I think this weather is normal for the French riviera, but you are from Scotland Amy so we’ll let you off” Simon affectionately teased, nudging her with his elbow.

“But, most importantly, will the high track temperatures throw a spanner in the strategists works? Monaco is almost always a one-stop in the dry, and we have the hyper soft, ultra soft and super soft tyres available today, with the vast majority of the grid choosing to start on the pink walled hyper soft tyre”

“And speaking of the grid, here’s how our drivers line up today. Marc Pavard of Mercedes becomes the second ever Monegasque driver to start on pole for his home Grand Prix, Benedikt Schmitz for Red Bull lines up beside him in second, can he get his second win in Monaco today?” Nathan Watkins, Alistair Mitchell, Giovanni Carotti and Audi’s Erik Braun filled the spots from third to sixth. “…And then we have the first of the two McLarens. Sophie Knightsbridge becomes, as she has done at almost every race so far this season, the first woman to contest the Monaco Grand Prix, she lines up in seventh alongside Ferrari’s Teo Martinez. 2018 Monaco winner James Hewitt is in ninth, while Frenchman Nico Dumont rounds out the top ten”

Jack just about managed to get through the second half of the grid without taking a breath, and Amy and Simon took over while Jack took a much needed drink of water.

“Now, we do have a slightly out of sync grid order today, as we can often have in Monaco. Which means some teams like Audi, you could also argue McLaren given their… somewhat rough start to the year, could get a very nice haul of points for the constructors championship today”

“Absolutely,” Amy chimed in, as the global TV feed cut from Schmitz’s Red Bull to Pavard’s Mercedes. “But, as we say many a year, it is so crucial around Monaco to simply get to the finish line. The drivers around you could have reliability problems or even crash out. And that’s why this race is one of the most challenging of the entire season, if your concentration goes for even a second – you’re out of the race”

  Steve gave a nod to the rest of the boys a few seconds before the three minute signal blared across the track, and Sophie’s car was lowered down off the jacks while Tommy, Luke, Jamie and Aditya lay the tyre blankets on top of the pale pink side-walled hypersoft tyres. Not that it felt like the tyres needed their heated blankets given just how harshly the sun was beating down on everyone.

Vanessa was stood as always with a McLaren golf umbrella over the cockpit and holding a small fan in her driver’s direction, as Chris gave his watch a final check and briskly walked over towards his driver. He likely didn’t say must past good luck as he squeezed Sophie’s hand before sprinting over to the small gate in the fence that provided the only access to the circuit from the garages.

The mad dash through it while the drivers made their way round the formation lap always seemed to get worse every year.

As the seconds counted down, Steve gave the second signal for everyone to clear out and ensure that Sophie’s car was in exactly the right place in its grid slot. As number one mechanic, ensuring that they didn’t get a penalty for any kind of pre-race infringement was a big part of his job. While Vanessa and the boys pressed themselves against the fence, Steve crouched down and just about met Sophie’s eyes before she flicked down her dark tinted visor. He gave his driver a small thumbs up, a bright smile, and gently patted the tip of the nose on the number 16 McLaren, before joining his colleagues.

He allowed himself two seconds as he watched Sophie ease her car away on the formation lap to say a small prayer to whatever deity looked after racing drivers (if there even was one) that Sophie would get through her first Monaco Grand Prix in one piece. Then he turned round, took in a deep breath of awfully hot air and waited for Vasquez’s Alpine to drive past before he and everyone else sprinted to the small gate in the fence, and hoped he would make it back to the garage for the start.

  One red light. Two red lights. Three. Four. Five.

Deep breath. Hold the clutch, right foot just hovering over the accelerator pedal and no more.

Just get through turn one. Please just let me get through turn one.

Lights out.

Go.

Given that the run to Saint Devote was so short, Sophie reached her braking point before 8th gear, and quickly flicked back down through the gears as she kept a very close eye on the cars around her. She hoped she didn’t have to worry about James out braking himself behind her.

She just about managed to clip the apex before accelerating up Beau Rivage. The charcoal and red Audi was metres in front of her, and she could just about see Ferrari red and papaya orange in her wing mirrors as she turned left for Massenet, and veered right for Casino. The screen on her wheel still said P7 somewhere. That was good.

Sophie checked off each corner as she went through the first lap. Mirabeau, full 180 lock for the hairpin, sharp right at Portier, into the dark tunnel, flick through the Nouvelle chicane, almost 90 right for Tabac, more flicking the car through Piscine, then Rascasse, Anthony Noghes, and accelerate past the black and neon pit boards that Sophie could hardly read as she sped down the main straight to start lap 2.

“Great first lap Sophie” Chris said over the radio as Sophie sped out of Saint Devote for the second time. “Keep your head down you’ve a long way to go, pace is good so far. Told you you’d make it though in one piece” He very quickly added before Sophie broke for Massenet.

“Yeah, I’ll try to listen to you more often” Chris didn’t give a reply over the radio, but Sophie assumed he allowed himself one small chuckle before turning his attention back to the data screens on the pitwall. Sophie let out a long exhale as she broke for Portier, and pressed back down on the radio button as she entered the tunnel. “Let’s go get some points”

  James didn’t have the privilege of seeing Carotti’s supposed mare of a pit stop when he pitted on lap 19. Damn the exceptionally hot weather for not making his tyres last long enough. His almost melted hyper softs were switched out for the red-walled super softs, and James was away after just over two seconds. There was a chance he would have to stop again given the track temperatures, his engineer Paul had told him on lap 5, but James would let himself worry about that after he’d exited the pits without getting a penalty.

He came out in seventh, and his position didn’t change when Sophie pitted a lap later, as she clearly pulled a brilliantly fast in lap out of nowhere. They were barely half a second apart when Sophie re-joined the track.

“Okay so we have Carotti 3.2 behind. It looks like he has some sort of DRS issue, so watch him in the corners” James and Gio had both started F1 in the same season, so they knew each other as drivers better than most, despite the fact they had never been team mates. Which was why James, and Paul, knew that if Giovanni couldn’t make a pass on the main straight using DRS, he would do everything in his power to overtake him in a corner instead. And it would likely be at the hairpin or Rascasse – they were his two preferred spots.

James confirmed he got the radio message, and hoped that Gio’s DRS problem was so bad that he wouldn’t get anywhere near him to begin with.

  “Safety car! Safety car. Box, box” Sophie had just entered the tunnel when the call came over the radio on lap 64. “It’s going to be very busy in the pitlane so be careful. The incident is at turn one so watch for debris on exit. Lima and Jakobsson are both okay”

“Am I pitting for ultras?” Sophie asked, watching the delta time on her steering wheel.

“Affirm, ultrasoft tyres”

“Is everyone else pitting?”

“Yes, everyone has reported high deg due to the higher than expected track temperatures”

“Copy” Chris’ steady voice had almost been her North Star during the race up until that point. Reminding her to drink, updating her with the gaps to the cars in front and behind (not that James had really been a problem during the race, the gap between them had barely fluctuated past 2.6 seconds for the past twenty laps).

Sophie just about managed to avoid one of the Red Bull’s exiting their pitbox as Sophie swerved into hers. As Chris had told her, every team had taken advantage of the safety car to pit their drivers with fresh tyres that would definitely last until the end. She re-joined the track still in sixth, the sidewalls of her tyres now a bright purple instead of red, and glanced over at an Alpine that had half its front suspension hanging off, and an Alpha Tauri that was sat at the end of a tangle of skid marks, and had a gaping hole in the right sidepod.

The Safety Car period lasted for seven laps while the marshals cleared both the wrecked cars and any remaining debris. Braun was still ahead of Sophie in fifth, and she knew that the restart was the best opportunity she had to get past him, despite the fact he had been surprisingly fast during the race.

And there was the chance that James would try to get past her, but Martin had all but read them the riot act in the pre-race briefing, saying that unless one of them had a mechanical issue they were not allowed to race each other on this occasion – given just how narrow the circuit was.

So Sophie focused entirely on the Audi in front of her, that she managed to stay with at the restart and even through the entirety of the first sector. He’d pulled a gap of around two tenths by the time they got to Portier on what was now lap 72, and Sophie decided that breaking late into the Nouvelle chicane was her best chance at both overtaking him and making it stick.

The golden tinged lights that illuminated the darked tunnel passed by in one long streak as Sophie lined up her car for the pass, and barely half a second after she exited the tunnel and drove back out into bright daylight she just about managed to spot her braking point as her eyes adjusted to the light and pressed her food hard on the brake pedal.

But the car didn’t stop.

She tried again, sifting down through the gears as she sped downhill, and the car still didn’t stop.

Sophie kept her steering wheel straight, knowing the safest option for her and Braun was to go straight across the chicane, and just as she reached it at the third time of trying the car finally slowed with a foul smelling plume of dark smoke.

“Argh! Brakes failed!” She skidded over the chicane, and watched Braun’s Audi, and then James disappear round Tabac as she yelled into her radio to anyone who would listen.

“Rear brake failure” There was a nervous edge to Chris’ normally cool and steady voice. “Can you bring the car back to the pits safely?” Sophie jabbed her thumb down on the pit limiter button and finally exhaled knowing that at least she wouldn’t be able to go above 60kph.

“I think so” Sophie was already driving her car off the racing line, as well as lifting and coasting through the remaining corners of the lap. It felt like it took an age to reach Rascasse, but she turned right into the pitlane, and just about managed to stop the car in the McLaren pitbox, even though she was well long of the painted yellow marks.

Steve looked at the car for all of two seconds before giving the engine off signal. And if it weren’t for all the adrenaline now coursing through her veins Sophie probably would have burst into tears.

She slowly hauled herself out of the cockpit, and was led a few paces away by someone. Sophie didn’t see who as they were behind her and all she could look at was the smoking brakes of her car. Whoever it was spun Sophie round and flicked up her visor before lifting the larger one on their own helmet and she found herself looking into Luke’s very wide and very dark green eyes.

“Are you okay?!” He shouted so Sophie could hear through the padding of her helmet. Though she didn’t know what to say. Eventually, she gave a small and cautious nod, and let herself be led into the garage. Sophie’s hands started working on automatic pilot as she peeled off her gloves, undid the chinstrap on her helmet and lifted it and the HANS device off. She didn’t have time to reach for her balaclava before she found herself in a rather suffocating hug.

“Oh my darling” Mary cradled the back of her daughter’s head with her hand, and for a moment Sophie wondered if she would ever let go.

“I love you” The words flew out of Sophie’s mouth before she realised she’d said them. But it was enough for Mary to lean back and give Sophie a hurried once over.

“I love you too” She planted a very firm kiss on Sophie’s forehead as Chris rushed into the garage from upstairs.

“Are you-”

“I’m fine” Sophie exhaled and pulled off her balaclava, Vanessa had taken Sophie’s helmet right before she got hugged. “I’m sorry, I let you down” The adrenaline was starting to wear off, as Sophie felt the beginnings of a large lump forming in her throat.

“Hey, you didn’t let anyone down” Chris sighed, and pulled his driver into a brief and much gentler hug. “If anyone has to apologise it’s Brembo. There was nothing in the data or telemetry that even implied we were close to a critical failure” He shook his head, and frowned as Steve deemed the car safe enough to wheel back into the garage. “It wasn’t your fault Soph, okay?”

“Okay” She nodded, and tried to swallow any potential tears away as Chris clapped Sophie on the shoulder and went to speak to Steve.

“We can wait for a little bit for you to go to the press pen if you need it” Richard, who had been watching from the back of the garage with Vanessa, Julian and Mary all race, said softly with a hand on his driver’s shoulder. Sophie just nodded again, as she wasn’t sure how long a sentence she would be able to string together, and she let herself be hugged by Julian and Vanessa instead.

Then, to her surprise, Tommy, Luke, Aditya, Jamie and Steve all came over with polite hugs and firm claps on the shoulder as well.

“Sorry Soph”

“You’ll get them next time”

“Don’t worry about it”

“We’re just glad you made it back in one piece”

“You’re sure you’re alright?” Steve dipped his head down so he was looking straight into Sophie’s eyes. His eyes were such a dark shade of brown that they almost looked black, and yet they were always so warm whenever he spoke to her.

“Yeah” Sophie puffed out a small exhale and nodded. “I’m okay now”

  While the sun was still beating down, a soft breeze had started to blow in from the sea by the time Sophie was in the press pen giving her post-race interviews. She pretty much said the same thing over and over, that she was disappointed to have a mechanical failure with just six laps to go. And that no, the team hadn’t seen anything to suggest her rear brakes would fail.

“What’s morale in the team like? It’s your 60th anniversary year, and you only have one podium after six races, when this time last year McLaren had been on the podium at almost every single race” Sophie gulped when the microphone was pushed towards her by the reporter from the Dutch broadcaster.

“It’s uh…” Sophie adjusted her cap while the podium celebrations played on one of the large screens (the top 2 had finished where they started, while Mitchell and Watkins had swapped places at one of the pit stops) and she let out a long sigh. “We know that the car isn’t where we want it. But it doesn’t mean that we aren’t working extremely hard at every single race and back at the factory to move ourselves further up the grid”

“Fundamentally though, isn’t it down to the fact that the team have gotten it wrong when it came to designing the car?”

Sophie always knew from watching a many post-race interview (and being in plenty herself during her career) that journalists were never afraid to pin people down with harsh questions after a bad race. Yet it still left Sophie with a feeling of discomfort in her chest. She saw how hard everyone worked back at Woking. The long shifts away from their families cooped up in offices, staring at computer screens or spent in meetings. And yet all it had been good enough for today was sixth place.

“Well, I know Eoin is certainly much more capable of being Technical Director than I am” Sophie huffed out a nervous laugh, and she felt grateful that she had both Richard by her side, and dark sunglasses over her eyes. “We all know that we’re not meeting the… expected standard of race results for a team like McLaren. But we can either mope about it, or we can work hard to try and fix it. And everyone is working so, so hard to try and put ourselves closer to the front. Like every other team we’re always working on upgrades back at the factory or spending as much time as we can here trying to find the best set up that will get us the most points we can. And we just have to hope that eventually, all that hard work will pay off”

Richard tapped Sophie’s left shoulder blade, their silent signal that she had given a reporter more than enough material to work with. And thankfully, Dutch TV had been Sophie’s last press pen interview. As she left all the other drivers who were lucky enough to finish the race started drifting in with their press officers. Including James, who had inherited Sophie’s sixth place after her retirement.

The two team mates tightly clasped the other’s hand and clapped each other on the shoulder. James waited a second or two longer than normal before he let go.

“Good to see you in one piece” He huffed. While he had let go of Sophie’s hand, he still had a gentle grip of her shoulder. Even through her Nomex fireproofs Sophie could still feel the warmth radiating from his skin. “Are you okay? Coming out of the tunnel is the last place you want your brakes to go”

“Yeah… I’m fine now. I got a nasty fright but…” Sophie trailed off and shrugged her shoulders. “There’s always next year, hopefully” The contract that she had signed back in December had only been for one year, though Sophie hoped that despite her result today, the McLaren board would remember who was responsible for the most recent addition to the team’s trophy cabinet.

“See you in the debrief” James gently squeezed Sophie’s shoulder before following Katie who led him over to the Mexican broadcaster, as Sophie and Richard made their way back to the team motorhome.

She had no idea what to say to her press officer other than sorry. Sorry for giving him more paperwork, sorry for not getting any points (she had at least been trying her best to remember what Chris had said to her about not letting anyone down).

“If I’m ever upset with something you say in an interview, you will very quickly know about it” Richard said as he pocketed his Dictaphone. “And I’m sure Eoin will appreciate you not wanting his job” Eoin, who had been Head of Aerodynamics for the past five years, had unexpectedly found himself promoted to Technical Director not long after testing, as his predecessor had accepted a job offer from Audi. He’d been much more present at race weekends after the flyaway races, in an attempt to try and figure out just how he was going to make the car faster, constantly in the garage at during every session. And he always spoke to James and Sophie, as well as their engineers, to get their opinions on how the car felt.

The message that the team were putting out, was that they were going to fix whatever problems they had together. Not as a bunch of people running around like headless chickens, but as a team.

Sophie just hoped that their efforts would pay off, no matter how long it took.

                                                           * * *

2023 Monaco Grand Prix Classification

1st - Marc Pavard (Mercedes) - 25pts 2nd - Benedikt Schmitz (Red Bull) - 18pts 3rd - Alistair Mitchell (Red Bull) - 15pts 4th - Nathan Watkins (Mercedes) - 12pts 5th - Erik Braun (Audi) - 10pts 6th - James Hewitt (McLaren) - 8pts 7th - Giovanni Carotti (Ferrari) - 6pts 8th - Nico Dumont (AlphaTauri) - 4pts 9th - Aaron Jones (Aston Martin) - 2pts 10th - Cristóbal Vasquez (Alpine) - 1pt 11th - Owen Nichols (Aston Martin) 12th - Tadashi Sato (Haas) 13th - Evan McKinley (Williams) 14th - Leon Bauer (Haas) 15th - Aidan Glover (Williams) 16th - Jan Martens (Audi) RET - Sophie Knightsbridge (McLaren) RET - Antonio Lima (AlphaTauri) RET - Daniel Jakobsson (Alpine) RET - Teo Martinez (Ferrari) Fastest Lap - Benedikt Schmitz (Red Bull) - 1pt

2023 Championship Standings after Round Six

Drivers Standings

1st - Benedikt Schmitz - 110pts 2nd - Giovanni Carotti - 78pts 3rd - Cristóbal Vasquez - 77pts 4th - Nathan Watkins - 68pts 5th - Alistair Mitchell - 57pts (8th - Sophie Knightsbridge - 32pts 9th - James Hewitt - 29pts)

Constructors Standings

1st - Red Bull Racing-Honda - 167pts 2nd - Ferrari - 126pts 3rd - Mercedes AMG - 113pts 4th - Alpine-Renault - 101pts 5th - McLaren-Mercedes - 61pts

#my writing #Life In The Fast Lane #LITFL Chapters

[childeaether]

scholarship.

cw: 18+ only, zhongli/f!reader, professor/student relationships, camgirl au, dragon dildo fuckery

wc: 2.2k

zhongli sighed as he shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie with his free hand. he was exhausted. today’s lecture had been a long one, and his class was definitely going to need a curve on this upcoming test grade. he’d tried to help them understand the topic. he’d tried assigning a lighter workload. none of it worked. it was like teaching to a brick wall.

he needed to decompress.

he grabbed his laptop and sat on the couch. there was already a box of tissues and a bottle of lotion on the end table. he’d anticipated this. it had become an obsession recently.

he opened his laptop and typed the url into the search bar.

angelsofteyvat.com

he knew this website well. it had started satiating his cravings at 9 pm every day for the last month. he almost wished he’d never found it.

glazedlily is now live!

right on time.

he quickly clicked on the profile and joined the livestream. and there you were, all dolled up, wearing only your bra and panties. it was a beautiful, light pink lingerie set. you looked stunning. there you were.

his star student.

“welcome to the live, guys!” you said with a smile. he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. he unzipped his dress pants.

“how are we today?”

phoenixrising: good how are you

knightk: horny

rockyalchemist: doing better now

zhongli rolled his eyes as he scrolled through the comments. he hated being associated with these losers. hated that you might see him the way you see them.

lapisrex: been a long day, baby. how are you?

he swore he saw your eyes light up. which made sense. he knew how expensive college was; he was a generous tipper.

“i’m doing okay, lapis! sorry you had a long day. hopefully, tomorrow will be better!” you said. his breath caught in his throat.

knightk tipped $5!

you rolled your eyes. “c’mon, k, i haven’t even done anything yet!” you giggled. you didn’t need to do anything. you could sit there and stare at the camera; you would still get tips. even from zhongli.

but you were a hard worker. he knew that. you were top of his class, for god’s sake.

“so, what are we thinking tonight?”

phoenixrising: do you know how to do self-bondage?

knightk: i need that bra off asap

zhongli already had plans for the night, though.

lapisrex: i know it’s last minute, but are your private sessions open?

he watched you pause as you read the comment, your eyebrows furrowing. fuck. he definitely should’ve asked in advanced.

“hmm.. normally i’d say no, but you are one of my favorites, lapis. how much?”

his heart was beating so fast, he thought it might beat out of his chest.

lapisrex: $1,000. i’m willing to go up.

your jaw dropped in surprise. “well, shit, i can’t say no to that.”

he knew you couldn’t. your next school payment was coming up in a week.

knightk: does that mean ur ending the live??

“sorry, but yeah. love you guys! always! but i could use that money. so, unless you guys can do better...”

knightk: $1,010

rockyalchemist: $1,500

zhongli rolled his eyes. as if he could be outbid by these randos.

lapisrex: $2,000

he watched as your eyes widened. just like a deer, frozen by approaching headlights.

“okay, that’s enough!” you said. “lapis, the private session is all yours. sorry, you guys! i’ll see you for the next one!”

before anyone else could comment, you ended the live. a bright red notification flashed on his screen as he received your message.

glazedlily has invited you to video chat!

he joined almost immediately, only pausing to make sure his webcam and microphone were both disabled. he couldn’t risk you finding out. it would ruin you both.

“hey, lapis!” you said happily, clasping your hands together. “it’s our first private session! are you excited?”

he was practically levitating.

lapisrex: very.

you grinned as you read the message. “alright, well, what are you feeling tonight?”

he was feeling many things. guilt, arousal, infatuation-

lapisrex: can i see what kind of dildos you have?

“of course! give me just a sec.” you stood and walked off camera. he heard shifting for a moment, and then you returned with a box about the size of your lap.

“okay, so we’ve got a few,” you said as you shifted through the toys, “what size were you thinking?”

lapisrex: the biggest you have

you giggled, and your smile lit up his laptop screen. “well, aren’t you confident?” you teased.

he was.

“the biggest one i have... it’s a little unconventional,” you said sheepishly, a blush dusting your cheeks.

you reached into the box and pulled out a big, thick, oddly shaped dildo. it had an orange tip that faded into yellow, and then into a dark brown at the base. but it didn’t look... normal.

oh.

it was a dragon dildo.

“this big guy hardly ever gets any action. his name is orochi,” you said. “it really came with that name. i don’t name my toys.” your laughter made his chest tighten.

and god, your hands were so tiny compared to it. they could barely cover the base. he felt his hand travel to his dick.

“i know it’s kind of fetish-y, though, so if you don’t like it we can try something else.”

and normally, he’d say, no - let’s try something else. don’t fuck yourself with that dragon dildo.

but everything you made him feel surprised him, every time. you looked so beautiful. he’d fantasized countless times about you looking up at him like you were at the camera now, your eyes sparkling, one of your bra straps falling off your shoulder. a dick in your hand. he wanted to pull those lace panties to the side and fuck you senseless.

he wanted to watch you fuck yourself with a dragon dildo.

lapisrex: no, i like it.

the smirk you gave to the camera made his dick twitch.

“wow,” you said, amused. “i didn’t think you’d be so kinky, lapis. you’re always so tame during my lives.”

you made him feel anything but tame. you made him succumb to the most carnal, primal feelings he’d ever known.

“alright, before i lube this fucking monster up, any other requests?”

just one.

lapisrex: can you call me professor?

lapisrex: if you’re comfortable, of course.

you raised your eyebrows. “damn, you are kinkier than i thought, lapis,” you said. “oh, my bad. you’re kinkier than i thought, professor.”

something in him snapped in half. jesus fucking christ. he had dreamed of this. of you on your knees, looking up at him with those big, beautiful eyes. whispering his title. dreamt of whispering back a simple, soft-

lapisrex: good girl.

-before, ideally, fucking your throat.

you reached off camera to grab a small bottle of lube. he watched as you poured some directly on the toy, and then spread it with your hands. he’d never been so jealous of a dildo in his life.

after you’d deemed the dildo lubed enough, you poured a bit on your fingers. you looked shyly into the camera. “just wanna make sure i’m fully prepped,” you said, and reached down to take off your panties-

oh.

he’d dreamt of this, too. of laying you on your back against his desk, reaching up your skirt, pulling your panties to the side. taking his sweet time with you. gently, slowly scissoring his fingers in and out of you, watching your face contort as you refused to look at him. you really could be so shy sometimes.

“okay,” you said finally, positioning yourself above the dildo. he took his cock into his right hand. “here goes nothing.”

he had to stifle the groan that left his throat just watching you sink slowly onto the tip. you bit your lip as you winced, pausing to adjust to the stretch. “sorry,” you panted, “it’s… really big.”

fuck. did you have any idea how fucking sexy you sounded?

lapisrex: don’t apologize, baby. take your time.

you shot the camera an appreciative grin. his heart squeezed.

slowly but surely, you sank yourself all the way down to the base. even with the generous amount of lube, he was impressed. you were a determined girl. it made him want to split you open himself.

“fuck, professor,” you gasped, “i feel so… full.”

he couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting into his hand. you really had no idea what you did to him.

you leaned back onto your elbows, giving him the perfect view of your pussy, stretched around the base. god, you were so fucking beautiful. “i think i’m ready to start now,” you said. your face was flushed, your eyes already starting to glaze over. he’d seen you like this before, during your lives- but this was so much better. seeing you like this for him was so much better.

you were looking into the camera with those same puppy dog eyes you gave him in class. the same ones that sparkled when he called on you during a lecture. the same ones that looked at him with such adoration as he explained concepts to the class.

you slowly pulled the dildo out by the base before cautiously working it back in. you cringed ever so slightly. he wanted to be there with you. he wanted to stroke your hair and whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you adjusted to the feeling.

lapisrex: you’re doing so good, baby. take it slow if you need to.

you whimpered as you continued your gentle thrusts. “thank you, professor,” you said softly. there it was again. that dazed, sinful look in your eye. he knew you liked to be praised long before he found your profile. you always flushed when he complimented your work.

your mouth fell open into a silent moan as you gradually sped up your thrusts. “oh, god, it’s so big,” you groaned, “it feels so fucking good.” you threw your head back as you brought your free hand to your clit, rubbing soothing circles while you increased your speed.

zhongli was fully fucking his hand now, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. you were addicting. with a particularly hard thrust, your back arched, showing off your fucking perfect tits. his mouth was practically watering.

“shit, i’m- i’m close, professor,” you gasped, followed by a whine as you circled your clit faster. his cock ached.

lapisrex: not yet.

you let out a desperate sound, still fucking yourself at the same speed. “please, i can’t- i can’t hold on for much longer,” you cried. “it’s so… intense.” you took your hand away from your clit and brought it to tease one of your nipples.

he wished he could break you down like this every night. you were always so calm, so composed. and so damn smart. it had to be exhausting. he wanted to relieve you of all that stress. to turn you into his pliant, brainless slut- even for just an hour.

“professor, please,” you begged, sending a pulse through his cock. he was getting close, too. he’d been stroking his cock so long his arm was starting to hurt. “please, professor, i can’t-”

lapisrex: why should i let you cum?

lapisrex: do you deserve it?

a pathetic whimper escaped you. “yes, yes, i- i’ve been good professor,” you nearly sobbed. just hearing the desperation in your voice was almost enough to send him over the edge. you were right. you had been so, so good for him.

lapisrex: hmmm.

lapisrex: okay, baby. you’ve been good. you can cum.

you threw your head back and sighed in relief. you returned your hand to your clit and thrust the dildo harshly in and out of you. finally, your toes curled; your back arched. “ohh, fuck,” you groaned loudly, “thank you, professor- thank you, thank you.” you were babbling now, riding out your orgasm as your cunt clenched around the dragon dick. zhongli’s vision blurred as he roughly stroked himself over the edge. he didn’t even bother to muffle the gravelly moan that ripped from his throat.

when he opened his eyes, there was cum all over his hand, and some on his laptop screen. you were on your back, still lazily circling your fingertips over your clit. your legs were shaking.

you looked angelic. he longed to reach out and pull you close, to kiss the top of your head. his heart ached in his chest. he knew what he was doing was wrong. but he couldn’t help himself. you were enchanting, and he was only a man. only another fool in love.

you sat up. “wow,” you breathed, “that was… fucking incredible.” you giggled, clearly fucked out. “thank you, professor. i mean- i guess, lapis, now.”

you carefully dragged the dildo out of you, wincing slightly. “i... i really needed that,” you laughed. “i hope you got your money’s worth, too.”

you were worth the earth, the moon, the stars.

lapisrex: absolutely. you were so good for me.

lapisrex: thank you, baby. i hope we can do this again soon.

the smile on your face was genuine, just like the ones you flashed him during lecture that day. a warmth bloomed in his chest. “of course, lapis! you’re one of my favorites, remember?”

he wanted to be the only one.

“okay, professor, time’s up. i’ll see you again soon.” you smiled one last time into the webcam and then you were gone.

he sighed, leaning back on his couch.

how was he going to look you in the eye on monday.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #zhongli x female reader #smut #zhongli #genshin smut

[bloodorangesoup]

Ice Cream and Bad TV | B.B.

Request: Late night thoughts : The only porn bucky watches are the ones that come on tv at like 2 or 3 in the mornings. Imagine cuddling up with him on his living room floor, aimlessly clicking around until you stumble upon the channel & he gets flustered & shy about it & you fuck him while porn plays in the background. Like I think it’s so romantic🥺🥺 riding him while the soft glow of the tv illuminates his face. His moans & grunting blending in with the actors 😫😫

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k (this was supposed to be a drabble but I cannot for the life of me control myself)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ | cuddle fucking, unprotected sex(pretend ur on birth control for a sec)(still wrap it b4 your tap it), flustered Bucky, porn talk, the tiniest bit of sub!Bucky for like half a second, fluffy smut, you get the gist

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Notes: I did this in one sitting so sorry if it’s repetitive or has any mistakes. I think I have a major soft sport for flustered Bucky. I also had to think of a realistic name for a TV porn channel so bear with me. This is my first time writing smut in non-headcanon form so let me know how I did! Happy reading!

It was 2am on a Thursday night when your phone rang with your boyfriend's caller I.D. This wasn't the first time that Bucky had called you for this instance, it became a routine for you to talk him down after a nightmare and you prepared to do so when you picked up. Usually the first thing you would hear was his heavy breaths, the anxious buzz in his body making him fumble his words as he tried to focus on talking to you, so you were surprised to be met with still breathing and his typical deep, steady voice.

"Doll? You there?"

"Yeah, Buck, I'm here," you replied with a yawn, trying to sound as awake as possible. Bucky could hear the airiness of your voice and let out a sigh.

"Sorry, baby, I woke you up."

"You say that every time, I don't mind waking up for you. Besides, I don't have work tomorrow so I don't exactly need my beauty rest."

There was a pause. You could still hear static from the other side of the call but Bucky didn't say a word.

"Buck? You okay?" As if you snapped him out of a daydream, his hurried words rushed through the phone.

"Yeah yeah, sorry. I'm kind of out of it right now, I had another bad dream."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" You had expected his usual answer of yes, then you would listen to his thoughts and comfort him through the horrific reality that were his nightmares.

"You said you don't have work tomorrow? Do you think you could come over right now? Actually never mind, I don't know what I'm saying, it's 2am." You could practically see Bucky shaking his head as he took back his question.

"I'll be there in twenty, James. You better have some blankets and pillows ready for me because we're taking over your couch."

Bucky let out a breath over the line, "See you soon, y/n, love you."

"Love you more," you said quickly before hanging up, not letting him get in the last 'I love you.'

~

Forty minutes later you found yourself on Bucky's lap on his living room floor. You two had abandoned the idea of the couch and chose to make a small fort with the couch as your scaffolding. There was a surprising amount of pillows and blankets surrounding the two of you, you had no idea Bucky even owned them all.

He sat with his back against the couch, your legs laid over his and your arms were around his neck, bringing his head down to your chest. He talked about his nightmare, sparing you the gruesome details, and once he was done he closed his eyes and leaned further into your chest, breathing in your scent. You gave the crown of his head a kiss and rested your head atop his. Comfortable silence washed over the two of you before you spoke up.

“You know what always makes me feel better?” you asked, lifting your head just enough to look down at him.

“What?” he mumbled into your chest. A soft smile graced your face at his cuteness.

“Ice cream and bad TV!” you announced excitedly before wiggling out of his grasp.

You did a little jog to his kitchen and reached down into the freezer to grab a small pint of ice cream you knew Bucky always kept stashed for you whenever you came around. Picking up two spoons and turning off all the lights in the apartment on your way, you quickly made your way back into the living room, lifting Bucky’s arms to situate yourself back into your position on his lap. You popped the lid of the small tub and handed it to Bucky along with a spoon. With your hands now free, you felt around in the dark for the remote and turned on the TV.

Waiting for the TV to completely turn on, you ate a spoonful of ice cream. You hummed at the taste of the cold sweetness coating your tongue. You gasped as you opened your eyes, finding Bucky scooping out some ice cream and lowering it to your mouth.

“Oh wait, let me make this cuter!” you squealed with your eyes wide.

Copying Bucky’s actions, you took a spoonful and lifted it to his lips, the both of you opening wide and feeding each other. You giggled at the cliché moment and Bucky couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at how adorable you were.

You turned back to the TV, lifting the remote in your hands to change the channel to anything but the news that was already playing on the screen. As you flipped through sports recaps, music channels, infomercials, and movies that were already almost over, you sighed.

“Ugh, there’s nothing good on. Maybe if I start from the end of the list there’ll be better stuff,” you huffed.

Before Bucky could register what you said you had already typed in the biggest number you could enter and began flipping down through channels. Surfing through the empty screens, you landed on one called HotNet and suddenly the screen was completely taken over by a pair of boobs which then cut to a woman on her back and a man on top of her, rutting into her at a slow pace, while her moans echoed throughout the apartment. You quickly shuffled with the remote, trying to turn the volume down from it’s loud setting, spooked at the loud, obscene noise coming from the speaker.

“Oh my gosh, I wasn’t expecting that,” you laughed into Bucky’s chest, “God, I hope your neighbors didn’t hear that.”

Bucky stared at the screen with wide eyes, hoping you would change the channel before noticing that the channel was in the On Demand section. You gasped through your laugh, collecting yourself before turning back to the TV and shaking your head.

“Jeez, I didn’t even know they still had porn like this on public television.” You looked back down at the remote, clicking the Guide button. Bucky’s heart stopped as the description took over the screen, the video still playing in the top right corner. In bold letters the words On Demand titled the card. Even worse, the bottom of the screen displayed a small box containing the information,

$19.99

purchased with debit card xxxx-9758

You furrowed your brows in confusion, realization slowly softening them, before a mischievous smirk took over your face. You lifted your head to look at Bucky, his face looked down at your lap, refusing to meet your eyes. You tapped the bottom of his chin with the remote, lifting his head to meet your gaze.

“Did you order TV porn, Jamie?” He could hear the teasing tone in your voice, and you only ever used that nickname when joking around, yet Bucky still felt extremely embarrassed. He felt as if he just got walked in on while touching himself. It didn’t help that it was you that saw it, he wanted to crawl in a hole and never look back.

“Ah, you’re blushing,” you squealed as you took his cheeks in your hands, “oh come on, it’s not that embarrassing Bucky.”

“Ugh, can we please pretend you didn’t just see that,” Bucky groaned, closing his eyes to escape your stare. He set down the ice cream next to him and lifted his forearm over his eyes.

You let out a breathy laugh, grabbing his shoulders to stabilize yourself and pushing up to swing your leg under you to the other side of his lap, you straddled him.

“Hey, it’s really not that bad. I mean we’ve had sex before Buck, I think you’d rather have me find this than Sam or someone else.” He let out another groan and lowered his head to lean against your neck.

“Angel, please don’t talk about Sam while you’re on top of me and there’s porn playing on the TV.”

You laughed and ran your hands down his arms, letting one of your hands run up behind his neck and weaving your fingers into his hair. You gripped the back of his head and gently tugged him back up to face you.

“Why,” you sang, deciding to have some fun with him in his flustered state, “is this turning you on?” you whispered the last part.

Before he could respond you leaned down and kissed him. You didn’t bother to start off slow as you usually would, Bucky could taste the hunger from every parting of your lips. His hands gripped your waist, you rocked your weight forwards to rub against him. Bucky’s head clouded, his senses felt overloaded in the best way possible, your movements mixed with the sounds of the moaning coming from the TV were getting him hot. You pulled back before getting too carried away, a smile on your swollen lips.

“So, baby, tell me about it.” You said. It was Bucky’s turn to furrow his brows and he cocked his head to the side in question, mind still foggy from the feeling of you grinding on him.

“What kind of porn do you watch?” you clarified, looking at him like you just asked what his favorite color was.

“Uhm, you want to know about that stuff?” Bucky looked at you with caution, feeling out if he should listen to you or not.

“Well, yeah. I mean I don’t know how it was back then, but most people nowadays watch porn. It’s not super taboo to talk about it,” you explained. You weren’t going to force him to talk about it if he really didn’t want to, but your desire to hear what Bucky was into was strong.

He hesitated for a moment, looking in your eyes and seeing curiosity clouded with lust. He cleared his throat.

“Well, pretty much this stuff,” he gestured with his hand to the TV before putting it back on your waist, “there’s this girl on there, she kinda looks like you, so I buy the videos with her.” He closed his eyes and internally groaned at his words, he didn’t mean to come off so perverted. God, you had already found his porn, the last thing he needed was for you to be thinking he was a creep.

“Y’know that’s actually kinda sweet,” you giggled, “what do you like about those videos?”

Feeling a bit more comfortable knowing you weren’t grossed out, Bucky continued.

“I like the ones where it’s dark and slow. It’s usually quiet and there’s candles and stuff,” he explained shyly. Of all the surprises that came with dating Bucky, you had to admit finding out he was into romantic porn was one of the biggest ones.

Bucky cleared his throat again before questioning you, “Do you watch porn?” He felt almost wrong asking that. He knew that women in this age were more sexually liberated, but the words still felt sticky in his mouth.

“Oh, yeah, of course I do.” Bucky seemed surprised at how casually you answered. He raised his eyebrows, silently asking you to go on.

“Well specifically, I actually really like the videos that are like this,” you said, your head looking down at you straddling him, he followed your gaze, taking in how nice you felt on his lap. You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his chest. Your faces were so close your noses were almost touching. You could feel his rapid heart beat under your palm and the quick rise and fall of his chest. “Do you ever watch the ones that look like this, Bucky?” He looked up at you and nodded with wide eyes, his pupils were blown and his mouth was open like he was searching for the words to respond.

You grasped his jaw in your hand, your thumb on his chin, and looked him in the eyes. You wanted nothing more than to jump his bones, but with the newfound knowledge you had, you took your time with your actions. Within the last five minutes, Bucky had revealed to you not only that he liked soft, romantic porn, but that he also watched a specific actress because she looks like you. The one goal in your head was to fulfill his fantasy the best you could at the moment.

With his head still in your hand, you held your eye contact as you let your knees move out, grinding yourself against his growing erection. He let out an involuntary whimper. That was the last straw. You pulled his face to yours, joining him in a hard, yet loving kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pushing your chest against his, trying to get as close as possible.

Bucky’s dick was painfully hard. He couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of you on top of him. His body felt like it was on fire, he was insatiably horny and couldn’t control the way his hips bucked up to grind with you. He felt like a horny teenager the way his mind was filled only with images of you naked, imagining you like that on top of him like you were now.

You slipped your tongue past his lips, keeping your pace slow as you glided it across and bit at his lower lip. A moan made its way out of your mouth and into his as you felt him buck up against you.

You slid your hands down his chest, fumbling with the hem of his shirt before his arms raised, giving you access to peel it off him, throwing it up on the couch. Bucky kissed down your neck, licking over the shell of your ear, and sucking at the center of your throat. He reached down and slipped his hands under your shirt, sliding up and down your waist before gliding up and lifting your shirt over your head, discarding it with his.

Bucky wasted no time reaching around you and unclipping your bra and dragging it down your shoulders. He cupped your breasts, squeezing them with his large hands before bringing you into another tender kiss. Despite your frantic movements, there was a spark of passion cracking through the air, the both of you desperate to feel each other closer.

You broke the kiss, breathing heavily and resting your forehead against his.

“I wanna make love to you, y/n, please, let me make love to you,” he groaned with a slight whine in his voice. He sounded like he was about to crack.

“Please, Bucky.”

You leaned back on your hands and lifted your hips, giving Bucky the room to pull down your shorts and panties in a few swift tugs. He quickly got up on his knees and pulled down his sweats and boxers, sitting back down and tugging them off his legs. You reached your arms forward, Bucky grabbing a hold of your wrists and pulling you back to straddle him again. You gasped at the feeling of his cock under your bare pussy, your wetness from all the grinding and kissing making you slide over him.

You leaned forwards, capturing his lips between yours and raising yourself up on your knees. Reaching under yourself, you gripped his cock, wet with your arousal, and lined him up with your cunt. Bucky gripped your hips as you sank down on him, using every ounce of self control to stop himself from rutting up into you. You stayed like that for a second, adjusting to the way he filled you. Seeing the remote lying on the floor, you grabbed it and slightly turned up the volume, only enough so that you and Bucky could hear the actress in the video being ravished by her co-star.

Bracing your hands on his shoulders, you began to slowly move up and down over him, riding him just as you had told him you liked to watch. His hands moved up from your waist, squeezing your tits, pinching your nipples in between his fingers. You let out a hiss as he rolled them between his fore finger and his thumb, tugging on and rubbing his thumbs over them. He reached around to grab your ass, squeezing and rubbing your cheeks and you used him to pleasure yourself.

You were a moaning mess over him and he wasn’t much different. The room was filled with the sounds of the porn playing on the TV mixed with the sounds of your own cries of pleasure. If the neighbors hadn’t been woken up by the TV, they sure were by you two.

Bucky sat back on his knees, his hands slid down to your thighs, moving your legs from under them and wrapping your legs around his back. His arms worked their way back up to wrap around your waist, bringing you ever so close. The new angle pushed him even deeper up into you. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, giving you access to all the sweet, desperate sounds falling from his lips.

You were now pushing up with your feet behind him, rolling your hips over his. The new technique made your clit rub over his pelvis, the sensation making you throw your head back and let out a deep moan. He took the opportunity to continue kissing your neck, going lower with every lick and bite. He sucked at your collarbone, leaving a deep purple mark in its place.

Suddenly, he was using his arms to lift you up, not pulling out of you, and laying you down on the blanket-covered floor. You instinctively locked your ankles together, pulling him closer as he thrusted into you. Bucky had his metal arm holding himself up while his flesh one squeezed your breasts, feeling them move with his thrusts. He lowered his head to your chest and licked one of your nipples, grazing his teeth over it before taking it in between his lips and sucking. Your hands flew to the back of his head, singing praises as you wove your fingers into his hair. He continued to alternate between your breasts, leaving love bites around them and sucking on their sensitive peaks.

You could feel your body buzz with anticipation, you were so close. The moans escaping your mouth were lewd and uncontrolled. Bucky wrapped his flesh hand around your waist, lifting your chest flush against his.

You snaked your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up to kiss him. Nothing felt better than making love with Bucky felt. This was definitely not the first time you two had been intimate, but none of those previous times had ever been like this. You could feel the passion flowing through his body into yours. You looked up at his form over you, how beautiful he looked with the light of the TV screen glistening against the beads of sweat on his forehead. There was absolutely nothing in the world compared to having him, in all his beauty, to yourself like this.

Bucky’s heart was exploding in his chest. What had started out as an embarrassing, nightmare-fueled night had turned into the most intimate experience he ever had in his life. Love was already established in your relationship, but Bucky had never truly made love to you. He looked down in awe at your disheveled state, at the way your hair was sticking to your forehead, at the way the only light in the room gave you an angelic glow. He wanted nothing more than to give himself completely to you, to make you come all over him.

He leaned his forehead against yours, pushing his face forward once every few seconds to kiss you. He was close, and he wanted you to come with him. He leaned into you even more, his cheek pressed against yours, his lips next to your ear.

“I love you so much, y/n, God, you feel so good. I love you, I love you,” Bucky’s voice was deep and strained, his words being emphasized by each push into your wet pussy. You let out another loud moan.

“I love you, James,” you whined as he hit your sweet spot, “I love you so much.”

Bucky’s hand wedged itself in between the two of you, his fingers finding your clit and gently rubbing it. You were completely overwhelmed, this is what it felt like to make love to someone. Your body began to shake and your breathing became erratic. Bucky thrusted harder, working to push you over the edge.

“I want you to come in me, Bucky,” you gasped as his thrusts got faster and lost their rhythm.

Your mouth turned open in a silent scream as you came. Bucky felt your walls clench around him, squeezing the life out of him. He let out a shaky groan as he fell over the edge. His eyes shut tight and his body tensed as he spilled into you.

Wrapping his metal arm around your back and securing your body to his, he rolled on his flesh shoulder onto his back. You went limp against him, laying your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat slow down. He was still buried within you, connected to you. Letting your eyelids fall shut, you savored the feeling of being full of him and his love.

You lifted your head to kiss his jaw.

“I’m glad you called me, Bucky. I love you.”

“I am too, doll. I love you more.”

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[strawberriebunn]

Oikawa is a beta, even though some may think he’s a alpha or even omega with how he acts. He has traces of both in his personality, but he’s very much in the middle. He doesn’t get ruts, nor heats, but he’ll help you out, wether it be taking you during your heat, you fucking him on your rut, or just casual love making if your just in between like him.

Iwaizumi is an Alpha, top of the ranks, and the embodiment of being the leader of the pack. He doesn’t really care if you’re an omega, beta, or alpha (but does secretly gravitate to omegas more due to his second gender). He’s possessive in his marking, scenting, all that jazz. Especially if you can give him pups. A bit aggressive on his rut tho, so probably say goodbye to your hips and back 👋 (it’s a damn good fucking though 14/10)

Matsukawa, another alpha. His large stature and his very obvious BDE (along w a large knot that is scary to his mate the first few times), brings him up next to Iwaizumi, tho still a lower status than him. Also another to not care what second gender his mate is, but also another one that will break your back and hips with how hard he’s gripping and ramming you into the mattress. Will always prep you tho, even when he’s just ready to just go(9/10 for effort my dude).

Hanamaki is a beta. Sure he may act cocky, and hang around all his alpha friends, but he’s a huge sub. That’s why he prefers alphas and betas, but will still take omegas. He’s more personality than second gender. (Still a fucking brat). Will take dildos up his ass and moan like a bitch. Play with his dick and he’s cumming on your hand in seconds. He’s sensitive to your touches and will beg for you too.

Kyotani is a omega. It might come to a surprise but here’s the point (my opinion •3•). He’s feisty, someone who doesn’t want to submit to others of higher rank (except for those where they gain his respect, ie. Iwaizumi), and will fight for better treatment than being treated like only a bitch to breed. Once his heat comes around tho, whiny, submissive, and a big crybaby (also a fucking brat).

Yahaba, beta. Sure he acts like he might be a alpha, but he knows damn well that he’ll cower once a real threat is in front of him. He’ll probably prefer either another beta or omega, just so his ego and pride won’t get hurt, but deep inside he would want a alpha to put him in his place, to be their bitch. (Also another fucking brat)

(@blurring-stars ahaha I’m back whoops-)

I- I have ascended 🥴

tw: breeding

Beta!Tooru who is running himself ragged trying to keep you satiated during your heat. He’s been pumping himself into you for hours on end at this point, trying to give you what you’ve been asking for. “Want your pups ‘ru, gimme pups.” Which is what was fueling him to go that much harder. He knows he can’t give you the knot you really want but that doesn’t stop him from lifting your bottom half up in the air ,out of the press he had you in, to just sit balancing in the air so that the cum he just pumped deep inside you hopefully sticks this time. (Since imma complete sub I had to make it somewhat self-indulgent for my fave.)

Alpha!Iwaizumi who is taking you brutally from behind with only one thing on his mind; to breed you. He’s normally not like this when it comes to your sex life, only this way once he’s in a rut. You knew it was coming when you realized he’d been a lot clingier this upcoming week, scenting and biting on your mate mark constantly. It’s not like you have any complaints when you’re just taking the brutal slams of his hips to your thighs, drooling all the awhile. You let out a loud drawn out moan once he finally pops his knot into you, babbling and grasping the sheets in front of you to try and ground you. Once you’ve come back to, you feel him nuzzling you’re neck muttering “ ‘m gonna fill you up, with m’ pups. “

Alpha!Issei whos plowing into you as far as he can possibly go, with you babbling incoherently beneath him in the press youre in. “ ‘m gonna give you my knot , ‘mega. You gonna take it?” he asks in a slow drawl. You barely have enough brain capacity to nod and utter a small “ ‘ssei “. Which is enough to tip him over the edge and shove all the way to his hilt. Your eyes widen and your mouth opens in a silent squeal , you can feel him in your cervix it seems. “Hurts ‘ssei , hurts.” you mumble out with tears flowing down your cheeks. “ I know, I know. Just hold out for me, gonna give you my pups, gonna make sure it sticks.”

Beta!Makki who is whimpering above you while he’s balls deep inside you. He’s only just sunk in and he already feels like he’s gonna explode inside you. “Hiro,” you start, “hiro look at me.” It takes him a sec but his eyes meet yours when you place your hand on his cheek gently. “ Want you to cum in me, want your cum. Can you do that for me ?” , you sweetly ask him and he gives you a nod before he gets to work. For as much of a brat he may be , he’d do anything for you should you ask. (If you couldn’t tell I am a complete bottom so my switch stuff might be horrible 😣)

Omega!Kentaro who begrudgingly agreed when you offered to help him during his heat “ I guess since we’re mates now.” he had told you. Which caused you complete and utter whiplash at this point since he’s below you whining and keening for you to sink down on him already. You had been teasing him and taking your time since he wanted to be bratty earlier, so you decided to take your time just to make him suffer. “Please. “ Please what Omega?” you quipped back at him. “Please- Alpha.” he whimpered out to you, catching you off guard but causing you to smirk, you wouldn’t let him know that of course. But it scratched that itch in your brain, very well. “Good Omega, that’s just what I wanted.” you purr out before sinking down onto him finally, resulting in a high pitched mix between a moan and keen to come out from below you.

Beta!Yahaba who was not expecting this to be how your rut went. I mean he’s not surprised since you are and alpha but he wasn’t expected him to be whining and sniffling for you to let him cum at least once since you began your romp. He figures he earned this treatment considering he was being an absolute brat when you first came to him. “I know you’re an alpha , but you want me to fuck you silly on your rut hmmm?” he had quipped when you told him it was coming soon. Little did he know he’d be the one getting fucked silly. Too bad he can’t cum until you say so though.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu thirsts #oikawa smut #oikawa thirst #mattsun thirst #mattsun smut #iwaizumi thirst #iwaizumi smut #makki thirst #makki smut #kyotani smut #yahaba thirst #hq thirsts #seijoh smut #a/b/o #omegaverse #I- please the way I would combust #sigh I think imma write about alpha!tooru just to indulge myself 🥺 #tw: breeding #.tooru💙 #.hajime💙 #.mattsun💙 #.makki 💙 #.kunimi💙

[junityy]

dates with enhypen

# PAIRING. ot7 x gn!reader

# SYNOPSIS. basically what kind of dates they would take you on.

# GENRE. fluff

# WC. 683

# WARNINGS. mentions of food

# NOTE. might be a bit messy but since im not in the place to write a fic rn i wrote some hcs,, i hope you enjoy !! <3

⋆｡°✩ HEESEUNG

probably just staying in, watching something and eating

you either order food OR even better

heeseung makes you ramen <33

THE VIBES HERE UGHHH i want

it would be so chill. like SO chill but still fun

you might be invested in whatever you're watching but after some time you just talk

about literally ANYTHING

may go from small things to having a whole existential crisis,, like you talk about the most random things bc its so comfortable with him

and maybe cuddle too :((

plus you'd probably continue watching whatever you started after missing like half of it but hey

that's okay :,,,) for both of you

rest of the members are under the cut !!

⋆｡°✩ JAY

late night dates

oh my god where do i START

late night drives walks talks and stargazing just all of it

it'd be at the most random times too

i mean i know thats kinda normal but RANDOM random

sometimes you have to be careful to not be too loud whenever you're walking by some houses or whatever tbh

could stay the whole night not even gonna lie to you

you'd probably find a random place, maybe sorta abandoned and it'd be your own place to go to

a little hill or a rooftop from which you'll have a good view overall

⋆｡°✩ JAKE

library dates

like study dates ykk

spoiler: jake isn't studying tho. not even close to it

mans is staring at you the whole time while you are actually trying to study

whenever you catch him staring he acts like h really is going to learn stuff for school now

spoiler #2: that energy lasts for 20 seconds maximum

hes back to being distracted by you <33

will eventually try to REALLY study when you somewhat scold him but he gives up

literally cannot stop thinking about you when you're right next to him hes so <///3

⋆｡°✩ SUNGHOON

ice skating dates

we all know it.

he would absolutely make fun of you if you can't ice skate tbh

man he would have so much fun only watching you already </3

but he'd also try to teach you how to ice skate

would 100% say things like "this is BORING" in the most dramatic way when he's teaching you

bc you're obviously going slow yk

also you will never not see him flexing with his skills

however if you seem like you can't get the hang of it he'd act dramatic i just know

⋆｡°✩ SUNOO

picnic dates

i can absolutely 101% see this

the vibes :(( ugh im SOFT

it's simple but regardless, it'd be a lot of fun

just overall very soft vibes if that makes sense

you'd talk about the most random things and basically laugh about everything

you're probably the happiest when you're eating and with sunoo together??? hell yeah

also if there are some bees every now and then sunoo would probably crack up if you'd jump

maybe its only a personal experience okay idk

also i feel like sunoo would put a lot of effort into it to make it look as pretty as possible

if that makes sense yk

⋆｡°✩ JUNGWON

after watching his vlog i feel like he'd simply take you to the park

and do something there yk??

might do a little picnic or something similar

just sit down somewhere and watch a movie

or simply talk overall

and oh my god yes you'd absolutely watch the sunset together

take a few walks too

a overall very chill date

although you may be not doing THAT much it's a lot of fun

and the both of you absolutely love it

⋆｡°✩ NIKI

arcade dates

a 100% i do not take any criticism

would battle you every two minutes idc

he would have the time of his life let's be real for a sec

would refuse to SHUT UP for even a second

probably doesn't care about how loud he is either

i can lowkey see him being sad when the arcade would close bc he could stay there all night

his goal is obviously to beat you and i kid you not

this boy would do ANYTHING just to get first place if we're honest

TAGLIST @koishua @igyus @hoonluvs @iuwon @eternallyhyucks @sungsunnie @sooblvr @yourlocalhotgf @tyunni @yjwfav

#kmysticsnet #enhypennetwork #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen headcanons #heeseung fluff #jay fluff #jake fluff #sunghoon fluff #sunoo fluff #jungwon fluff #niki fluff #enha x reader #enha fluff

[taestefully-in-luv]

Always You | JJK (Six)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader, slight Taehyung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 18.3k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (!!!), mention of drugs, mention of threesomes, mention of erection, grinding in sleep, car sex, riding, heated make out, hickeys, light hair pulling, light spanking

Notes: Not entirely sure how I feel about this chapter to be honest but here it is regardless! I hope you guys enjoy it:) ALSO those teaser pics from today!!! Anyway feel free to send an ask if you want to be added to the taglist or just want to chat about the story:)

Taglist: @mooniyooni @thisartemisnevermisses @giadalin @kookiebunny097 @cosmosjk @moonchild1 @just-jeon @anpanman-sonyeondan @starlight-night0 @yessii-i @apollukee @mikasaredscarf1 @kaye-rosales @bunnyjeonjk @dyriddle @seagulljk @hass-mich-los @peachy-skz0325 @wonusbitch @not-your-lion @flowersgirl02 @justinetingball @fiantomartell

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The week drags on slowly and horribly, Monday you had a raging migraine that just wouldn’t go away. Tuesday you were late for your job and were scolded for it. Wednesday you spilled your black coffee all over your white blouse. And today, Thursday, you started your period. This week could not get any worse. Oh wait, yes it can—you just remembered you promised Jungkook you would attend his get together.

You hope things won’t be awkward with Nick…Jungkook has assured you that things are cool and Nick isn’t mad about what happened.

Jungkook 5:15pm

Hey :) so, I was thinking you could bring that 16% wine we always drink?

Jungkook 5:50pm

It starts at 7 but you can come earlier if you want

Jungkook 6:00pm

Or you don’t have to,..it was just a suggestion.

Y/N 6:02pm

I’ll be there at 7.

Jungkook 6:02pm

Ok cool :) I can’t wait to hang out.

You click your phone off, groaning into your pillow. Your cramps are fucking killer and you want to die. You look to your nightstand to see your water and pain killers, you reach for them and swallow them down. Hopefully this helps.

You decide to start getting ready, you settle on some jeans and your favorite striped sweater. Like, who are you trying to impress?

You hear your phone buzzing from your bed and you hurry to answer it.

“Hello?”

“I’m outside whore.”

“Kay be out in a sec.”

You hang up your phone, stuffing it in your back pocket. You gather your things and do one last look in the mirror—casual but cute.

“Holly! They’re here!”

You two rush down to the parking lot where Jimin is parked, Trina and Holly sit in the backseat while you occupy the passenger seat.

“You ready?” Jimin smirks.

~~~~~~

Before you know it, Jimin is knocking on Jungkook and Nick’s front door.

“By the way, I still can’t believe you didn’t who nick was…”

“I never come over here! Jungkook usually comes to mine…” Jimin answers in pout.

The door swings open and there stands Nick, in all his hot glory.

“Hey Nick…” you say, avoiding eye contact but Nick is chipper as can be as he nods at you and everyone else.

“Hey Jungkook! y/n is here!” he calls behind him.

“I mean, we’re here too but go off I guess.” Jimin’s mutters from beside you.

The four of you walk into the apartment, Jungkook still nowhere to be seen.

The small place is filled with maybe 5 other people, you are quick to nod at everyone in greeting. You catch Jungkook leaving his bedroom with Vanessa following closely behind him, you can’t help but roll your eyes. Jungkook finds you staring at him and he grins, walking closer to you and your friends.

“y/n!” he goes in for a quick, unexpected hug.

“Hi.”

“Jimin!” he hugs Jimin too, “and Hey Tr—”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Yup, nice to see you too Trina.” Jungkook smiles anyway, “And you must be Holly?” he extends his hand out for her to shake. She takes it while smiling awkwardly.

“I’m glad you guys came!” Jungkook scratches the back of his head, “This is uh, this is Vanessa.” He introduces the girl standing beside him.

Vanessa is pretty…really pretty actually. She has short black hair, it looks soft and sleek. She is taller than you, her height almost rivaling Jungkook’s. But she is still smaller than him.

“Hi everyone.” She says flatly.

She doesn’t look interested in meeting any of you, or interested in any of the people here. She grabs her phone from her bag and starts scrolling through it as Jimin introduces everyone.

“And this is y/n.” he finally finishes, gesturing towards you.

At this, Vanessa looks up from her phone to eye you up and down, “Right.” Is all she says, then her eyes are back on her screen.

Wow, quite the charmer. You look at Jungkook whose eyes are already on you, and he chuckles nervously.

“Well, did you bring that wine?” he asks you.

You pull it from the bag you are holding and hand it to him, “Here…” his hand goes to reach it and his fingers brush against yours and you shudder.

“Umm, I’ll pour us all a glass.” He takes the bottle, faces Vanessa and heads toward the kitchen while Vanessa follows him. You watch as they disappear into the other room and you release a breath.

“That’s the bitch he’s fucking?” Trina asks bluntly, one eyebrow raised in question. “She didn’t even look at us!”

“Let’s be nice,” Holly says.

“Fucking fine.” Trina rolls her eyes. Hard.

You can’t help but agree though, Vanessa seems…you don’t know, but why would Jungkook like her? She seems rude, and uninterested in literally everything.

“You’re never going to get over her like this, you know?” Vanessa continues to look at her screen as she speaks to Jungkook. “You’re just hurting yourself.” Her eyes dart towards her glass being poured, “I don’t even like this wine, I told you I wanted the other one.”

“It’s y/n’s favorite.” He exhales deeply as he pours more glasses.

“Oh right, so is this how it’s going to be?” Vanessa clicks her phone off and slides it in her purse, “Now that she’s back in your life everything is going to be about her?”

“No, Vanessa…” he looks up from the bottle, “We’re still…” he gestures between their bodies.

“Right.” She says, tapping her fingers against the counter, “Totally.”

“So what game shall we play?” Jungkook sits down between you and Vanessa, his body vibrating in excitement. (How you and Vanessa ended up sitting next to each other in the first place? You don’t know. But thankfully Jungkook saves the day.)

“How bout never have I ever!” Jimin winks at everyone, “It’s always a good way to get to know new people.”

“Fine.” Trina says with a smirk

“Yeah, I’m down!” Nick says, high fiving his same bro who believes in aliens.

Various ‘yes’s are heard around the room and you nod your head too.

“If you’ve done it, you drink, that’s the rule.” Jimin states “I’ll go first. Never have I ever done coke.”

A few people you aren’t well acquainted with groan and take a sip of their drinks, Jimin looks at you as he passes his turn.

“Uh,” you look up at the ceiling, “Never have I ever had a threesome.”

You notice every single one of your friends taking a drink, Jungkook included. Well, you shouldn’t be surprised. Damn, even Holly? Are you just lame?

Jungkook goes next, “Never have I ever ate ass!” Jimin raises his glass and he take a gulp.

Everyone’s laughing and having a good time, the game continues on for several rounds, everyone drinking at different times but everyone collectively getting drunker.

The turn is back on you…”Never have I ever cheated on a college exam.”

“Fucking liar!” Jungkook snickers beside you, “You copied like half my answers in bio!”

“Oh true.” You say nonchalantly, “Never mind. Jungkook your turn.”

Jungkook thinks for a few moments, “Never have I ever not made a girl come.” He smirks.

“Okay ladies man, we get it, fucking whore.” Jimin sticks his tongue out.

Next is Vanessa’s turn, she tilts her head side to side thinking on what she wants to say.

“Never have I ever had sex with my best friend.” She says, her voice smooth and silky.

You choke on your spit when you process her words, your head snaps to Jungkook’s. He’s already looking at you, debating if he should drink—especially in front of all your friends.

He watches in horror as you begin to raise the glass to your lips, your eyes never leaving his. He raises his own glass to his mouth and takes a sip as you do the same and the room goes quiet.

Jimin watches the two of you, his eyes widening in shock as he puts two and two together.

“Wait wait wait.” Trina speaks up, “Did you two…?” she looks between you two before her eyes settle on you, “When?”

“Yeah, when?” Jimin asks quietly, sounding betrayed.

“Can we not do this right now?” you plead.

Jungkook is nodding his head in agreeance, “Yeah guys….this is a bit…” he glances over at Vanessa who is quietly sipping her wine, she blinks at Jungkook a few times before taking another sip.

“So you two have fucked!” Nick says, totally oblivious. Fucking Nick.

“It was a really long time ago, it meant nothing…” you save while striking a chord in Jungkook, he clenches his jaw. “Well, it meant nothing for only some of us,” he grits out. You feel a pang in your chest. What does he mean by that?

“Okay, would if we all take a moment to relax…” Holly intervenes. She stands up, taking her glass and Trina’s glass to the kitchen.

“It’s getting late anyway.” You stand too, you look at Trina and Jimin with apologetic eyes and nod towards the door, “Let’s get going.”

“Wait y/n,” Jungkook stands up as well, grabbing on to your arm. “Can we talk for a moment?” he motions towards the balcony. “Please.”

You roll your eyes but go along with it, you follow him out the back on to the balcony. It’s a small space, forcing you to stand somewhat close to Jungkook.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that last thing…” he begins, “You were just trying to save the conversation….right?”

“Right.” You agree. You fold your arms over your chest, you want this day to be over with.

“Other than this last bit…I had a lot of fun…you know…everyone hanging out. It was nice,” Jungkook shakes his head a bit, his hair falling all over his face, covering his big doe eyes. You can’t help but reach up and tuck some wild strands away so you could see him properly.

He freezes when you do that.

“Oh sorry…habit.”

“No no its okay, I was just surprised is all.” He smiles, and you feel your heart glow.

“Vanessa seems…” you don’t know why you bring her up right now but you do.

“Nice.”

Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip, looking at you with serious eyes,

“You don’t like her.”

He chuckles lightly, “I still know when you’re lying.”

“Sorry,” you laugh into your palm, “She just doesn’t seem all that interested in anyone.”

“Including me?”

“Kind of…sorry.” You look up at him, “It’s none of my business.”

“Well, you’re my friend so I value your opinion.”

“Okay then…I just can’t seem to find what you might like about her…” Your honest nature isn’t something Jungkook isn’t use to, but he still feels defensive.

“Well, you don’t know her.”

“Do you?”

He opens his mouth to answer but falls short of a response. He stuffs his hands into his front pockets of his jeans and lets out a small groan.

“Can we go one day without fighting?” he whispers.

“Sorry.” You offer a half ass apology. “Jimin and the rest are probably waiting for me so—”

“Wait…” he grabs your wrist and pulls you closer to him, “Can I hug you? Since I have to ask now.”

“If I say no?”

“Then I will probably cry myself to sleep.”

“Well, we can’t have that can we?”

“So that’s a yes?”

You look up into Jungkook’s endearing eyes and nod your head yes, he doesn’t waste another second before he’s wrapping his arms around you and engulfing you in a sweet embrace. He smells like his laundry detergent and his natural scent, the combo making you dizzy—as usual. You finally return the hug, your own arms circling around his waist. You feel him inhale you and you can’t help but do the same…you missed this. You missed his touch—his warmth. You missed him.

“I missed you too.”

Oh, did you say that out loud?

“Yes you did.” He chuckles into your neck. his hot breath hitting your skin making you shudder.

“I missed you so much.” He whispers into your hair, his words almost getting lost in your locks.

“Then why did you replace me so quickly?” you whisper into his chest, you feel his heart beat faster than before.

“I don’t like her, Jungkook.” You admit.

“Please just give her a chance…for me, please.” He exhales into your neck before nuzzling further.

“Do you like her?” you brace yourself for the answer, you grip on to his shirt, bunching up the material in your hands.

“Yes.” He tightens his hold on you, “but, it’s complicated.”

You pull back from him, “Wait…you really do like her? Oh…” you drop your arms from his body.

“y/n…This is hard for me. She’s the only thing distracting me from…” he gulps, “Things.”

You take a step back, confused.

“Things?” you scoff, “What aren’t you telling me Jungkook?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He whispers, his hands still rest on your waist. He pulls you closer again, “I’m working on it.” He looks into your eyes and you can’t help but stare at his lips as he licks them.

“How hard are you working on it?” you wrap your hands around his middle again, stepping closer to him.

“I don’t…know…” he breathes out erratically. His eye becoming half lidded as he stares down at you, “I….dont …know….” He repeats in a daze.

Your hands travel up his back until your grabbing on to his hair, using this to tilt his head down gently.

“You’ll tell me eventually, won’t you?” you angle your head upwards, he slowly begins to lean down, his eyes shutting as he leans in closer and closer. You part your lips slightly waiting in anticipation for his lips to find yours.

“You’re so fucking unfair…” You feel Jungkook’s whisper hit your lips as he begins closing the distance.

Then the door fucking opens, you and Jungkook jumping apart at the sudden intrusion.

“y/n are you ready?” Jimin looks between you two, he eyes you suspiciously before looking at you expectantly.

“Right, yeah.” You look at Jungkook who is as red as a fucking cherry. He scratches his head with one hand and uses to the other to usher you inside. Were you and Jungkook about to…? Holy shit. What has gotten into you?

Before you go inside you turn around to face him, “Maybe we can talk about this later?”

“Uh, maybe.” Jungkook looks at the floor as you speak to him, he sways from one foot to another. “See you later y/n.”

~~~~

“Fucking spill it.” Trina spits out once you four are in the car. She aggressively puts on her seatbelt as Jimin turns on the car but refuses to drive anywhere until you talk.

“Can this wait til we’re home?” you whine, putting on your own seatbelt.

“I agree with y/n, Trina. Let’s wait…” Holly’s troubled smile begs Jimin to drive you all home back to your place.

Jimin is silent as he puts the car in reverse and begins driving. Just complete silence coming from him, which is more worrisome than him yelling at you.

The drive is mostly quiet, you can tell Trina is really forcing herself to keep it down while Holly has a death grip on her thigh. You want to laugh at their dynamic but you don’t think anyone is in the mood to laugh right now.

Once home, you drag out one of the chairs at the breakfast table and plop down, taking a seat. Your three friends follow your lead, each taking a seat at the table.

“Guys…do we really have to do this…?” you fold your hands out in front of you on top of the table.

“If it’s really that hard to talk about, no. But I would like it if we did…” Trina tries to say calmly.

You chew on your lips—your usual bad habit as you think. Do you tell them everything? About that night? Your true intentions? It’s silent for a while until Jimin quietly clears his throat.

“Neither of you told me…my best friends…” he stares down at the table top.

“When?” he whispers.

You stare at Jimin, who sits across from you and you feel your heart break just a bit. He looks and sounds so betrayed.

“Freshmen year. New Year’s Eve party.” You finally say.

Trina’s eyes expand, realization hitting her.

“Wait wait wait.” She throws her hands up, “New Year’s Eve party? The night you were going to….?”

You only nod your head yes, feeling fucking embarrassed.

“Going to what?” Jimin asks.

“Nothing!” You and Trina say at the same time.

“Really guys?” Jimin looks down at his hands, a frown taking over his face. “Is that how we’re going to be?”

You do feel bad but are you ready for Jimin to know? One look at his sad face and you guess the answer is yes.

“That night I was going to…” you begin, the memory of that night coming back to you.

Tonight is the night. It’s New Year’s Eve and you’re going to do it. Maybe it’s this glass of wine that’s giving you courage—liquid courage—but you feel like tonight is a good as any.

Jungkook promised you no girls tonight…that tonight is between two best friends with no interruptions. And you believe him, of course. In the months you have known Jungkook he has always kept his word to you.

You lean back in your rolling chair, bringing the glass of wine to your lips and you take a generous sip…yes, tonight you are going to do it. You are going to confess to Jungkook.

“What’s got you so nervous tonight?” Trina asks as she applies her dark lipstick to her thick lips. Trina and you are getting ready in your dorm for the long awaited New Year’s Eve party and she can tell something is weird about you. You keep rubbing your sweaty hands down your black skirt, you keep patting your sweaty forehead dry with one of your t shirts, you keep looking in the mirror and taking much needed deep breaths. You are obvious. So fucking obvious.

“I could be wrong but it looks like you’re worried about a dead body you’re trying to hide…” Trina’s hand stops mid lipstick application as she glances at you, “bitch, you know I will help you.”

You can’t help but laugh, easing some of the nerves.

“No, nothing like that…” you know Trina knows. She’s had her assumptions but she never lets the subject linger…she basically is a bad bitch who minds her business…unlike someone you know—Jimin. Who ALWAYS has some shit to say about you and Jungkook, he on the other hand is a messy bitch who does NOT mind his business.

“It’s about…” you struggle to complete your sentence as you gulp down more wine.

“You don’t have to say…I know. Just know that no matter what, I am on your side.” Trina goes back to applying another layer of lipstick, “Especially if you have to hide a body.”

“Sometimes I wonder about you.” You say flatly.

Trina only laughs that loud ass laugh you love so much. “You wonder about me?” she winks.

It’s your turn to apply your own lipstick to your lips, a nice soothing red when you receive a text from Jimin that he and Jungkook are on their way to the party.

“I hope Stephanie is going to be there tonight…” Trina mumbles underneath her breath, “if not, this outfit is a complete waste” You giggle as you continue to apply your lipstick. You check your phone again to see another text that they’re there,

“Shit, we gotta get going!” You drop your lipstick in your bag and a few other essentials.

Trina raises a brow at you, “Are you trying to rush me?” she looks amused. “You can’t rush perfection.” she threads her fingers through her bouncy hair, “Lucky for you, I am done! And also, always perfect.”

“Yes yes miss perfect, we get it. Let’s go!”

The party is without a doubt: booming. The amount of decorations and alcohol and people is impressive. This is surely about to be a party worth remembering—and you hope you do. You decide to only sip a few beers—wanting to stay at least a little bit sober when you confess and you hope Jungkook isn’t completely shit faced either. Speaking of, where is he? Your eyes scan the crowd, you see Jimin surrounded by a group of people, laughing his head off. You see Trina grinding on some girl…maybe Stephanie? And you see Jungkook on the other side of the living room, sipping on his drink while some girl talks to him. But his eyes are on you. You crack an awkward smile and he turns to face the girl that is trying so hard to talk to him. He says a few words to her and is quickly leaving her side, he is now walking towards you. You can’t help but feel nervous as he approaches you…tonight’s the night, you keep reminding yourself.

You never not liked Jungkook…If you weren’t so shy maybe you would have slept with him the first night you met him… but instead you became friends and that was without a doubt the best thing that could of happened for you two. But in the back of your mind you always wanted more. Something always tugged at your hands, begging you and pulling you in the direction of more with Jungkook. But he seems fine with the friendship…so much so that you thought that maybe pursuing him would be best if you pushed it to the side.

Unfortunately for you, you just couldn’t take it anymore. Your feelings so overwhelming that you got pushed the edge. You’re about to fall off the Jungkook cliff so you decide instead of falling against your will, you will control the situation—parachute and all, you are ready the fall. You’re going to confess.

“What’s with your face?” Jungkook finally stands in front of you, his hands pushed into the front pocket of his jeans.

You take a moment to take in Jungkook’s appearance…his tight jeans, his black combat boots and a white t shirt, with his coat draped over his left arm. He looks good. Really good. You crumble at the sight.

“Who’s the girl?” you catch yourself asking. It isn’t odd for you to pry into his life like this so the words don’t taste weird leaving your mouth…but, only you know you’re only asking because the tinge of jealousy you feel.

“Dunno.” He shrugs his shoulders, “I think I have a class with her.”

“Oh nice.” You also shrug, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “Shall we dance?” you nod your head towards the center of the living room where bodies shamelessly dry hump other bodies. You think you’ve seen Jimin grind on at least 10 different people tonight.

“Sure.” He smiles, his arm extends out for you to lead the way.

Somehow you went from sipping on a couple beers to taking shots with none other than your best friend. The two of you go from the living rooms dance floor to the kitchen for hours. The world becomes friendlier and a little blurrier but it’s nothing you can’t handle. You remind yourself to slow down, because you want to at least remember telling Jungkook your feelings for him and you want to remember his response. But wait—would if he rejects you? The thought lingers in your mind, so what do you do? You take another shot.

The air that surrounds the dance floor is different than the rest of the house…its hot, sweaty and downright dangerous. You and Jungkook find yourself dancing along with Trina and Jimin at some point, the 4 of you spinning around, jumping and hugging one another. Laughter filling the air, everything is perfect.

You feel Jungkook’s tatted fingers grip your waist as you dance on him, his fingers never find themselves going lower. And you wish they did.

“Guys! Guys!” You hear Jimin’s voice from a distance, but quickly growing closer.

Jimin stands next to the two of you as you guys are in your own world, the alcohol running through your veins, the music thumping loudly in your ears, Jungkook’s hands holding on to you tightly. Your bodies move together to the beat of the music, Jungkook’s head innocently falling into the crook of your neck. You innocently grinding your ass into his crotch.

All very innocent.

“Wow, just fuck already.” Jimin rolls his eyes playfully, “GUYS!”

“What?!” you and Jungkook yell back in unison, not having liked being interrupted.

An evil smirk makes its way on Jimin’s face, “Upstairs. Let’s go! Truth or dare, come on!”

Truth or dare? What are you guys, 12? You giggle into your hand, nodding your head approvingly. It should be fun. You follow Jimin’s lead up the stairs, you turn around to see Jungkook right after you. You reach for his hand, you two interlocking fingers as you stumble up the stairs trying to keep each other stable. The two of you giggle for no apparent reason as you make your way up, making Jimin roll his eyes again.

You’re about to enter the room when Jungkook stops just outside the door.

“Wait…Jimin?” Jungkook nibbles on his lips, “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

You and Jimin share a concerned look before you announce your departure.

“I’ll see you guys inside.” You smile, letting go of Jungkook’s hand.

“What’s up man?”

“Dare me to kiss y/n.” Jungkook states confidently. Jimin tilts his head in confusion then amusement.

“Why don’t you just kiss her without my help, hm?” Jimin teases, ruffling the younger ones hair. “But sure, why not?”

“Thanks, I owe you.”

“Oh you sure do.” Jimin winks, “Now come on.”

You’re sitting in a circle in the room with about 8 other people, some you’ve barely talked to, others you would consider friends. Jungkook and Jimin walk into the room and you notice Jungkook’s face is a soft pink…probably from the alcohol. Jungkook finds a spot on the floor next to you and he smiles gently in your direction, giving you the heads up that everything is okay. You just nod your head and smile back. The room is loud with chatter and laughter until Jimin stands up and clanks a wine glass with a spoon—ever the dramatic.

“Okay guys, we all know why we are here—truth or dare time!” He sits down in his spot, crossing his legs in front of him, “First, let’s start with Trina.”

“Of course.” Trina says flatly.

“Truth or dare?” Jimin smirks.

“Dare, obviously” she looks around the room, winking at several people.

“Okay,” Jimin pretends to think for a few moments, like he doesn’t already know what he’s going to say. “Dare you to flash your tits to everyone.”

“Oh? Is that all?” Trina quickly lifts her shirt up, revealing her bare breasts to the room. You and Jungkook cackle as you watch the scene unfold.

“Okay Hobi…” Trina nods towards to the bright smiling boy, “Truth or dare?”

“Dare!” he grins with all his teeth, no doubt excited “Okay, I dare you to take 3 shots in a row.”

The truths and dares continue on like this for quite a while. You being lame chose truth at first and had to admit when the last time you masturbated—which was 10 minutes before Trina arrived to your dorm. Jungkook had to spank some guys ass and Jimin had to make out with like, 3 different people. Which he wasn’t complaining. All was well…until it was Jimin’s turn again.

“Okay, Jungkook. Truth or dare?” Jimin smiles knowingly with an evil glint in his eye.

“Dare.” Jungkook says with a cocky smile.

“I dare you to kiss y/n.”

You immediately choke on your drink as you process his words. Jungkook? Kiss YOU? In front of everyone?

Everyone in the room starts whooping and hollering at the idea, but you shake your hands in front of you in denial.

“No, no. We can’t do that!” you slur, your eyes squeezing shut. This isn’t how things are supposed to happen! You need to confess first!

You miss the way Jungkook’s face falls as he looks between you and Jimin. Jimin looks at Jungkook with pity and mouths a ‘sorry’.

“Yeah, no way in hell am I kissing her.” Okay, maybe he didn’t have to sound so harsh. But he feels a bit rejected at the moment and needs to be on your same page.

“Uh, yeah.” You feel a pang in your chest. Oh. Jungkook doesn’t want to kiss you, not even as a dare.

“That’s literally the last thing I want to do!” You hear him cackle from beside you, “Someone else can do the honors!” he continues to bark loudly, laughter filling the room.

Jimin frowns, looking at Jungkook with knowing eyes as he clasps his hands together. “Fine. Kiss Amber instead.”

“That I can do.” Jungkook smirks, looking across the room to a blushing Amber.

Things are starting to feel like they are crumbling…you shouldn’t even confess anymore, right? Jungkook will clearly reject you. The thought makes you want to cry like a stupid ass baby.

“I’m gonna get something more to drink.” You say to no one in particular as you stand to your feet. Jimin watches you leave the room with sad eyes, then his eyes go to Jungkook who looks panicked.

You open the door and go to close it behind you when you feel it being pushed open again. Jungkook.

You ignore him the whole way down the stairs but he continues to silently follow you.

The party is still going hard when you make your way downstairs again, you weave through the crowd to get to the kitchen to fetch yourself another beer.

“y/n! Wait up!” you hear Jungkook call from behind you but you decide to ignore him.

You find the cooler of beers and grab yourself one, the chilling beer freezing against your fingertips. You crack it open and begin chugging it back, enjoying the carbonation that sizzled down your throat.

“Slow down Lightning McQueen.” Jungkook chuckles next to you.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you don’t mean to snap, but you do. You feel tired, just tired.

“What’s with you?” he quirks a brow, looking adorable while doing so.

“What are you doing here?” you snap again, “Shouldn’t you be like, making out with Selena or whatever her name is.”

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, his doe eyes big and bright, “Selena? Oh! You mean Amber? Nah, I saw you leaving so I came with you.” He smiles, “I told you no girls tonight. I am spending new year with you.”

You blink at him in surprise, but you shouldn’t be surprised. Jungkook always keeps his word to you.

It makes the world crumble a little more, he said no girls. And you guess that includes you. Tonight was supposed to be the night, but you got your answers. Jungkook doesn’t feel the same.

“Want to go outside?” he asks, head nodding towards the back door.

“It’s cold, Jungkook!”

“I’ll keep you warm.” He winks then transitions into a soft smile, “Promise.”

You feel your heart begin to race but you order yourself to calm down…you aren’t confessing tonight, and that’s final.

The two of you walk outside, it was pretty damn cold, your skirt and crop top barely doing enough to keep you warm.

“Here.” Jungkook is shrugging off his jacket and handing it you.

“Thanks” you shiver, slipping on the warm, fuzzy coat. “Will you be fine?” you question.

“Only if you come snuggle with me.”

“Do these lines work on most girls?”

“Usually all of them.” He smirks, rubbing his hands together for warmth.

You giggle and move closer to him, wrapping your arms around his middle. Even though it’s like 20 degrees outside, Jungkook is unbelievably warm. You have to remain normal, like your heart isn’t breaking with every word or soft touch he offers you.

Jungkook pulls his phone out to check the time, huffing when he sees there’s still a few more minutes until midnight

“So how many girls did you have to reject tonight?” You ask with a snicker. Jungkook raises a brow in question, “Like, ‘oohh Jungkook please be my new year’s kiss??’ ya know, shit like that.” You mock. It’s not like you actually want to know the answer but you can’t help but be curious.

“Oh that? No girls lining up tonight.”

“Why’s that? You shut em all down early?”

Jungkook sways back and forth, your body clinging on to his, “I think they all see me with you tonight and are laying off.”

You scoff at his words, “Right, because I have stopped them before.” You roll your eyes.

“Ha, you never know.” Jungkook takes another look at his phone, “Oh less than a minute.” He says with the shrug of his broad shoulders.

“Wanna be my kiss Jeon?” the words slip out of your mouth almost killing you in the process. You can’t believe you just asked that! You literally just decided you’re giving up so why the hell would you offer him your lips

“Just kidding, you would rather have someone else kiss me, right?” you huff, saving yourself but god, what you wouldn’t give to feel his lips on yours just one time. For him to be yours…just one time.

Jungkook chokes on his spit as he tries to swallow down your words, “W-What?”

“Nothing.”

Jungkook obviously heard you loud and clear. Did you actually want to be kissed by him, he thinks.

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Cheers of your classmates erupt besides you and you cannot help but smile at everyone’s happiness. You see many of them sharing hugs and kisses and you feel a pang of jealousy but you are mostly feeling joy.

“It’s nice right? Every—”

You didn’t get to finish what you were saying before Jungkook’s chapped lips are on yours. His mouth is warm and inviting but you don’t make yourself at home. Instead, you stand absolutely still as Jungkook innocently moves his lips over yours. Before you can really react, Jungkook is pulling away: absolutely horrified.

“y/n…I shouldn’t have done that…I’m sorry,” Jungkook is quick to stutter out.

You are frozen. You wish you could blame something…anything, wish you could blame the flurries that floated down to the earths ground, wish you could blame the below freezing weather and your short mini skirt, wish you could blame anything for why you are standing absolutely frozen.

You wish you could move, but the universe just won’t allow it.

“Oh my god, y/n…I really am sorry…fuck…” Jungkook’s wide eyes are focused on his feet as he threads his fingers through his thick, black hair. “Fuck, I’m sorry. Please forget about th—”

And your lips are back on his again. Jungkook’s lips may be a bit chapped but they are as soft and fluffy as you have once imagined. With your lips back on his, you take charge. You quickly move them over his, he hums in satisfaction. Your fingers find themselves in his dark locks, pushing up into his soft hair as his hand moves to cup your jaw.

You gasp when you feel his teeth nibble at your bottom lip, and moan into his mouth when you feel him jerk his hips into yours.

“Let’s go to your place.” You heavily breathe out, your fingers dragging down the side of his face.

Jungkook disconnects himself from you, stepping back a good foot, inspecting your face,

“You sure?” he asks.

“I’m sure.”

Because he may not feel the same, and he may not be yours but maybe just for one night he can be.

“Wait, you were…” Jimin’s eyebrows rise to the top of his forehead, “you were going to confess to Jungkook…?”

“Yeah…I know this might be shocking to hear—”

Jimin bursts out into laughter, his hand goes over to cover his mouth as he mutters out apologies.

“Shocking?! You think this is shocking to hear?!” he continues to chuckle, “But wow…on New Year’s eve…oh my god…” Realization hits Jimin. “Oh my god…you both are so unbelievably stupid. Oh my god.”

You share a look of confusion with Trina and Holly as Jimin continues to connects dots in his head.

“Please promise me one of these days you will actually sit down with Jungkook and have an honest conversation with him…because this is just cruel and hilarious to listen to. Your timing…wow. So fucking stupid, you idiots.”

“Okay, you don’t have to be so harsh Jimin.” Holly says sweetly, her awkward smile easing everyone.

“What do you mean?” you finally ask.

“Do you still like him…even now? I mean, I know the answer honestly but go ahead.” Jimin gestures his hand for you to answer him.

“I…”

“She doesn’t need to answer that.” Trina cuts in, “No matter what, we’re on her side. Right?”

“Oh honey,” Jimin tilts his head towards Trina, “There are no sides for me. They’re both my friends and they’re both idiots.”

You can’t help but laugh at Jimin’s words. Because he knows better than anyone how true that is, so you’ll believe him.

“But really y/n…if you didn’t tell me or Trina…did you tell anyone?”

You begin chewing on your lips again,

“I don’t even talk about it with Jungkook.”

“Why?” Holly decides to pry.

“We…after we slept together…I could tell Jungkook was freaking out. He kind of tried brushing off the whole situation and I…I just had sex with the guy I had feelings for. So I put a little bit of space between us—”

“Wait, this is when you guys weren’t really hanging out for a couple months?!”

“It was only a month.” You deadpan. “But yeah…”

“I was wondering what the fuck was going on…Jungkook wouldn’t tell me anything.”

Guilt begins making a new home with you as you sit here. You wonder if you made a poor choice back then.

“Then we agreed to never talk about it to save our friendship.” You finish.

Jimin gives you a blank stare, his eyes probably going dry from lack of blinking.

“To…save your…y/n please, I am literally begging you. Talk to him. Fucking tell him the truth…” Jimin begs, he finally screws his eyes shut and shakes his head, “I can’t help you any more than that.”

~~~~~~

It’s Monday morning and you woke up with a raging headache and a snotty nose. You better not be getting sick, you think to yourself. You have a full shift ahead of you!

You slowly put on your work uniform and apply some light makeup for the day. Did you always lack color in your face or are you actually getting sick? Fuckity fuck, you think.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Jade asks from beside you, you notice she dyed her hair black instead of the light brown she was previously sporting.

“Nice hair.” You go to compliment.

“Nice try but don’t change the subject.” She pats you on the back, “Me and the guys can take care of customers, you just bake, okay?”

“Kay.”

“You know who is so beautiful even when she’s sick?” Adam butts in, “Hazel.” He answers for you both with a dopey smile.

“Now’s not the time, loser.” Jade bobs her head around, “Where’s Lenny?”

“Probably eating fucking cookies.” You say with a grin.

“Wow, guys. I’ve been here the whole time and I am not eating cookies.” Lenny says from behind Jade. “But speaking of, don’t throw away the rejects I am taking them home.”

“Quick everyone,” Jade says flatly, “act surprised.”

The sound of the bell going off catches your attention, you notice a head full of sandy hair and you groan. It’s him. You feel like all the energy is being drained from your body, now is not the time for Mister Oatmeal Raisin.

“I’ll take care of him, don’t worry!” Lenny gives you a wide smile but you raise your hand up to stop him.

“It’s okay, he’s my usual. He’s going to ask for me anyway.”

You make it the front of the store to the register and give Mister Oatmeal Raisin a weak smile.

“Are we going to be a brat today?” he greets you warmly. You scoff and try smiling again but fall a bit short.

“Hey everything okay, y/n?”

“I’m fine Mister Oatmeal Raisin.”

“You don’t look…” he lets the words die on his tongue, not wanting to actually offend you.

“The usual?” you ask, already pushing the buttons on the screen for his order.

“Yeah.” He gives you a small smile and you smile back. You aren’t use to being so nice with him, usually you two have a lot more fun, shit, you really must not be feeling well.

You must turn around too quickly because you become very dizzy, your body wobbling and shaking from the sudden chill you feel. You hurry to lean against the counter, your hand going up to feel your throbbing forehead.

“Hey you good?” Mister Oatmeal Raisin peeks over.

“Fine, I—” you try to take a few steps but wobble too much that you almost fall. The world turning dark as your vision goes blurry but before you can hit the ground you feel yourself fall into two arms.

“Woah woah, y/n? y/n?” you hear your name from a distance, but the world is so dark and so cold that you can hardly focus on it.

“I got you.” You hear the same voice again.

You slowly open your eyes to see your most faithful customers face mere inches from your own as he holds your body up.

“You okay?”

You steady yourself and slowly get out of his hold and nod your head.

“Yeah, thanks Mister Oatmeal Raisin.” You weakly smile, saluting towards him.

“Min Yoongi.”

You can’t help but blush at your situation,

“Yoo…Yoongi.” You repeat back, your face returning some of its color. Mostly just shades of red.

“Yeah.” He smiles a real smile, you notice how cute and gummy it is and it makes you feel nice. Min Yoongi, huh?

~~~~~

It’s a lazy Tuesday afternoon, the sun creating a blanket of warmth outside while being accompanied by a fresh breeze. You want to enjoy the day…you really do but…

“Just let me die a miserable death.” You sniffle into your sleeve. It’s the 2nd day of the flu and you are well, like you said, miserable.

“You need to take the rest of your meds babe,” Jimin’s hand is full of various pills, he tries handing them to you but you deny him.

“No, I’m gonna overdose.”

“You’re not gonna fucking overdose you dramatic ass bitch.” Jimin rolls his eyes, setting the medicine down on your nightstand next to a full glass of water.

“Listen, I have to go to work but maybe call Trina to come take care of you? I know Holly is at school for the day—”

“Trina is home visiting her parents…” you sound disgusting as you speak, your voice all gross and nasaly.

“Oh. Maybe you could call—”

“No. Anyone but him,” you cut in, waving your hands in front of your face.

Anyone but Jungkook, you don’t need him to take care of you…you guys are hardly starting to become friends again and its only in group settings. So him taking care of you one on one sounds…intimate.

“No offense babe, but you literally don’t have any other friends.”

“I can take care of my—” you’re cut off by a string of sneezes, one after the fucking other. “Fuck, I am dying.” You shiver.

Jimin places his hand over your forehead, getting a feel for your temperature.

“Shit…I’m going to call him.”

“Noooo Jimin….” You lay back on your bed, your head beginning it’s pounding again. “Don’t need him…” you lazily grab the NyQuil bottle from your nightstand, “Only need this.” You smile while taking a few gulps.

“Jesus, what is wrong with you?”

Jimin takes out his phone and taps away on his screen, you assume he is sending a million texts to Jungkook begging him to come babysit you, that or he is texting Trina what a stubborn, whiny bitch you are to which she probably just replies with “True.”

“Wanna watch Howl’s Moving Castle.” You slur in your drowsy state, all the meds and NyQuil kicking in.

“Jungkook will be here in 30. Have him put it on for you when he gets here…I really gotta go…”

“Jungkook?” you try to open your eyes as you speak but they threaten to close every few seconds.

“Yeah. He will take care of you y/n.”

You wrap yourself further into your duvet, but the shivers don’t let up. You’re shaking from how freaking cold you are. Yet you are sweating like the disgusting human being you are.

Jimin eyes you over once more, his eyes full of pity as he closes your bedroom door and whispers a ‘see you later’ under his breath.

“y/n?” You hear his voice in the distance, like he’s a mile from you at least. His voice is fuzzy and far away. And you want it closer.

“y/n???” your body is being shaken awake, gently though. Like, he doesn’t want to hurt you.

“Hey…you need to take your medicine…” you begin to slowly open your eyes, the world is blurry and the sound of his angelic voice echoes. Jungkook.

“No…” you manage to breathe out.

“y/n you know I will force these pills down your throat.”

“mmmmm, leave me alone.” You lazily turn your body over to face the window. Your body shivering as you nuzzle further into the duvet.

“Not happening,” He walks to the other side of the bed and sits on the edge, just staring down at you. “Please take your meds, for me?”

“Mm mm”” you shake your head, your hair sticking to your forehead as more sweat builds up.

Jungkook looks at you with a soft smile, his hand reaching out to feel your forehead. His eyes widen as he feels how much you are burning up.

“Fuck…you’re hot.”

You crack open your eyes to look at Jungkook, “Thanks, you’re hot too.” You wink. Like a fucking sleaze. Your drowsy state feeling intoxicating as you lay here in your bed.

Jungkook chuckles to himself before turning serious again, “If you take some fever reducer I will do whatever you want today.”

You let his words marinate as you lay here, lifeless. “Anything?” you say, peering up at him.

His soft smile grows as his fingers find their way in your messy, sweaty hair.

“Anything.”

“Go buy me chicken noodle soup.” You whisper. “The kind you use to always buy me.”

Jungkook’s brows climb up his forehead as he looks at you amused.

“You think I came empty handed? Like, I didn’t already bring it?” he smirks, standing to his feet. “I’ll go warm it up, and you promise you will take your meds?”

“Pinky promise.” You weakly lift up your hand to bring your pinky to his and he gladly accepts it.

Of course Jungkook brought the soup. He’s Jungkook and you’re y/n. He is always taking care of you and you want to melt. Well, with how high this fever is you actually might.

“Hey Jungkook?” you struggle to turn over to face the bedroom door, “Thanks for coming.” Your dopey smile doing things to his heart. He looks at you with a soft, almost sad smile before he’s making his way to the kitchen.

Jungkook doesn’t want to admit how fast he rushed here to your place, but it was fucking fast. All Jimin sent was a simple “y/n’s sick.” text and he was already calling the deli where he got the soup from, placing a quick order for 2 and gathering his stuff to make his way over.

He is used to being in charge of you when you’re sick because you are stubborn as hell and he actually has the patience. But he has barely talked to you since the night of the get together, aka the night he became weak and almost kissed you—and if it weren’t for Jimin, he is sure he would have.

Jungkook stands at the stove as he heats up a portion of the chicken soup, he stares off into space as the surface begins to bubble. He exhales deeply, taking the pot off the stove and pouring the contents into a bowl for you. The soup is hot, but you probably need the heat to help ease the congestion.

Jungkook walks back into your room, the bowl in his hands with a towel wrapped around it. You wish you could smell the soup but you’re so blocked up that you don’t even notice it.

“Here, try to sit up.” He sets the bowl down on your nightstand. He goes to help you sit up from your spot in bed, his strong arms pulling you up and you gasp when you’re finally upright. Fuck. You become so lightheaded and dizzy that you hold on to his forearm for support and he lets you. He gives you a moment to adjust to your new position before he’s reaching for the soup.

“It’s hot, so be careful.” He warns softly.

He waits for you to grab the bowl but you just continue to stare at him with tired eyes.

“Wow, do I have to do everything?” he jokes, “Even feed you?”

You nod your head slowly in approval, “Yes, feed me.”

“Such a brat. You’re definitely taking all your meds after this, okay?”

“Sure.”

Jungkook sets the bowl on the edge of the bed, holding it with one hand carefully and his other hand scoops up the broth with a spoon. He brings the spoon to your mouth and nudges it between your lips.

“Open.” He demands.

Your half lidded eyes stare up at his large ones, your chest slightly heaving from trying to breathe. You never break contact as you part your lips for him, letting him pour the spoons contents down your throat.

“Good girl.” He whispers, setting the spoon back down in the bowl. “Taste good?”

You swallow the liquid and open your mouth to speak ,”Can’t taste anything…” you murmur.

Jungkook smiles down at you, “That’s a shame because,” he takes a mouthful of soup in his mouth, “It’s fucking delicious.”

“Hey! You’ll get sick!”

“I never get sick from you, remember?”

You lay your head back on your headboard, closing your eyes as the NyQuil begins to make its second attempt with you.

“So sleepy but so cold.”

“You need to eat more baby.” Jungkook gathers vegetables and a piece of chicken this time in the spoon, he brings the spoon to your lips and you open wide for him, eating what he feeds you gratefully.

This goes on for several minutes until you can’t stomach anymore food, you slide back down into your sheets, feeling miserable all over again.

“Hey, time for yours meds.” Jungkook says sternly, he shakes the pill bottle to remind you of your deal.

“Fine,” you reply weakly, you try to sit back up enough to swallow down some pills and water.

Once you gulp it down, Jungkook stares at you with a satisfied smile.

“Cold?” he asks.

“Freezing.”

You feel the bed dip beside you and before you can react you feel two strong, warm arms engulf you in a hug.

“Jungkook, what are you doing?” you slur into his chest, sleep trying its hardest to take you away.

“Just rest, y/n.” he hugs you tighter. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

Jungkook feels his heart crack when you doubt his promises now, he feels himself sink into depression as he recalls what he did to you.

The past 3 months have been crazy and weird without you. He’s missed you every day. The first few weeks he spent it in isolation. He felt like he was lost and lonely and like he didn’t deserve anyone’s love or affection. Then he decided in order for him to move on he needs to put some serious distance between the two of you…hence, why he moved out.

He knows it was sudden and fucked up but he had to…Or else he would be stuck in his lonely unrequited love forever.

Your last night with him before he disappeared he even got his hopes up…that maybe you could feel the same, but he had to be realistic. You were in such a weird state, you just needed comfort. And he hates that he was second choice.

He thought on this for a couple months, his mind overflowing with thoughts and cruel ideas. He was beginning to spiral until he met…Vanessa.

Vanessa was just looking to get laid, just like him. They met through tinder, hooking up after matching the first night. But the sex was so good they both agreed to do it again.

One night, they got so shit faced they both ended up venting about the one who makes life better yet harder. For her, it was her ex of 4 years and for him, it was you.

They confided in one another, feeling free telling someone their deepest romantic desires and they just clicked. Forming a solid friendship while also fucking.

Jungkook is grateful for Vanessa because for the first time in 3 years he connected with someone who isn’t you. Vanessa is a smart, sexy girl. And Jungkook isn’t blind to see that, so they made a deal. They would use each other to get over the ones they really love. And he thinks it could of almost worked until he saw you at that party. You were wearing the same black mini skirt that he fucked you in for the first (and only) time. You looked better than he’s ever seen you.

Somehow this made Jungkook feel even more depressed. So you are better off without him, he thinks.

Jungkook is lost in his thoughts when he feels you stir…you briefly open your eyes and tilt your head to look up at him, you blink lazily with a dopey smile.

“love you.” You yawn out, closing your eyes once again, drifting back off into dream world.

Jungkook’s heart stops. Your words ringing in his ears as he tries to stay calm.

He knows you mean it platonically but he still can’t help what it does to his weak heart. He is crazy for you, even with everything that’s happened he still loves you. You and you only. It’s always you.

Jungkook plays with your hair and chuckles lightly as he hears you struggling to breathe properly due to your nose being plugged up. How can he continue to see Vanessa when he has you? Jungkook’s smile drops all together when he realizes that would put him back at square 1.

It’s almost midnight when you wake, your body feels stiff from how much shivering you endured. You try to get up when you realize Jungkook’s body is wrapped strongly around your own, his light snores filling up the room.

You look at him carefully, his hair falling into his eyes as he moans lightly every time he moves around slightly. He’s so cute, you think. You’ve always thought Jungkook was cute but right now there’s something so endearing about him it makes you want to peck his lips softly.

Wait, what? You want to what? That’s not allowed!

The next morning comes quickly, you lay awake in Jungkook’s arms wondering if it’s okay to stay like this all day. You admittingly feel much better compared to yesterday, breathing is much easier and your head isn’t throbbing. You feel a fondness swell in your chest as you stare at Jungkook’s soft, sleeping face and it makes you feel weird all of the sudden.

You’ve always felt this way about Jungkook, right? Wait, what way? What are you saying? Or at least, trying to say? You know though, you know what you are trying to say…it’s the same thing you’ve been trying to say since freshmen year. But saying it out loud is just different.

Confusion on how to feel clouds your mind as you stare at him, his breaths are light and airy and you feel so warm and safe in his embrace. He slightly shifts, his hips bumping into yours, lightly grinding into you. Your eyes widen as you feel his hard member bumping into your thigh and it’s not like you haven’t felt it before while the two of you slept but still, it surprises you each time.

Feeling his length twitching on your thigh is creating trouble for you, you hate that such a small act is getting you all hot. You try to scoot away but he only pulls you closer on instinct. He brings you so close that his warm breath fans over your right cheek and you want to force yourself to sleep more so you aren’t hyper aware of his dick.

“Jungkook…” you mumble, trying to free yourself from his grasp but you fail miserably.

His arms are circled around your hips and he digs his fingers into your exposed flesh from how your shirt is riding up.

“Baby…” he groans out, his hips grinding into your thigh again. His eyes are screwed shut, like he is still stuck in his dreams.

You lay here frozen, he’s called you baby a million times but this is different. He’s only ever called you baby in that tone when you two…you slam your eyes shut, trying to rid yourself of the memories.

“Jungkook, time to wake up.” You wiggle in his arms but your thigh only rubs on his dick more. He releases quiet whimpers against your ear, his lips parting in pleasure.

“Mmm…” he pants out, his hips thrusts against your thigh again.

Jungkook…dreaming?

Was it bad luck to interrupt someone’s dream? Or is this just an excuse to have him rutting against you?

“Jungkook…” your voice comes out shaky as you turn your body to face him, he groans in his sleep once more.

You’re afraid he’s going to say it. Her name. Vanessa. That’s the last thing you would want to hear…it would probably ruin your whole day so you need to wake him up.

“Jungkook….” You sound more breathy than intended. You need him to wake up so you can stop thinking about his length rubbing up on you. You flush as you feel your panties start to dampen, this cannot be happening. Why did Jungkook have to have this sort of reaction out of you?

“Mmm…” Jungkook whines quietly as he ruts himself harder onto you. His cock up against your lower belly, you start to imagine him without his black sweats on, you start to imagine him without his shirt. You hesitate to reach your hand against his hard chest, you breathe out heavily as you begin to drag your fingers down until you reach just the top of his waistband. Your eyes follow your fingers until you spot his hard erection through his sweats and you breathe erratically.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook’s husky voice interrupts your horny daze. Your eyes expand in size as you realize your position. Your eyes trail up his chest until you meet his gaze, his pupils blown out.

“Where do your hands think they’re going?”

“No—nowhere.” You stare up at him, gulping. You can’t do this with him, you are finally getting your friendship back but what is with all this tension?

Jungkook releases his hold on you, moving to his back. His arms fold underneath his head as he stares up at the ceiling.

“What were you—were you dreaming about?” your hand innocently finds its way back on his chest, resting over his beating heart.

“Uh…” Jungkook turns 3 shades of red, “I don’t remember.” His blush deepens.

“I feel like you’re lying.”

“Why would I ever lie to you?” Jungkook chuckles.

Your eyes trail down his body and you see his length still struggling with a probably painful erection.

“You have a problem?” you gesture towards his crotch.

Jungkook exhales a heavy breath, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Jesus Christ, y/n.”

“what?” you feign innocence.

“Do you really have to point out everything?”

“Only things that are super obvious.”

“Fuck.”

“You can go take care of it in the bathroom?” you kindly offer, causing him to scoff.

“I’m good.”

“I guess Vanessa usually takes care of these things, huh?”

“Seriously?”

Jungkook groans out, frustration written all over his face. He hates the mention of Vanessa especially when he was just dreaming about you. He feels wrong. They aren’t officially in a relationship but somehow it feels like cheating.

“Can we not talk about her?” Jungkook doesn’t want to be reminded of the shitty situations he’s in.

“What do you want to talk about?”

“Are you feeling better?” he asks softly, he moves his body to lay on his side to face you.

“Much.” You smile, “Thanks again.”

“Ready for some more chicken soup?”

A few hours pass, you figured Jungkook would have left by now but he sits on your couch next to you while the two of you watch some new anime. He laughs every now and then at the ridiculous characters and you feel warm inside. It almost feels like how things were before, when he still lived with you.

“Yeah, it does.” He says, still facing the screen.

“Huh?”

“You said it feels like we still live together.” He points out.

Shit, you said that out loud.

Jungkook bows his head, “I am…sorry that I moved out.”

“Move back in.”

“You know I can’t do that…plus, you have Holly now.” Jungkook sits back against the sofa, “Can’t just kick her out.” He snickers.

“Just move in my room with me.” You say half joking. But also, you know, half serious.

“Ha ha y/n.”

“What? You don’t like sleeping with me?” you tease. “Speaking of…you can stay as long as you want…”

“I…I have plans tonight, actually.” Jungkook stiffens in his spot. He pulls his phone out from his pocket, “actually, I should get going soon.” He regrets saying.

“Oh, okay.”

~~~~~

It’s almost 7pm and Jungkook looks himself over in the mirror. He’s got tight, ripped jeans and a dark blue shirt tucked in, his hair is wavy against his forehead. He knows he looks good but he can’t find himself to be happy about it.

He has a date with Vanessa tonight…

Vanessa 7:04pm

Hey babe, I’m ready when you are<3

Jungkook 7:05pm

Okay, I am on my way :)

The ride over to Vanessa’s place takes about 20 minutes, he uses this time to listen to the radio and think. He asked Vanessa earlier this week on a date for both of their days off.

When he arrives to her apartment, he sends her a text that he’s here.

Vanessa walks out wearing a cute, yellow sundress. Her hair freshly trimmed and sporting bangs.

“Hi handsome.” She says as she steps inside Jungkook’s car. She leans over to place a kiss on Jungkook’s lips and as she begins to pull away he pulls her back in, his lips chasing hers for a more heated kiss.

“Hi.” He finally says, out of breath.

“What was that for?” she smirks, her skinny fingers digging into her purse to pull out her phone.

“Let me guess,” she begins scrolling through it mindlessly, “You’re desperate to get y/n out of your head?” She stops scrolling to glance his way, “Need me?”

“It’s not like that…” Jungkook groans.

“Oh? Isn’t it though?” her coy smile spreads across her face. “But you need me to forget, right?” she tilts her head to the side, “That’s what we’re here for, Jungkook. We use each other.”

Jungkook drags a hand down his face, “But we are trying aren’t we? To make this work?” he sounds and looks tired, that Vanessa almost feels bad.

“We can make it work later, right now you need me.” She crawls on to Jungkook’s lap, she hikes up her dress around her waist and swivels her hips over his crotch, “Don’t you?”

“Vanessa…” he chokes out. Men are so weak, she thinks.

Her hands go to unbutton his jeans and pull out his half hard cock, she gently strokes it over and over until he is fully hard in her hand.

“Fuck,” he exhales deeply, the feeling of her tiny cold hand doing incredible things to his dick.

Vanessa slides her panties to the side and rubs his dick against her wet folds, covering his dick with her juices until she lines it up with her entrance. She releases a smooth breath as she begins to sink down on his hard cock, Jungkook gasps out of the warm feeling her tight cunt provides.

“You need me, don’t you?” her voice is smooth as silk. “But you won’t ever love me.” Vanessa rises from his cock and slams back down, repeating the motion over and over until Jungkook is panting out sweet words that mean nothing.

“You wish it was her, don’t you?” her sinister smile growing on her face, “Wish this perfect pussy was y/n’s.”

At the mention of you, Jungkook loses all composure while his dick throbs, begging for release.

“Fuck...” he whines out, his eyes screwing shut in pleasure, “y/n.”

“That’s right….” Vanessa’s wicked grin takes up her whole face now, “Fuck me like I am her.”

Jungkook shamelessly moans out your name over and over, his hips meeting hers in desperate thrusts. His eyes remain closed as he fucks into Vanessa’s cunt, only wishing and imagining it was you.

“Fuuuuck” he groans out, his fingers finding Vanessa’s clit and he rubs tight, focused circles.

Vanessa whines out, loving the feeling of his cock, his fingers and the mention of your name. it was all fucked up and nothing turned her on more.

She quickly comes undone as Jungkook continues to thrust from below, his precision becoming sloppy.

“y/n…” he grunts out with one final thrust as he comes inside Vanessa.

He keeps his eyes shut as he comes down from his high, the feeling insane.

Vanessa smirks down at him, slipping his softening cock out of her. She crawls back over to the passenger side of the car and buckles her seatbelt.

“Ready for our date.” She smiles, she digs through her purse to fetch her phone and it tapping away on it.

“Fuck…” Jungkook finally opens his eyes, realizing what the fuck he’s just done. “Vanessa…”

“It’s okay.” She says nonchalantly. “I was into it.”

“How?”

“Because I think of him every time you’ve made me come.” She peeks over her phone, her eyes shining. “So we’re even.”

~~~~~

“She lives!” You hear Adam sing as you walk into the bakery.

You look and feel much better! Totally revived from the fucking dead. You smile at your coworker and do a twirl and a curtsey just for show.

“I live!” you copy while smiling as you continue to do a few more curtseys.

Jade and Lenny walk out from the back and applaud you, you laugh at their action.

“Your oatmeal raisin guy has been in every day since you’ve been out to see if you’re okay.” Lenny brings up with a knowing smile, “Or should I call him your hero? Your savior?” he grins, stuffing his face with a sugar cookie.

“Oh shush, let’s just call him…” you begin to blush, “Yoongi.”

“Yoongi, huh?” Jade playfully elbows Adam’s side, “We’re calling him ‘Yoongi’ now!” she and Adam laugh, their teasing going straight to your head.

Yoongi is your usual customer—yes. But he’s also your…what did Lenny say? Your hero? Your savior? You cringe just thinking about it! But you cannot help but grin.

The work day goes on, you have your usual easy customers, your usual stubborn customers but no sign of Yoongi yet. He usually comes on what you are assuming is his lunch break, he must work nearby but it’s already almost closing time and he hasn’t made an appearance…not that you were looking forward to it or anything…it’s just you want to say thank you, you know, for catching you when you almost fucking fainted. A simple thank you!

You’re chillin in the back, swiping through your phone when the bell goes off at the front. Jade is the first to head towards the counter when after a moment or two she’s calling out your name. He must be here, you think. You smooth out your apron and look at your reflection from your phone screen—wait, why does it even matter? You begin walking towards the front to see Yoongi standing there with a worried expression on his face but once he sees you he smiles softly.

“You’re here.” He says.

You raise a hand, “Yup, I’m here.” You laugh, “Listen, I wanted to—”

“Are you feeling better?” he looks between you and Jade and she nods her head and walks back to the back.

“Much.”

Yoongi sighs in relief, then smirks at you.

“Then I’ll have my usual.”

You stare at him before your smile is growing on your face, you can’t believe the nerve of this guy. You like it though, you have to admit.

“Sure…Yoongi.”

Yoongi looks pleasantly surprised as he nods his head in satisfaction. You walk to the back and get him his two cookies, you bring them to him as he takes the bag from you, you put it in his order on the screen.

“Also…” you say, looking up from the screen “I really want to say thanks.”

“For?” Yoongi stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“For helping me that day…I wanted to like, uh…”

“Wanted to like, uh…what?”

“I was wondering if I could treat you to like an ice cream or something…” you sway side to side, feeling a bit awkward.

“Are you asking me out?” Yoongi blurts out and you feel flustered as fuck, all the heat rushing to your cheeks.

“W-What? N-No—”

“Because if you are,” Yoongi takes one hand out of his pocket with his phone in his grasp, “Then I would say yes.” He slides his phone over the counter. “Number.”

You must be red as a cherry, or a tomato, or like a fire truck or whatever the fuck else is super red. You look at him and gasp, your hand coming to your mouth and you can’t help but lightly chuckle.

“Fine, I’ll give you my number…but this is just a thank you outing.” You wink, taking the phone and putting your number in.

“Sure, whatever you want to tell yourself darling.” Yoongi takes his phone from you and puts it back into his jacket pocket.

“I’m free this weekend.” He sways back and forth on his heels and he laughs a bit before saying ‘Ah’ and taking out $4 and hands it to you.

“For the cookies.”

“You’re not going to inspect them?” you put the money in the register.

“I’m deciding to trust you today.”

You smile again, a real smile. Yoongi smiles back and he’s about to say something when the chime of the bell goes off and a woman and her kids make their way inside the store.

“I’ll text you.” He says before he’s turning around and heading out the door.

~~~~~

“A DATE?!” Trina and Holly yell in unison. You just told them about ice cream with Yoongi and their excitement is very evident.

“It’s not a date guys. God, how many times do I have to tell you?” you whine into the cookie you’re eating.

“It’s a thank you outing!”

“Thank you outing my ass.” Jimin frowns, “Why are you going on a date? What about Jungkook?”

You scoff, “What about him? We’re just friends, Jimin.” You defend.

“If you just come clean about every—”

“No. What good would that do?” you bite on your bottom lip, “So I can feel the lovely pain of getting rejected? He literally has a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, don’t even get me started on that shit.” Jimin complains, he takes one of the cookies from the box on the middle of the table and starts nibbling on the treat.

“But who even is this Min Yoongi guy? Is he cute?”

“Super…” you admit through a soft breath.

What? He is. He may have started out as your annoying customer but you kind of always thought he was cute.

“It’s just ice cream, you know?”

“Is it just ice cream though?” Holly intervenes, stuffing her own face with a cookie, totally ignoring the new fad diet she’s on.

“Yeah, this sounds like a good opportunity y/n.” Trina grins.

“A good opportunity?”

Jimin looks at Trina incredulously, “A good opportunity? Really Trina? Just say you hate Jungkook and move on.”

“Okay, I hate Jungkook.” She states without a problem and you frown…you don’t want her to hate him. Yeah, he hurt you but he’s…he’s not a bad guy.

“Stop guys…” you finally say, putting your half eaten cookie down. You…this isn’t a date! This isn’t a date! This isn’t a date! But…would if it is?

“Aren’t you ready to move on y/n?” Trina looks at you seriously, her hard expression almost scaring you.

“I—”

“She doesn’t have to answer that,” Jimin cuts in, “Because whatever she decides we’re on her side…right, Trina?” Jimin gives Trina a cold stare, a bite in his voice.

“Okay guys, yes let’s all just support y/n…” Holly tries saving the tension in the room.

You…tried this before already. You tried using someone to distract yourself from Jungkook, you don’t plan on using innocent Yoongi to do that again.

“It’s just a thank you outing…” you mumble, the words hard to understand by your friends. “Just saying thank you…” you bow your head, feeling sad all of the sudden.

This won’t be a repeat, will it? Taehyung number 2? You don’t think Yoongi has any ulterior motives, no not that. But do you?

“Yeah. It’s not a date.”

Jimin clasps his hands together, “Then it’s settled! Let’s change the subject.” He looks between you and Trina and Holly.

“Agreed.” Trina and Holly say at the same time, you only nod your head.

~~~~

It’s a nice Saturday evening, the breeze blows through you just right making you feel so alive. The sun is setting, giving the sky a gorgeous orange glow and you fall in love with the sight.

“How many more pictures are you going to take of the sky?” Yoongi chuckles, he walks close beside you making sure you don’t run into to like, any poles as you distractedly take photos of the beautiful sky.

“One more, one more!” you snap one last photo on your phone and slide it in your back pocket, “I have a collection of sky pictures!” you say with pride.

“I believe you.” He takes out his own phone and captures a picture of the sky too. “So we can look at the same sky.” He mumbles somewhat timidly.

You tilt your head and smile at him. You two met outside the bakery this evening so you could walk to the ice cream shop just a block away, he walks on the side next to the street while you occupy the spot walking next to all the shops.

“You know I work right around here but never been to this ice cream place you mention before.”

“Really? Where do you work?”

“The record store.”

“Ah, really? I’ve never been in.” you slow down to admire the plants outside the floral shop.

“You should come by, I think the owner would be cool with it.” He smirks.

You observe his sly smile and you wonder…

“If you say some shit like ‘It’s because I’m the owner’….” You begin, you see his sly smile grow even wider. “Oh my god, you are!”

Yoongi laughs out loud, nodding his head.

“It’s a pretty small store, but all mine.” He smiles fondly thinking over his store. “I’m serious, come check it out sometime. I mean, you like music right?”

“Am I a human being? Of course I like music!”

You both laugh while approaching the shop. Once inside, you notice how busy it is and you become afraid you two won’t find a spot to sit.

“Here, tell me what you want and I’ll go order while you find us a spot to sit, hm?” Yoongi offers, as if reading your mind.

“Oh. Okay, yeah. Sounds good.”

After circling the place for several minutes you notice a couple that was sitting at a table by the window leave so you rush to occupy the spot. You grab a napkin and wipe down the table before sitting down, you pull out your phone and scroll through social media while waiting for Yoongi to come with your ice creams.

After waiting for quite some time, Yoongi finally shows up with two ice cream cones of different flavors.

“Here.” He gives you a small smile while handing you your cone as he takes a seat across from you.

“Long line.” He gestures towards the line and smiles again.

You really like his smile, he looks genuinely happy when he does.

“You know, you kind of intimidated me at first…” you admit softly, your own smiling joining the club.

“But you seem quite soft.” You laugh, licking your ice cream.

“I get that a lot…” Yoongi groans, he looks down at the table before looking back up at you,

“I’m just kind of shy at first.”

“Shy my ass!” you lick more of your treat, “You weren’t shy complaining about the cookies I choose for you!”

Yoongi blushes at this, his laughter timid.

“The cookies you choose are fine.” He finally says, “Just had a lot of fun messing with you.” He looks up and smirks. “So,” Yoongi begins licking his ice cream again, “What do you do? Or is the bakery it?”

You internally groan. You hate this question. You have a marketing degree yet you work selling cookies.

“Uh, for now, yeah.”

“Why just for now?”

“I have a degree in marketing but…”

“Oh? Your passion lies in marketing then?” he continues to kitten lick his ice cream.

You don’t mean to scoff, but you do. You fucking do.

“Ha, passion.” You chuckle bitterly, “I hate that word.”

Yoongi raises his brows in curiosity, “Why’s that?”

“I don’t think I…” you struggle to find your words, the topic making you antsy.

“You don’t think you have a passion? Is that it?” Yoongi hits bulls fucking eye. You sigh out, finishing up your ice cream and take a bite of your cone.

“I know, that seems impossible right? Everyone has—”

“It’s okay.” He states plainly, finishing up his own ice cream. “Having a passion…a dream…you don’t have to have something like that to live a good life. Even just surviving the day is the dream.” He looks into your eyes and he shows that gummy smile you are learning to enjoy so much.

His words…you don’t really realize the impact they are leaving on you, his beautiful and wise words are exactly what you need to hear.

Yoongi continues,

“I thought I had big dreams but in the end my dream was small, it was simple. I just want to live happily. Maybe it’s the same for you, I don’t know though. I’m only now getting to know you.” His shy tone makes you feel weak.

“No, no. I think you’re right.” You admit between soft breaths. “I only pursued marketing because I knew I could find a job in the field not because I like it…I am failing miserably in interviews. All my friends are going on doing what they love and I’m just…here.”

Yoongi looks amused for a second before his soft smile returns,

“Isn’t being here enough?” he asks.

Is it? You think to yourself, is it really?

“Are you happy y/n?”

Woah, that’s a loaded question. You chew on your lips instinctively, deciding how you should answer this—if you should answer this.

“Life is a bit complicated right now.” You laugh awkwardly.

Yoongi laughs too, he nods his head in understanding.

“Even with complications, you can still find moments where you’re happy, right?”

You feel yourself becoming drawn to Yoongi’s wise and understanding nature, his words creating a warmth in you. You feel like you’re actually making a friend.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“You just gotta find the small things in life to be grateful for and eventually each small moment will add up and create big moments of happiness for you.” Yoongi smiles then stands to his feet and heads towards the trashcan to throw your trash away. While he’s gone for the few seconds he’s away, you sit back in your chair and think.

What’s complicated in your life right now? Well, you can’t find a fucking job to save your life, you’re afraid you wasted four years of college on the wrong degree—but what’s the right degree? You and Jungkook are the definition of the word ‘complicated’ and you’re afraid you’ll be stuck in unrequited love forever. But you have good friends, you like your coworkers and your job for the most part, you live in a good apartment, your parents call you regularly, you found a lady bug on a flower this morning, the list goes on!

Yoongi sits back down and folds his hands in front of him, he looks up at you with expectant eyes.

“Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Tell me more about you.”

You’re about to say something when realization hits you,

“How much were the ice creams?! They’re my treat, remember?” you quickly unzip your purse and pull out your wallet, fully ready to hand him some cash when he’s shaking his hands in front of him, denying you.

“No no, it’s okay, really.” Yoongi ushers you to put your wallet away, his smile brightens and you find yourself slumping in your chair in defeat.

“Fine.” You huff out dramatically.

“You can pay next time.” He looks down at his hands as he smiles to himself.

“Oh? There’s a next time?”

“Yeah, hanging out with you is fun y/n. I don’t want to just see you when I buy cookies...coming to see you is getting expensive.” He laughs into his shoulder.

“I just think you really have a cookie addiction.”

“Something like that.” He looks into your eyes for a moment before tearing them away to look back down at his hands. “Do you have any siblings?”

“Nope. But I have a lot of cousins, so it almost feels like I didn’t grow up lonely.”

“Your parents didn’t want to have any more kids?” Yoongi pries further.

“Actually, they weren’t supposed to have kids at all. I was there miracle baby, as they call it.” You laugh into your hands, “It feels ridiculous saying that out loud myself.” You laugh some more.

“Miracle baby, huh?” Yoongi teases. “Are your parents still together?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, they are.”

You parents are in a great, functioning relationship so why is it so hard for you to get into one?! “Are yours?”

“Nah, divorced.” Yoongi says with no bitter tone in his voice.

“Oh. I’m so—”

“Nah, it was for the best. Nothing dramatic happened they just weren’t meant to be.” He smiles at you and you nod your head.

You’re about to speak up again when you feel someone’s hand grip your shoulder and your name being called out. You know this voice. No, it can’t be. Jungkook.

“y/n?” He looks at you with confused eyes as he looks between you and Yoongi.

Jungkook is standing here next to your fucking table with his fucking girlfriend who is not his girlfriend, fucking Vanessa. She looks at you with a bored expression and tilts her head to the side.

“Hey.” He smiles at you but then looks at Yoongi again, “Uh, hey man. I’m Jungkook.”

Yoongi watches as you sit here with your mouth wide open, but he’s quick to shake his head and look up at Jungkook and introduce himself.

“Yoongi.”

Vanessa doesn’t waste her time in greeting anyone, she just taps her skinny little fingers on the table and whines into Jungkook’s ear about hurrying up.

“You guys wanna sit with us? There’s like no other tables.” You cannot believe your own ears as you offer that to them. Vanessa visibly frowns and rolls her to the side as Jungkook reacts just the opposite.

“Really?” his bunny grin taking over his whole face. You nod your head and gesture for him to go order his ice cream. He takes Vanessa’s hand and they head towards the line.

“Sorry for inviting them…I didn’t think.” You admit softly to Yoongi but he doesn’t seem mad. Not at all.

“A close friend of yours, I’m assuming?”

“Very.” You place some loose strands of hair behind your ear, you awkwardly laugh and begin pulling at the ends of your hairs. A nervous tick of yours, for sure.

“I see.” Yoongi smiles that fucking smile, like everything is okay. But is it? You don’t want to be in the same fucking room as Vanessa. But you’re giving her a chance for Jungkook’s sake.

“We aren’t really going to sit with them are we?” Vanessa’s smooth voice fills Jungkook’s ears as they wait in line.

“Why not? Plus she’s right, there’s like, no other tables.” Jungkook tries to reason.

“Why not? You cannot be ser—” she tilts her head, blinking at him, “Oh? You are? Also, you’re not worried about who this guy is? My Jungkookie isn’t feeling jealous is he?”

“Vanessa stop. It’s probably a friend from work or something.” He says nonchalantly.

“Maybe it’s a date.” Her silky voice annoying him.

“If it was a date why would she invite us?” he tries to reason again.

Vanessa tilts her head again and puts a finger to her lip, “Maybe she wants a foursome?”

“Stop.” Jungkook warns.

“I’m just trying to help you.”

You move to the other side of the table and sit next to Yoongi, you two bumping shoulders and you feel like a third grader with how giddy the action is making you.

“We’re here!” Jungkook announces excitedly. He lets Vanessa sit first and then he’s pulling out his own chair to sit in, right across from you.

“So Yoongi, how do you know our y/n?” Jungkook grins with all his teeth.

“I—”

“He’s a customer at work—”

“Yeah, I like to go to her bakery.”

Jungkook raises a brow, “Yeah the treats are good I guess.”

“Well, I don’t just go for the cookies.” Yoongi says, looking in your direction.

“Oh?” Jungkook sets his cup of ice cream down, “Oh.” He says again once realization hits him.

Vanessa glances up from her phone and smiles a smile that is void of all emotion at you and Yoongi, she sets the phone down and claps her hands softly a few times.

“So this is a date.”

“No—”

“Yes.”

You snap your head towards Yoongi with a shocked eyes. Did he just say this is a date? Then he’s smiling at you with apologetic eyes.

“I mean, I would like it to be.”

Your head immediately faces forward to see Jungkook’s reaction. He looks as shocked and confused as you, you begin shaking your head.

“Uh…um…” you say, your eyes still on Jungkook. He looks between you and Yoongi then he frowns. Fucking frowns!

“We can discuss that later.” You finally say, laughing awkwardly. Jungkook turns towards Vanessa and glares at her, fucking glares.

“What?” She mouths innocently, going back to her phone.

“Anyway,” you try to break the awkward tension, “I think me and Yoongi are going to head out actually.”

“We just sat down?” Jungkook looks at you with his big, stupid doe eyes and you almost want to stay but you know what’s for the best.

“I’ll walk you back to the store?” Yoongi asks from beside you.

You nod your head in agreeance, standing to your feet while Yoongi follows. Jungkook stands up too, not ready for you to leave.

“I’ll see you later?” Jungkook asks with pleading eyes.

You hesitate for a moment but end up nodding your head in approval.

“Uh, bye Vanessa.” You force out, your voice a little loud as you bid your farewells to her.

Vanessa continues tapping on her phone but uses one hand to wave you off.

This fucking bitch. What does Jungkook see in her? You just don’t see the appeal? Yeah, she’s gorgeous. But is that all I takes for Jungkook?

“Yeah, okay.” You roll your eyes and Jungkook looks at you sympathetically. He will scold Vanessa later.

You and Yoongi take it slow walking back to the bakery. You two walking idly, and stopping by other shops just for the fun of it.

“About what I said earlier…I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” Yoongi is messing with a scarf on the mannequin inside this little boutique.

“You didn’t. I was just…surprised is all.”

“Is Jungkook like, your ex-boyfriend or something?” Yoongi doesn’t waste any time apparently. “Because you guys seem to have some history.” How can he tell you have history?!

“Sorry, I’m just a really observant person.” He chuckles.

“Um, no but we were best friends but some things happened and…” you hesitate to continue, “And…”

“It’s okay. Life has complications remember? But there’s still happy moments. So, tell me what’s not complicated about you two?”

“I love him.” you blurt out. “Wait, wait. I mean. Fuck. I mean—”

“That’s normal. He was your best friend, right?”

You sigh out in relief, your deep exhale heard throughout the whole shop.

“Exactly.”

“Are you still best friends?”

“That’s the complicated part.” You breathe out, “But does he still mean the most to me? Yeah.”

“I see.” Yoongi takes the scarf and wraps it around your neck, “I had someone like that too.” He smiles. “But I was in love with them.”

You choke on your spit, what is Yoongi…is he…does he know?

“Oh.” You decide to laugh, “But that’s not the case with me and Jungkook.”

“Never said it was.” He inspects the scarf around your neck, “You should get this,” he motions towards the scarf, “It looks good on you.”

“It’s summer time!” you laugh, “But thanks.” Your phone starts buzzing, you pull it from your back pocket to get a look at it.

Jungkook 7:42pm

Hey

Jungkook 7:42pm

Wanna come over later? Nick isn’t home

Jungkook 7:42pm

I know you said no solo hang outs but I thought I would give it a shot

Does this mean he’s ending his night early with Vanessa? If so, you may throw the whole rule away about no solo hang outs. You just cannot stand her. You don’t want to say you hate her but you do hate her attitude and honestly, overall personality.

You look over to Yoongi who is messing with the material of some cardigan, and you almost feel bad if you decide to ditch him. But your night was ending anyway, right?

y/n 7:45pm

hmm, sure. I’ll be over at 9, does that work?

Jungkook 7:45pm

Yes.

You slide your phone back into your pocket and head towards Yoongi and his new cardigan that you are assuming he is buying consider how smitten he looks with it.

“It’s nice, right?” he says holding up the piece of clothing.

“Try it on!”

“Don’t forget to come by the record store sometime y/n, since you’re a human being who loves music.” Yoongi chuckles, he leans forward and you share a cute yet awkward hug.

“Bye Yoongi. I’ll def be by.”

You unlock your car and step inside, sitting down. Yoongi shuts the car door for you and smiles and waves you goodbye as he starts heading towards his own car.

Tonight was nice, weird, then nice again. You definitely won’t use Yoongi to distract yourself from Jungkook but you definitely feel like you made a friend. He gave you some words of wisdom and comfort, that you really needed to hear. You feel like Yoongi could become someone important in your life.

~~~~~

Jungkook 9:14pm

When will you be here?

y/n 9:15pm

be there in 15.

Jungkook steps out of the shower, his towel hanging dangerously low around his hips as he takes a look in his fogged up mirror.

“You can do this.” He tells himself, his teeth catching his bottom lip.

He can hang out with you like things are back to normal. He can hang out with you like you guys are still just best fucking friends. But he hasn’t seen you since you were sick, since you had your hand in a dangerous place. Since he dreamed of you while in bed with you.

He can be normal. Like he didn’t fuck Vanessa and moan out your name the entire time. He groans and cringes just remembering that. Vanessa assured him it was fine but that just makes him feel worse. He feels guilt ridden while she remains coy and sickingly sweet.

Apparently, Jungkook got lucky. But will it be this way with every girl he’s with from now on? That’s unacceptable.

Soft knocking can be heard from the front door and a chime from his phone goes off. You must be here, he thinks.

He doesn’t have time to dress so he decided to say fuck it and open the door this way, it’s not like you haven’t seen this view before…you lived together.

He approaches the door, taking a long, deep breath before he’s swinging it open and letting you in.

You’re wearing leggings and one of his t shirts, his chest tightens at the sight. Jungkook quickly apologizes for not being dressed and you nod your head slowly, taking in his more than half naked appearance.

You flush at the sight, his towel doing barely anything to cover the outline of his length, and shit, the towel is short on him…his monstrous thighs flexing underneath. Your mouth waters as you shamelessly eye him up and down.

“Yeah…” you choke out, “Probably should get dressed…”

You make yourself comfortable on the sofa in the living room, some random movie is on TV and you mindlessly watch.

“Sorry about that” Jungkook laughs. He walks to the sofa, sitting beside you but with enough space. “You got here sooner than I thought.”

“Well, I live pretty close.” You point out, your face angled towards him. “So what’s up?” “Nothing, I just wanted to see you.” Jungkook eyes light up, “Oh! I have wine!”

You nod approvingly, “Now we’re talkin’ baby.”

Jungkook rushes to the kitchen to find two wine glasses and fills them to the brim, he walks back to the sofa and hands you a glass.

“I know you said no one on one hang outs but thanks for coming.”

“I’ll make an exception this time” you wink, bringing the glass to your lips. You nod at one another as each of you take a generous gulp.

“Aaahhh, alcohol.” You say in unison. Then you look at one another and burst into a giggle.

“How were your plans?” you pry. You set the glass down between your thighs as you move your body to face him, giving him your full attention.

“Uh…” Jungkook doesn’t know what to say.

“It’s just…” the words die on his tongue. He sends them to the graveyard as he sits back on the sofa and shuts his pretty mouth.

“You guys didn’t have fun?” you pry further. You want to know, for some reason you want to know what him and Vanessa were up to.

“Did you guys like, hang out after the ice cream place?”

“Not really…we…kind of hung out but it was quick.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“A quickie, huh?” you joke, but you wonder if that’s what it really was.

“y/n.” he warns, his hands go to massage his exposed thighs, his shorts doing little to cover all his muscles.

“I’d kill myself for a quickie, it’s been so long.” You decide to be honest, you’re trying to be like normal friends again.

Jungkook’s brows crease as he looks at you, “Don’t say stuff like that.”

“Right, sorry.” You pat his shoulder, “But really, it’s been forever.” You say again.

“Um, when was the last—”

“Taehyung.”

Jungkook’s frown deepens, “When’s the last time you spoke to him?”

“Maybe a week ago? He sends me texts occasionally.”

“You talk to him?!” Jungkook howls out, his hands gripping his shorts.

“It’s more like he talks to me.” You chuckle. “What about you? When is the last time you talked to him?”

“Umm…”

“What?”

“About a day after you told me everything.” Jungkook’s eyes slide to the side, a look of guilt plastered on his face.

“You went and talked to him after?” the shock is evident in your voice.

“Something like that…” Jungkook scratches the top of his head, deciding if he should tell you the truth. He decides to be honest.

“I went over there to kick his ass.”

“Jungkook!” you blink at him repeatedly, until you’re snorting. “And how did that go?”

“Gave him a black eye.”

“And you?”

“Got a busted lip from it.” He admits, even though you can tell he didn’t want to say that last part.

“Fighting is never the answer.”

“He deserved it, y/n.”

“And did you deserve the busted lip?”

“Yeah.”

You weren’t expecting him to agree with that so quickly, you were just joking around. You realize Jungkook is probably still trying to forgive himself, like he once told you.

“Well, everything’s okay now right?”

“Is it y/n?” he doesn’t look at you. He only stares straight ahead.

“Jung—”

“I am still so sorry…” Jungkook exhales deeply, his hand finds its way to yours.

You tangle your fingers through his, until they’re interlocked.

“I know, Jungkook.”

“I’m trying so hard to…” Jungkook faces you, his frown making you wince. “…make this right.”

“I know, Jungkook.”

“I’m trying to…” he chokes on his words, his breathing becoming slightly unsteady, “…work this out.”

“Jungkook—”

“I’m trying.”

His palm in your hand becomes so sweaty and you almost want to detangle so you can wipe your hand on your yoga pants. But you keep holding on to his hand, his guilt very apparent to you right now.

You scoot closer to him until your knees are touching, you place yours and Jungkook’s hands in your lap.

“And we’re making it work, we’re taking it slow.”

“It almost feels like our friendship has started over y/n.” Jungkook’s voice cracks, “Like, I don’t remember how to be like we use to be…”

“I told you Jungkook, things probably wouldn’t be the same.” You squeeze his hand in yours, “But that’s okay. We…”

Jungkook looks at you with his doe eyes and you want to melt. You want to melt into a puddle on the floor.

“It may not be the same but could it be better this time around?” Jungkook asks with pleading eyes.

“I hope so baby.” Your other hand reaches forward and caresses Jungkook’s cheek and he leans into your touch, he breathes out, his breaths hitting your palm and you feel yourself getting hotter.

“You rarely call me baby.” Jungkook whispers. “Only time you really did is when we—”

“When we what, Jungkook?” you challenge, your hard stare making him shiver.

“I don’t have to say it.” He says. “Look, wanna get fucking wasted?”

You look at him for a few moments, just staring into his eyes before you crack a smile.

“I dare you to chug your entire glass of wine.” You point at the wine glass with your chin.

“Only if you chug yours.” Jungkook winks.

“Wow, aren’t we some classy bitches?” you joke.

You both clink your glasses together and begin chugging the wine back, the bitter flavor making you wanna puke but you handle it just fine.

“Phew, that was something” you say, trying not to throw up. “wow I am not young anymore, or what?”

“Yup, you’re an old lady. I chugged it like a champ.” Jungkook grins, setting his glass on the table in front of the couch.

“If we aren’t tipsy within the next 5 minutes I am punching someone.”

“I’m starting to wish Nick was home now, I don’t want to fall victim to your fists of fury.”

After several more glasses of wine has been drank, you find yourself snuggling close to Jungkook on the sofa.

“I thought you said no affection.” Jungkook slurs out, teasing you.

“Oh? Should I move away?”

Jungkook pulls you by the arm, making your body fall forward into his side. Closer and closer.

“Never.” Jungkook lays his head on top of yours. “Wanna go lay in bed? More comfortable.”

“Yes yes, sleep over.” You cheer drunkenly. Jungkook stands up and helps you to your feet as well. You fall forward into his arms and he has to half carry you to his room.

Jungkook has the same blue comforter on his bed and it brings you back to a million memories. You wonder how many times Vanessa has been tangled up in this blanket? You don’t even want to ask Jungkook if the sheets are clean…you don’t want to think about him with her.

“Come lay with me.” You slur out as you slip between the sheets. “I want to cuddle.”

“Coming, just gonna grab some water for us.”

“Kay” you respond lazily.

You look around Jungkook’s room, it looks exactly as his last room in the apartment you two shared. Somehow that makes you happy, like not much has changed.

“Okay, drink this.” Jungkook is nudging a glass of water between your lips but you refuse.

“Mm mm.” you shake your head.

“Be a good girl for me.” Jungkook says in a low voice, you blink up at him, opening your mouth to drink the water.

“Good.”

He sets the water down on the nightstand and sinks into bed with you, leaving the lamp on so there’s a nice, warm glow lighting up the room. You immediately snuggle close, your head nuzzling his chest.

“So…was that a date tonight?” Jungkook finds the drunken balls to ask you, finally.

“No.” you answer honestly. “But it could turn out that way.”

You don’t know why you say that. Maybe in hopes to make Jungkook jealous? But why would he be jealous?

“How so?”

“He’s a nice guy.”

“Pshh, I’ll be the judge of that.”

“He is, Jungkook.”

“So you give any nice guy a chance?” Jungkook slurs out. “I can be nice…” he says, barely above a whisper.

“Tell me 3 nice things then.” Your hand lays rest over his stomach, you rub circles on it and he sighs out.

“You’re…” Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip as he thinks, “Really beautiful.” He turns to lay on his side to face you. “Really smart.” His breaths are mingling with your own. “And really funny.”

“What generic answers.” You laugh. “But I’ll take them” you look up into his eyes, they’re dark and beautiful. “Should I compliment you too?” you ask, your drunk mind giving you confidence.

“Yes please.”

“You’re really, like really fun to be with.” Your fingers brush some of his hair out of his eyes, “You make me laugh a lot. And I think you’re really sexy.” You chuckle.

“Sexy?” he slurs out, licking his lips over and over as he watches you nod your head.

“Yeah.” Your hand goes back to his stomach, your fingers go under his shirt, brushing your fingers over his sensitive skin and he releases a long breath as he slowly closes his eyes.

“y/n…” Jungkook whines out quietly, his erratic breaths not going unnoticed by you.

“You like being touched by me?” you whisper.

“Yes.”

You know you are both too drunk right now but you cannot help but continue.

Your fingers dip lower, caressing his lower belly, your touch so light he almost doesn’t feel it. But he does feel it. He feels it.

That same hand crawls up his chest and goes behind his head, gripping a handful of hair and slightly tugging his locks, Jungkook whimpers at the feeling.

Jungkook’s hips rut forward and you feel yourself getting hotter. Jungkook has his eyes screwed shut when you tug his hair again, this time pulling his head back to expose his throat.

Your other hand reaches up and with your pointer finger you drag it from his lips down his throat until you reach his collar bones then you slowly, very slowy drag that same finger down his chest and his toned stomach.

Jungkook tries to steady his breathing but he can’t. Your own breathing not much better. You decide to retreat both hands back to your sides when Jungkook’s eyes shoot open.

He looks down at you, his eyes dark and dreamy.

“You think you can just tease me like that?” Jungkook’s voice is the lowest you’ve heard it. “Huh, y/n?”

Your name slips past his lips in a low, seductive tone and you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together. You’re drunk, you keep reminding yourself. You should stop this. But—

“What are you going to do about it Jeon?”

Jungkook glares at you before he’s smirking, his hands circle around your waist and he pulls you into his body, your chest flush against his. You feel his hard length against your stomach and you swear right then and there you become undeniably wet.

Jungkook just stares at you, stares into your eyes, stares at your lips until he’s breathing so erratically. Your harsh breaths hit his skin and he leans forward until his forehead is touching yours. Your lips so close yet so far.

“We’re drunk.” He slurs out, but there is amusement in his voice.

“Drunk people do things they’re not supposed to all the time.” You tease.

Jungkook’s go from your waist to your hips real quick, he pulls them closer to his crotch. You feel how hard he is at your center and you want to moan out right then and there. The clothed contact feels so fucking good.

“Jung—”

Jungkook desperately brings you in close, his lips connecting with yours. His mouth is warm and moving against yours messily and aggressively. You pause the kiss to moan but then dive right back in. He ruts his hips forward, you feel how desperate he is and you find yourself grinding your hips into his. The pleasure on a whole other level, his clothed cock rubbing against you so deliciously.

His tongue finds its way into your mouth, he plays with your tongue, tangling them together. You continue to moan out, your hands exploring the front of his body until you hand finds its way back into his hair. You know he loves to have his hair pulled, you do. You tug it gently at first, he disconnects his mouth from yours to groan out. Then you’re pulling it a little harder and he’s rutting against you faster. He guides your head to expose your neck to him and he begins sucking bruises, leaving his pretty art work behind.

“y/n.” your name gets dragged out between his teeth and you swear you become even wetter. You yank his head forward until his lips are on yours again, you kiss him over and over until he’s begging to be touched.

But you don’t touch him, no. You just continue to kiss him, like your life depends on it. Your lips move from his mouth to his neck, you suck on his skin as he whimpers out.

Jungkook’s hands grab a hold of your ass, grinding you closer into his crotch and you moan at the feeling. You never knew this much action with clothes on could feel so fucking good.

“Love this ass.” He massages your cheeks and gives them a light spank. You whisper his name over and over, your lips attacking his neck again. You two move desperately against one another, he finds your lips again and kisses you wet and sloppy and you couldn’t be more turned on.

And next thing you know the sun is making its way through his blinds and it’s morning. You’re dead asleep in Jungkook’s arms. The boy snoozing away as well. You two completely oblivious to last night’s adventures.

You begin to open your eyes, taking in your surroundings. That’s right, you’re in Jungkook’s room. You look all around the room until your eyes land on him. You smile softly until you see it. A purple bruise blooming on his neck…several in fact. And last night’s events hit you like a fucking train.

You quickly sit up in bed, panic filling your body when Jungkook begins to stir in his sleep, your action waking him up. He opens his own eyes and sees you staring down at him.

He notices his own evidence of his attack on your neck and goes pale. Then he says the words you’ve been thinking.

“Oh fuck.”

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