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goldenhypen · 24 days

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. ⊹ just like this ˚ ͎ ｡

syn. taking care of jake when he gets sick, all because you refused to bring a jacket.

pair. jake x reader · wc. 1k · contains. fluff, catching a cold, mentions of food/drink

a/n. ^^ jake has the prettiest smile- nearly forgot this was just sitting in my drafts waiting to see the light of day- so now hopefully at least someone can enjoy it :’>

“damn, as much as i love to kiss you, your lips are freezing,” jake explained after he pulled away with hints of worry in his voice. “oh my, your hands are cold too. i told you you should’ve brought a jacket. you’re freezing.”

it had only been a few seconds but somehow, your lips were already missing the warmth of his own on yours.

“n-no”—stupid stutter—you denied through chattering teeth as the rest of your body began to shiver.

“really,” he said in more of a challenging tone through a chuckle, rather than a question, as he perked up a brow.

he already shrugged off most of his own jacket before you could even think of protesting, and within approximately three seconds, his coat was already hung over your shoulders, sheltering you from the chilling breeze, immediately feeling warmth shoot throughout your body.

“better?” he smirked.

“yes,” you half-guiltily admitted. “you’re going to get sick though.”

the frown on your face didn’t leave even as his next words left his throat, “well, better me than you.”

“no, jake,” you said as your pout grew longer.

“you know why?”

“hm?”

he paused as a smirk travelled to his lips before answering, “because then i’ll get to have you as my caretaker.”

“pfft—please. no, you're not. i’m telling you to take your jacket back, but you’re not letting me give it back to you. so that would be your fault.”

“ouch, someone is really eager to not take care of their boyfriend. okay, i see how it is,” he said with a dramatic frown.

you looked at him as you shook your head and rolled your eyes, “jake, no, i—”

“it’s fine! still better me than you though,” he said —if it was even possible—with more drama in his tone than before as he began to walk away.

you ran to catch up with him and took his still warm hand in both of yours as you looked into his eyes, but being the petty boy he was, who liked playing these silly games, he only continued walking, gaze straight ahead, refusing to look in your direction.

the rest of your date went on, with him eventually forgetting how he had planned on staying dramatic for as long as he could, and he made sure his jacket wasn’t let off your shoulders until you both got home, an immediate rush of warm air filling your bodies. momentarily, you took in the relaxing sensation, closing your eyes.

“want some hot cocoa?” jake asked, whipping you back to reality.

you gave him a small smile, followed by a satisfied nod at the idea. you could already feel the hot beverage flowing down your throat, warming up your insides.

you followed jake to the kitchen. and that was when you heard a sneeze just a few feet ahead.

“jake…”

he cleared his throat. “what? it was just a sneeze.”

“if you’re sick—”

“i’m alright. don’t worry.”

sceptical, you nodded.

later as you two cuddled up on the couch under a fluffy blanket, hands wrapped around a nice cup of hot cocoa, jake furrowed his brows. “why is it so cold in here?”

you turned your head to face him with a questioning look. “i’m not cold.”

“it’s so cold.”

“jake, love, i think it’s just you.”

he shivered, putting his mug down before drowning himself under the covers. “cold.”

you hugged him under the ocean of blanket before he said, “i think i’ve got chills.”

you sighed sadly, “and who said they weren’t sick, hm?”

he huffed out a long puff of air from his cheeks. “i don’t feel good, y/n.”

you sighed again softly, feeling bad for the boy. “okay, stay here and rest. i’ll go make you some soup.”

you let go of his already weak and exhausted form before standing up, beginning to make your way toward the kitchen as you heard a “thanks, i love you!”

⎯ ❤︎ ⎯

“okay, i’m back with soup.” you placed it on the table in front of him. “it’s hot, be careful.”

“thanks, love.”

you watched as he took his first few spoonfuls, your hand reached behind his head as you ran it up and down his back soothingly.

after a moment of silence as he drank his soup, a sudden eruption of giggles filled the room.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, subconsciously beginning to laugh with him.

“i love being sick,” he said, turning to you with a cheeky grin.

“i’m sorry, you what?” you laughed, imagining you must’ve heard it wrong.

“i like being sick.”

“what? why?” you asked at his ridiculous statement.

“because i always get to have you take care of me,” he smirked, not so cheeky this time but more happy than anything.

“i—” was all you managed to push out, speechless.

“told you you’d take care of me,” he then said proudly victorious, chin held high. “i know you well enough to know how down bad you are for me, y/n.”

you scoffed in disbelief, “oh, please. you are unbelievable.”

“i might be unbelievable, but i’m not wrong,” he continued playfully.

“okay, mr. smarty pants. you win. i do love you, and what about it?”

he giggled, coming closer and wrapping his arms around your waist, tucking his head into the crook of your neck.

no matter how long you two had been together, him doing this exact form of physical touch never failed to make everything in your body go weak, except your heart, its pace beating so fast, you were almost afraid it would leap out of your chest any minute.

“i love you more,” he breathed into your neck with a smile.

you wrapped your arms around him before starting, “okay, you big baby,” you tapped your hand in a repeating motion on his back, “i think you should get some sleep now. your body needs it.”

you felt as he nodded into your neck. “mhm. just like this.” he said, referring to the way you were tangled in each others arms, bodies sharing warmth, and breaths moving in sync. he closed his eyes. “this is exactly what i need to feel better.”

a/n. ahhh yall pls lmk if you liked this cuz idk if it’s me just second guessing myself but im feeling quite unsure about this one 🫠 and as always, thanks for reading <33

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celestialwhoree · 2 months

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🍒🤍

Simon and his civilian, girly, pink, hyperfem gf thots

He sees her sat at the bar of the 141s local, which admittedly is seedy and kind of gross. Not the place he's want his hypothetical sister, daughter or niece to be hanging out alone.

Based on that, he can only assume that she's waiting for someone, maybe a date considering how dolled up she is in her pretty blush pink dress, the satin ribbon holding the top parts of her hair out of her face.

When she blinks over at him with alluring doll eyes, the date idea goes out the window, and the guys are all egging him on to go buy her a drink, seeing as he almost never tries it on with girls.

When her straw reaches the bare bottom of her glass, he swallows his pride and makes his way over, his burly, black clad body so at odds with her own, practically doll like next to his.

The guys never expect them to go any further, but when he (weirdly) invites them for dinner at his flat and she's pottering happily around the kitchen cooking up a storm, Kyle has to smack Johnny upside the head before he can burst out laughing.

She's so utterly lovely to them all, taking them in like the stray cats she also frequently finds herself bringing back to she and Simons place 'just to take to the shelter'. They currently have four scrawny kittens who totter around her feet wherever she goes like her own little feline entourage.

Simon explains that she's some kind of ridiculously smart child psychotherapist or something along those lines, hence why she's so welcoming, bubbly and generally wonderful.

He knew he was whipped when she got him a really fancy pocket knife for Christmas, kitted out with all the things one could ever need. He didn't ask where she got it or how much she had to cough up for a knife of that quality. He just handed her a stack of presents bigger than her head, piled full of pretty floral lingerie, makeup and a teeny box on top containing a twinkly 'SR' pendant and a little diamond charm.

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valeskafics · 3 months

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"Unknown Caller" - Ghostface!Rafe Cameron x Reader

from an anon request! 🩷

Summary: The power's out on the island, and you're home alone. Or are you?

Word Count: 3,500

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: dubcon, stalking, toxic rafe, afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, knife kink, mask kink, blood kink, overstim, tiddy succin, oral f receiving, fingering, fuccin with a knife, breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, p in v sex, daddy kink, corruption kink

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

Never have you hated your parents so much for moving you to the Outer Banks from sunny California than you do tonight. Hurricane Elizabeth is currently wreaking havoc, battering the Carolina coast, having turned unexpectedly and made landfall. Your parents, out for date night on the mainland, are busy sheltering in place. Though the OBX has been spared from the worst of the storm, there are still heavy rains and the power is currently out all over the island - including Figure Eight, where you reside.

You’re home alone as you hear thunder clapping, laying in bed, trying to distract yourself by reading a Nicholas Sparks novel. So far, moving to North Carolina hasn’t brought a Landon or Noah your way, but it’s only been two years. You’ve found a best friend in your fellow Kook, Sarah Cameron, however, the two of you becoming thick as thieves fairly quickly. You’ve had countless sleepovers at her place, hung out with her and the Pogues many times, and it’s made leaving home a little less difficult of a pill to swallow. Kie, John B, JJ, and Pope are awesome, and you love hanging out with them.

However, you still maintain friendships with some of the Kooks as well, in particular, Scarlett, Topper, and Kelce. Well, friendship may be a stretch, but you’ll say hi to them in the halls, and you’re spared the dirty looks that Sarah and Kie often get.

Then there’s Rafe, but that’s a whole other story.

When you and Sarah became friends, she warned you about her asshole older brother. But the thing is? He was always so nice to you. Sure, you’ve seen him be a jerk to John B and even Topper on occasion, but when it comes to you? He’s always been so fucking sweet and charming. You know Sarah hopes that you’ll develop a crush on JJ or Pope so the two of you can double date or whatever the hell it is she has planned. But in reality? You’ve got a massive crush on her douchebag big brother.

Pining over your best friend’s brother. What a cliche.

With the power out, you’ve been trying to hold off on using your phone, wanting to keep its battery charged in case of a real emergency. You set your book aside, standing up and stretching your arms over your head, your tiny little pink silk pajama set doing precious little to shield you from the chill that pervades the house. You rub your upper arms with your hands, pacing the room, when suddenly? Your phone rings.

You rush to grab it, swiping to answer even though the caller is unknown. It might be your parents, and you know your mom will freak out if you don’t answer.

“Hello?”

You hear a voice on the other end of the line. One that you know immediately doesn’t belong to anyone you were expecting to call. It’s low, gravely, with a strange seductive undertone to it, like honey in your ears. It makes a chill go up your spine, and not in a way that’s entirely unpleasant.

“Hello, cutie. What’re you doing all alone in the dark?”

Outside your window, unbeknownst to you, stands someone quite familiar to you.

None other than Rafe Cameron.

He smirks up at your window, a Ghostface mask covering his handsome face as he watches you pace back and forth in your room, looking adorably confused at the fact that someone has called you.

“Um, it’s three in the morning,” you reply, “It’s obviously gonna be dark.”

“But what’re you doing all alone, pretty girl?” He coos, “Isn’t anyone else in the house with you?”

Not thinking anything of the somewhat intrusive question, you answer, yawning quietly as you stretch again, your tiny little pajama top rising to reveal a sliver of your stomach to Rafe’s greedy eyes. He licks his lips beneath the mask, waiting for you to answer, thinking to himself you look like an adorable little kitten, stretching out like that.

“No, my parents are on the mainland. No more ferries cuz of the storm.”

Perfect.

“Aw, you’re all by yourself? Do you need someone to come keep you company? I could come over and keep you safe, baby…”

You giggle, shaking your head, “I don’t know who you are!”

“Why don’t you let me come over there so we can introduce ourselves to each other then?” He smirks, “And I can keep you safe. We can share the bed, there’s plenty of room for two in there.”

He watches as you smile to yourself, biting your lip, “You’re funny, but no.”

“Aw, come on, baby. You must be scared being home all alone with the power out,” a grin crosses his face at the way the silk fabric clings to your curves, “Come on, lemme come over.”

“Is this Topper? Prank calling people isn’t funny, you know.”

“I’m not Topper, baby,” he assures you, “I’m someone else. I’m just a guy who wants to come over there and keep you warm and safe.”

Rafe sees you flop onto your bed, on your stomach, crossing your legs at the ankle, the sight of your adorable pink pedicured feet kicking the air making him want nothing more than to be in the room with you.

“JJ? This isn’t funny.”

“Not JJ either, baby. And I’m not calling to be funny. Think of me as a secret admirer,” Rafe’s voice drops an octave, growing husky, “Look out your window, baby. Look outside. I see you.”

“I…” Your breath catches in your throat as you walk toward the window. And you see your mystery caller, wearing a Ghostface mask, rain pouring down on him in the storm, donning a hoodie and jeans. You freeze as you whisper, “Pope? John B? This is not cool, I’m so serious right now…”

“It’s not Pope or John B, pretty girl. Neither of them are here. It’s just me, looking up at that pretty little face, that sexy little body. And I really like what I see.”

You quickly shut your curtains, not wanting your stalker to see any more of you than he already has. Rafe, for his part, has never been so fucking hard in his life. Seeing you all scared like that? He waits with bated breath for you to speak again, listening to your soft little pants.

“What do you want?”

“I wanna come in there and get to know you baby,” Rafe purrs, “I want you to let me inside so we can have some fun together.”

He watches from a new vantage point as you walk down the stairs, those gorgeous legs of yours coming into his view ever so slowly. It’s like you want to tease him. Like you want to make him want you. Little fucking tease.

“I’m gonna call the cops,” you threaten, unconvincingly, as you go to lock the front door.”

“How’re you gonna do that, baby?” He hums, “Power’s out on the whole island. Nobody’s gonna answer that call, no matter how cute and helpless you sound.”

You lean against the door, realizing he’s right, “Please leave me alone…”

“Not happening, baby. There’s nobody coming to save you tonight. No one’s gonna save you from me.”

“Well the door’s locked, there’s no way you’re getting in here.”

“You seem to have forgotten something, baby,” he snickers, as if he knows something you don’t.

“What did I forget?”

That’s when you hear it, reeling at the sound like you’ve been slapped in the face. The sound of the back door opening. Shit. You hear his footsteps, his dark little chuckle. This bastard is enjoying how scared you are. Your phone falls to the floor, the sound echoing throughout the foyer as your stalker comes closer and closer. You let out a scream and make a mad dash up the stairs, running into your room. You hide in your closet, behind your laundry hamper, curling yourself up into a ball, making yourself as tiny as possible.

Rafe just laughs, removing his mask to run a hand through his hair, relishing in the thrill of the hunt, before putting it back on and making his way up the stairs. If you want to play hide and seek, ready or not, he’s coming for you. And he’s going to find you. He pushes the door open to your room, kneeling down to check under your bed. He knows you’re here, he can smell your sweet perfume, that coconut scented shampoo you use, your vanilla body wash. All of it so quintessentially you. His little sister’s innocent, beautiful best friend. Fuck, he wants you so bad.

Your heart pounds as you hear his footsteps nearing the closet, stopping just before it. And he speaks.

“I can hear you breathing, honey. Why don’t you make this easy on both of us and just come out of that closet, into my arms, huh?”

You whimper quietly, covering your mouth, and the little sound is enough to drive Rafe to madness. He shoves your hamper aside, grinning beneath his mask when he sees you. You get up and try to run past him, but he grabs you by the wrist, pulling you back to him.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going, angel? I just got here.”

Your wrist is so small and delicate in his grip. The sight of his large hand wrapped around it alone makes his cock twitch in his pants. You move your free hand to try to slap him across the face, which just amuses him. And arouses him. He grabs both your wrists with one hand, grabbing some duct tape from his pocket, binding your hands.

“That was a nice try, baby. Real cute.”

You struggle against him, beating your bound hands against his chest, “No, lemme go!”

Rafe shakes his head, Nah. I’m not gonna let you go anytime soon. You look so cute like this. All small and helpless. I’m going to keep you with me so we can have some fun together.”

You let out a noise of surprise as he manhandles you onto the bed. His body weight pins you down, holding you in place as he pulls a knife from his back pocket, tracing it along your jaw. Your lower lip trembles with fear, though deep down, a primal part of you can’t help but think you enjoy the feeling of the blade against your skin. Its coolness as he brings it to your chin.

“Why are you doing this?”

“You don’t understand?” He asks, almost mockingly, tracing your lips with the blade, watching as you shiver, “It’s obvious that you want me. I’ve seen you looking at me. I’m just giving you an opportunity to act out on your fantasies. You should take it, baby. Take the opportunity to be bad for once. Let me show you how good it can feel…”

You shake your head, “Like you? N-no, I don’t even know who you are! I like Sarah’s brother.”

“Oh, baby. I know.”

You freeze at the implication behind his words, immediately going into denial, “N-no. You’re not Rafe. Rafe is nice to me. He’s sweet to me. He wouldn’t do this, you’re a liar!”

It’s sick and twisted, but watching you refuse to admit the truth makes Rafe’s blood burn hotter than ever, watching your innocent little face, your brows knit together as you try to make sense of all this, “Oh, I’m definitely Rafe. You want me to take this mask off so you can see who I really am?”

“You’re not Rafe! You’re just some psycho! Get away from me!”

“That’s the point, baby,” he says, his blade moving down to your throat, the feeling making your breath catch in your throat, “I want you to admit how psycho I am. You enjoy it. You want it. This is the real me and you fuckin’ love it.”

You watch in horror as he uses one hand to pull the mask from his face, your heart in your throat, your chest heaving as you struggle for breath. And you see him. The boy you’ve had a crush on for the last two years. Your best friend’s older brother.

Rafe fucking Cameron.

“N-no…”

Rafe runs a hand through his hair, shaking it out, before pressing his knife to your throat, “There it is. That look of shock that I was waiting for.” You whimper as he brushes your hair off your face with the knife, blinking rapidly, as if you’re trying to wake up from a bad dream, “You’re so sweet. So innocent. And when you see how bad I can be, it scares you. But deep down inside? It turns you on. You get off on the idea of the bad guy wanting you. Just admit it, baby.”

“If you knew I liked you, why didn’t you just ask me out like a normal person?” You question, squirming against him, doing your best to ignore the throbbing between your thighs at the little groan he lets out when you rub up against his cock.

“Where’s the fun in that? This is so much more exciting isn’t it?” There’s a manic glint in his eyes as they bore into your own, almost burning through you, “You might’ve said no if I just asked you normally. This way? You don’t have a fuckin’ choice. And deep down, we both know you don’t mind that. You don’t want to be in control. You want me to dominate you. You want the bad boy to take control.”

“Please let me go,” you plead, your eyes watering, the sight of your sweet, teary eyes driving him wild, “I won’t tell Sarah or anyone-”

“You’re crying, baby?” He coos, “You’re so pretty when you cry.”

Tears begin falling down your cheeks and all it does is excite him even more, the sight of you so vulnerable beneath him, “Rafe, please, let me go…”

And he fucking laughs at the idea, “I think I’ve finally got you right where I want you, angel. How am I gonna let you go?” He watches the way you shiver as he traces your breast over the silk fabric of your pajamas, your nipple hardening at the feeling, your entire body trembling, “Aw, baby, you cold? Let Daddy warm you up.”

“Are you gonna hurt me?”

“Hurt you? I could never hurt you,” he replies honestly, continuing to tease you with the blade, “I just wanna show you how good it feels to be bad. To let out your secrets and desires. You can trust me, baby. Tell me how much you like this. Me teasing you with this little knife. I bet you’re so fuckin’ wet from this.”

“I…” You gasp as he cuts open the strap of your pajama top, the blade nicking your skin.

Rafe moves to lap at the crimson blood that stains your soft flesh, groaning as he tastes it. You press your thighs together, the feeling of his tongue lapping at your blood being almost too much to handle. He cuts the other strap, and then? Cuts the shirt in two, a lascivious smile spreading across his face at the sight of your soft, full breasts, lips moving to wrap around one of your nipples, those icy blue eyes staring into yours as he suckles at you, his knife held to your throat.

It’s so obvious you’re enjoying this. He just needs you to fucking admit it. He drags his knife down between your breasts, down your stomach, before he reaches the waistband of your shorts. He flips the blade, so that the handle is facing you, and begins to tease your pussy over the silk fabric, making you gasp, feeling the hilt rubbing against your clit.

“Just admit you like this, baby. Be honest, I can feel how fuckin’ wet you are, soaked through these pathetic little shorts. Just tell me you want this and I’ll give you what you need.”

Desperate for him, wanting to feel his fingers, his tongue, anything, you admit, barely above a whisper, “I like it. It’s sick and wrong. But I like it.”

Rafe grins, leaning in close to you, his lips nearly brushing against yours, grinding his hips against yours, “Good girl. Such a good girl for me, baby. Now, let’s see how much you can handle from me.”

He kisses you, and it’s everything you ever fantasized about. His kiss is hot and sloppy and desperate, his tongue moving against yours as his mouth dominates your own. Rafe slices your pajama shorts open as he continues kissing you, the hilt of his knife brushing against your bare cunt, pushing inside you. You gasp against his lips as he moves the instrument in and out of you, teasing you with what’s yet to come. You moan against his lips, raising your bound hands to rest around his neck, his forehead pressed to yours as he gazes into your eyes, fucking you with his knife. It doesn’t take long for you to lose yourself, your head falling back against the pillow as you let out a cry of his name.

No, not his name.

“Daddy.”

Rafe grins, lips trailing down your chest, your stomach, down to your pussy, lapping up your juices eagerly, moaning your name as he begins to suckle at your swollen clit, your toes curling at the feeling. He makes the most lewd slurping noises as he alternates between sucking at your clit and fucking you with his tongue, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a pace that has your head reeling, over and over, finding your sweet spot and rubbing against it furiously, making you squirm and writhe against him. He presses his knife against your thigh, a silent reminder of the power he holds over you, and the small action alone is enough to send you careening over the age, your arousal coating his tongue as he eagerly tastes you.

You watch as Rafe undoes his jeans, just enough to free his cock. You pout slightly, wanting to see all of him, but this is just another way for him to remind you who it is that’s in charge here. You’re naked and vulnerable beneath him, your body all but screaming for his touch, he has control over you. So fucking pliant and soft, he thinks to himself, stopping short when he hears you voice a request he never thought he’d hear from you.

“Can you wear the mask while you fuck me?”

Rafe nods, pulling the mask on immediately, grabbing his cock by the base, slapping the tip against your swollen clit. You whine, bucking your hips against him as he pushes inside you, excruciatingly slow, the sting being almost unbearable at first, but the pain giving way to pleasure like you’ve never known before. Rafe fucks into you like a feral, depraved beast, his hand wrapped around your throat, restricting your airflow, watching you gaze up at him with hazy doe eyes, his knife to your chest as he ruts against you.

“Gonna fill you up so good, baby,” he snarls, “Can feel that pretty little pussy squeezing around me so fuckin’ tight. You’re so wet. So fuckin’ warm. Feels so good. Gonna keep you with me forever. You’re not gonna ever want anyone except for me, isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you sigh contentedly as he pounds into you over and over, your walls hugging him tight, getting closer and closer to your peak, soaking his cock, “Fuck, it’s too much, Rafe-”

“Not Rafe,” he taunts, squeezing your throat, moving against you faster and faster, his stomach tightening as he feels you clenching around him, your poor little cunt oversensitized and already halfway to your next climax, the thought making him grin, “Call me Daddy, baby. Be a good girl.”

“Daddy, it’s too much,” you cry out, clinging to him, “Too much-”

“No, baby, you can give me another one,” he chuckles darkly, “I know you can. You’re gonna come with me this time. Wanna feel that sweet little pussy creaming all over me again while I fill you up. Gonna watch my cum spilling out of you. You’re gonna love it, baby.”

One, two more thrusts, and you’re crying out as you reach your peak again, your body shaking, trembling as he gives another thrust, thick hot ropes of cum spilling inside you. He moves to take off the mask, kissing your forehead, your nose, then your lips, soothing you as you come down from your high, slicing the tape open to free your hands. You cling to Rafe, startling slightly as the lights come back on. You meet his gaze, brushing your lips against his, wanting his warmth.

“It’s okay, baby, go to sleep,” he murmurs softly, cradling you to his chest, “I’ll be here when you wake up. I’m all yours and you’re all mine, baby. Daddy’s here to take care of you now.”

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solaireverie · 4 months

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f1 | i'd be the man

summary: [ drabbles ] you're the formula one driver and he's your wag. (aka the toto wolff-ification of the fast car boys)

warnings: mentions of racism and sexism

author's note: i had so much fun coming up with non-f1 jobs 😂 i'm convinced that most of the boys would still be obsessed with f1. considering doing this for other drivers, drop some suggestions? 👀

→ CHARLES LECLERC

Charles is a fashion designer who works for one of your sponsors. You find his designs slightly... peculiar and aren't afraid to tell him. Determined to prove you wrong about his vision, Charles volunteers to be your primary point of contact for your partnership with the fashion house.

Your meetings are contentious in the beginning, neither of you understanding the other. You leave each consultation with a throbbing migraine and a barely suppressed urge to throw something at Charles. If only he weren't so damned stubborn. (At the same time, you know that his passion for his craft is half of why you even deign to meet with him.)

A grudging respect forms between you after months of friction and endless banter about what exactly you want your sponsorship to look like. If hard-pressed, you might even call it a friendship.

Charles has been a Formula 1 fan since childhood and is secretly a fan of yours. You find out after you meet him for a design meeting after a rough race and he suddenly goes on a rant about how the driver who took you out was being ridiculous and how you deserved better. You're completely charmed and interrupt him by asking him out on a date.

He's the absolute best boyfriend that you could ever ask for, following you to all the European races and supporting you from Monaco when he can't make it. Charles delights in being able to provide a bit of stability for you in your hectic life. He puts up photos of your race wins in his studio and proudly tells all of his clients about his girlfriend and her achievements.

(You still won't listen to his fashion advice, though.)

→ MAX VERSTAPPEN

Max runs the cat shelter that you adopt your cat from. You notice how cute he is the first time you meet him but you're too shy to make a move — besides, Max cherishes his quiet life and you don't know how open he would be to associating with a public figure like a Formula 1 driver. Still, he's funny and kind and you somehow keep talking.

It starts out innocuously, just pictures and updates about your new cat (because Max cares about all of the cats that he's ever taken care of, even the ones that have been adopted into good homes) and occasional behind-the-scenes updates when you find out that Max likes Formula 1.

Without realizing it, Max becomes one of your closest friends. He catsits for you when you're out of the country for races, picks you up from the airport after international races, and cheerfully beats you at sim racing whenever you have the opportunity to game together.

Max realizes that you're basically dating around a year into your friendship. You sleep at his place, in his bed, more often than not. Sassy likes you more than she likes him. You have his coffee order memorized and he knows your parents. (Your mother adores him and constantly encourages you to make a move.)

He's patient, however, and waits for you to realize your own feelings as well. Dating comes as naturally for you as your friendship did. Although Max doesn't always enjoy the media scrutiny that comes with dating a Formula 1 driver, he takes full advantage of the attention to defend you at any given chance.

In fact, you've been asked multiple times by your team principal to get your boyfriend to calm down before he offends another driver, but you wouldn't change Max for the world.

→ LANDO NORRIS

Lando is a Twitch streamer with a decent following who specializes in gaming, especially e-motorsports. He gets the chance to visit your team's garage when he wins a e-sport tournament. He's an unabashed simp fan and immediately makes a fool of himself when he meets you, but you find it adorable.

(Lando swears up and down to anyone who'll listen that he didn't mean to blush and accidentally propose on the spot.)

You cheekily tell him to take you out on a date first and he surprisingly gets his act together and actually follows through. Lando is incredibly kind and clumsily charming despite his awkward exterior. You can tell that he genuinely likes spending time with you and wants to hear what you have to say.

Lando switches to Youtube and vlogging when your relationship stabilizes so he can spend more time with you. His fans — and yours — love catching glimpses of his elusive Formula 1 driver girlfriend in his videos. It's a running joke among his fans that Lando is your sugar baby, which Lando finds extremely funny and shamelessly accepts.

Eventually, both of you realize that you've found the love of your life and you start thinking about marriage. You propose to each other at the same time, on the vacation that you each planned for the other, while your mutual friends who knew about both sides die of laughter from the sidelines.

Lando insists on taking your name as well and declares that he's now officially your trophy husband.

("Get it? You get trophies from your job, which brought us together, so technically I'm a trophy now too?" "Yes, Lando, I understand double entendres perfectly well." "Ooooh French, fancy!")

→ LEWIS HAMILTON

You meet Lewis in your childhood. He karts at the same track as you and you bond over the shared experience of being "other" from the other drivers. No one ever bets on either of you to be fast, to win, so you bet on each other. Lewis supports you with his entire being, even when he chooses to leave racing to chase other dreams. You dreamed of reaching Formula 1 together but Lewis, in this world, is happy cheering from the paddock.

Everyone around you is convinced that you're dating Lewis, who has become a highly successful model and philanthropist. Who else would would take time out of their insanely busy life to follow you around the world? The closeness between you doesn't help either — Lewis acts like your partner more often than not.

Despite appearances, however, Lewis is just your best friend, and it stays that way until a PR disaster with your respective relationships calls for extensive damage control. The best distraction that your media teams can come up with is that you fake-date each other: what better to appease the masses with than the ever-beloved tale of childhood friends to lovers?

The fake relationship changes something in your previously stable friendship. Suddenly, you can't stop seeing Lewis in a different light and you find yourself wishing that the romance was real. You're terrified of losing one of the most important people in your life, so you keep quiet about your true feelings for months as things calm down.

Eventually, your manager gives the all-clear to end the ruse and you end up scrambling for a reason to maintain it. By that time, Lewis has caught on to you. He stops by one night with a bottle of wine and your favorite movie. As the credits play, he leans over and kisses you softly — the first time he's kissed you out of the eye of the public.

You're lost for words and he quietly assures you that no matter what happens if you pursue a real relationship, he'll always be your Lewis.

Ten years later, happily married with a couple of championships under your belt, you couldn't be happier that you had chosen to say "hi" to the boy at the karting track.

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hydrobunny · 11 months

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meet me in the pouring rain

tags: comfort, established relationship, aftermath of fights, happy ending!!!!!

obviously, you two had your fights. it would be stupid to think you didn't: stupid to assume the two of you were constantly perfect.

you curl up by the door of your bedroom, trying to stop yourself from crying.

you hated this. you hated how you had expected anything different. of course sae itoshi would choose football over you. it was what he had been doing for his entire life.

but why had you thought today would be something different? just because it was your birthday?

you had asked him if you two were doing anything so excitedly, so stupidly. he had looked at you with the blankest expression you had seen.

and of course when you tried to press the matter, he had snapped at you that he was busy- to not bother him before practice.

and the words had spewed out of your mouth, telling him to get on with it and get out of the house.

sae hadn't argued further, merely blinking at you in vague confusion before slamming the door behind him.

he hadn't returned for lunch. and with the sheer amount of rain outside, you knew he couldn't be practicing still. (well, you mused, there was a slight chance.)

but that meant he had to be taking shelter somewhere away from your home, somewhere with other people.

lightning crackled outside. the rain was really coming on in droves now. you curl further into a ball and listen to your own heartbeat, steady and calming.

the notification sound of your phone was a scare, and you flinch, hard. you look around for the source of the noise. the dings continue on and on.

when you finally find your phone, you're stunned to see the contact sae <33

the messages are a clear change from his usual short ones, practically an entire chain of frantic words. it's a drastic change compared to the dead silence he's been giving you today.

y/n

fuck i'm sorry

i didn't mean what i did in the morning

i forgot the date i'm so sorry

y/n?

i'm outside. you don't have to come if you don't want to. i'll stay.

you stare at that last message. sae was-

you run to her window, heart rate rising. you can barely see past the sheer amount of rain slamming down.

but sae was there. you can make out his vague form, the rain unforgivably landing on top of his head.

you almost fall down the stairs with how fast you run down. you skid to a stop in front of the door.

your hand turns on the knob.

“sae,” you breathe out.

sae looks at you with a bouquet of soaked roses and a small box, looking more like a drowned rat than the boyfriend you knew.

“you're going to get sick,” you sputter. “what were you-”

“i love you,” sae interrupts, eyes glowing with an intensity unfamiliar to you.

you've only seen that look on the field, when he's truly concentrating.

"i'm so fucking sorry," he continues. "i need you to know that you are my first priority. i know i don't act like it- but you're the best thing that's happened to me."

your mouth hangs open, your voice weak. "come inside."

he does. you gently take the roses from him and place them on the table. he pockets the box, and you don't question him.

sae waits patiently for you to speak.

"i'm sorry too," you finally say. "i shouldn't have-"

he grabs onto your hands, squeezing reassuringly. "don't apologize. im the one who forgot. it's not-it'll never be your fault."

you swallow. "i love you. but you should really go change-"

"before that," sae digs back into his pocket and pulls out the neatly wrapped box. "here."

the wrapping paper gives easily underneath your nails. you eye the box warily. it's clearly jewelry, so you crack the thing open-

"jesus christ-" you fumble the box.

sae catches it easily, raising one eyebrow.

"you got a ring?"

"it's not what you think it is." he hums, gently taking the ring out of the box. it's a pretty little thing, all delicate and fragile looking. "my proposal wouldn't be this tacky."

you stare at him. "so the ring is..."

"a promise," he answers as he slides it carefully onto your finger. "for a better one eventually."

the blood rushes to your face immediately. sae doesn't seem phased at all, even if he's just confessed that he's going to marry you.

"i-"

sae sneezes. once, and then twice.

you grab his arm. "okay. you are getting into some warm clothes."

he frowns, but follows you up the stairs anyway.

when the two of you reach the bedroom, you stop him by the door.

"you know, i only wanted two words."

his head tilts almost imperceptibly, confusion leaking-

sae smiles. "happy birthday."

#itoshi sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #sae x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock #blue lock x reader #hydrobunny #why do they not have a porch with a roof? who knows

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nelkcats · 1 year

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Crow services

After Danny died he noticed that some animals had become more attached to him while others had moved away. Aggressive or death related animals seemed to react positively to his presence, although friendlier animals such as birds tended to fly away.

Of course, none of this prepared him for the number of crows that landed on his window daily. At first he was scared that they would consider him a corpse and try to eat him but after the third time they brought him a shiny object he assumed they just liked him.

Those crows became very fond of him, they let him pet them, they would perch on his head or shoulders, always present and sometimes even watching over him (A particularly intelligent crow he named Poe would drive his parents away with distractions).

So when he moved to Gotham to complete his studies he prepared for a farewell to his feathered friends; said friends simply ignored him and followed him around the city. Danny assumed he wasn't going to be able to fight them, so he let them be.

This is how the phenomenon called "The Invasion of Crows" began in Gotham, the animals were not aggressive but mostly indifferent, some of them agreed to carry letters as homing pigeons (After Danny asked them for the favor) starting "Crow services"

As long as you had the money or something shiny to pay them the birds would carry messages from one place to another, ironically they would give that payment to Danny, who only sighed and let them pass to his apartment, giving them: some food, shelter and a place to sleep, although he was worried the moment his neighbor would complain about the noise.

At first he let them stay on the streets because they were supposed to be free, but after the sixth time he caught Damian Wayne trying to adopt one he just rolled his eyes and now the little ones were living with him.

So yes, when Jason finally decided to visit his neighbor he didn't expect the red eyed crowd staring at him and judging his actions, one in particular lunged at him and he swore he was about to gouge his eyes out before a voice yelled "Poe, wait! "

Said crow looked at him for a few more seconds before perch on the head of the prettiest boy he had ever seen, who approached to offer him a hand "I'm sorry, they're very overprotective" he muttered worried.

Jason almost fell over laughing when he noticed that this was B's "weird case" about the rise in crows alongside the supposed "new rogue" in town, when all he saw was a college boy with a murder of crows living in his house, maybe creating a new messaging system.

He was going to have so much fun with this, maybe he'd even manage to go on a date with his eyes intact, who knows.

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bonny-kookoo · 6 months

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Jungkook

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 🍒

Sometimes love doesn't make sense.

Tags/Warnings: Tattoo artist/Piercer Jungkook, Pastel!Reader, opposites attract, Strangers to lovers, Fluff, suggestive flirting, adult themes but no smut, consensual hand holding

Length: ~4k

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"Uhm-" you wonder, stepping inside the store to be greeted by the guy you know as Jimin.

"Hi, my friend has an appointment?" you say, and the artist stands up and walks closer. Your friend stays close to you, buzzing with the excitement of getting her first tattoo ever- too shy to say anything.

When it comes to that, you're a little ahead of her. As long as the person isn't intimidating, you're fine talking to them, asking for help or anything alike.

"Yeah, it was the dragon on her back, right?" and your friend nods. "I've got it all prepared already. Wanna come downstairs with me, I'll explain the rest of it there?" Jimin kindly says, taking her coat and leading her downstairs where you assume everyone works. "Oh, you can just wait in the back there, or stroll around town. It'll take a while." he says, and you nod, a bit unsure now after being left alone.

"Hm?" a voice chimes up, before he speaks again. "Oh, Thought I heard something." the guy comes into view, and suddenly you can't talk.

This is what you can't talk to.

Intimidating? Heavy boots and black clothes, silver chains and piercings and a fully inked sleeve including his hand present themselves to you, muscles free since he's only wearing a black sleeveless top that should be illegal for him to wear. His smile is the friendliest you've ever seen, reaching his eyes and his slightly wild hair just makes him look even better, sides buzzed down to mere millimeters left- you want to disappear from the earth and his memory forever.

Fuck. He's looking like every goth-girl's wet dream while you're dressed in a pastel colored dress and thick knee high socks to keep your feet warm in this cold weather. Great.

"You can sit here in the back with me, otherwise you'll catch a cold from all the cold air blowing in every time the door opens." he recommends, pointing to a couch in a corner that you assume is where they all spend their breaks. Awesome, he's a gentleman as well it seems, making it all even worse for you. "You want something to drink? I've got tea or coffee." he wonders, and you meekly press out a 'tea, please.', making him chuckle.

He probably thinks you're nothing more than a child, with the way you look so out of place.

You envy your friend in that department. She's got piercings, she knows cool friends, she has exciting stories to tell. Meanwhile you sit at home and knit sweaters and blankets, help out at the local animal shelter because you get to pet the cats and dogs all day, or work at the library where you aid tourists find the town's guide.

"Your friend was the tall girl, right?" he asks, coming in with two cups, one of which he sets down on front of you. "I'm Jungkook by the way." he introduces himself, smiling before he leans back in his seat. Of course he's interested in her, you think. She's exactly his type, though he looks quite a few years older than her.

Well- the least you can do is help her find a date.

"Ah, yeah, she's my friend. Best friend." you say, pulling the cup of tea closer. "Thank you, for the tea." you say politely, and he grins in front of you.

"No problem." he waves off.

"She's uh.. She works at a car-uh.. She does those paint jobs. Like, those complicated one's that look realistic and all that." you try and explain. "I.. Forgot what it's called though. But uhm.. You can ask her later maybe?" you say, and he shrugs, setting down his cup before he smirks impishly, tongue playing with his lip ring in a manner that you can only describe as illegal.

"I probably could do that-" he starts, before he tilts his head a little to the side, body leaning forward. "-but I'd rather get to know you a little more." he wonders, and you almost choke on your tea- but you're composing yourself. "Maybe I could start by asking if you've got a boyfriend?"

Well, so much for composing yourself.

Your wide eyes look at him scandalized, and he giggles at the sight of it. "I- uh, no, I mean no I don't have one, to be honest-" you laugh a bit nervously. "-guys don't.. I- most guys don't really look my way, you know. So I thought, you know, considering-" you motion up and down towards him, "-you'd be more interested in my friend." you ramble, and he just shakes his head, smiling.

"I mean, she seems nice- but, I don't know either." he shrugs. "Something about you- it's hard to explain."

You shift a little on the spot now, unsure what to do in a situation like this. Typically, you shut down guys quickly, scared of what's to come. But you also don't want to keep doing exactly that- not when you've got the chance of something right in front of you like that. For the first time, someone's actively interested in you. Someone who seems nice, that is.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable, by the way." Jungkook suddenly rips out of your thoughts. He leans back again, giving you space, and it makes you feel a little deflated. Did you blow it already? Oh god you screwed it over, didn't you?

"No, you're not, don't worry." you say, looking down. "I just.. I'm not used to this. I'm usually always the wingman instead- or.. Wing-woman?" you think, and he laughs.

"Hard to believe, but I'll take your word for it." he says, still friendly. "So, I'm wondering- any tattoos? Piercings?" he wonders, and you nod- instantly making his eyes sparkle in interest. "Oh- can I ask what it is, or do you want to let me find out later?" he says, and you instantly turn red, making him laugh. "Sorry, sorry- I'll stop, promise." he waves off. "..for now."

You laugh at his antics, unable to keep a straight face by now. "You seem like you know your way around with girls." you say without thinking, before you hurriedly correct yourself. "I-I mean I don't mean that your like, a fuckboy or something or- maybe you are that's fine too! I don't judge but- oh god.." you put your head in your hand. "You know what? I'll just wait here for her, I'm so sorry." you mumble more or less.

But much to your surprise, he simply laughs, head thrown back for a second before he grins at you, front teeth slightly protruding, giving him a bunny smile.

"You're so cute, I swear." he says, shaking his head. "I- is it okay if I ask for your number?" he wonders, and you look at him for a good moment, squinting your eyes as if you test to see if he's serious.

"I.. Sure..?" you say, pulling out your phone with all the different charms attached. He grins and shakes his head amused, though clearly excited as you type in your number into his phone before calling yourself to make sure it's correct.

"So!" he grins. "Since your friend is gonna still be out of order for a good four hours downstairs," Jungkook stands up to hold out his hand. "You up for some boba for our first date?" he asks, looking down at you even though you're standing as well by now.

And you nod, walking next to him through the slight October fog outside in town, his hand warming up yours.

You don't even realize how.. easy it feels, right away. His hand holding yours is not demanding, giving you the option to let go at any point, but you don't mind holding it. It's warm, comfortable, and it also makes you wonder if that's something he enjoys. Did he date a lot already? He certainly looks like he got the choice, girls probably falling for him fairly easily.

Well.. you're already trusting him too. How ironic.

"Just tell me which one you want, I'll go order." he says later, holding out a hand in case you lose balance as you clean off the rain from your boots as to not bring it all into the small store. "I'll pay too by the way, no but's!" he grins, while you look up at him with a pleading look.

"No, I'll give you the money back for mine." you say.

"But then it's not a date!" he argues back, a whine in his voice as if to mock the way you just spoke to him. "then it's just- two people getting a drink at the same time."

"what's so bad about that?" you laugh, crossing your arms without thinking- an action he playfully copies, pushing out his chest, fabric of his jacket stretching over his biceps.

"That it's not a date!" he says, before laughing as he relaxes, talking more quietly now with a lower, more serious tone. "Alright, in all seriousness though, I'd still like to pay even if there's no date." he tells you.

"I- no, a date is fine, it can be a date.." you say. "I just don't want to.. Come off as a leech for taking your money if you end up not liking me-" you ramble, and he smiles warmly, holding your shoulders before his warm palms touch your cheeks for a second.

"You're overthinking too much." he giggles, before letting go of you. "right now, I like you very much. And even if we don't end up working out, I'm not that kind of guy to go around and talk shit about people." he shrugs.

You sigh at that, before pointing towards an item on the menu. "..can you- I don't like that much ice in mine.?" you say, and he nods, before walking towards the worker to order.

He's oddly okay with you, you've noticed.

Normally, people and especially guys get frustrated easily due to the fact that you've got trouble deciding things, or that you don't like ordering, or that you quickly feel bad because your brain thinks the worst about every single word that's said to you. But he seems nice enough, doesn't come off as annoyed or anything. Despite his way of talking and his outer appearance, Jungkook feels nice to have around.

You wonder how a guy like him can be single.

Or maybe he isnt? Maybe he's into the BDSM scene, a swinger, or in an open relationship, and he just want to offer you a threesome? He looks like he might be into that stuff, like a dominant guy that enjoys taking control over his partner in the bedroom. Does he tie people up? You've seen stuff like that before, and it's not something you'd be opposed to if he'd be the one to-

Wow, alright, exit was three miles ago.

"Everything alright?" he chuckles, snapping you out of your thoughts, amusing him as he notices the way you turn red. "Been staring at my ass? Can't blame you, honestly." he jokes, making you hit his shoulder playfully before you take your plastic cup from him. "Hey, this might sound super shady and you don't have to say yes-" he starts, stepping out the small store with you where it had started to snow again. "-but I've got my apartment a few minutes from here, and it's freezing cold, so-" he takes your hand and looks down at you. "-you wanna go to my place?"

You're nervous now, more than ever. Thoughts are entertaining, they're safe and most of all yours and not real, but the prospect of potentially going into an apartment you don't know, with a guy you don't know, is scary. What if he's actually a serial killer, or really into BDSM and you'll get involved in some shady fifty shades stuff-

"-you really don't have to say yes. We can just go back to the Tattoo shop and talk there, I don't mind." he reassures, and you still don't answer. "What's worrying you? Maybe I can help."

"I-" you start, unsure, and fingers already hurting from the cold cup as you both walk outside the small store, walking side by side. You enjoy this a bit more- without holding his hand, you feel safer having a discussion like that. "-you know, guys only take girls to their place for.. Stuff, and I'm not like that, but I also kind of want to be but at the same time it's scary-"

"Hey, no, I'm not out for blood if you mean that." he chuckles, holding out his arm to make sure you wait until a car has passed the road you're both trying to cross. "Like, I'm not gonna lie and say I've never had one-night-stands or quickies or whatever, but right now I'm interested in you, first and foremost." he explains, his rather blunt words causing an elderly lady to turn her head scandalized as she walks past. "Also, I'm into begging. I'll only fuck you if you ask nicely." he smirks down at you next to him, before laughing out loud at your wide eyes and red ears.

"I-" you struggle to form words. But you're also horribly cold. "Alright then. I mean not the fucking part, at least not right now maybe sometime in the fut- where was your apartment again?" you stutter, and he grins so hard his eyes almost close.

"You're so fucking cute, my god." he shakes his head, before taking your hand again. "It's right down this road." he simply tells you, before you both find yourself in front of an apartment building where he takes you upstairs to his door. "Ah, I didn't clean up, by the way. It's a bit chaotic." he sheepishly offers, before the door opens.

It's warm, inviting. Doesn't smell bad, and it's not as chaotic as he told you it would be, Jungkook walking inside before you walk around, inspecting the apartment.

"I've put your boots in my shower, in case you're wondering where they are." he says after emerging from his bathroom, opening a window a little to air out the apartment. "make yourself at home, don't be so stiff." he chuckles, smiling when you visibly relax.

He sits close to you on the couch, but keeps a respectful distance between the two of you. He watches as you inspect a hole in a blanket he's got on the couch, shrugging. "My friend has a dog. Small little shit tore a hole in there, but it's still good so I keep the blanket."

"It's an easy fix." you say. "If you take those two parts of the yarn and then those, you can just tie them together so it doesn't rip open any further." you explain, and he tilts his head a little.

"Oh? Do you knit?" he wonders, and you nod.

"I.. My hobbies are kind of lame. I knit, and I help at the shelter a little away from the town. Other than that, I just.. Kind of exist in my apartment." you tell him. "I work at a library near the main train station. So, I'm not really interesting." you say, while he shakes his head.

"Don't say that. I think that's all pretty cool." he reassures. "Sounds like you've made a cozy life for yourself. That's pretty impressive considering today's times." he says. "I've always been.. Unsatisfied. With almost everything." he shrugs, leaning back, socked feet resting on the edge of his couch you're both sitting on.

"How so?" you wonder, taking a sip from your drink, before putting it back onto the small table.

"I don't know." he explains vaguely. "I guess I always had way too big dreams and aspirations. And now that I'm at that age I back then wanted to be, I feel like I wasted all my time with nothing but short-lived successes and people who only wanted me for the moment."

"Kind of.. Reminds me of myself." you giggle. "I.. When I was young, even a teenager, I always said I won't have kids. But these days, I kind of think, in the future I want them. Not right now, but one day. I wanna have a family and stuff, live in a house and have a dog and a cat and a husband and all that." you giggle. "like I said, not right now- but in the future."

"Hmhm. I never wanted to marry either. Thought that's just bullshit." he says. "But now, after seeing some of my friends have that, I'm envious. I want that too. A partner for life, I mean. A boring life." he says.

You hum a reply, nodding to yourself, a bit of quietness falling over the both of you, before he moves again, sitting down more comfortably turned towards you.

"I.. Would really like to get to know you. Seriously, I mean." he starts explaining. "Like I said, I.. Don't know what it is exactly, but you're.. Fuck you make me all weird." he laughs. "I wanna stay in contact with you, if you'd like. We could watch a movie? Only Netflix, no deep-throating during commercial breaks, promise!" he jokes, before adding, "..except if you're up for it." he giggles when you hide your face for a good second, laughing.

"I don't even know how to do that!" you laugh, making him raise his eyebrows while playing with his lip ring.

"Oh I can teach you, don't worry about that." he teases.

"I'm sure you can.." you mumble more or less, sipping on your drink. But your sentence seems to make him curious, eyes gaining a challenging glimmer as he leans forward.

"No no no, let's rewind a bit there." he says. "Just so I know where I'm at. You a virgin?" he wonders, and you pull your legs closer to yourself.

"..no." you shrug. "But.. I highly doubt I'm as adventurous as you." you tell him, making Jungkook smirk a little, as if challenged.

"Are you? What do you think I'm into then?" he wonders. "I've got a feeling you've made up your mind about me more than I thought."

"I mean, I don't know?" you say. "You.. It's not that hard to have more experience than me. I only had sex like.. Twice, and it's honestly not really for me." you shrug. "it's weird to.. Ugh I don't know."

"No, you do know, you just don't want to say it out loud." he clears up for you, making you nod. "Did you ever have an orgasm?"

"Jungkook!" you bark out scandalized, making him raise his hands in playful defense.

"What? You gotta ask these days, men are shit in bed most of the time, I have to admit that!" he laughs, shamelessly talking about this as if it's nothing but the weather outside. "So? Did you?" he wonders, and you shrug. "So you didn't?"

"I- don't know!" you say, a little glad you can finally talk to someone about it, hesitation finally breaking as you get the chance to make your frustration some room. "It's different when I do it myself. Like, then I'm pretty sure I have one? But when I had sex it was different, like I was almost kind of there but also not.." you lean your head on the backrest of his couch.

"Sounds like you didn't then." he tells you. "See, there's women out there who can't cum from penetration at all. The key ingredient is being fucking attentive." he explains. "I got more than just my dick, is what I'm trying to tell." he says, wiggling his fingers in front of his face, several rings adoring some of them- and you laugh.

"You sound like you're trying to get me to have sex with you right now." you joke, but he just shrugs his shoulders, tongue poking against his cheek for a moment.

"I'd fuck you any day you'd let me." he simply answers, eyes on yours. "After all, I gotta check out those tattoos you said you have." he flirts, and you move around a little, air between you both getting thicker. At this point, you can't deny the attraction. And with the way he talks and treats you, you're sure you'd let him prove his point as well. Right now. No regrets.

He notices the way your eyes fall to his lips, getting attached at the silver piercings there for a good moment, before you find his warm eyes again. And even though he really did not intent to be so forward so fast, he still scoots closer, tests the waters, places his arms on either side of you before the tip of his nose almost touches yours.

"Been wondering for a while now.." he starts, licking his lips before he looks down to yours, face tilting a bit as he looks at you. "..what flavor that lipgloss might be." he jokes, before he can't help himself.

You've not been kissed often in your life, not even in relationships. But you know for a fact that there's no experience comparable to the way he kisses you- not only his lips, but also his hands craving you it seems, making you feel completely under his spell. He's not just kissing you with his lips. He's using his hands, his tongue, knows clearly how to create a moment.

Your phone rings.

His rings soon after.

He laughs- and so do you.

It's a little awkward for a second, before he sends a message informing his coworker that you're on your way back, his grin still evident, never vanishing it seems. "so..?" you wonder having stood up to go grab your coat.

"So?" he parrots back, standing up as well to walk closer to you.

"What flavor is it?" you shyly try and flirt, and he laughs, leaning down to kiss you again, just a peck, and another, and just one last one before he parts with laughter.

"I'd say cherry-" he grins, watching you tie your boots in his hallway before he cages you in at his front door again the second you stand back up, unable to resist you now that you gave him the chance to taste you.

"But let me make sure I got it right."

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