#Big Ticket OC Game

[tell-me-about-your-ocs]

Query #6!

Never have I ever, created AUs/fanfiction for my own stories/characters.

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[sobredunia]

i need you to understand im printing out pictures of the kenikari blorbos after school to put on my bedframe or in my desk or my phone case or whatever- they r very shaped. and give me brain worms.

[another-lost-mc]

Shower Thoughts: Their bathing habits, with and without you.

Featuring: The Demon Brothers x gn!Reader

NSFW // Content: Domestic fluff and non-explicit smut. Sharing a bath/shower together; sexual and non-sexual touching; mentions of teasing, semi-public sex (showering together in the RAD locker room), penetration (Reader receiving).

A/N: Shaking off the rust. I blame the new Nightmare cards by the way. I wanted to write this for the OCs and figured I should show some of the others some love too. Like always, my fav bias is showing. (Most of Asmo's section is based on things that occur in the bath scene of Desperation.)

LUCIFER

Showering is part of his morning routine - he wants to look and feel his best, his pride won't settle for anything less. (Plus, it helps wake him up for mornings when coffee alone won't do the trick.)

Baths are a rare luxury for him. Ideally, he'll have the house (and your company) all to himself so he can soak in the fragrant bubbles without worrying about what his brothers are getting up to.

(The fact that they're not home and loose in the Devildom is just as worrying, please try to distract him.)

He's not against the idea of shower sex, but it can be cramped and awkward. He would rather tease you with gentle, lingering touches that leave you both a little hot and desperate before leading you to bed where he can enjoy you properly. He's surprisingly unconcerned about getting his bedsheets wet when it means having you naked and willing underneath him as soon as possible.

MAMMON

Mammon usually showers at night. He'd rather have the extra time to sleep in the mornings before class. If he has to work or has a photoshoot, he's definitely showering before bed - he and his bedding are a mess from sticky, gel-caked hair and the eye makeup he didn't remove properly if he doesn't.

He doesn't usually take baths - too boring, too slow - but if you like taking baths...well.

Whether he's in the shower with you or the tub with you, he's open for anything and everything you might want to do. Even an innocent suggestion for a romantic shower or bath together turns dirty quickly when his eyes and hands start to roam across so much exposed, wet skin.

LEVIATHAN

For a self-proclaimed otaku, his showering habits aren't that bad.

Sure, maybe before you came along, he spent less time worrying about his grooming and personal hygiene and more time worrying about his idols' stream schedules and pre-sale ticket dates for the various movies or concerts he wanted to see.

However, you're here now and you're important to him, so whether he wants to admit it or not, that changes things. If he wants you to hang out in his room for hours at a time gaming or binge-watching anime, both him and his room need to be in guest-ready shape.

He showers more often when he's been cooped in his room on the sofa or in his fashionable-but-not-functional gaming chair that makes his back sweat. Even a quick cool-off rinse in the shower is enough to leave him looking and feeling refreshed which is perfect - he hopes he can convince you to cuddle with him in his tub after.

Maybe it's his natural affinity for water, but he enjoys showering or bathing equally. It's tricky when most tubs aren't big enough for him to spread out with his tail out too, but thankfully they're big enough for you to fit in the tub with him which is just as good - better, even!

He's shy with you in the shower or tub. He prefers to stand behind you so he's not tempted to stare at your chest (or lower). No one touches him as gently or with more care as you do. And the way you run your hands along the scales of his tail or his neck...he's going to try and hide his twitching erection from you and hope you don't say anything if you notice it. He can't help how good you make him feel, but he's not always confident enough to return the favour.

If you want him to touch you, you'll probably have to explicitly ask him to - and wouldn't you know it, your hands resting on his while you guide them to move over your body is one of many acts of intimacy he ends up craving from you.

SATAN

He showers in the morning. He's one of the few student council members that wears his uniform properly and I think he wants the rest of him to look and smell good too.

He enjoys a nice bath once in a while. Maybe not as much as Asmo, but they're a semi-regular part of his routine. He can load up the bath tray with a book, even a cup of coffee or snack if he's feeling peckish that night; time passes in a blue as he soaks away some of the stress that burdens him. If you join him for a bath, he'd love to read to you or simply hold you against his chest while music streams from his D.D.D. nearby.

Showers are useful if he's in a rush, or maybe he just wants to rinse off the day's grime (especially if he was at the club or in a fight). Or perhaps he's not in a rush after all, judging by the way he ushers you into the bathroom with him and tugs at your clothing so you can join him under the warm spray.

Whether he simply wants to melt under your fingers as you work suds into his hair and across his body, or if your naked body so close to his is too much temptation to ignore, know that you're probably the only one who gets to see him - all of him - exposed this way.

ASMODEUS

It's no secret that the Avatar of Lust adores his private bathroom, with its high ceiling and numerous cupboards full of fluffy towels and bottles full of the most expensive haircare and body wash and massage oils that Grimm can buy.

His luxurious tub - if you can call it that, considering it's bigger than any hot tub you've ever been in before - is full of fragrant, crystal-clear water that Asmo adds scented oils and skin-softening potions to. No matter how long you bathe together, the water remains clean and warm (there's a handy spell for that).

Asmo loves the intimacy of pampering you and having you do the same for him. It's almost magical, the way he massages you with slow, rhythmic strokes as he washes you with beauty products he personally selects. He considers your preferences above his own so that everything he brings into the bath is scented with your favourite fragrant notes. If you share his bed that night, he can smell you on his pillow and sheets long after you've parted ways.

Naturally, once he's spent his time spoiling you with his tender touches and whispered affection, he's desperate to have your hands on him next.

Bathing doesn't always have to lead to more than soft, teasing touches. He's not against the idea - it wouldn't be the first time his fingers teased between your legs while he nuzzled the back of your neck and nipped at your ear - but this sort of comfort is like divinity to him. It's a sort of worship he offers you that he's offered no one else before, and no matter how much the outside world demands your attention (or his), this is one rare opportunity where you can truly be alone together.

BEELZEBUB

Beel's shower routine is fairly simple. 1. Shower after Fangol practice or games. 2. Shower after eating at a buffet-style restaurant. 3. Shower before bed if nothing else applies.

Of course, Beel learns that there's a certain charm to showering with you too. He used to complain the communal shower he shares with his siblings is a bit too cramped for his liking, and with you it's even worse, but that's simply a convenient excuse to press himself against you while he hardens against your back, or he cages you against the wall while his arms block everything else from view.

(The open showers in the locker room at the Fangol pitch are fun in their own way when post-victory showers with Beel turn frisky from giddy excitement and too much adrenaline to burn.)

Showering is simply a part of his routine, but like most things he does, Beel thinks they're more enjoyable when he can entice you to join him.

BELPHEGOR

Belphie's not necessarily lazy - he just prefers to spend his time and energy doing things that are important to him. It's not his fault if that very short list can be summarized as sleeping and spending time with you.

Sleeping is most comfortable when he's clean from the day's sweat and smells - the last thing he wants to do is ruin the attic's cozy little nest by crawling into bed smelling like anyone else but him and you. That means if he's going to shower before bed, he's dragging you with him if you haven't had one already.

Belphie might not be lazy, but that doesn't mean he won't use every trick in the book to convince you to touch him and pamper him as much as possible. He whines that he's too sleepy to fiddle with all the buttons of his RAD blazer, and he smirks like a satisfied cat while you huff at his ridiculousness and help undress him anyway.

(He knows you indulge him because you like it too - did you think he wouldn't notice the way your eyes roam his bare chest or the way your fingers twitch excitedly when you reach for his belt?)

Shower or bath sex is a bit messy and not as relaxing as he would like - the tiles are hard and cool against your back, it's hard to prep you properly in the tub as water sloshes against the sides and spills over the floor. It's inconvenient and not the sexiest experience in his opinion.

However. The shower is an excellent place to tease you with an innocent pout on his lips and a wicked gleam in his eyes. Lips trail lazily along whatever bare, wet skin they can reach while greedy fingers prepare you for something bigger once you're finally in bed together, moving together lazily in the sheets and putting off cleaning the mess until morning.

(And even if Belphie gets a little carried away in the shower as he stretches you with his fingers or his mouth, or possibly his cock if he's that riled up, the clean-up has never been easier.)

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[justagirlwholikesadam]

Best Friend's Little Sister

Remus Lupin x Muggle! Evans! Reader

Summary: Lily Evans takes the Marauders to her muggle sister's football game where she is captain of the cheerleading squad.

Warning: The Marauders and Lily not understanding football. Sirius and James want lockers in Hogwarts. SFW, drinking, smoking, OC

A/N: I know nothing of sports or cheering so please be warn if there's a mistake. In HS, I was the one smoking pot under the bleachers lol. please like or comment below. Enjoy - L || Border Credit: @cafekitsune

Word Count: 7.4K

Unlike Petunia, you were proud of Lily. Never making her feel bad for being different. Lily had lost count on how many times you have told her that she is special to be a witch and she should be proud of it. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of letters have been exchanged between Lily and you when she started Hogwarts. You would ask her about her time in Hogwarts, asking her about how her classes were and her friends. Lily did the same, asking you how life is back home and about your wellbeing. Today Lily received a letter and she was so excited to read it since you told her last week about trying out for a new position in the cheer team at your school. Quickly, opening it she had drawn the attention of the boys around her who were talking and laughing about a prank they recently did. James looks over at Lily when she lets out a gasp and covers her mouth. Lily felt James’ place a hand on her back. He asked her if she's alright.

The boys stopped talking and looked at Lily who gave James a bright smile and nodded. “Yes, it’s my sister. She told me she was made captain and is so excited. She wanted me to go to the last game of the term. She wrote here that I can invite you guys. If you are up for it.”

Lily gave James a picture you had sent along with the letter. Sirius and Peter quickly went over to James and looked over his shoulders. Sirius let out a whistle while Peter's eyes grew wide. The photo was a regular muggle photo of you.

“Evans, where have you been hiding this lovely girl!?” Lily rolled her eyes at Sirius then took the photo from James.

“Don't even think about it!” Lily said before handling it to Remus who remained in his seat in front of Lily.

He grabbed the photo and noticed why Sirius whistled. Remus had met you before, Lily had introduced you to him. He always visited Lily whenever they were on break. Remus knew you were very different from Lily’s older sister. Petunia always gave him a harsh look and would shut the door on his face whenever he came over.

“Don’t be a daft cow.” He hears you behind the door before opening it.

“Rem Rem.” You shouted as you hugged him. Remus always smiles at the nickname and hugs you back.

“She’s captain of what?” Peter asked walking back to his seat to continue on with his breakfast.

“She’s captain of the cheerleading team at her school. She has been wanting that spot for so long.” Lily said with a proud smile.

Remus continued to stare at the photo. His eyes looking at every detail, oh how he wished the photo could move. You had a red and gold uniform with black lining on the hem. Your hair was in a ponytail and he saw the glitter around your eyes, making them pop out even more. You looked beautiful, he says to himself. You had two big red pom-poms in each hand. The smile on your face was big and it reminded him of the smiles you always gave him.

“That’s exciting.” James commented as Lily took out the tickets from the envelope.

“If you guys are up for it.” Lily said, waving the tickets in her hands. Sirius and James looked at each other with a grin, any chance they got to see the muggle world, they took it. Peter nodded before letting them know he would have to ask his parents first.

“Moony?” Sirius said, placing an arm over his friend’s shoulder. Remus looks away from the picture and nods at Lily.

The Marauders stood in front of the school as Lily thanked her dad for giving them a ride.

“It’s a bit small.” Peter commented. “Well, it’s not a castle.” Sirius said, looking at the school. They jumped when a group of guys came walking beside them. James’ eyes widened when he saw they were shirtless with red and gold paint over their chest including their faces.

“Are we safe here?” Peter asked them and Lily came behind them. “Of course, it’s a high school football game.”

“Think of how fans are for quidditch. They are the same for football.” Remus told Peter and gave him a pat on his shoulder.

“What’s football?” Sirius asked, putting his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. Lily glanced over at Remus who shrugged his shoulders.

“Like quidditch but running.” Lily said not really knowing how to explain it better. Walking up to the front of the school Lily soon realized she didn't know where she was going. She hasn't been to a public school in years.

“Are you Lily?” The Marauders looked over at a tall boy with blonde hair and he wore a red and gold cheer uniform just like the one you wore in the picture.

“Who’s asking?” James said, stepping in front of Lily. James puffed his chest out trying to intimidate the boy who was taller than him. Lily rolled her eyes at James and pushed him behind her before greeting the boy. The boy gave them a smile and shook her hand, ignoring the small dramatic gasp from James and Sirius.

“I’m Chris, I'm in the squad. Your sister wanted to make sure you guys won’t get lost. Follow me.” Chris told them as he opened the front door of the school for them. He explained to them, it's easier to go this way so they wouldn't have to wait in line. Remus thanked him as Peter and Sirius looked at Chris with a shady look but soon it went away when they noticed the inside of the school. As they walked they looked inside the classrooms and looked at the papers stapled in the bulletin board.

“Wow.” Sirius said as they walked down the hallway.

“James! Sirius!” Lily called out when she noticed they were not following her. Remus looked over his shoulder and frowned when he saw James and Sirius in front of a wall of lockers.

“What's this contraception?” Sirius said, knocking on the red locker. James twisted the lock and pointed at the numbers.

“It’s a locker.” Remus told them and Peter walked over to look at it. James and Sirius look over at Remus with a curious look. “What is it for?”

Remus fought the urge to laugh. James, Sirius and Peter were pureblood, they had no idea what this was. Pushing James and Sirius back to follow Lily, he answered them. “It’s where students put their coats, books and bags while they attend classes. They use the lock to put their code to open it and lock it so nobody steals their belongings.”

“We should ask Dumbledore for lockers!” Sirius said with a nod thinking how cool it will be to have one. He always forgets his books in his room.

“Where do you guys go to school, again?” They froze when Chris asked them. Lily looks over at them with a stern face before dropping it to answer Chris.

“I’m sure, my sister told you. We go to a boarding school.” Lily said. Remus nods at the tall boy.

“We have dorms so we don't use lockers.” He added convincing Chris who looked over at Peter who was twisting the lock of a nearby locker.

“She probably did.” Chris said, shaking his head. “You guys want to see mine?” Chris asked, pointing over his shoulder at the lockers.

“Yes!” James and Sirius shouted and quickly followed Chris with Peter behind them. After 10 minutes of Chris showing them how to open a locker, they finally made it to the football field after providing the tickets to Chris. Remus stayed in the back making sure all the guys were following Lily. The stands were filled with people and students already. Chris waved bye at them and told them he’ll let you know they are here.

“It’s like a quidditch field.” James said as he looked around excited. Remus sat next to Lily as James sat on the other side with Peter. Sirius sat next to Remus in the middle of the stand getting a good view at the field.

“I haven't seen her in so long.” Lily said as she got comfortable on the metal bleachers. “Has your older sister seen her cheer before?” James asked and Lily shook her. “Petunia says cheering is for sluts.”

“I swear, Evans, your older sister hates everything.” Peter said, making her nod.

“She does but at least Y/n doesn't hate me.” Lily said with a soft tone as she stared at the field. Remus hooks Lily’s arm around with his and James snuggles close to her grabbing a hold of her hand. They knew about Lily's family and how her oldest sister always made her out to be a freak. The Marauders were happy she had you for a sister.

The game started and The Marauders jumped at the sound of the horn playing through the intercom. The people around them stood up and shouted, waving and pumping their arms in the air.

“They look so huge.” Peter shouted as the football team came running out of the field pumping their arms in the air, exciting the crowd even more.

“Oh my! She’s there.” Lily shouted standing up as the crowd hollered at the sight of cheerleaders running out. Remus stood up as well and watched a few girls do a flip as they ran in front of the bleachers.

Sirius smirks to see his tall lanky friend staring at the cheerleaders knowing who he was trying to find. Remus told Sirius on their way to Lily’s town after they left Hogwarts for break. Sirius found Remus shaving his face in the bathroom of the train.

“Oi! Who are you trying to impress, mate?” Sirius asked as he went inside the bathroom and shut the door. Sirius couldn't help but laugh at Remus who was trying to come up with a lie. Remus couldn't lie to Sirius for shit. That’s when Remus told Sirius he had a crush on you and wanted to look good for you.

“Is this why you never go out with the girls at school? And is this why, every time Lily gets a letter you get so happy when you find out it’s from her? Have you tried anything with her yet?” Remus turns red in the face and looks away from his friend. He gets nervous and Sirius can see his hand holding the razor shakes.

Sirius lets out a sigh when Remus didn’t say anything. He tells Remus to sit his ass down on the toilet seat so he can help him shave. Pushing his legs apart, Sirius gets to work and shaves the other side of Remus’ face.

“I’m just gonna say this once mate because you’re my best friend and I love you so much but you can be thick sometimes.” Remus tenses up as Sirius wipes the excess shaving cream off his cheekbone with a paper towel.

Sirius continues, “You should tell her how you feel. I’m hoping you’re not letting Moony get in between her and you because I’m pretty sure she will understand just like Lily did and if her sister is anything like her, she would love you and Moony just like we do."

“She is like Lily. Kind and smart. Dare I say more beautiful than her.” Remus said without a second thought to Sirius.

“Don’t say that in front of James.” Sirius warned jokily before heading back to his seat.

Sirius grabbed Remus by the hand when he noticed everyone sat down when the cheerleaders started to get in their position in front of the bleachers. Remus was pulled down forcibly and was about to snap at Sirius when he leaned against him and pointed ahead. Remus followed his hand and saw you walking in the front of the group. Remus hears Lily squeal beside him at the sight of you. His cheeks grew pink at the sight of you. You had a red skirt showing your legs off, Remus felt his mouth go dry at the sight of your bare thighs and legs. The sleeveless top you had on had the school logo printed on it and you wore a red long sleeve shirt it. It was tight and short showing just a bit of the skin of your stomach. Your hair is in a ponytail tied in a red scrunchie.

“I think I'm in love.” Peter said as the cheerleaders started to dance, his eyes stared at a blonde who stood next to you. James laughed, bumping his shoulder at his friend as they watched the show.

Remus saw you raising your hands in the air above your head and shouting the school name before clapping three times. It wasn't the sound of the music playing or the people around him cheering that had him mesmerized but it was the way you move your hips along with the rest of the girls to the beat of the song.

“LETS GO BABY!!” Remus hears a guy scream from the top of the bleacher as they continue to cheer.

Remus watched as Chris came behind you as the girls walked towards the rest of the guys. You came in front of Chris and he turned you around and lifted you in the air. The crowd went wild as the rest of the girls did the same. They began to clap when you turned to the side and grab your leg with both hands pulling the foot behind your head holding the position all while Chris held you up in the air. Remus grew worry when he saw you were going to come down but Chris caught you with ease, it was part of the show.

“How did they do that without magic?” Sirius asked, looking at Lily when the game began to start. Remus was too busy looking at you to listen to Lily's answer. He noticed you were talking and laughing with the team as the players started the game. Peter and James were watching in awe as the players tackled the other team pushing them to the ground with a harsh force. Lily and Remus were looking at the players running back and forth not understanding anything, they wince when one of the players tackled one while holding the ball. Half way through the game Sirius had his head against Remus’ shoulder as he took a nap with a half empty bucket of popcorn on his lap, he begged Lily to buy it for him since they don’t accept galleons.

The horn rang out loud again making Sirius yelp as he woke up spilling his popcorn on the floor.

“Did she win?” He asked in a sleepy tone to Remus, making him chuckle. “She is not the one playing, Padfoot.” James answered as the game went into halftime.

“Who’s winning?” Lily looked at the giant screen showing the count. “This school is.”

“Yay! It means she is winning.” Sirius said, picking up the bucket from the ground with Remus’ help. James and Peter were dancing around when a catchy song started to play through the intercom. Remus watched ahead at you as the girls started to shout out phrases making the crowd cheer.

“LET’S GO! LET’S GO! WE ARE THE BEST! WE CAN'T BE BEAT!”

Remus saw your eyes widen when you saw Lily. You waved at her as you continued to shout. Lily let out a squeal as she waved back at you. You were doing the usual routine, clapping your hands and turning around to shake your hips when you saw your sister. Your heart grew at the sight of your sister, she came to see you. You missed her so much. Looking to her left, your mouth dropped when you saw him. It was Remus Lupin, your sister’s best friend who you had a crush on since you were little. Quickly closing your mouth you continued with the routine but didn’t look away from him. Remus gave you a smile and you gave him one as well. You met Remus when Lily got back home after her first year in Hogwarts. He was tall for his age and nervous. He had scars on his face and you noticed he had it on his arms as well. You didn't ask him about it, you just told him if he wanted to play in the backyard. As the years passed the three of you would play around and walk around town. He always came to visit every year. Remus has always been kind and treated you respectfully. Giving you his cozy sweater or cardigan whenever you were cold or he would grab something from the top shelf for you when you couldn’t. He would let you grab a hold of his arm when walking around town knowing he walked faster since he had long legs.

You didn't know when the feelings for Remus began. You think you always liked him and the moment you realize when you really did was when Remus noticed one of your shoes had become untied while taking him to the bookstore as Lily stayed home with her parents helping them get started with dinner. He told you to lean against the nearest building and you obey. He knelt down in front of you on one leg and helped you place your foot on his knee. You couldn't help but tense up when you felt his hand on your leg. His long fingers work on your shoe laces; he looks up at you when he's done. He gives you a smile making your cheeks flare up.

“Thanks Rem Rem.” You said removing your foot from his knee. Remus doesn't move from his spot when you get closer to him. He’s too busy looking at you to notice your hand coming up to his face. He feels your fingers run through his sandy curls, something you were dying to do when he began to grow his hair out.

Before both of you could say anything, someone had cleared their throat and stood in front of them. “Excuse me.”

The older woman with a cart passed by , walking down the side walk ignoring Remus and your apologies.

That was two summers ago. You couldn't see Remus' last break since you went to cheer camp. You had written to Lily asking about him and how he was doing. You wanted to write to him. You really did but you were nervous he wouldn’t reply back. You wonder if he had a girlfriend. You didn't ask Lily about it, you were far too embarrassed. You didn't think he would ever want to be with a “Muggle.” Lily told you the term when she told you about Hogwarts and her magic. You continued to hold your stare at Remus. You couldn't look away, he looked so handsome. Lily notices your smile and your blushing face, she looks over at Remus who had a smile on his face.

“You were so eye fucking him.” One of your friends said after the routine was done and the football players started to head back to the field.

“No, I wasn’t.” You said turning around looking seriously at the field. The rest of the girls giggled before one spoke. “He got a lot of scars on his face.”

“He was in an accident.” You lied to them before looking over at your shoulder at your sister and her friends. You have only met Remus but you've heard of the rest and known their names. Your sister had told you about Remus and his wolf problem. You didn't believe it at first but you knew Lily wasn’t the type to make shit up. You were okay with it, Remus never changed, he was still the nice guy you knew and you came to term that the guy you liked became a werewolf once in a full moon. You were glad, Remus had his friends helping him during those times. You never told Remus you knew, not even that day when he so kindly knelt down to tie your shoe or when he gifted you a book.

“The guy next to him with long dark hair is pretty cute.” You just smiled at the girls gushed at your sister's friend. Lily and the Marauders stood by the parking lot of the school waiting for you to come out. James noticed how nervous Lily was as she kept looking for you over the mass of people.

“She’ll be here, dear.” James said, rubbing Lily’s back as they waited for you.

“Yeah, Lils.” Sirius said getting near her. He looks over at Remus who was looking for you as well.

“Oi! There she is.” Peter shouted out and pointed at the exit of the school. Remus watched as you walked out with a duffel bag, hanging on your shoulder as you spoke with someone. Remus smile dropped when he saw it was one of the football players. He wore a jersey with the number 6 and had his own bag over his broad shoulder. Remus can't help but notice how the player looked. The guy was taller then him, had muscles and another thing that made Remus' heart sink was the guy had no scars on his face.

He wouldn't be surprised to find out that he was your boyfriend. Cheerleaders go out with football players, that's the normal thing, Remus thought.

Lily yells your name as she waved her hands in the air. Remus saw you quickly look at them and placed a hand on the guy’s arm before running towards Lily. Remus couldn't help but smile as you threw your bag at the ground and hugged Lily. Shoving his hands in the pocket of his cardigan, he looks over at the sisters embracing each other.

“I missed you so much.” You cried in Lily’s neck. “Me too.” Lily said, pulling away to kiss your cheek.

“I brought the boys.” Lily said, looking over at her shoulder. Remus saw you smile bright at the sight of him.

“REM REM.” You called out, speed walking to Remus. Sirius and James shared a look when you wrapped your arms around Remus’ body. Remus did the same hugging you by the shoulders with both arms. Remus couldn't help but run his fingers through your hair as you looked up at him. You had taken the scrunchie out, he noticed you wore it on your wrist.

You gave Sirius and Peter a hug, greeting them. Lily introduced you to James and you immediately frowned.

“Should I kick your ass now or later?” James' mouth dropped out and was about to say something when Lily and you started to burst out in laughter.

“She told me you were a little shit.” Sirius and Peter laughed.

“How can you say that about me, Lils?” James said with a gasp not understanding it was a joke. You knew about James Potter and knew your sister liked him before she even realized it herself. You have read pages of Lily, telling you about James Potter. She wrote how ridiculous and rude he was but at the end of the letters Lily always wrote that James' hair looked cute.

“She was joking, dear.” You nodded at him as Lily gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“That's right. I'm just joking. She said far worse things.” You said making Lily shout your name. “I’m joking.” You told him before looking over at Sirius, Peter and Remus shaking your head making them laugh.

“My brother in law isn’t a little shit.” You said as you hugged James who grew red like Lily’s hair when you called him brother in law.

“Keep messing with him, Y/n. He’ll turn you into a toad.” Lily said, making you gasp then looked at James.

“Can you really do that?! Can you make me into a tiger instead?” You asked frantically as you looked at James who laughed at your enthusiasm.

“Oh my god, can you turn this guy’s hair red for me?” You asked James. “Remember, we have rules. We can’t use magic outside of the school grounds.” You sighed at her.

“That’s so dumb.” You said as Sirius walked towards you. He placed an arm over your shoulder and agreed with you.

“Wait for next year. We got you. What color tiger do you want to be?” Sirius asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you. Remus watched as you smiled at Sirius before tapping your chin as you thought of an answer. You were about to answer when he heard your name being called out.

Remus watched as the same football player came running towards you. Sirius noticed Remus’ face and tugged you closer to him. He wasn’t going to let some beefy guy with a helmet who runs over people for fun get a hold of his best friend’s girl.

“Lincoln is throwing a house party to celebrate our win. Are you coming?” You looked over at Lily and looked back at him.

“Can my sisters and her friends come too?” He quickly nodded as a green jeep drove up by them.

“Yo! Evans! Are you coming to the party?!” The driver asks you. “Yeah! She is going to bring some people.” The football player told the driver.

“You guys want to come?” You turned to them. James looks over at Lily.

“You haven’t been to a house party before, Lily. This can be a good experience for you.” Peter and Sirius agreed while James waited for Lily to answer.

“Rem Rem?” You asked as you walked towards Remus.

“I guess we can stop by for a few hours.” Remus said as you grabbed a hold of his hand. Remus looks over at Lily and tilts his head at her.

“Let's go.” You let out a squeal and kiss her cheek. “Mike, can we hitch a ride with you?” You asked the driver.

“Sure thing, love. Seb, I’ll follow you.” Mike said, looking out the window at the football player.

“Alright, I’ll be back.” Seb said as Mike parked his car in front of them.

“What about dad?” Lily asked as James and Peter got inside the car. Sirius grabs your bag from the ground, throwing it in the back of the car.

“Don’t worry. I’ll call dad when we are there.” Sirius helped Lily up in the jeep car.

“One of you guys can come in the front.” Mike said as he waiting for them to get in. Sirius looks at Remus and you, both of you are still holding hands.

“Moony! Go to the back with Little Evans.” Sirius said as he walked to the passenger seat. Mike looks at Sirius who sat beside him and shut the door.

“Moony?” Mike asked as he looked over at Sirius who sat down and shut the car door. “It’s just a nickname. Name is Sirius but you can call me, Padfoot.” Sirius said as Lily told him to put on his seatbelt but Sirius was too in enthrall looking at Mike to even listen to her.

“Nice to meet you, Padfoot. I’m Mike.” Sirius leaned back in his seat when Mike got close to him. Sirius blushes when Mike got close to him. Mike had short black hair showing his pierced ears and his eyes were light brown.

“Seat belts are important.” Mike said in a soft tone as he grabbed it for Sirius. Mike gives him a smile when he clicks it, making sure it was correctly in place and leans back in his seat.

“Rem Rem, would you mind if I sit on your lap?” Remus looks over to see Lily sitting on James lap as Peter sat in the middle.

When Remus didn’t answer, you whispered to him. “It’s alright, if you mind. I can catch a ride with someone else.”

Remus still didn’t answer and with a heavy heart you were about to shut the door when he grabbed a hold of your arm.

“Yes, you can sit down. Please do.” James snorts a laugh behind Lily’s hair as Remus practically tugs you inside the car. Remus shuts the door as you settle down in his lab. He spreads his legs to make room for your legs. Remus can smell the light scent of your body spray, he’s so close to you. The car started to move and there was a bump in the road. You were about to fall forward when he wrapped his arms around your stomach, pulling you to his chest.

“You okay?” Remus asked behind you. Your cheeks grew hot when you felt his breath behind your ear.

“Yeah.” You whispered as you grabbed his arm. Your fingers began to play with the fabric of his cardigan. He feels so warm behind you. So comfortable, you feel the roughness of his jeans against your bare legs. You hear Lily and James talking to Mike about their “boarding school.”

Remus was thinking hard as he shut his eyes. He thought of vomit, James vomiting, Peter vomiting, Sirius vomiting on Peter and James. He thought of it as he felt your ass against his crotch.

“Gross thoughts. Gross thoughts.” He tells himself.

He felt you lean back and look at him. “I did miss you, Remus.” You whispered as the window of the car rolled down.

Remus looks at you and holds you close as Mike makes a left.

“I missed you too.” Remus admits. He always waited for Lily to receive your letter so he could find out how you were. He was devastated when Lily told him you were going to cheer camp last summer. He didn’t see you that summer and he felt bad for lying to Lily whenever she asked him why he had a long face.

“You know maybe next time, I can write-.” Peter's wow cuts them off when Mike parked in front of a large house.

Remus stood behind you as everyone made their way into the house. Sirius and Peter stood close as they walked inside looking at the other students on the couch, or dancing in the living room. Some where in the corner smoking while others were in the back yard playing something Remus told them was called Beer Pong.

“Holy shit! If it isn’t the captain in the flesh.” A girl came at you, hugging you. She was a bit taller and wore the same cheerleading uniform as you.

“When Seb told me you were coming. I couldn’t believe it. He went out to get more beer for you.” You tsk at her before shaking her head.

“Christina, he didn’t have too. I’m not planning on drinking. I just wanted to show my sister and her friends who just came to visit me the party.” You said looking over Lily and the guys. Peter's eyes were wide as he saw it was the blonde he was fawning over earlier. Peter thought he was going to have a stroke when the blonde introduced herself to everyone and gave each of them a kiss on the cheek.

“Please tell your sister to relax.” Christina said, looking over at Lily.

“She never comes to our house party. Our captain is a good girl but finally she is at her first party. She needs to have a drink.”

“Peter, why don’t you help her get some drinks for us.” Peter looks over at you with a face. You gave him a wink and signaled your head to Christina. It was painfully obvious that he liked her.

“Oh yes, come with me.” Christina said, holding out her hand for Peter. Everyone smiled as Peter without a single thought, grabbed a hold of her hand and let Christina drag him to the kitchen.

“She’s harmless. I swear.” You said looking over at the kitchen again.

“Is it true then?” Sirius asked with a smirk. “You’re a good girl? You never drink?”

“Of course, she is. She’s just like me.” Lily said, walking over to you making you chuckle.

You tried your best to not look Remus. A bit embarrassed that your friends had outed you and told your sister and her friends that you were a prude and a good girl who doesn’t do anything bad.

“Yo!” Remus watched the same football player you were talking come behind you.

“Christina said you’re drinking.” Lily's eyes widened at the sight of the football player towering over them. He had a case of beer over his shoulder, showing his muscles.

“Only one, Seb. By the way, this is my sister and these are her friends.” Remus felt like he needed to drink something before lashing out when he saw Seb placing a hand on your shoulder after handing them the cans of beer.

“I want you guys to meet my boyfriend. BABY!” Remus looks up from his beer at the guy. Wait boyfriend, Remus and Sirius glance at each other as Chris from earlier comes towards them with a smile.

James saw Chris come over and give a kiss to Chris before looking over at them. “You met my boyfriend, Seb.”

Remus chuckles to himself. Seb wasn't your boyfriend. Remus liked how you interacted with them. He liked seeing you smiling and talking. He didn’t know you were quite popular. He felt childish whenever he got a little bit jealous when a guy came over to talk to you. He couldn’t help it though you were so beautiful. Of course, guys are going to come up to you. He was glad that you didn’t leave them to talk to someone else. You had introduced them to practically everyone.

Lily and James were dancing while Peter and Christina were in the kitchen, getting their seventh drink of the night. Remus can’t help but smirk when he sees Sirius and Mike leaning close together against the wall. Sirius was showing Mike, his silver rings on his fingers. Remus looks away when he sees you walking back to him with two more beers. He made room for you on the couch and thanked you when you handed him one.

“Are you having a good time?” Remus looks over at you. Your cheeks were a bit flushed and your eyes were glossy, you had more than one beer. You had a smile on your face as you played with the tab of the can. Remus bumps his knee with yours.

“I am. You?” You nod at him as he takes a sip. Remus notices as a couple walking in front of you and sat across from him and you. The girl recognized you as well as the guy she was with. The girl had bright red hair while the guy had his hair neon green. The couple were from your art class, you told him. You were talking with them when you accidently placed your hand on top of his. Remus blushed when you grabbed a hold of his hand as you laughed at them.

"Did you hear them?" Remus smiles and nods at you. He haven't heard a thing, he was freaking out on inside that you were holding his hand. He didn’t let go, he didn’t want you to let go

“To be honest, I’m surprised you’re here. You’re usually reading or in the library. Always reading that weird brown book.” Remus looks up at the girl's words.

“What?” He asked and looked over at you who was blushing really hard.

“She always has this brown book. A fairytale about these four people. They are witches or something.” She said before looking over at her boyfriend.

“Yeah, what is it again? Dude is a lion and one is a snake.” Remus frowns as they continue to speak. “You looked inside of it?” Remus felt you sit up straight.

“Only for a second, we just wanted to know what it was. You're always reading it.”

“Oh shit! I remember! They were wizards and they made this school or something.” Remus' heart dropped when she said that.

You still had the book he gifted you a while back. It was a gift he had given you for your birthday. He remembered he had bought it in Hogsmeade and wrapped it in a paper bag. He remembers the face you make when he sat beside you as you open the book. It was filled with colorful photos and all information about Hogwarts and the four founding members. You had given him a kiss on the cheek when you turned a page and saw the photos were moving.

“They have an orgy at the end?” The guy asks you with a laugh and Remus notices the awkward look on your face.

“They all die.” Remus answered a bit harshly.

“I’m going out for some air.” You said quickly getting up from the couch, letting go of his hand and walking out the back door.

You didn’t realize Remus was following you. He excuses himself to your friends and follows you. He placed his beer on the kitchen counter as he went through the back door where you went. Making your way further to the backyard, you threw your beer on the ground. You sighed to yourself, you felt embarrassed and worry. You were sure that Remus was angry at you for letting someone look in the book that he had gifted you. It would be best if no one got a hold of it, he had told you and made you promise to never show it to anyone. That book was the only thing from Remus and you had carried it everywhere with you. You had read countless times front to back. You read all the stories about the houses and the professors in it. You had daydreamed about going to Hogwarts to see your sister and Remus.

Remus calls your name out when he sees you leaning against a tree. Looking over your shoulder, he saw you were going to cry. He quickly goes to you.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as he wrapped an arm around you.

“I’m sorry. They saw the book. I know I promise you no one would look at it. Please don’t be mad at me.” Remus shakes his head as he drops his arm around you.

“It’s okay. I’m not mad at you.” You look up at a Remus with tears welled up in your eyes. Remus quickly wipe the single tear that managed to escape your eye.

“You kept the book.” Remus said as his hand cupped your cheek then slowly dropped down at your neck. His fingers touched the neckline of your uniform. You lean against him before looking down at the ground all shy.

“Of course, you gave it to me as a gift. I love it.” You didn’t say anything else when Remus brought his hand under your chin.

“It’s been years and you still read it?” You nod at him when he made you look up at him.

“Why?” He asked, looking down at your face.

“It reminds me of Lily.” Remus was going to pull away at your answer. Perhaps he thought wrong, he thinks to himself. Maybe you didn’t feel anything for him.

“I think of you too, Remus.” He comes to a halt. "I imagine what it would be like to go to school with you."

"I imagine that too." Remus admitted. "I would walk you to your classes. I'll take you to the Black Lake and to the Astronomy Tower. Then at the weekends, I'll take you out to Hogsmeade."

"I would have love that." You tell him. "Lily told me that the Astronomy Tower is usually where people go to.." You don't finish your sentence, there was no need because Remus knew. People go up there when feeling frisky.

He chuckles and rub the back of his neck avoid eye contact with you. You knew it was now or never when Remus began to stutter, trying to come up with something.

“I want to tell you something. It might seem dumb to you because I'm your best friend's little sister. I like you and before you say anything. I’m sure there are pretty witches at your school and you might have someone already but I like you, Remus. I like you a lot.” Remus felt you about to back away when he didn’t say anything.

He quickly leans down to kiss your lips, give you a peck. Sirius’ words echoed in his mind about telling you the truth.

“Remus..” You said his name softly.

“I like you too.” Remus shyly said as he pulled you into his chest.

“I like you so much that I don’t even look at the witches in school. I don’t care that you’re a muggle.” Remus said easing your insecurities.

When it was time to leave, Remus didn’t want to go. There was one last week until starting a new school year. He had begged his parents to let him stay for a few more weeks after the house party. Your relationship with him blossomed after that night. When he stayed over at the Evans, he slept on the couch. Every night he stayed, he waited up for you to quietly go down the stairs. He would bite his bottom lip to not make a noise when you straddle him to kiss him. Making out until dawn and talking in hushed whispers about his interests and yours, talking about books and movies.

When it was time to go, Lily’s father was nice enough to take me to the train station. Remus and you were behind the house away from everyone, he towered over you as he kissed you.

“Write to me. Promise me you’ll write to me.” He begs as he nuzzles into your neck.

“I will. I promise it. Once a week.” Remus shakes his head. “Everyday.” You looked at him with wide eyes and repeated it in a shocking tone.

“Your owl will get tired.” Remus shakes his head once more.

“I’ll give him treats and feed him more.” Remus said with a smile before sighing.

“I’m going to miss you.” Remus told you sadly.

“One more year and you’re out.” You whispered to him as you kissed him. You pulled away at the sound of Lily calling for him and you.

Remus wants to tell you about Moony. He really did it every time he was going to bring it out, something or someone will get in the way. He was sure that you were going to break up with him once you found out. It was crazy enough that he was a wizard but he’s a werewolf as well. Remus was deep in thought as he gave Mr. Evans his luggage so he could put it in the trunk of his car.

“Bye, Moony!” Remus' head shot up and saw you waving at him by the front door. Lily comes out behind you and waves bye at Remus.

It was a week back in school and Remus was eating breakfast when the mail started to fly in. One by one owls came flying though and dropped letters and mail to the students. Remus knew you wouldn’t write back. You knew his nickname. Moony, he was pretty sure you were smart enough to figure it out. He didn’t mention it to Lily about it. Afraid to ruin his friendship with her but he told Sirius it.

“Oh! Moony!” Sirius shouted as he watched the white envelope slowly falling down in front of Remus.

Remus looks up from his plate and stands up, reaching to grab the letter. Sirius looks over as Remus quickly opens it. Sirius can’t help but smile at the sight of his best mate looking happy as he read the letter from you.

"She knows." Remus said looking at Sirius. "And?" Sirius asked worry as Remus went back to read the letter.

"If you think being one will make me like you less. You are wrong, Remus Lupin." They shared a smile and Remus pulls out a red scrunchie from inside the envelope. Remus pulls his sleeves up so he can put it around his wrist.

Sirius turns back to his plate and raises a brow when he notices a letter next to him. Opening it up, he can’t fight the urge to smile wide when he sees it was from Mike.

[i-cant-sing]

Maybe a dancer reader with your ocs, like they want to still be on stage and fight about it with your oc because they sacrificed a lot to get there and don’t want to waste it. Like how would they react would they let the darling dance on stage with limited audience or?

Hmm, here's how I think it'll go:

Eros:

He wouldnt ever stop you from enjoying life, and he loves watching you dance. Its so graceful, the way your body moves, the emotions youre expressing, its all- so impressive. Eros 100% ditches his duty at the hospital, dresses up super nice to go to the theatre where you're performing, and of course he has the best seat near the stage so you could see your no.1 hype man cheering you on. He is so proudly telling anyone and everyone that "thats my girl!" "I'm dating her! Gosh, I'm lucked out!"

Dimitri:

Probably has a theatre/stage built in his mansion for you to perform in, and the audience will be him and his men. They're all there to clap and cheer you on, but in a very careful way so as to not make Dimitri think they're attracted to you, just admiring your dance.

Its kinda weird watching all these buffed up, tattooed criminals getting front seat to your little hobby and they're all looking at you in complete awe, giving you 7 minute standing ovation, hooting as their boss gets on stage and spins you in his arms before dipping you as he gives you a passionate kiss. Ah yes, Dimitri is also a skilled dancer, though you'll now have to waltz with him for the world.

Magnus:

Guess who brings the entire cult to the show? Its crazy lover boy Magnus! You didnt want to dance, but Magnus knew about your secret hobby and he insisted that you dance for him. You turned him down, of course because you hate him, but then a little threat from the cult to pull your intestines out to hang dry, you were all game <3

At the end of your dance, he's on his knees, along with his cult, and is praising the Lord for giving him such a perfect partner.

Theodore:

You're probably still in the dark about Theo being a spy/assassin, so you dont know that the reason the entire theatre is empty except for him is because Theo used his spy agency to book out the theatre completely for "mission purposes", and you just think that nobody else showed up :( You also dont know that Theo has some guys stationed outside the theatre to knock out/shoot anyone who tries to come in.

But hey, at least your deaf bf is all supportive as he claps and gives you nods of approval at the end of your performance, as well as a big bouquet and teddy bear.

Halim Mehmat Shah:

My man, my himbo bf, he brings his entire family and his bestie Mahir to the show because um of course, this will also be your family soon when you two get married (you're not even dating him atm) so why wouldnt they come to support you????

He's cheering, he's clapping, his family has these proud beaming smiles and they all join you backstage to tell you how amazing you are and you just feel a little weird at how Halim's family, especially his parents are looking at you with such pride- your own family has never looked at you so fondly. Of course, the parents made you take pictures with Halim (and Mahir was also dragged into these photos because he's their angsty adoptive son lol).

Later, you find out that almost all the people who attended the show were connected to the Shah family somehow, and they bought tickets for everyone.

Mahir Jahangir:

He'll look up from his pile of papers, silent as you whine about wanting to dance at the theatre downtown. Mahir knows that you're an exceptionally good dancer, but he doesnt know how to explain to you that he'd much rather burn the world to the ground than let any man look at you like that.

And since he doesnt wanna sound like an insane, jealous s/o, he agrees, giving you a nod to go ahead before picking up his phone to tell his secretary to cater to your requests.

When the day of the show comes, the curtains open and all you see is Mahir and his mom sitting in the front row. They're the only audience, and Mahir's mom is ever so cheerful throughout your performance while Mahir has a soft smile, pride and awe shining in his eyes. Of course, only at the end of the show does Mahir finally clap, giving you a standing ovation as he does so. All his moves, his claps, his praise, they're all calculated, no filler words or actions that dont hold significance are used.

His mother is going on and on about how much she enjoyed the performance, while Mahir is silently waiting for his moment to tell you that he just bought the theatre and is gifting it to you <3

Baldwin:

No.1 cheerleader, has the ballroom booked for you. You'd think he'd have the ballroom empty so that he could get a private show, but no. He has his court in there, praising and clapping at how well you dance, except they're all wearing blindfolds because again- Baldwin doesnt want them to see how well his "angel" dances.

"We can feel how well you dance, your Majesty!" They say to you, but you know by now that they're all just crazy.

What you dont expect is Baldwin to get up and join you mid performance, pulling you close by the waist as he leads your body, waltzing through the entire ballroom with such finesse.

[saintslewis]

“𝐂𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐈𝐓”

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 — 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

˖ ࣪⭑ pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!oc

˖ ࣪⭑ summary: didn’t lewis say he’s a professional dancer? let’s test it out!

˖ ࣪⭑ warnings: cussing, outfit descriptions (the norm), links to posts, typos

˖ ࣪⭑ wc: 4.7k

˖ ࣪⭑ saint’s team radio!: hi babies….SORRY Y’ALL LMAO. i clearly skipped the 10 day mark but that’s okay! that’s why i made it longer for y’all to enjoy! I hope you enjoy and once again, tags are down below and let me know if you want to be tagged! and pls do click on the links to see the visuals, it’s important! (you can do it after)

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The FaceTime ring chimed as Nadia adjusted her phone on the dashboard of her car, her cradled body in the driver's seat as she sniffled and wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

"Yo. What's-" Lewis made sure to look at his phone correctly to see the sight before him. "Nads? Are you okay? Where are you?" Lewis asked, slowing the car down a bit.

"I'm in the school parking lot with some pastries next to me." She sniffed again before continuing. "Like I don't know if I can even go in there after our posts because those kids are ruthless and also these pastries are so good and this car is giving me so much stress and you're so pretty and i can't get raye tickets and this wig didn't wanna lay this morning and jeez, it's just so much and i'm just a girl." Nadia rambled as she hid her face in her hands, not even looking at her phone.

"Sorry to call you so early but I had no one else to call so I just decided to call my husband. Do you wanna see the pastries? This girl gave them to me for free in the bakery." She spoke, tucking her hair behind her ear and grabbing the pink box to show Lewis, not missing how big his smile was.

"What?"

"Nads, do you wanna talk about it? There's a lot to unpack." He asked, his face holding a smug expression as he watched her place the box down and give him a look.

"No thanks, we can keep everything in the bag. Anyways, I'm the only one in the parking lot and I've got a class in 25 minutes but I don't wanna see my colleagues." She said, looking out of her window to see if anyone was lurking around. "Where you headed?" She snapped her attention back to him.

"Brackley. Got a meeting with the team for upgrades." He said, eventually speeding up the car and she nodded. "Okay don't go quiet on me. Have you checked your socials yet?" Lewis asked the girl. "Nope, I muted the app after Rihanna called me sexy." She replied with a big smile on her face, making him jokingly roll his eyes. "I'm assuming you did the same?" She asked and it was his turn to nod.

"So just to make you aware, I'm free on Wednesday after 12 so if your friends are available maybe we can meet them then?" Nadia suggested, packing her stuff up as she sat properly in the car seat. "Uh I'm sure they'll be cool with that. We can have a thing at my place, like a game night or something. Also why are you leaving work early that day?" He asked, stopping at a red light and put all his attention on her.

"School's are closing for like two weeks." She answered.

"Well then, have you ever been to Miami?"

"No..." she gave him a side eye as he continued to drive, the engine roaring.

"Well, we're going there next week for the Grand Prix so do you want to go? Then afterwards we leave for Malibu."

"But what if I wanted to watch Love Island during that weekend?" She muttered, making the man giggle.

"You can watch Love Island in Miami." He smiled, seeing her jokingly roll her eyes. "Fine. But wait, who do I need to speak to for like flight tickets and race stuff?" She mentioned.

"Tia'll have everything ready." He assured her, kind of surprised at how willingly she agreed to his proposal, something he had been nervously thinking about the whole morning.

"Alright then, pookie bear. Talk later, I have to face those ruthless critics i call my kids." She picked up her phone and did a little pose, to which Lewis didn't hesitate to take a Facetime photo of. They both waved at each other cutely before hanging up.

"You're the flyest babe on the planet, you can do this." Nadia hyped herself as she gathered her things and got out of her car.

The hallways were empty, the silence gnawing at her as she glanced through some doors to see students either sleeping on their desks or actually focused on what the teacher was saying.

Continuously taking deep breaths as she got closer and closer to her designated classroom, she could hear her Year 12 students talking about whatever gossip was going around the school. Goosebumps slightly covered her skin as she held her arm out to touch the door handle, her conscience screaming at her to turn around and drive home just to stress about this very situation.

Eventually gaining the confidence, she opened the door and it was as if the world stood still. All her students turned around to look at their frightened yet fashionable teacher slowly walk to her desk as she tried her hardest to not make any eye contact with their smug faces.

Placing her things down onto her little shelf next to her organised desk, she flipped her hair a little and walked to the front of her desk, leaning her whole body weight against it.

"Now before you lot start with your questions, just know I wasn't ready to be out there yet and truly, I wanted to tell you guys a while ago but now was a good time for the..launch." She announced and watched as her students continued to smirk at her, her heartbeat rising as the silence grew more and more.

"Can we see the ring?" A student, Daniela, asked loudly as she walked closer to her teacher. The minute Nadia extended her shaky hand out, they all came flocking to get a closer look at the diamond ring.

Eventually settling the class down with the fear that the Headmaster could just pop in, everyone was seated as Nadia was racking her brain on how she could sell this marriage to teenagers who could definitely see right through her.

"So how did you two meet then? You mentioned that you were from Stevenage like a while back." Vicky, the class leader, asked sitting in the front row and maintained eye contact with Nadia the whole time.

"Well it was our parents actually. They're all really close but Lewis and I never built that bond for all these years. It took a dinner invite from his parents for us to really fancy each other. We properly met the year I started teaching here." Nadia was cheesing, proud of the story she came up with that was half-true.

She could tell that their gears were turning in their heads, making comments to each other as if they were judges on a panel. Nadia hadn't expected the silence that would follow after each of her answers but it was quite unsettling.

"Since you said you weren't seeing anybody and you weren't the least bit interested in Formula one, how'd you end up with thee Sir Lewis Hamilton?" One of her male students asked from the back, Nathan. "I'm still very clueless about that sport and that's why I wanted you guys to teach me today. Can I count on you guys to help?" Nadia asked, pulling her chair closer to her desk as she clasped her hands together to look around her classroom to capture all the excited faces.

"James, where's the slideshow?!" "Ha! Give me my money." "We used to pray for times like this!" "Wait till Miss hears about brocedes!"

Those were amongst the shouts from her students, reminding her that she couldn't leave them alone even if she wanted.

Interrupting her train of thought as her students scrambled around the classroom, her phone buzzed with two notifications following each other. Opening her phone and heading for iMessages, she audibly gasped when she saw what Lewis had just sent her.

"What are you blushing at, Miss?" A kid pointed out, Nadia not even realising she was smiling quite hard at her phone.

"Do you want to teach me about F1 or should we go back to the French Revolution?" She sassed, making the class groan as they all somewhat surrounded a desk and whiteboard for her F1 lesson.

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WEDNESDAY.

Holding the tub of cookies close to her, she thought back to the previous days and what her students informed her about the sport. As much as she can admit that she had forgotten most things they told her, a few thoughts lingered in her mind throughout the days, her emotions were on all time high for the man she married. Not wanting to come to one sided conclusions, Nadia decided to address these issues with Lewis when the time was right.

It doesn't help that she, once again, went down a rabbit hole of Lewis to see what his fans were like and how they thought of him from their perspective.

A knock from her front door snapping her out of her head, standing to open it up. Lewis stood there dressed ever so casually with a graphic tee and shorts paired with high top Jordans. Nadia would never say it out loud but seeing him wearing a cap, be it in a picture or right in front of her, brought slight butterflies to her stomach.

"The person who handles security downstairs is really looking out for you. Also, hello Nads." He smiled as he brought his hands forward to show a pink box with croissants inside, Nadia's heart melting, he remembered that she said she likes this specific bakery when they first met.

"Lewis, you didn't have to. Thank you." She said patting him on his exposed arm, wanting to keep her hand there for a little longer. "Hello to you too. Why do you say that about the guards?" She asked, taking the box of pastries from his hand and cradling it close to her, walking into her small kitchen to place them next to the flowers from the weekend.

"Well, when I drove in, he warned me about all the people who came to the entrance overnight. Apparently, they would go from building to building looking...for you." He said, slowly closing the front door as he walked into her home.

The goosebumps were very evident, her tattoos eerily coming to life with fear. "O-oh. Tia did warn me about this, just never expected this so early on." Nadia nervously smiled, the multiple locks on her door not enough to make her feel safe. "Hey hey, it's okay. I know this is overwhelming. Would you be more comfortable with a few of my security guys to be around until you make your moving decisions?" He asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. Seeing how scared she was and how she seemed to be overthinking it, he desperately wanted to change the subject.

Choosing to not answer verbally, she nodded and gave the man a small smile as she lifted herself off her kitchen counter. "Let's get the negatives out," Nadia sighed out. "Let me get my shoes and phone then we can get to your place in time. You can wait on the couch for now." She turned around, looking straight  ahead as she headed for her bedroom.

Taking the invitation, Lewis made his way to the comfortable looking grey couch. Beneath his feet sat a custom carpet in the shape of the infamous Murakami flower logo, a small smile etched on his face. The living room filled with all types of scented candles and incense sticks, two plants on either side of the tv stand. A full length mirror hung on the wall right in between the kitchen and living room, the arch of it filled with star stickers. A few vinyls were plastered onto the wall behind him with something written underneath each one and a custom piece of art sat in between the black discs, a painted picture of two people hugging with matching NY caps on. The little signature at the bottom spelling out 'Rea' and tiny initials signing 'R + N'.

Oh, the guilt sunk in quite quickly in those few moments as he observed a small part of her home. That's exactly what it was to Nadia, her home. Purely hers. Everything in his sight clearly held a special significance to the woman and because of his situations, he was taking that away from her. Her 'best teacher' pillows sat neatly on the couch, definitely gifted to her by her students that she loved. The picture frames and polaroids sat nicely on the side table, Nadia's smile wide and bright as she had stood with family and posed wildly with her friends.

His scandalous decisions had roped in a woman who looked like she had finally found her own way in life and he was taking that away from her. Everything she had worked for would be reduced to just being known as his wife. The thought making him cringe as he could picture the headlines.

Nadia fixed her shoelaces quickly as she found Lewis sitting on her couch staring at nothing, his arm sat high on the edge of the couch. "Lew? Are you okay?" The woman's soft voice went into his ear, his head turning to see her ready to go. The Barcelona jersey untucked, her jean shorts displaying the very few tattoos she had on her legs and the gold anklet contrasting with the stark white appearance of her Air forces.

"I know we're about to leave but do you mind if we talk a bit?" He asked, sitting on the edge of the couch and clasping his hands together. "What? You about to divorce me already?" Nadia joked but seeing him give the smallest smile only for it to fade away slightly scared her. Going to sit next to him, she sat one of her pillows over her lap and leaned on her elbows to hear what he had to say.

"Are you truly sure about this marriage? I feel like everything's just hitting you all at once and I feel bad. It feels as if I'm taking away your independence all because of stupid things people have said about me. I looked around and you already made a life for yourself and I don't want to do anything to hurt you." Lewis confessed, hands constantly fidgeting with the rings he had on. He was so sure that he would see her agree with him but seeing her downward smile surprised him.

"We already signed the papers, Lew, and it's going to sting you like a bee if we even think of letting this go. From my perspective, we're two people who are building a friendship who just happen to be married. I still am anxious about leaving my life behind but one thing I won't allow for myself is to be deduced to be someone's wife, no offence." She stated, seeing him nod.

Breathing in a little before continuing, she sat a bit comfortably on the couch facing him. "This is a very weird situation, one that not a lot of people go through but we're learning and that's the cool part. You and I have lived incredibly different lives and there's a reason why our lives are intertwining so much. I just ask for some time to figure out how to live in the limelight, right now I'm grateful for the journey. Except for the ysl heels, those bitches are uncomfortable." Nadia laughed a little, ending her sentence with a joke. He giggled along, his eyes crinkling with the left eye closing a bit more than the other. It was such an adorable sight to see.

"I appericiate the honesty, Nads. It's something that's been on my mind for quite some time and to hear you voice it out lifts some weight off my shoulders." Lewis chuckled, the sight of her smile was one he wanted to keep in his mind forever.

"Glad I could help, pookie bear. Tell me, do your friends like cookies? I made a bunch yesterday because I was stress baking." She asked, standing up and walking towards the kitchen. The nickname clearly sticking to him but he didn't mind, it was special.

"It would be weird if they did not like cookies. They smell good too." He complimented, unconsciously jingling the car keys in his hands. "Thank you, also made them vegan friendly." Nadia smiled, picking up the plastic tub and headed for the front door. Lewis couldn't control his eyes as they fell to her retreating figure, little peaks of more tattoos showed under the hems of her shorts. Taking a breath in, he walked towards her as she fiddled with her keys with the front door open.

-

"Oh my god, Tia sent a list of people she picked out for my team." Nadia gasped, tugging on the red seatbelt of the Range Rover a bit while going through her texts with Tia to see random faces with all their details laid on text.

"Really? That was fast." He said, one hand on the steering wheel with the other resting on his leg. He turned into an avenue, the car's engine roaring through the quiet street as they passed by homes that were hidden behind large gates and trees.

The pair spent the whole 35 minute journey just jamming out to their scarily similar music taste and getting a few snacks for the game night that'll be held, Nadia not realising that she's actually becoming famous because multiple people recognised her and asked for pictures. Once she got back into the SUV, she laughed about the situation until tears came out.

"They all look around my age or a bit younger, oh this is some scary shit." She joked as she looked through everyone's photos, to which Tia then said that Nadia will meet everyone in Miami before Lewis' media duties.

"And when are you meeting them?" Lewis asked, slowing the car down and turning into a driveway before stopping in front of the large gate. "Miami" She muttered. Pressing a button somewhere, the gates opened to quite the driveway with the motor court right in front of the large modern home. The beat of the song completely changed as the house came into view, Nadia taken aback at the visuals in front of her and she completely understood why the trees were hiding such a masterpiece behind them.

In the motor court, there stood a black Mercedes Benz amg gle coupe and an arctic grey Porsche 992 Turbo S outside of the garage looking fresh out the dealership. "My God..." Nadia muttered as she covered her mouth at everything she was seeing. Lewis definitely loved seeing Nadia astonished and excited at everything he's shown her so far.

Parking the Range Rover next to the Porsche, the two got out of the car and grabbed their belongings along with the snacks they bought earlier. "Is anyone else here yet?" She asked, only carrying her tub of cookies whilst Lewis carried everything else.

"Nope, just us. Was thinking of showing you around the house, just to get used to it." He smiled and slightly giggled at the side eye she gave him. "Now now, pookie bear. I still have to decide. But let's put the stuff inside." She smiled at him and watched as he opened the door with his fingerprint.

The moment she entered the massive house, her breath was taken away by the beauty of the foyer alone.

"So which floor do you wanna start with?" He asked, leading her into the living area, the kitchen space looking like it came out straight from the magazine. Looking to her left, she looked at the abnormally large garden with so many chill spots and what looked to be a tennis court.

"And this is all yours?" Nadia was stunned to say the least. The amount of luxury surrounding her was staggering and she wanted to hide within herself, scared to even comment until Lewis answered her question.

"Well, it's ours now that we signed on the dotted line."

And it's safe to say that the cookies surprisingly weren't dropped onto the floor.

-

Walking outside the home to marvel at the creation before her, Lewis followed right behind and watched her take it all in. "Are you able to take one more surprise? I think the closet did it for you." He grinned. His hands were behind his back as always and she looked back at him with a smile.

"You've done so much for me already, Lew. What could possibly top the Harrods trip." She asked, hands on hips while slightly joking. His smile grew even more as the butterflies in his stomach reacted to the nickname.

"How about a car? Would that be better than Harrods?" He asked, mischievously putting his finger on his chin as if he's thinking. Nadia's eyes widened for the upteenth time, her hands flying to cover her mouth.

"Are you fucking with me right now? Lewis, I swear if you're joking, I'm going to kick you in the ass." She exclaimed as the man held out different keys in his hand, the smile never leaving his face.

"Lewis whatever your middle name is Hamilton, are you serious? I'm going to fucking cry, oh my god." Nadia's voice was already quivering but she refused for her tears to fall.

"Wait no don't, you said that they would ruin your lashes." Lewis genuinely wanted to laugh at her reaction but he felt so happy that he could do this for her and hopefully get her used to it.

"First it was the Raye tickets then the croissants then an entire car? Not to mention the new shit I got. Oh this is gonna be so fun." Finally uncovering her mouth, they both smiled at each other then laughed. "Let's go look at it, Nads, before everyone gets here." He suggested and like lightning, the girl was already standing next to the car and was eagerly waiting for it to open.

-

"My God, Lewis! You didn't tell me she was so beautiful. Like crazy beautiful." Currently, Nadia was being cradled in the arms of one of Lewis' closest friends, Amara.

Standing in the entryway of the house, everyone exchanged greetings and hugs as the friend group hadn't seen each other in a long time. Moments before, the pair watched as cars rolled in the motor way as each of his friends climbed out of their cars hyped as ever, carrying different things in their hands.

" 'Mara, if i could kindly have Nads back, I can finally introduce you guys." Lewis jokingly rolled his eyes at his friend who didn't want to let go but eventually did.

"Guys, this is Nadia. Nads, this is my crew. We've got Miles," He pointed at the tall man with the brightest smile she's ever seen. "Amara, who's cradled you just now," The woman waved to Nads who definitely returned the energy.

"Charlotte, who threatened to sue if she didn't meet you," Lewis then pointed to the woman standing next to Amara, she was as stunning as ever. "Daniel or 'Spinz' if you will." Another man smiled at her, tilting his cap like a cowboy. "Andrew, and right next to him is Natalia." He ended off by pointing at the two right next to Daniel.

"Nice to meet you all, I'm Nadia as you know." She shyly greeted back, never the one to introduce herself as much. Everyone spoke at the time, patching the words together to say that they're delighted to meet her.

"Uh, we've got snacks in the kitchen and the games are set up in the living room already." Nadia suggested as she pointed behind her, not even realising that Lewis' arm was around her shoulders the whole time.

"Oh please lead the way." Natalia piped up as walked over to hold Nadia's hand and walk to the kitchen, the rest of the woman following suit and immediately started complimenting the woman.

Deciding that they would tell their friend groups the truth about their marriage, Nadia and Lewis happily agreed to their plan and it most definitely seemed to work.

"God damn, your parents chose good, man. The Barcelona jersey and she's just a teacher? Can your parents hook me up because damn." Daniel spoke up, shocked at Nadia's appearance knowing that his friend barely explained how she looks.

"And don't even get me started on the tattoos, Spinz. I'll call my dad for you though!" Lewis laughed as he walked away, the rest of his mates laughing, walking towards the living area.

An hour into the game night, Nadia and Lewis had won both boards games, celebrating as if their favourite team won the league. The atmosphere was light, conversations flowing as music played in the background, well that was until 'Love Is Wicked' by Brick and Lace started playing and that's when the nostalgia hit.

It was as if everyone lost their minds, immediately clearing the space to dance. Somehow, Lewis and Nadia found sunglasses and started dancing together. Amara being the friend who films everything, filmed the two having the time of their lives. Lewis trying to copy her dance moves whilst they both sung incoherent lyrics to the song, laughter spreading while the songs played out loud.

The song switched to 'Work' by Rihanna and the girls went crazy. Moving the party to the outside porch for fresh air and more space, the well light outside lights lit quite well. The girls were moving the hips to the beat, shaking ass nah chance they get. Nadia being the dancer here, just wowed the girls even more, hyping her up so much that the boys included themselves in the dance and they eventually created an unforgettable night hanging out and laughing until the moon rose.

"So, how was it?" Lewis asked, laying next to Nadia on a blanket on the grass. The rest of the crew were laying on the other blankets across the large backyard, resting after an intense game of hide n seek. "I haven't had this much fun in quite a while. It felt nice to feel like kids, just having a good time. Once again, thank you. For this, the Porsche that i still can't believe is mine, even the ring that I stare at all day." Nadia expressed, lifting her hand to look at the ring once more.

"If you need or want anything, don't hesitate to let me know and I'm very serious, Nadia." Lewis said, turning his head to see her staring up at the night sky.

"You're bluffing." She scoffed until she turned to see his face, a raised eyebrow as he stared at her. "Anything?" She asked.

"Anything." He scrunched his nose a little, the diamond studs glistening under the moonlight.

"New wig? With a new bracelet?" She turned her entire body to face him, leaning her head in her hand.

"Done." He smiled. "Although that was severely underwhelming, bruv." He said, turning on his back once.

The two shared a loud laugh afterwards, their laughs travelling to the moon that watch over them.

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Beautiful Stranger

01: Way To Fall

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: Lando being Lando, crash, injuries

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a/n: here you have the fist chapter of my new story! I hope everyone likes it and welcomes my new character Lily

kalimera: good morning

glykiá: sweety

efkharîsto: thank you

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When the summer break arrives, everyone wants to know where the drivers will go. They ask where their vacations will be, if they'll spend time with their families, go to parties or stay at home to do the activities they couldn't do during the first half of the season.

"So? What are you going to do?" Carlos asked me, a glass of God knows what type of drink on his right hand, and his left arm on the back of the long couch. "You'll go with your family somewhere with that big boat?"

"I don't think so, mate" I sighed. "I just don't feel like that. My brother has to take care of two kids, my sister has summer competitions… I'm not in the mood, actually"

"And what are you going to do? Stay in your apartment and play videogames?" he laughed, making me roll my eyes and look away. 

"I don't know, maybe I will do that" I groaned.

"Go somewhere alone" he said, placing the glass on the table and grabbing his phone. "Buy tickets to somewhere far enough of the spotlight and rent an apartment. I bet that would be exciting"

"Yeah, right. That only happens in movies" I scoffed while drinking a little of my beer. 

"And you don't want it to happen to you? Come on, I know you are tired of the dating rumors, of being always on tabloids asking about your love life in summer. You should go somewhere alone, far from the media" he said, patting my back.

Maybe he's right. Maybe I should go to a place where no one knows who I am. Maybe I should grab a map and find a place where I can be on my own.

That's how I ended days after searching for a place where I should go. 

Portofino? No, even if it's a beautiful place there are a lot of tourists and famous people there.

Somewhere in Spain? No… I was there last summer.

France? The Netherlands… no, they would recognize me.

Greece. That country has many islands. Maybe I can go somewhere and stay there all the break. 

There are some islands where communication barely arrives, where you live in a mix of the past and the present and ignore the exterior. Right, that’s what I need. 

I tried to find a good place, somewhere not too difficult to access. I shouldn’t rent a car, right? I have to look like a normal guy that casually has lots of money. No big luxury brands to be seen, no expensive watches or jewelry. I have to look like another tourist that wants to be in a village for a few weeks.

Now… How should I go there? Which place should I go? Not Mykonos, not Rhodes or Santorini. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere. 

“Huh? Where are you going?” Max asked, walking behind me and watching the screen of my laptop. “Greece?”

“I want to go alone” I sighed, rubbing my forehead and looking at the screen, the list of all the islands of Greece were shown in front of me. “But I don’t know where to go”

I saw Max sitting next to me, looking at the screen and  reading it. I searched in Wikipedia the list of islands just to know the name of them. But then the population was next to the names.

“Tell me a number between 1 and 144” he said, taking the laptop away from me.

“What?” I frowned looking at him. “Mate, it’s not a game, come on…”

“I’m helping you decide where you’ll go. So tell me a number” he frowned.

“God… Okay…” I sighed, closing my eyes and thinking of a number. “32?”

“Well, now you’ll go to Parga” he said.

I sighed. That was easy. It was too easy, and I didn't like it. I needed a place to get lost, my mind wanted to be in somewhere where neither my best friend knew where I was.

"But…" I sighed while brushing my hair with my hand. 

"I won't tell anyone" he sighed. "Lando, mate… you need it. I understand. Now with those rumors about you saying things you never said and the girls they say you are dating, you need to be somewhere away from the problems"

I look at him and nod. He's right, of course he's right. Carlos and him know me, they know how bad the hate affects me and how it makes me feel. 

"I'll go to that place" I sighed nodding. "But promise me you won't tell anyone"

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The started great. Everyone in the village started their routine as always, going to their boats, opening their restaurants and starting to cook. The streets smell of food, the women making their traditional dishes just to serve the tourists that came here, kids running and playing on the streets with their friends and the old people talking on the door of their houses.

"Kalimera, Nora" I smiled at the woman that was preparing some breakfast.

"Oh, Lily" she smiled, kissing my cheek. "Today we have a reservation. Someone will come to one of the apartments"

"Oh, really? At what time?" I asked, serving myself a cup of coffee. 

"Don't worry about it, Dorien will take care of it" she smiled. "He works for me, glykiá. You can go do your work"

I smile and nod, taking a deep breath and looking at her.

Nora Makris, owner of some of the apartments here in Parga. The day I came she adopted me as one of her kids, taking care of me and helping me with everything I needed. 

"What are you going to do today?" she asked, putting a plate of fruit in front of me.

"I think I'll work for a while at the cafeteria and then I'll go to the beach" I smiled at her.

Life here is easy: you wake up, get dressed always with a bikini under the clothes, work for a while and then go to the beach. Do you need more money? You can guide the tourists and help them with everything they need and translate things from the local people. 

Three years ago I came with the idea of escape from my life, needing a place to disconnect and forget about my past. And thanks to Nora now I have a place to call home. Working in the cafeteria is always fun. The villagers come and teach me some of their traditions, they teach me their language and how to live like them.

After I finished my breakfast I started to help Nora, making coffee or baking things. I know everyone in this place, so I greet them with their name and make their favorite things the way they like.

"Kalimera, Lily" they smile when I arrive at their table, complimenting my coffee or my outfit.

Everybody wants to know about me. Why would a young woman come here alone for a trip and stay longer than expected? They say I'm mysterious, that I'm a gift from the gods. Maybe that's why they treat me like I was born there, not asking about my origins or about my life, only accepting that I'm one of them.

The morning went quick, the same routine as always. The upstairs neighbor wanted a coffee with a plate of mixed fruit, the old lady that lives two doors away wanted her morning tea with one of the pastries of the day, the mother that lives with her two kids wanted her usual morning coffee and a toast with avocado and cream cheese. Everyone has their story here, and that's what I love about this place. 

"Lily, you can leave now" Nora said walking towards me. "I'll for a while for the lunch time and them I'll start preparing some dishes for whoever wants to come"

I nodded and smiled, grabbing my bag and taking off my apron, leaving it on the hanger that is next to the backdoor.

I went to my apartment, going upstairs and opening the door. I have to get changed and make something for lunch, something quick and easy so I can go to the beach soon.

Everything was going great. I was listening to music while cooking, singing on top of it and moving around. Cutting tomatoes, making some bread and making chicken to make a gyro. 

I heard noises in the apartment next to mine, like someone talking in English and opening and closing doors, even someone talking dirty English. Walls here are thin, but I won't complain. I prefer having thin walls rather than not having anything.

When I finished making my lunch I grabbed my laptop and went to the balcony, eating everything while watching a show.

"That's Peaky Blinders?" I heard a voice from the other balcony.

I stopped the episode and frowned, looking at the tall wall that separated both balconies. I can't see the face of the person that talks to me, I only can hear him.

"Eh… yeah" I nod, blushing. "How do you know?"

"The accent and that they are always saying Thomas Shelby" he chuckled. "It's a great show"

"Yeah it is" I nodded, smiling. "It's the second time I watch it"

"That's nice" he said, and then silence again.

I continued watching the show, but it was awkward. Nora should have told me that the tourist was going to be my neighbor, that we were going to share walls.

The rest of the lunch time was relaxed. After I finished the lunch I laid on the couch to watch a little more of the show while packing my beach bag and getting changed to go there.

The beach here is some streets away, and on the way to it there are many stores to get the attention of the tourists: souvenirs, ice cream shops, things for the beach, even swimwear and sandals shops.

I grabbed my earphones and started playing some soft music after getting out of the apartment, locking the door and putting the keys on the bag. 

I started my way to the beach, smiling at some people that recognized me and even stopping to talk with some of them. The old women always have something to talk about, even some of them try to make me date their grandsons.

"They would settle down with someone like you" they use to say. "You are so responsible and down on Earth!"

It always makes me laugh. I'm mysterious to them, no one knows why I came, only Nora. 

I kept walking down the street, hearing music that now wasn't as soft as before. It was some type of rock, making me not hear my surroundings.

Making me not hear the scooter that was driving straight towards me.

"Stop!" the guy screamed, but it was too late for him to break and for me to jump back. "Shit!"

I fell to the floor. It was so fast, making me fall hard. I could feel blood in the plan of my hands and my knees, even a sharp pain on my ankle.

"Shit, are you okay?" he gasped, leaving the scooter on the floor and kneeling in front of me.

"What the hell?" I groaned, but I immediately moaned in pain. "Just pay attention to the road!"

"I did! You were the one that wasn't paying attention!" he exclaimed and it made me gasp, looking at him.

"It's you" I frown, recognizing the voice.

"Me?" he frowned, nervous. "What? You know who I am?"

He looked around, searching for someone or something. I could feel how anxious he was feeling right now.

"Shit, do you know who I am" he groaned.

"Yeah, my neighbor" I said, looking at him. 

"What?" he mumbled, frowning. "Oh, you are the one that is watching Peaky Blinders… yeah, sorry"

I frown and look around. Was he searching for someone? No one was around, at this time people are already on the beach or working on their shops.

"Shit, you can walk, right?" he sighed, helping me to get up.

"Yeah… no" I groaned when I stood on my feet. "No, I think I hurt my ankle"

"Ah shit" he sighed. "Is there somewhere I can take you? Like… a medical center?"

"Yeah" I sigh, leaning on him since he was holding me to not stand on my ankle. 

"Get on the scooter" he said, holding it and sitting on it, looking at me.

"What? No! You just crashed on me with it! I won't get on it!" I exclaimed, but the pain was worse than my own pride.

"I'll help you, okay? And I'll go slow and pay attention to every corner. Now, please, get on the scooter" he sighed.

I look at him and then at the back of his seat, where I'm supposed to sit. I have to get close to him to fit, wrap my arms on his waist and hold him. God, it will be really awkward.

"Come on" he hurried me.

I sighed, grabbing my bag from the ground and hanging it on my shoulder, standing on my good leg while I watched how he was offering me his hand to hold it. I looked at the palm of my hand, gow scratched and bloody it was, then at my knee. I’m surely going to get his shirt dirty with my blood.

“But the blood…” I sighed looking at his hand.

“I really don’t care, come on” he sighed, moving his hand to hold mine helping me get on the scooter. “It’s just blood, I can wash it away. And if you don’t look that ankle it will get worse”

I sigh and nod, getting on the scooter in a really uncomfortable way. He doesn’t have a spare helmet, so he took his helmet off and put it on my head. He didn’t start the engine, making me believe the vehicle was broken.

“Wrap your arms around me” he said looking back at me. 

“What? No!” I exclaimed, raising up my  hands, trying to not touch him.

“You’ll fall if you don’t do that!” he sighed, and grabbed both of my hands wrapping my arms around his waist making me blush hard.

This guy has really a strong rizz, he didn’t even flinch when I placed my hands on his abdomen, the dry blood getting on his shirt and my fingers feeling the line of his abs. 

I tried to not blush, looking away and making sure he couldn’t see me through the mirrors. He smells good too, I wonder what type of perfume he’s using. And his curls are so good made, just on top of his head and on his sides is kinda shorty.

“It’s on this way, right?” he asked me, pointing to a signal that had a cross on it. “It’s in greek”

“Yeah, it's that way” I said nodding.

He parked the scooter in front of the door of the medical center, getting off of it after holding it with the stand. He took off the helmet from my head and then hung it on the handlebar. 

“Do you need help?” he asked, looking at me.

Now I can see his eyes, his face. Well, he's cute. 

“I think so, yeah” I sighed after trying to get out of the seat, but it was impossible.

He helped me, holding my arm and then he turned around. He wanted to carry me on his back? Can this be more awkward than it already is and looks? I sighed, sitting with both my legs hanging on the side of the scooter and looking at his back.

I hope no one is around. Because it’ll be the talk of the town.

🎮

I felt bad. Really, really bad. The moment she recognized me I panicked, thinking that she recognized me because of who I was, not because of my voice. She’s the girl next door that when I walked inside the apartment Max rented for me was playing music while cooking. I heard her voice and then I heard the dialogues of the show I watched not long ago.

Her voice was soft, like velvet, and when she talked to me after I crashed into her, her mad voice made me remember Yuki. She was panicking and in pain, andI could feel how nervous she was while we had the ride on the scooter.

When we arrived at the medical center and I carried her inside of it she started talking in greek, making me impressed. She speaks perfect english and a perfect greek, where is she from?

“I have a sprained ankle” she sighed looking at me.

The moment the nurse saw her when we walked inside the local she guided us to a room, so I placed her on the hospital bed and sat next to her on a chair. I’m not an idiot, I know that it’s my fault and I should take care of what happened.

“Oh…” I frowned, looking at how the nurse was rolling a bandage around her right foot. “I’m sorry, it’s my fault”

She sighed and looked away. I still can feel how  uncomfortable she is. 

“I’ll pay for the medicines you have to take” I said, and she turned her head quickly at me, surprised. 

“No, don’t worry about it! I can pay for them” she frowned, like if she was offended that I was offering to pay for the medicines. 

She sighed and looked away again, crossing her arms in front of her chest and looking out through the window. I bet she wanted to be on the beach, she was wearing a bikini under her summer dress, and on her bag there was a towel and a book too. 

“It’s the least I can do, I ruined your day” I sighed, shrugging my shoulders. 

The nurse looked at us and said something that made her blush. I wonder what she said.

“Okay” the girl sighed. “Yeah, okay”

I smiled weakly and nodded at the nurse, watching how she got up to grab something. I grabbed my phone and sighed, searching the dictionary I downloaded.

“How do you say thank you in greek?” I asked the girl, frowning, then I heard her chuckle.

“Efkharîsto” she said chuckling softly. “You came to Greece with no idea of how to say the basic things to survive here?”

“I survive thanks to a dictionary” I said sighing. 

“Well, let me tell you that it’s useless” she laughed. “You should learn the basic words, just to not waste time searching them”

“What’s your name?” I asked her suddenly, looking at her and how her face changed.  “I crashed into you, at least let me know the name of my first victim”

“Your first victim? I feel honored” she laughed, making me laugh. Good, the tension is now less present here. “Lily”

“That doesn’t sound Greek at all” I frowned, looking at her surprised.

“That’s because I’m not from here” she said shrugging her shoulders. “And what’s your name? In case I have to demand you, you know”

“Oh…” I laugh, but my mind immediately started to panic. Should I tell her my name? What if she discovers who I am? “Logan” lie.

“Well… nice to meet you in a bad way, Logan” she nodded.

Well done, Lando.

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Summer of Love One shot:- Always by your side

Jack Hughes X F!OC

An:- Heyyy it’s been a hot minute since I uploaded huh. 🤔 Well here’s a lil something as I get back into the swing of things. Inbox still open for one shots. As always people on the phone will be in bold!!

TW:- Mentions of being high, Injuries but nothing graphic, I don’t believe there’s any swearing in this one which is surprising for me Ik 🤣

(Not my Gif, Credits to who made it)

It was the morning of the first devils game of the season and Mackenzie was buzzing with excitement, she always loved watching Jack play, he always came alive on the ice, it brought out a fire in him that Mackenzie rarely saw outside the rink. She swayed her hips happily in a beat as she walked into the kitchen, “Good morning gorgeous” she greeted Kaylee leaning down to kiss her cheek. “Well good morning my pocket full of sunshine, what made you so happy this morning?” Kaylee smiled up at her. “It’s the devils first game of the season!” Mackenzie smiled as she opened the refrigerator, grabbing a yoghurt pot.

“Oh yeah! Did Jack leave you a ticket? I’m gonna buy one when we get there” Kaylee asked as she ate at the island. “mhm he texted them through last night, he’s already got you a ticket though” Mackenzie laughed, “Again?! I told him I could buy my own, lemme venmo him the money” Kaylee pulled out her phone, “he’s just gonna venmo it back Kay, you know how he is” Mackenzie sighed before laughing. “Damn boy is too kind for his own good, now where are we sitting? I need to know how much to send” Kaylee looked up expectantly at Mackenzie.

The blonde waved her spoon, “Next to the devils bench” she laughed looking at her best friend's expression. “But they’re like $300 each!” Kaylee exclaimed as she pulled up Jack's contact, “what are you doing now?” Mackenzie laughed, “I’m giving him a piece of my mind” Kaylee huffed, “good luck, he’s at morning skate right now” Mackenzie informed the brunette before eating her yoghurt. Kaylee shrugged and tried to call anyway, as Mackenzie predicted it went straight to voicemail.

“Jackson Rowden Hughes you better call me as soon as you get this, you’re in big trouble Mister!” Kaylee shouted through the phone before hanging up, “you do realise that’s not his name” Mackenzie laughed, “oh I know but shouting Jack just doesn’t have the same effect.” Kaylee laughed before heading to the bathroom, “want me to join you hot stuff?” Mackenzie wiggled her eyebrows.

“I’d love for you to join me but i doubt your boyfriend would appreciate that” Kaylee laughed before closing the door, “what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him but you could've let me watch” Mackenzie shouted back teasingly before hearing Kaylee cackle, “maybe next time sweet cheeks”

Mackenzie shook her head as she threw her empty pot away before heading for her room, she looked through her dresser picking out an outfit for tonight. “Kay?” she shouted, “yeah?” Kaylee shouted back slightly muffled. “What are you wearing tonight?” Kenzie asked as she walked into Kaylee’s room. “Oooo I don’t know yet, probably black jeans and a jersey?” Kenzie heard the muffled reply. Mackenzie put some music on as she went through options.

It had been about 45 minutes since Kenzie had started planning outfits, she’d moved into the living room to attend a lecture as Kaylee was in her room attending the same lecture and editing an assignment.

Kaylee’s phone rang from the kitchen, Mackenzie got up from her spot in the hanging chair to check who was calling, when she saw it was Jack calling, she walked into Kaylee’s room passing her the phone. “It’s Jack.” Mackenzie whispered before leaving, “woah woah woah, you can stay missy, you’ll wanna be here” Kaylee laughed as she accepted the call, putting it on speaker.

“Hey Kaylee” Jack spoke first, “JACK ROWDEN HUGHES” Kaylee screeched as Mackenzie winced. Jack sighed, “yes Kaylee, whatever your middle name is Johnson?” “it’s Blair for future reference” Mackenzie spoke up. Kaylee turned to glare at her, “whose side are you on here?” she asked, quirking her eyebrow. “I’m in no man’s land babe” Mackenzie defended as she lifted Kaylee’s drink to her lips, “just that if you know his full name, shouldn’t he know yours?” she added before drinking.

Kaylee huffed, “fine, anyways. why are you buying me tickets Jacky boy, you tryna sugar daddy me?” Mackenzie spat her drink out as Jack laughed, “you know what Kaylee, I’ve known you for 2 years now and yet you still surprise me with the things you say” Jack shot back, “what can i say, I’m gifted” Kaylee flipped her hair, “but seriously Jack, how much do I owe you for the ticket?” Kaylee asked, “Just call it an early birthday present” he answered. “… my birthdays in June, it’s October” Kaylee deadpanned, “ok, early christmas present then” Jack laughed before hanging up.

“Your boyfriend is impossible” Kaylee huffed, “you’re both impossible, he just wants you to like him” Mackenzie laughed. “I already do! I love that boy to death, he’s my brother from another mother, my homie” Kaylee made a peace sign. “all peace and love over here” Mackenzie sighed, “why am i friends with you?” “JUST FRIENDS HAVE I BEEN DEMOTED?! this is the worst day of my life” Kaylee flopped dramatically on her bed. “Babes you know I love you but you are so dramatic” Mackenzie spoke before leaving to continue her lecture. “I love you more sugar tits!” Kaylee shouted down the hall.

It was dark as Mackenzie finished her work, she sighed putting her arms up and stretching her back before checking the time, Kaylee had gone out to grab them some food before the game and still wasn’t back, Mackenzie packed her things away before heading for the shower. “Kenny-bear?” Kaylee called as she closed the front door, “in the shower” Mackenzie replied as she washed her hair. “I got you nuggets, there wasn’t really anything else that looked good today” Kaylee called as she walked down the hallway, “Okay thank you, i’ll be out soon” Mackenzie finished up before leaving to sit in the living room, eating nuggets in a towel.

The girls chatted idly as they ate before going to their respective rooms to change, “are you ready to watch our boys win?” Kaylee asked. “hell yeah, let’s go. Are the boys meeting us there?” Kenzie asked as they took a quick mirror picture before walking out the door, “yeah Cody and Chase are, Jaden, Preston and Hunter are gonna meet us after detention.” Kaylee read the message. “Okay, sounds good, is Cody bringing the white claws?” Kenzie asked as they pressed for the elevator. “Yeah, he asked what we’re planning on doing afterwards” Kaylee asked as she walked in and pressed the ground level. “I’m not sure. Depends if Jack and the boys are up for anything afterwards. I’m not sure if they have anything going on early tomorrow” Mackenzie texted the group chat the same message.

The girls stood outside of their apartment building, waiting for confirmation that the boys had left so they could begin walking. A gust of wind swept across the pair as they chatted, predicting goals and who would score them, “fuck me it’s cold” Kaylee mumbled before jumping up and down trying to get warm, Mackenzie shrugged off her jacket and draped it across Kaylee’s shoulders, “Babe I think I’m a little to big for your jacket” Kaylee pouted, “It’s not my jacket, It’s Jacks” Mackenzie laughed.

“Of course it is” Kaylee sighed as she shrugged the jacket on, Mackenzie wrapped her scarf around her for warmth, she was already shivering but she hid it as best as she could, knowing Kaylee would throw a fit. Soon a car pulled into view along the main road, and Ellen was behind the wheel.

She drove past the girls before doing a double take and turning left, Mackenzie furrowed her eyebrows. “Why’s she turning left? The rink isn’t down that road” Mackenzie mumbled to herself, Ellen appeared in view again shortly after, slowly pulling up to the girls and rolling down the window, “Hey Sweeties, what are you doing out there? You’ll catch a cold, come on, in” Ellen nodded her head to the car, as Mackenzie and Kaylee walked towards it, Kaylee hopped into the back as Mackenzie rounded to the front. “Thank you so much Mrs Hughes” Kaylee thanked as she relaxed in the seat.

“Kaylee, honey I’ve told you before you can call me Ellen” Ellen laughed, as she began driving again. “Hey Mama Hen, I missed you” Mackenzie smiled at the older woman, “Hey Kenz, I’ve missed you too, how have you been? It’s been a while huh?” Ellen asked. “I’ve been good, how are you and Jim?” Mackenzie asked as she turned to look at Ellen, “I’ve been good, very busy though. We visited Quinn in Vancouver as I’m sure you know. I haven’t had much time to come and see Jack as much as I’ve wanted to” Ellen sighed as they approached a red light. “He understands, I can imagine it isn’t easy trying to split your time evenly. At least Jack and Luke will be in the same place soon, so it’ll make it a little easier splitting it two ways instead of three” Mackenzie reassured. “Plus with training and this one, Jack is always looked after! and I’m sure Luke will be too!” Kaylee laughed. “You make it sound like I’m overbearing” Mackenzie laughed looking at Ellen who lifted an eyebrow, “I promise I’m not!” Mackenzie defended as Ellen laughed “Oh I know you aren’t sweetie” Ellen reassured.

A short while later they were pulling up to the arena’s parking lot barriers for players and pass holders, Ellen rolled down the window as a security guard approached them, “Hi Ladies, Can I see your passes?” he asked.

“Kaylee, can you pass me my bag please?” Ellen asked the brunette, “of course Mrs Hughes… I mean Ellen” Kaylee passed the black bag through the gap between the two front seats. Mackenzie pulled her pass out of her pocket, “here Ellen” she gave her pass to Ellen who flashed them both at the security guard, he scanned them before his machine flashed red.

“Okay, this one is working fine” he passed back Ellen’s pass, “however this one isn’t flagging on my system, it appears it’s been taken off the players account” he handed Mackenzie’s pass back to Ellen, “I can’t let these two in without a working pass, I’m really sorry.” he apologised. Ellen went to protest, however Mackenzie shook her head, “It’s ok Ellen, we’ll walk around the front” Mackenzie reassured. “Mackenzie, you’ll get recognised… both of you will” Ellen worried, “I’ll keep her safe, we’ll meet you inside.” Kaylee reassured her as they climbed out.

“You call me if anything happens, both of you” Ellen warned, “Scouts honour” Kaylee saluted. “I’ll call Jim and let him know as well, in case you can’t get hold of me. He’s already inside” Ellen informed before moving off to park in the multi-storey.

The girls walked around the front, being greeted with a long line of awaiting fans and ticket holders, “Great” Kaylee sighed as they joined the back, “MACKENZIE, KAYLEE” a familiar voice shouted, gaining the attention of some people around, “trust Cody to make it obvious” Kaylee sighed as they walked over to them. Cody passed the girls a white claw each. “I thought we were meeting you inside?” Chase frowned. “You were but Mackenzie’s pass isn’t working so we can’t get in” Kaylee explained.

“Ohhh, well drink up, it’s gonna be a long wait” Chase said as he stared ahead. Kenzie sighed, pulling her phone out calling Jack, she doubted he’d answer but thought she’d try anyways. “Hi it’s Jack, sorry i can’t come to the phone right now, leave a message and i’ll get back to you” Jack's voicemail spoke out, Mackenzie sighed before hanging up. “Drink up Kenny-bear” Cody lifted his can to cheer hers, they linked arms and chugged their cans. An hour into their wait Mackenzie was convinced her lips were turning blue, she was still wrapped in her scarf without her jacket, she felt a tap on her shoulder from behind and turned to see two girls who were no older than 17. “Erm Hi I’m sorry to bother you but I was wondering if we could get a picture?” the red head asked shyly.

“Of course” Mackenzie reached her hand out for her phone assuming they wanted one of the two together. “Oh I meant one with you?” the shy girl smiled, “oh sorry, of course you can” Mackenzie smiled tapping Kaylee. “Can you take a picture for us?” Mackenzie asked her best friend. “Course babe” Kaylee smiled, holding the young girl's phone. After taking a few pictures together, the two girls thanked her. “So is it your first game?” Mackenzie asked, smiling kindly, “for me it is, she’s been to one before” the red head pointed to her friend. “Oh I'm so sorry! I forgot to ask for your names” Mackenzie apologised. “It’s ok, I’m Megan and this is Rachel” the red head responded.

“Well it’s lovely to meet you girls, What do you think the score will be?” Mackenzie asked, keeping the conversation going. “Hmm I think 4-0, Jacks definitely gonna score” Megan responded, “I think maybe 2-3” Rachel thought aloud. “Would you mind if I posted the picture on my story?” Rachel asked, “Of course!! You’re the first people to ask for a picture of just me” Mackenzie laughed.

The girls laughed, “normally I’m taking the pictures, people have recognised me before but never asked for pictures or anything” Mackenzie added. “Does it ever bother you? People always wanting pictures of Jack? Sorry if that’s too personal” Megan asked the blonde. “It’s a little personal but I don’t mind answering. At first it did bother me, every time we went anywhere he’d be constantly asked for pictures and I’d just stand there.

“Jack would always be constantly apologetic for it but he didn’t need to, it wasn’t his fault. Now I’m used to it, although when they ask for pictures as we’re getting out of the car or at dinner it is a little frustrating, there’s a time and a place for pictures you know?” Mackenzie replied, “yeah, I don’t know about you but the last thing I’d want is a camera shoved in my face when I’m eating my dinner” Megan laughed. “Absolutely.” Rachel added.

“Oh it seems we’re next, well again it was so lovely to meet you girls. Enjoy the game” Mackenzie hugged them both before turning to her friends. “Look at you, my little superstar!” Chase teased, smiling. “Oh please, It was one picture” Mackenzie giggled as they walked up to security checks. After getting through they walked up to scan their tickets, flashing green they started heading to their seats, grabbing some popcorn as they went. “I’m just gonna call Ellen to let her know we’re through.” Mackenzie informed the group as she stood to the side, she dialled Ellen’s number but it went to voicemail, so she called Jim’s number instead.

“Hello?” Jim’s faint voice could be heard amongst the loud background noise. “Hey Jim, It’s Kenzie” Mackenzie spoke sweetly, “Hi Sweetheart, is everything ok?” Jim asked as the background noise began fading. “Yeah, just letting you know that we got through okay” Mackenzie said, “Alright, I’ll let Ellen know.” Jim spoke softly.

“Oh Jim? I won’t be able to wait by the changing rooms after the game, my pass isn’t working. Could you let Jack know I’ll meet him out back by the parking lot door?” Mackenzie asked the oldest Hughes. “I’ll let him know” Jim assured. “Enjoy the game” Mackenzie smiled. “You too, bye!” Jim hung up, Mackenzie slid her phone into her back pocket before walking back over to her friends.

“Ready?” Cody asked, the girls nodded as they walked into the rink. Once settled in their seats they began chatting amongst themselves, however Mackenzie sat nervously chewing the skin around her thumb, tapping her foot on the concrete below her.

“You okay?” Kaylee whispered, leaning across to Mackenzie. Mackenzie was zoned out staring straight ahead. “Kenz?” Kaylee elbowed her gently, “mhm?” Mackenzie hummed. “Are you okay?” Kaylee questioned again, “Yeah, I’m good.” Mackenzie reassured. Kaylee furrowed her eyebrows but carried on chatting.

The game was soon in full swing, the Devils were up 3-2 by the middle of the third period, Nico had scored twice and Jack had scored with an assist. The middle Hughes boy had the puck and was making his way towards the Islanders goal, but the next few seconds seemed to move in slow motion, Jack had shot the puck into the goal moments before he was taken to the ice by a defenseman.

The defenseman got up fairly quickly, however Jack was still down. Mackenzie shot out of her seat, shouting cusses at the defender before mumbling under her breath “Jack, please be ok. Get up baby, get up.” Jack slowly got up to his hands and knees before slipping down again. Mackenzie watched, feeling helpless as the medical team arrived by his side. Nico looked up searching the stands searching for someone, as soon as his eyes locked with Mackenzie’s he began skating towards her.

“He’s gonna be ok, they’re taking him to the medical room, if you want to go and see him” Nico shouted over the crowd, as Mackenzie started moving towards the locker rooms. She glanced back at the love of her life laying on a stretcher, and whilst deep in her brain she knew it was protocol for players to be taken off that way after taking more powerful hits, she’d seemed to have lost all logical thinking.

Mackenzie wasn’t sure how but she’d somehow made it to the tunnels, as she was about to walk down them a security guard gently grabbed her wrist to gain her attention.

“Do you have a pass?” the guard asked. “Erm y-yeah” Mackenzie dug through her pocket to pull it out but just as earlier it didn’t work. “I’m sorry you can’t come through.” the guard arrogantly said. “b-but you don’t understand! m-my boyfriend Jack is in there hurt, they’ve just taken him down” Mackenzie stuttered.

“Hughes?” the guard questioned, Mackenzie simply nodded, expecting him to let her through now that he had that information however he just laughed at her. “Oh if I had a dollar every time one of you crazy fangirls used that excuse, I’d be a billionaire.” He cackled.

Mackenzie sighed before walking away to call Ellen. “Mackenzie?” Ellen’s reassuring voice spoke, “E-ellen, they won’t let me in” Mackenzie mumbled on the verge of tears. “What was that honey? Where are you?” Ellen spoke calmly, looking over at Jim. “By the tunnels, but they won’t let me in. I need to see Jack, I need to see him” Mackenzie spoke louder, a tear sliding down her face. “Okay Honey, Jim and I are on our way, just stay there. Everything’s gonna be fine” Ellen’s motherly instincts kicked in as she stayed on the line with her until she saw the tunnels. Mackenzie stood off just to the side pacing back and forth, biting her nails.

Ellen rushed over giving the smaller girl a hug, whispering reassurances in her ear, before gently guiding her to the tunnel entrance again. The same security guard approached them, smiling at Ellen but frowning when he saw Mackenzie again. “She can’t come through” He pointed at the smaller blonde, “She, is my son’s girlfriend and I doubt Jack would appreciate you talking to her like that” Ellen responded, “so I suggest you move and allow her through” Ellen stood expectantly.

The security guard nodded defeated, as the girls made their way through the corridors, Jim following behind. Ellen guided Mackenzie gently into the medical room, where a sweaty Jack layed. “Jack!” Mackenzie exclaimed before running over to him, “are you okay baby? What hurts? Just you wait till I see the jerk that knocked you over!” Mackenzie rushed out, grabbing one of his hands in one of hers, she began brushing the hair off his sweaty forehead with the other. Jack layed there, barely able to keep his eyes open but lifted his lip in a slight smile. “Hey baby” He whispered.

“Hey bubs, how are you feeling?” Mackenzie asked as she leaned over to give him a kiss, “like I just got floored” Jack hummed in thought. “Are you in pain? I can go find a medical staff to give you something?” Mackenzie suggested. “They’ve already given me something” Jack mumbled just as the team's doctor walked in. He approached the table with a smile, “Hello Jack, how are you feeling?” he asked as he began looking through cabinets seemingly for equipment.

“Erm dizzy, my shoulder hurts, and my eyes feel heavy” Jack spoke, sounding unsure of himself. “Okay, let’s have a look shall we? If you could follow the light for me” the doctor explained as he began his examinations. After a while he concluded that Jack needed to go to the hospital to get some scans done as he suspected a concussion and a broken collarbone. Mackenzie stepped away as they began getting Jack ready to be moved, Ellen came over and grabbed her hand.

“Jim is going to take Kaylee back to your place and I’m going to take Jack's car to meet you at the hospital, ok honey” Ellen squeezed her hand, “are you sure? I can drive Jack's car if you want to ride with him” Mackenzie assured. Before Ellen could reply Jack's disorientated voice called out as they wheeled him to the ambulance, “Kenzie?”

“I think that answers that question” Ellen smiled knowingly, “I’ll call you if anything happens on the way there” Mackenzie promised before trailing behind Jack. “Mack?” Jack called again trying to move, “I’m here, I’m here” Mackenzie reassured before climbing in beside him taking a seat out of the way. Jack reached out his good arm prompting her to hold it. “It’s gonna be okay bubs, I promise” Mackenzie stroked his knuckles soothingly.

Luckily the hospital was only a short journey away, Mackenzie shot a quick text to Ellen letting her know that they’d arrived and she’d wait in the waiting room for her as she wasn’t allowed out back due to not being immediate family, even though she was registered as one of Jack's emergency contacts. “Today’s really not my day” she mumbled to herself as she sat down fiddling with the necklace Jack gave her for their 2 year anniversary and felt two tears slide down her cheeks before the floodgates opened. Ellen spotted the anxious blonde immediately, she walked over and sat down slowly into the seat beside her, grabbing one of her hands as she did so.

“Jack is going to be absolutely fine” Ellen comforted her, “I know but I just hate seeing him in pain and not being able to do anything” Mackenzie sighed, “He’s worked so hard over the summer to prepare for the season ahead and now he’s out in their first game?”

“You know Jack, he’ll bounce back in no time.” Ellen squeezed her hand, “and I have no doubt he’s gonna be well looked after.” she added gently, teasing to lighten the mood, Ellen lifted her arm inviting Mackenzie to a hug as they waited.

An hour later, a doctor in dark blue scrubs stepped into the waiting room, “Family of Jack Hughes?” he asked as he scanned the waiting patients and family members.

Ellen stood up first, Mackenzie following shortly after as they approached the young man. “Hi I’m Ellen, Jack’s mom” Ellen shook his hand as she introduced herself. “I’m Mackenzie, Jack’s girlfriend” Mackenzie introduced herself. “Nice to meet you both, I’m Doctor May I’ve been the doctor in charge of Mr Hughes’ care, if you’d like to follow me” Doctor May gestured forward as he walked.

The doctor led them into a side room, “please take a seat” he gestured as he sat himself. “Is everything okay?” Mackenzie asked anxiously. “Well, Mr Hughes is currently down in X-ray, as we suspect he’s broken his collarbone. We have already performed a CT scan which shows no internal damage to his head, however we’ve confirmed a mild concussion. We’re awaiting the results of the x-ray to see if he’s going to need surgery.” Doctor May concluded.

“S-surgery?” Mackenzie’s eyes widened, “yes, naturally that is always the last resort however with Mr Hughes’ field of work we need to ensure his collarbone is stable enough to withstand forceful pressure in the future.” The doctor explained, however it didn’t make Mackenzie any less anxious, “Can I see him when he’s back?” she asked nervously. “Of course, I will update you once the results are back” Doctor May assured before standing up to show them to Jack’s empty room.

“Mr Hughes should be back soon, if you have any questions please don’t hesitate to ask” the doctor smiled comfortably heading to the door, “Erm before you go, may I ask what medication Jack has been given?” Mackenzie spoke softly to the doctor, “He’s been given codeine and morphine” he replied as he scanned his notes.

“May you make a note to not give him any more codiene? It makes him extremely nauseous” Mackenzie requested. “Of course, I shall ask a nurse to fetch a sick bowl as well just in case, I’m not sure why that wasn't on his records” the doctor wrote down the request. “Thank you.” Mackenzie smiled as she sat in the chair closest to where the missing bed was. Ellen placed a comforting hand on the younger girl's shoulder, “you’re both as bad as each other” she stated. Mackenzie furrowed her eyebrows, “I’m sorry?” she questioned, looking up at the older woman. “You and Jack, remember when you broke your wrist when Jack was away on a roadie?” Ellen asked as she stroked Mackenzie’s hair.

Mackenzie faintly nodded, “well he asked Jim and I to fly out to come and look after you, he must have called us at least 20 times each in an hour to keep updating him” Ellen smiled at the memory, “reminds me of Jim and I in a way.”

“How so?” Mackenzie questioned, Ellen laughed to herself, “when Jim and I first started seeing each other, he’d invite me to his games. At first I thought he was a really good player until he kept trying to impress me by making some questionable plays, anyways one day he’d made arguably his most stupidest play to date and I remember so vividly sitting there, panicking, anxiously awaiting him to stand up, to brush off the ice and wink at me like he usually did. It was his way of reassuring me he was fine but this time he didn’t. Anyways he broke his leg and I made him vow to stop trying to impress me, I joked that I’d need a hospital bed next to his next time, my heart was beating so fast” Ellen laughed.

Before Mackenzie could reply a nurse entered the room, moving to open both doors as a bed was wheeled in, Jack pumping his good arm up and down in the air, babbling nonsense to one of the nurses. “My wife is so beautiful , an angel.” Jack tells him.

Ellen and Mackenzie exchange a look with wide eyes, “wife huh?” Ellen teased, “something you two aren’t telling me?” she added smirking at Mackenzie’s shocked, flushed face. “There she is! Isn’t she beautiful?” Jack shouted as he locked eyes with hers. “I assume you're his wife?” the nurse asked, Mackenzie smiled nodding, “apparently we got married” she mumbled more to herself.

The nurse smiled, before asking Ellen to follow him outside to update her on Jack’s condition. “Hey husband” Mackenzie teased as she leaned down to give him a kiss, “Hey baby, I missed you” Jack gave her a dopey grin. “I missed you too, I’ve been so worried about you bubs.” Mackenzie confessed.

“I love—“ Jack spoke before being cut off with a gag, “you gonna barf?” Mackenzie asked hurriedly as she reached for a sick bowl. Jack shook his head no before quickly nodding yes, as Mackenzie held the bowl in front of him, she rubbed his back soothingly. He dry heaved as he tried to force more out, “shh, it’s okay bubs, don’t force it out” Mackenzie reached for a bottle of water from the nightstand and placed the barf bowl on the table.

A nurse walked in to give Jack some more pain medicine, she noticed the barf bowl and grabbed some gloves. “let me get rid of this for you.” she said as she grabbed it and left, returning a short while after.

“Thank you, I’m sorry about that” Mackenzie apologised. “Oh don’t worry about it, it happens more often than you think, now I have some more pain medication for Jack” the nurse reassured before placing an IV on Jack's arm.

Jack watches as Mackenzie holds his hand squeezing reassuringly before giving him a small smile. “Feel a bit better now?” Mackenzie asked as she began brushing her hand through his hair soothingly, “mhmm” Jack hummed. Ellen entered the room, smiling softly at her son, “Oh Jack” she sighed, coming over to the unoccupied side of the bed. “How are you feeling honey?” she asked, looking down at her son worriedly.

“I feel soooo good right now!” Jack mumbled before trying to move, “woah easy there cowboy” Mackenzie moved to fluff up his pillows. “But I want cuddles.” Jack pouted. Ellen chuckled, shaking her head, “you’re literally acting like a child right now” Mackenzie giggled, “hmm” Jack smiled almost drunkenly at her.

“Ellen, I’ll be back in a sec, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom and call Kaylee to update her” Mackenzie mumbled.

“Okay sweetie, I’ll make sure this one behaves whilst you’re gone” Ellen smirked, “Jack, I’ll be back soon love, I’m just heading to the bathroom okay?” Mackenzie reassured him. Jack just grunted in response before beginning to count his fingers, “Mom, why have I only got 7 FINGERS?” Jack screeched, as Mackenzie began leaving. “No Jack, honey you have ten,see?” Ellen laughed. “But there’s 8 I counted!” Jack whined.

Mackenzie giggled as she left, she spent 10 minutes walking down the hallways searching for the bathroom before she finally found one, sighing in relief she entered. After finishing her business and washing her hands, she grabbed her phone and called Kaylee.

“Hey babe, everything okay?” Kaylee spoke as she answered, “Yeah , yeah Jack’s okay. He has a concussion but other than that no other serious injuries. We’re still waiting for news on his collarbone but the doctors believe he might need surgery” Mackenzie explained, “surgery? Damn” Kaylee tsked, “nothings been confirmed though” Mackenzie added, “How’s Jack?” She could hear Jim faintly ask. “Kenz, Jim wants to know how Jack is?” Kaylee relayed the message, “he’s doing good although apparently he only has 7 fingers and I’m his wife” Mackenzie laughed.

“Soooo high off his mind on drugs?” Kaylee summarised, “so high” Mackenzie laughed, “PLEASE film it” Kaylee begged, “oh I will, would Jim like to speak to him? I’m not sure how much you’ll get out of him at the moment” Mackenzie asked sweetly, “I’ll come visit in a little while, does he need anything?” Jim asked, “maybe some new clothes and his toothbrush, it’s not clear how long he’s gonna need to stay for. I’ll message Nico and update him as well” she replied, “I’ll speak with Nico, you just focus on Jack” Jim assured her.

“Thank you Jim” she said her goodbyes before returning to Jack’s room. “KENNY!” Jack exclaimed as he saw her enter, “Jack, shhh” Ellen lightly scolded to try and quieten him down. “Hey bubs.” Mackenzie cooed as she came over. “Have you heard anything yet?” She asked Ellen, “just that the results are back for the doctor to review” the older woman replied, Mackenzie nodded before holding Jack’s hand again as he pouted.

“Kiss?” He asked as he blew her a kiss, “Jack, your mom’s here” Mackenzie informed him, as Ellen laughed. “Hmm, and?” He puckered his lips, Mackenzie sighed before leaning in for a quick peck.

“That’s it, okay” Mackenzie brushed her free hand through his hair.

Jack huffed, and looked away, “Jack” Mackenzie laughed out, “I love you, but ‘m not making out with you when you’re mom’s here. Especially when you’re drugged up.” She tried to explain to him. Jack peeked around Mackenzie’s shoulder to look at Ellen, who was sat smirking and shaking her head at the pair.

“Mhm” Jack hummed, as his eyes began fluttering, “tired sweet boy?” Mackenzie asked as she began pulling the blanket over him, Jack nodded sleepily.

“Get some rest, okay, we’ll wake you up when the doctor’s here” she leant down to kiss his forehead as soft snores escaped his mouth.

Mackenzie then sat down in the free chair, resting her head on the bed, still holding Jack’s hand. Ellen and Mackenzie started talking about what they've been up to over the last few months, before Ellen began talking about a new recipe Mackenzie had sent her to try out, Ellen’s phone buzzed with a text from Jim saying he was outside.

“I’m going to meet Jim in the lobby and bring him up, I’ll be back soon” Ellen promised as she stood up, Mackenzie smiled as Ellen left the room, before looking back at Jack, she sighed, “what am I gonna do with you?” She mumbled before closing her eyes, slowly drifting to sleep.

Ellen and Jim approached the room, “He’s asleep at the moment” Ellen finished her sentence as she opened the door, before stopping in the doorway, “Why have you stopped here?” Jim asked, peering over his wife’s shoulder. All he could see was the lower half of Jack’s body, one leg covered the other not, and a small curtain of blonde hair.

Ellen smiled warmly before snapping a picture of the two, as she walked further in. “How long has she been out for?” Jim asked as he placed the bag of Jack's clothes down. “She was awake when I left” Ellen replied as she noticed Jack’s lip subconsciously wobbling.

The older woman grabbed the blanket he’d obviously kicked off and tucked him in again leaving a kiss on his head before she asked her husband to pass the blanket from the bag to cover the small blonde sleeping beside her son. She took a seat next to Jim on the other side and smiled fondly at the pair. “She’s good for him.” Jim commented, “she is.” Ellen agreed, smiling.

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[minisugakoobies]

Day 6 | KNJ, JJK

Kinks: thigh riding, Santa's lap

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: holiday, smut, crack, Woodpeckers!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, thigh riding/grinding, OC gets a little possessive and Jungkook likes it, several mentions of erections, implied double stuffing, stupid party games, the members are all dressed as sexy Santas wearing chaps, user of the word 'Peckerhead' as a term of endearment, Hoseok's hips are a threat, so are the Namtiddies, it's just a bunch of very hot men doing very dumb but sexy things involving thrusting and teeth and wet t-shirts, I will not apologize for how stupid this is

Word Count: 3.8K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Welcome to the Annual Woodpecker Holiday Games! Have a seat on Santa’s lap and pick out your package - nice girls get one, but naughty girls get two!

A/N: This one's for you, @minttangerines 💜 Thank you for bringing the idea of "Woodpeckers" to my attention! This is just… *presses fingers to mouth in deep contemplation* This is just the dumbest thing I've ever written, maybe. And yet, so hot. I hope you enjoy it.

Uhhhhhh so I wrote the description for this before I wrote the actual fic so it's really more JK x reader with bonus Namjoon? But whatever, you're here for the chaos and the smut, so onwards!

Please don’t be a silent reader 🥺 I’d love to know what you think! 💕

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Jungkook takes one last look at himself in the mirror, adjusting the straps on the suspenders draped down his bare chest with a sigh. He looks ridiculous. But as Namjoon reminded him when he gave him the costume earlier today, “It’s not for you, it’s for the customers.” Jungkook understands that everything he does here is for the customers’ satisfaction. And he’s fine with that. 

He’s always been a giver.

Jungkook’s only been a server at Woodpeckers for a month, but he feels like he’s got a pretty solid handle on the place. It’s the trashy male equivalent of a Hooters, except the servers here aren’t wearing tight shirts. No, usually Jungkook’s walking around in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants and a smile, ready to show his tables a good time. 

Tonight’s a little different. The restaurant is closed for the Annual Woodpecker Holiday Games. The tables in the main room have been pushed back to create a little stage area. The kitchen staff is working on appetizers and snacks, the bar staff is mixing up holiday concoctions, and the other servers are currently lined up on the stage in their matching costumes. 

Jungkook feels a little better knowing he’s not the only one who looks insane right now. It’s a wild outfit that their manager Yoongi picked out this year - everyone’s shirtless as usual, with tight bright red briefs worn under red velvet chaps that fall to mid-thigh and are ringed with white fur. The chaps are attached to a big black belt and suspenders, and the entire ensemble is topped off with a Santa hat. Jungkook fiddles with his suspenders again. He looks like the world’s horniest Santa, an epithet he’s not entirely happy to hold.

But clearly Yoongi knew what he was doing, because the audience gathered here is eating it up. This crowd paid to be here tonight, selling out the tickets for the event in mere minutes, and Jungkook knows they’re expecting a good show. He’ll do his best not to let them down. 

“Ho ho ho and welcome to the Annual Woodpecker Holiday Games!” Yoongi announces, speaking into the karaoke mic that he’s repurposed for tonight’s games. “The open bar is now open, so please grab some Jingle Juice or a mistletoe shot while the staff prepares for our first game!” 

Yoongi starts chucking white bundles at the staff and Jungkook unfurls his to find it’s a plain t-shirt. He cocks an eyebrow at Namjoon, his trainer. 

Namjoon shrugs. “Wet t-shirt contest.” 

“Really? That seems so… basic,” Jungkook says as he pulls the shirt over his head. He wasn’t sure what to expect tonight, since no one had bothered to tell him the roster of games ahead of time, but he figured they’d be a little wilder.

Namjoon grins, dimples popping. “It’s all about giving them what they want,” he replies, nodding his head towards the crowd. “And sometimes they just want wet tiddies.” 

“Alright!” Yoongi claps from his perch on a stool near the front of the room. “Let the games begin!” Music starts thumping as he gestures to the line of servers. “Time to get wet, boys!”

The game starts with head server Hoseok slowly pouring water over himself, treating the audience to some sensational body rolls as he does so. Taehyung goes next, and rather than drag it out like Hoseok, he dumps the entire pitcher of water over his head at once, then shakes his thick fluffy hair like a dog, spraying some of the ladies in the crowd who shriek in delight. Head bartender Jin uses two cups instead of a pitcher, spinning in place as he soaks himself. Jimin, ever the showoff, puts a tray of water down on the floor, then does a dolphin kick into it, his chest dripping as he rises back up. 

Jungkook bites his lip while he waits for his turn. His competitive side is roaring to life. What can he do to make sure he wins? 

Next to him, Namjoon teases the crowd a little, flexing his massive pecs under his shirt as he dumps water over them, and the screaming in the audience gets louder as he makes them dance to the beat.

“Thank you, Namjoon!” Yoongi intones as the screams die down. “And now, time for our newest server, Jungkook! Peckerheads, let him know you’re ready!” 

The crowd gets loud again when Yoongi refers to them by the restaurant’s affectionate name for its customers. Jungkook quickly grabs four cups from the bar and fills them, then he walks into the audience. 

“Oh, looks like Jungkook’s gonna need a little help here! Won’t you help him out?” 

Hands fly into the air as audience members beg Jungkook for a cup. As he hands them out, a familiar face catches his eye. One of his repeat customers, a face he’s always happy to see on one of his shifts - you. With a wink, he gives you the last glass. Then he starts thrusting to the beat, motioning for you and the others to douse him, and the air is filled with splashes of water as Jungkook gets soaked. 

“Thanks, ladies,” he murmurs as the last drops drip down his torso. He rakes his hand through his wet hair and there’s a collective moan from the audience as he walks away. 

It’s no contest. Jungkook wins the first round. 

There’s a little break while the servers remove their sodden shirts and towel themselves off. This gives the audience time for more drinks, and Namjoon motions for Jungkook to join him at the bar for shots as well. Jungkook doesn’t drink on the job, but this is technically a party, so why not? 

“All right, let’s keep the festivities going, shall we? Gentlemen, please grab your boxes!” 

Jungkook is handed a tissue box with straps. The box is stuffed with ping pong balls. 

“Uh…” he looks at Namjoon questioningly. 

“Like this.” Namjoon demonstrates by tying the straps behind his back, so that the tissue box hangs in the front of waist like a giant ugly belt buckle. “Don’t drop any of the balls yet.” 

“O… kay.” 

“Peckerheads, if you’ll take your seats again, it’s time for everyone’s favorite - Bounce Those Balls!” Yoongi hits an air horn effect. 

Jungkook is totally lost. Jimin sees this, and leans over. 

“It’s like twerk pong. You know twerk pong?” 

Jungkook shakes his head. He does not know twerk pong.

Jimin grins. “It’s a stupid tiktok thing, people put balls in these boxes and then wear them on their butts. The goal is to be the person to ‘twerk’ the balls out the fastest. Only we don’t twerk here. We thrust.” 

Jungkook nods. “Got it.”

“Okay, once the beat drops, the game begins. On your marks, gentlemen!” Yoongi cues up another bass-heavy song, and Jungkook and the other servers start to thrust. 

Ping pong balls fly everywhere, bouncing off chairs, tables, even audience members’ faces as the servers shake their moneymakers as hard as they can. The crowd is screaming their faces off, cheering on the men, and Jungkook lets the energy fuel him as he pumps away.

Despite how hard he’s thrusting, it’s taking a shockingly long time for his box to empty. Jungkook glances down the line at the others. Jimin is twisting his hips more than he’s thrusting, so he’s no competition. Namjoon and Jin are both dancing rather sensually, to Jungkook’s surprise, and have barely lost any balls. Meanwhile, Taehyung’s doing the robot, having apparently forgotten the object of the game. 

But Hoseok. Hoseok’s got this intense look on his face that makes Jungkook shudder in fear. And the man is jackhammering like a machine, balls shooting out two by two like they’re lining up for the Ark. It’s impressive. It’s aggravating. It’s honestly a little terrifying. 

And it’s enough for Hoseok’s box to empty first. Jungkook grits his teeth as Yoongi announces the winner. It’s fine. He’ll win the next one. 

There’s another break as appetizers are brought out for the crowd by the kitchen staff, all of whom are in very high spirits tonight since none of them have to wear the sexy Santa costume the servers are stuck in. Jungkook ignores their snickering and sidles up to the bar.

“Are you having fun, rookie?” Namjoon asks, handing him two more shots. 

Jungkook shrugs, downing one. “I almost had that last contest.”

“If it makes you feel better, Hoseok wins that one every year. Man’s got the hip flexors of a god.” Namjoon rolls his eyes. “But look, none of this really matters, you know? It’s not like you get anything if you win the most games. It’s all-”

“For the customers, I know, I know.” It’s hard to quiet his competitive nature once it’s awake. Jungkook tips back his second shot. He fumbles the glass as he places it back on the counter, and it shoots across and down onto the floor behind the bar, where it promptly smashes. “Whoops.” 

He quickly ducks behind the bar to clean up his mess, not wanting to disturb Jin while he’s serving customers. While Jungkook’s crouching down with a dustpan, snippets of conversation float down to him. 

“So, how are you enjoying your first Games?” someone asks. 

“Mmm, honestly, I think you undersold them.” Jungkook recognizes your voice. “You didn’t say anything about those costumes, first of all.”

“That’s because they’re new!” The other voice giggles. “You should’ve seen last year’s, they were so freaky - just banana hammocks with reindeer faces. It’s a little weird when you see someone and all you think is, damn, Rudolph’s hung!” 

Jungkook grins to himself, suddenly happy with this year’s costume choice. 

“That does sound weird,” you agree. “But listen, I am struggling not to just stare at Jungkook’s dick in those briefs!” 

Jungkook freezes. He looks up at the bar, but he can’t see anything from this angle. He’s not about to stand up right now, though. 

“I don’t think they care if you stare,” the other person states. “I’m pretty sure that’s the whole point of those outfits.” 

“Yeah, I guess,” you sigh. “I just can’t help it, you know? I mean, god, that thing looks heavy. I bet it would feel so comforting if I held it in my mouth. Like a weighted blanket for my tongue.”

“A weighted blanket?! You’re such a weirdo!” The words are accompanied by tons of delighted giggles. 

“Whatever. I just want to suck him off so bad.”

Well, now Jungkook definitely can’t stand up, because the outfit you’re discussing is doing absolutely nothing to hide his erection. 

“Damn, I thought you had a thing for Namjoon?” 

“What, I can’t find more than one guy hot? Are you rationing my thirst?” you laugh. “Look at those two men and tell me you wouldn’t want to be the filling in a Woodpecker Oreo! Double stuffed, extra cream!” 

There’s more wild cackling and then your voice drifts away. As Yoongi takes up his mic again, Jungkook stands, adjusting himself carefully. He manages to get himself under control quickly, thanks to some strategically placed ice cubes. But he feels more motivated than ever as he rejoins the other servers on the makeshift stage. 

“It wouldn’t be Christmas without some presents, now would it?” Yoongi asks, holding up a little bag. “There’s a number on the back of your tickets. If I call your number, please join me here on the stage.” Yoongi rifles through the bag, pulling out slips of paper and calling out numbers until there are six audience members on stage. You’re among them, Jungkook notes, and his curiosity about the next game goes through the roof. 

Yoongi cuts his mic as he explains the game to the audience members, all of whom have taken a little gift bag from him and are heading back into the hallway that leads to the bathrooms. Jungkook turns to Namjoon, who shrugs. 

“I dunno. This is a new one.”  

When the audience members return, Jungkook does a little double take. Each one is now wearing a bright green pair of underwear overtop their clothes. Each pair of green panties is patterned with a vibrant red bow in the front. 

“Gentlemen, if you’ll just step aside, our chosen Peckerheads are going to line up across the stage, yep, just like that, thank you folks. Now, gentlemen, please pick your gift out of the line, and stand in front of them.” 

Jungkook nearly hip checks Namjoon out of the way to stand in front of you. You grin at him, eyes wide with excitement. He grins back. 

“Now, gentlemen, please kneel.” 

The room fills with whoops as the servers all drop to their knees. Jungkook glances up at you, enjoying the way you press your fingers into your cheeks, like you’re flustered to see him in that position. So he milks it a little, licking his lip ring before winking at you, and he can’t help but laugh when you cover your face with your hands.

“Alright boys, since you’ve all been so good this year, you get to open your gifts early. The object of the game is to remove the wrapping as quickly as you can. But! We here at Woodpeckers are consummate professionals, so we’re not going to be ripping it away with our hands like animals.” 

“Oh,” you breathe as you realize what Yoongi means. Jungkook smirks, eyeing the panties sitting over your jeans. Trying to find the right angle of attack. 

“That’s right. Keep those hands behind you at all times. The first server who completely removes their wrapping paper using nothing but their teeth wins. But remember, boys, these are precious packages in front of you, so please do handle them with care.” 

Jungkook can hear the joy in Yoongi’s voice. He knows his manager is thoroughly enjoying himself tonight. But he’s not looking at him, because he can’t seem to take his eyes off yours. 

“Be gentle,” you whisper, lips quirking in a tiny smile. 

“Is that what you really want?” Jungkook replies with a raised eyebrow.

Your eyes widen. Slowly, you shake your head. 

“Good. Do me a favor and spread ‘em.” He nods to your legs. You obey his command, lip tucked between your teeth, and he has the sudden urge to stand up and tug it out with his own teeth.

“And three, two, one - go!” 

Jungkook leans forward. Tilting his head to the side, he bites down on the crotch of the panties.

And in one swift move, rips it out completely. 

He can hear the crowd screaming behind him as he sits back on his heels, green silk hanging between his lips while he gazes at you. You look like you’re frozen, torn between running away and eating him. He kinda hopes you pick the latter.

“We have a winner!” It’s not Yoongi yelling that but your friend, the one he’d overheard you talking with at the bar. Jungkook turns to find her jumping out of her seat, waving her arms and pointing at him. 

Yoongi drags the mic over with him to inspect Jungkook’s work. “What are you talking about? He only ripped out the crotch!” 

“Yeah? And??”

Yoongi scoffs, walking back to his stool to watch the other servers continue the challenge. Jungkook doesn’t even bother to look at how they’re doing. Instead, he rises up on his knees a little to finish the job, smoothly tugging the panties down one thigh, then the other, back and forth until they’re low enough that gravity takes them the rest of the way to the ground. 

“You, uh, you didn’t have to do that,” you tell him, sucking in a shaky breath. “They already said that Taehyung won.” 

“I know,” he grins. “But I always finish what I start.” 

The grin remains on his face as he watches you return to your friend in the crowd. Namjoon offers him a hand as Yoongi announces one last break. “You look like you’re finally enjoying yourself,” he informs Jungkook. 

“I am.” Jin slides them both a shot as they belly up to the bar again. “What about you? You having fun?”

Namjoon shrugs. “I always enjoy these parties, but tonight’s been a little on the tame side, if you ask me.” 

Jungkook nods thoughtfully before tossing back his shot. “Maybe we should do something about that.”

The final game is another new one to Jungkook - the lap game. A ring of chairs has been set up on the stage area. The servers sit in every third chair, while the others are empty. Yoongi once again rattles off a series of numbers and slowly the chairs fill up with audience members - including six who take a seat right on the servers’ laps. 

“I know a lot of you remember this one from last year, but if you’re new, don’t worry, it’s simple. I’m going to ask some questions. Some are yes or no questions. If your answer to the question is ‘yes,’ you’ll move one chair to your left. If your answer is ‘no,’ you’ll move one chair to your right. Other questions will have specific moves - like ‘If you’re not wearing underwear, move two seats.’ That kind of thing.” 

Jungkook leans around the customer in his lap and glances around the circle. Most of the group is paying no attention to the instructions, either out of drunkenness or distraction, like the customer currently bouncing on Taehyung’s knee. This is going to get messy real fast.

“If there is a person already in the seat you’re moving to, congrats, they are now your seat. The boys are permanent chairs, meaning they won’t move. The game is over when the first Peckerhead makes it all the way around the circle and back to their original seat!” Yoongi pauses. “Okay, that sounded like a lot, in retrospect. Who the fuck cares, let’s go!” 

It takes about three questions before the chaos begins. Two seats away from him, Namjoon has two customers in his lap, one on each thigh. He looks completely comfortable, unlike Jimin, who somehow has three, stacked one on top of another. Jungkook doesn’t pay any attention to the questions, just smiles politely at all the customers who end up in his lap for a turn or two before moving on. 

And then you plop yourself down on his leg.

“Hi!” you beam, glancing over your shoulder to look at him. 

“Hi,” he echoes. Then he pauses. “Did Yoongi call your number again?”

“Oh, no, uh, he called my friend’s number, but she said she didn’t want to play this year. Something about an elbow and a black eye?” You shrug, unconcerned for your own health despite how rowdy this year’s game is already getting. 

Yoongi calls out another question and some of the customers rotate. A woman to Jungkook’s right knocks another off of her chair and Hoseok tries to help her back up, sending the two women in his lap teetering to the floor. Yoongi sighs loudly into the mic. 

“It’s getting a little crazy out here,” Jungkook laughs. He slips his hands around your hips, sliding you back on his thigh a little. “I better hold on to you.” 

“Mmm, yeah, you heard what Yoongi said earlier. Handle me with care, please,” you giggle, squirming a little as he tightens his grip. Your laughter is so sweet, a welcome respite from the shrieking going on around him as others move again.

Your fingers play with the fur cuff on Jungkook’s velvet chaps. “So, you’re supposed to be Santa, right? Sexy Santa, or whatever?” 

Jungkook nods, though you can’t see him with your back pressed against his chest. “Yeah, that’s the idea.” 

“Okay. Then, do you want to know what I want for Christmas this year?” You glance down at him, a shy smile on your face.

Another customer tries to sit on Jungkook’s other leg and immediately your shy smile dissolves, becoming a fierce glare. “I think Yoongi said to move two seats,” you snap, hand covering Jungkook’s other thigh possessively, and the other woman flinches, nodding in agreement, moving away quickly. Jungkook’s 99% sure that Yoongi in fact said to move only one seat.

You turn back to Jungkook with an innocent expression. “So? Do you want to hear my wish?” 

Jungkook’s so turned on, he’s praying to the underwear gods that his briefs don’t snap from the force of his erection. “I’m pretty sure I can guess.” 

“Is that so?” You squirm again, and Jungkook realizes you’re not reacting to the strength of his fingers as they dig into your sides. He flexes his thigh and gets his confirmation in the form of a low hiss. “Shit!”

“Yep. Just as I thought.” The circle shifts around him. “You really haven’t done any of the stuff Yoongi’s said?”

“Huh?”

“The questions. You haven’t moved for the last five rounds.” 

“Oh. That’s because I stopped listening when I sat down,” you confess, grinning at him. “I’m not here to play the game, I’m here to play with you.” 

Jungkook tongues his lip ring, rocking you back on his flexed thigh again. You stifle a moan, fingers curling into fists, and he does it again. “Well then, let’s play.” 

As the game falls apart around him, Jungkook focuses all his attention on your reactions to his movements. He rolls your hips back and forth, sliding you more firmly into him when your strangled sighs start to get louder. 

Yoongi finally stops asking questions, since more than half the circle is no longer listening, too caught up in their own debauchery, and Jungkook sees his opportunity. He leans forward, pressing his lips against your ear. 

“There’s a supply room between the bathrooms. Meet me there in five minutes.” With one final squeeze, he releases his hold on your hips. You glance back at him for a moment before you rise and walk away. 

Five minutes later, he knocks on the door. You open it and let him slip past you into the room. As you go to shut the door, a large hand slaps against it, holding it open. 

“Hold on.” Namjoon grins as you step back to let him in. “Now you can lock it.” 

“Um. What are we…” you trail off, gaze bouncing between the two men. 

“We’re here to fulfill your Christmas wish.” Jungkook grins at your confused expression. He loops an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest, as Namjoon slides behind you, hands rubbing circles over your hips. “I told you I knew exactly what you wanted, didn’t I?” 

“You did,” you say slowly, practically hypnotized by Jungkook’s tongue as he licks his lips. “But how…?” 

“Four little words,” Jungkook smirks. You gasp as Namjoon’s lips trace along the back of your neck, and close your eyes when Jungkook drags his mouth down your jaw. “Double stuffed, extra cream.”

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[betterthanburrow]

Miss CEO - Instagram AU

(Bengals Quarterback! Joe Burrow x Beauty Influencer OC)

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MISHTIMAKEUP: introducing “Mishti Makeup” a new make-up brand created by @.yourinstagram.

after many years of hard work through cosmetology school, collaborating with other make-up brands, and building up the social media platforms, the day that our Chief Executive Officer has dreaming about since she was a little girl is finally here 🤎✨

it’s important to click the website in our bio to subscribe to our newsletter to stay updated on our upcoming make-up collection launches and sales!

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yourinstagram: i’m very excited for this new journey!

↳ MISHTIMAKEUP: we love you! - social media intern.

nikkietutorials: i can’t wait to try out all of the new make-up products!

mamaburrow: i’m so excited to support you!

varijstylez: this was one of the hardest secrets that i have had to keep in my life… i’m so happy that the news of your company is finally out in the world!

joeyb_9: i’m so proud of you princess 💗

↳ yourinstagram: thank you 😽 i’m proud of me too!

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yourinstagram: Miss CEO Of Mishti Makeup.

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yourlittlesister: so… since the CEO of Mishti Makeup is a my big sister, does this mean i get free products?!

↳ yourinstagram: hmm… i don’t know if you deserve those privileges 🤔

↳ yourlittlesister: i’m your little sister that was your makeup model for many years… that means i have automatically earned those privileges of free products.

joeyb_9: it’s more like… Miss CEO Of My Heart.

↳ yourinstagram: stop flirting with me on instagram…

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DailyJLBurrow: Instagram Stories from (12/5/22)

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username1: Joe posting about his girlfriend and Spongebob Squarepants on his IG stories… now all he needs to do is post something related to football and then Joe would’ve posted his holy trinity in one day!

username2: the Bengals beat the Kanas Chiefs yesterday but Joe is making it a priority to post about his girlfriend’s business over the football game win.

↳ username3: Chiefs fans really wanted to get a reaction out of Joe but it’s clear that he’s so unbothered even with the game win!

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yourinstagram: just the two of us @.joeyb_9 🤎

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mamaburrow: the two of you are so cute!

joeyb_9: roses are red, violets are blue… you’ll be the 6 and i’ll be the 9.

↳ yourinstagram: JOSEPH LEE BURROW… THIS IS A PUBLIC COMMENT SECTION!

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BeautyGuru_Updates: Y/N’s instagram story of her and NFL Bengals Quarterback Joe Burrow.

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username1: we really are getting spoiled with Y/N and Joe content today… this is a rare occasion!

↳ username2: and when we do get spoiled of content, it’s just their shadows or blurry photos… it’s never clear pictures, we get spoiled while living off crumbs.

username3: i still can’t believe my favorite beauty guru and my dad’s favorite NFL Quarterback are DATING?!

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joeyb_9: Unbothered.

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Bengals: 🔥🔥🔥

yourlittlesister: i have the coolest future brother in law!

yourinstagram: are you a parking ticket… because you’ve got ‘fine’ written all over you 😽

↳ joeyb_9: so you don’t like when i flirt with you in your instagram comments… but here you are, flirting with me in my instagram comments?!

Author’s Note:

if you have a request for an IG AU, please send the Instagram AU request in my inbox and i’ll try to get the IG AU requested published as soon as possible.

thank you all for the love and support! 🤍

[ithinkabouttzu]

My Favorite - Park Jihoon

Genre and Warnings! Fluff; romance. Jealousy

Word count! 1.06k

Description! When date night doesn’t go as plan, how can you show Jihoon that he’s your favorite?

a/n: This was requested a bunch, sorry if it’s a little short but it’s so cute, we love fluffy jihoon here !! 🤍

female oc x Park Jihoon

It’s Saturday, and you finally got your boyfriend, Jihoon, to yourself on one of his rare off days. For the past weeks he had been working extra hard, going back and forth between Japan and South Korea on tour, and promoting Treasures new album. Between that, there was rarely any time left for you guys to hang out at all. But by some chance, he finally had the day off to spend time with you.

“You ready? The movie is about to start” You hear the familiar deep voice from the other side of the door. “Ready” You reply back, looking in the mirror one last time, and examining your looks before heading out of the bathroom, and following your boyfriend to the front door. You were going to the movies with Jihoon, a movie you had been wanting to see with him for a while and you guys had finally had the chance to go see it. When you walked into the living room, the vision of Hyunsuk and Junghwan playing video games met your eyes. The intense game of call of duty creating tension in the big room. “Where are you guys headed?” Hyunsuk asks with almost no emotion. “You look nice, y/n” Junghwan says, only taking a brief second to look at your outfit, smiling at you, then focusing back to his game.

Jihoon audibly snickers at Junghwan’s nice comment. Junghwan has always been close to you. Being Jihoons girlfriend, you got used to being over at their place a lot. That also meant that you were close with the members too. Especially Junghwan, he would always ask if you wanted to play a video game, or have movie night on the couch if you were staying over that night. You were always his “favorite” and sometimes he would say little things like that to get a reaction out of Jihoon, your easily jealous boyfriend.

“We’re going to the movies actually!” You reply back, looking at Jihoon with a warning glare for his reaction to Junghwans comment earlier. “Can we come too?” Junghwan asks almost immediately, completely pausing the game to focus his attention on you and jihoon, looking at you both with pleading eyes. “No” Jihoon says plainly, giving little to no expression. He looked at Junghwan and Hyunsuk sharply with his arms crossed. Turning the idea down was almost the easiest thing he’s ever had to do the whole day. “Stop, Jihoon. Play nice” You whisper, elbowing him for his behavior. “You guys can come. If your ready to leave right now though, because we’re heading out the door right now” Jihoon changes his tone to a more dad like voice (by your request). He gets the keys off of the he holder and heads out the front door, pressing the unlock button on the key. “C’mon guys!” you motion Hyunsuk and Junghwan to follow you out of the door, in which they do so, almost immediately joining you two.

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The car ride there was quiet really. The side profile of Jihoon was almost incredible. You could tell he was frustrated by the way he was clenching his jaw, and how his right hand never stopped gripping your thigh. He was getting possessive and you couldn’t help but find this side of him strangely attractive.

You’re the first one to get out of the car, unbuckling your seatbelt swiftly. “I’ll go get our tickets, okay?” You say to the boys, already marching up the the front of the theater. “I’ll come too” Junghwan shouts, catching up with you in a quick pace. His long legs making up for the extra steps you’ve already took. You could hear a loud sigh coming from Jihoon, all the way from the parking lot to the front entrance. It was going to be a long night for sure.

The tickets were easy to get and you guys were finally heading to the seats. Jihoon sat down first, motioning for you to come sit beside, in which you did. The other two boys were still getting popcorn. So it was a quick moment that you could have with Jihoon before they came along. “I’m sorry, I know you wanted us to spend some time together. I promise i’ll make it up to you later” You tell him softly. Quickly feeling regret now that tonight had been more of a group thing than a date night. “It’s okay babe.” He says smiling, smoothly wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “I know I’m your favorite” He chuckles, looking at you. You look at him back. Holding eye contact between you two, before you felt his soft lips press onto yours. You could feel your body heat up at the sudden sensation. Kissing him back almost immediately, before he broke the kiss with a laugh. “I really am your favorite, huh?” He asks. It was true, he was your favorite, and he would always be your favorite, time and time again. The rest of the night was a good time spent, the movie was good, and the dinner you guys had later was even better. It was now late, and you guys were finally getting back home. You open the door and kick off your shoes softly. Junghwan and Hyunsuk already moving past you to finish their video game hours later. Jihoon came in beside you, taking off his shoes and placing them beside the door. As your lovely boyfriend was walking past you and to the room, you stopped him, grabbing his forearm with your hand. He looks back at you, turning his head, curious to see what the matter was. “I forgot to tell you, you aren’t my favorite, Junghwan is!” You laugh, looking back at the other boys who heard you from the couch, and laughing along with you. You kiss his cheek softly before running into the room, leaving Jihoon to get teased by Hyunsuk and Junghwan for your silly comment. “Haha, she likes me more!” You could hear Junghwan laugh out to Jihoon from the living room. Still talking about the funny thing you said earlier. You could only imagine the look on your boyfriends face hearing that. He definitely was going to get you back in the future, you think, laughing to yourself. You were lucky for your boyfriend, and his sweet members too. It was a good night indeed.

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[tell-me-about-your-ocs]

Big Ticket OC Game #4?

Good news, y’all! The storm missed us! ^^

So, to celebrate, this Friday I’m bringing back a game that those who have been following me for a while will remember!

It’s “Never Have I Ever” for everything writing related! ^^

1. All throughout next week (Oct 3 - Oct 7!) I will be posting a minimum of 15 different queries all about OCs and writing, and tagging all contestants! (Example: “Never have I ever created an OC with pink hair!”)

2. Anyone who has done the queries must say whether or not they’ve done it!

3. However, the difference from last time will be that, whoever by the end of the game ends up with the LEAST amount of points, i.e. they’ve done the least amount of things, will be the winner! (And yes there can be ties like last time!)

4. The winner(s) will be announced on Oct 8, and will have the ability to choose one of the three possible prizes! ^^

5. Anyone who doesn’t want to play but wants to participate can send in as many queries as they like for our players and I will post them for all players to see!  (Please do be SFW and considerate with your queries. Nothing too vulgar! ^^)

The winners will be able to choose from the same three possible prizes as last time:

Getting a massive reblog chain going for any of their art and/or writing.

They get to decide this weeks questions and/or challenges including any OC Asks, Worldbuilding Asks, Complicated Questions, or Big Ticket Games.

Or they can ask for an art piece of one of their OCs done by the host of the game (that would be me :D).

Respond to this post with if you want to be a part of the game and/or if you have suggestions for a prompt for the game! ^^ (or you can privately message me or send asks and I’ll add you to the list as well!) Those who wish to play please respond before Oct 3!

Do let me know if you have any questions! ^^

Players:

- @skiddles-oc-rambles

- @falling-hand-in-unlovable-hand

- @jaedoesart

- @space-wife

- @theracody

- @shade-romeo

- @dangerousfantasist

- @willowjay07

- @schoonersandstarships

- @genga4r

- @bloodredx

- @femmefangirl

- @the-last-living-ocs

[bumblingbabooshka]

Your vulcan characterization is so wonderful, the light you shine on both canon and OC vulcan characters is genuinely VERY inspiring. You really encapsulate and give a believable look into daily vulcan life that’s fleshed out and, most importantly, loved. Your care for these characters is apparent in every word, and it shapes them into real people that feel both alien and familiar. In some of the fanfics I’ve read involving vulcans, it sometimes feels like the author is just writing very stern humans who are misguided in their approach to love and emotion. In your writing, however, it feels like you really respect vulcans and love their way of life- that you find beauty and interest in what’s alien to us. Which, I would argue, is a big part of what sci-fi should be. Idk, I’m trying to write vulcans myself, and the way you portray them is a huge inspiration. Thanks for all you do!

Anywho, how do you think Tuvok’s kids (as young children) would react to an arcade? The mental image of a vulcan kid submerged in a Chuck E. Cheese ballpit is personally very funny to me

I'm sorry this is so late but this ask is one of the most beautiful and touching ones I've ever received and I didn't know how to respond (overwhelmed, pleasantly) so here's a bunch of doodles of Tuvok's kids being incredibly well behaved during their family outing at the Space Arcade/Play Place

(Arcade Trip Play by Play Under the Cut)

Elieth is the only one interested in the ball pit. He isn't doing anything in there he is literally just sitting in silence and observing the different balls. He does NOT want to leave the pit!!! <- This is foreboding to his parents who know that he must, at some point, leave the pit. Varith and Asil go in the ball pit in an attempt to understand Elieth's fascination but are quickly bored. Sek watches them with his hands clasped behind his back. Whenever an adult asks if he wants to go in he says "No, thank you." He appoints himself the safety officer and will tell the other children not to play too rough and 'rescue' the smaller ones if they look like they're struggling. Asil wants to leave the ball pit and Sek manages to pull Elieth away with the promise that they will return - they will each pick an activity so it is fair! They all go into that large overhanging contraption (reminds them of caves - fun to play in!) but only three make it out again. They try to use telepathy to find their lost brother but they can't do it (too little) so they have to go find one of their parents who has to telepathically lead them to the exit. This almost gets the trip cancelled but they all promise to stay together this time!! Sek fulfills his older brother duties of being fucking sick at a video game all his younger siblings watch him play. This actually draws a crowd of more than just his siblings - a VULCAN playing video games? He goes up against a human, wagering their tickets, and he wins. However, since Sek is against gambling he does not accept the human's tickets. This only makes him cooler. Elieth wanders away to the ball pit during this time. The remaining Tuvoklings figure out that the claw machine is rigged and think this is unethical and unfair. To remedy this, they find a way to plant their sister inside the machine where she proceeds to hand out as many toys as she can before the employees catch wind and alert their parents. That is it. We're going home. Where is your brother? (In the ball pit.) While Tuvok wrestles Elieth out of the ball pit, T'Pel takes the kids to the prize counter and they put all their winnings together and ask to be able to take a ball from the ball pit home. The clerk says that isn't a prize and they ask again to be able to take a ball from the ball pit home. The clerk is tired and says Sure. Whatever. So they each carefully select one ball from the ball pit and give them to Elieth which stops his tantrum. On the ride home Elieth happily stares at the balls from the ball pit which his siblings got him and Asil takes out several toys from her backpack which she took from the claw machine. A very satisfying trip! Indeed, we should endeavor to make a visit once a week. (No.) Twice a week? (Further.) Once a month? (Perhaps.)

[dawnagustd]

demon time || pjm (18+)

❃ Festivaled Away: Wine & Spirits Festival hosted by @bangtanbathhouse​ 

⤞ Ticket: Celebratory Drinks ⤞ Main Event: Drinking Games ⤞ Games: Body Shots | Threesomes | Strangers | Sex Tape | Stripper Reader

⤞ title: demon time ⤞ pairing: club owner!jimin x stripper!reader x named female oc (Layla) ⤞ genre: angst | smut | strangers to lovers ⤞ summary: Breaking up with a cheater isn’t always enough. Sometimes you have to show a bitch how it’s done. ⤞ word count: 14k ⤞ rating: 18+ ⤞ warnings: pov switches | strong language | mentions storms and bad weather | cheating | fake dating | mentions revenge porn | sex tapes | plot twists | jealousy | break ups | alcohol consumption | the girls are fighting | jimin is somewhere in between a gentleman and a fuckboi | bisexual!reader | f/m/f threesome | driving the boat | drunk sex (everyone gives consent before they are impaired) | kitchen sex | face riding | inserts pretty cock emoji for jimin and it’s huge | cowgirl | ass slapping | body shots | cum shots | cum eating/play | face licking | nipple sucking | cum swapping | female anal play | fingering | pussy spanking | a few face slaps | male & female masturbation | dom!reader | sub!jimin | sub!oc | thigh riding | squirting | ab riding | food play | grinding | spitting | dry humping | tit slapping | light obedience play | a bit of a ma’am kink | throat grabbing | hair pulling | dirty talk | female on female intercourse | handjobs | i think some acts classify as voyeurism | deep throating | guided blowjob | gagging | jimin has a nipple and tongue piercing and tattoos | orgasm denial | playful & erotic tickling | pet names (jimin starts calling reader Kitty at some point) | hickeys | marking | multiple orgasms | cock worshiping | Instagram porn | degradation | name calling | unprotected sex (don’t do this; these whores are wild) | exhibitionism | public sex/elevator sex | standing sex | trust issues | mentions break ups | regret | mentions sex work…if i missed anything please let me know ⤞ a/n: Well here it is, late but here lol. This is slightly edited by me and my horrible eyesight so I apologize for mistakes. Thank you so much to @missgeniality for my beautiful banner and dividers. Check out her work here @imakeamess​ . Thank you Madame Kez @kimnjss​ for the prompts, I had so much fun! And I’ll stop talking now and let you read. Also, I managed to get it down to 14k yay!!! ⤞ playlist: savage remix - megan thee stallion ft beyoncé | in my face - mozzy, 2 chainz, saweetie, yg | slut me out - nle choppa | treat me - chlöe | big momma thang - lil kim | f.n.f(let’s go) - glorilla & hitkidd | pussy poppin (i don’t really talk like this) - rico nasty | hot shit - ye, lil durk, cardi b | distraction - kehlani | nann - trick daddy, trina | big ole freak - megan thee stallion | nights like this - kehlani, ty dolla $ign | thinking with my dick - kevin gates ft. juicy j

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“Hello?”

Jimin’s phone rings as soon as he steps out of the shower. He wraps his towel around his waist and walks over to the sink to see who it is. To his surprise, it’s you.

Pink tracksuit girl.

He doesn’t know you that well. Only your place of work, your first name, and that you’re in a shitty relationship.

He met you randomly, leaving the downtown area one night. You were walking down the dark streets, looking upset and angry. Jimin isn’t anywhere near a gentleman, but he wouldn’t want someone he cared about walking alone like that, especially at night.

You were hesitant initially but accepted a ride from him after his persistence. 

Upon first glance, he could guess your profession. Glitter-streaked hair, a medium-sized black duffel bag, a pink suede tracksuit covering your nearly nude body—definitely a stripper.

After the third run-in, you told him you worked at the Penthouse, a strip club just three blocks away from his nightclub on Main Street. Quite often, your girlfriend would fail to pick you up—that’s how you’d end up in the passenger seat of his Ferrari that night a few months ago.

It was always the same issue each time. Even now, Jimin wonders why you were still with her. However, he isn’t one to pry into other people’s business. You’re an adult; you can handle whatever choices you make. He’s got his hands full with his personal life anyway. 

He’s never too busy to lend a helping hand, though. That’s why he gave you his number, so you can call whenever you need a ride—or if you ever decided that you’d like to ride him.

“Hey, Jimin. It’s me. The girl that works at the Penthouse—”

“Yeah, pink tracksuit.” A tired yawn accidentally escapes him while stating your real name. “Damn. My bad. But I know who you are, sweetheart. What’s up?”

He hears the sound of traveling vehicles and knows you’re walking somewhere. It’s only 10 PM, so he wonders if something happened at work. Guys can be pigs in those places, and he can only imagine how uncomfortable that would make you. Judging by your demeanor, he can tell you’re pretty introverted despite the expectations listed in your job description. 

“Everything's okay, huh?” he checks. 

His gut tells him something’s off, and your exasperated sigh lets him know he isn’t wrong.

“I’m okay, but they decided to send us home at the last minute… Said that the weather wouldn’t bring in many customers. My shift ended an hour ago,” you answer.

Jimin nods before putting his phone on speaker and setting it on the counter. He’s already getting dressed before you can ask him for a ride because it’s already raining, and your apartment is on the other side of town. No way you’d make it in these conditions, and he doesn’t want you to run into any trouble on the way there either. 

“Yeah, it’s about to get nasty out there. I shut down for the weekend because there’s supposed to be some flooding downtown,” Jimin mentions as he pulls up his sweats. “Do you need a ride home? I can come and pick you up—”

“No, no. It’s fine. I was going to ask, but you seem really tired, so no worries.”

Jimin scoffs. “Are you crazy? It’s pouring down out there. Where are you?”

Eventually, you answer, “At the bus stop on third. I was trying to wait out the rain, but.…”

“Yeah, I’m on my way.”

He grabs his phone and steps into his room to slide on some shoes. You start apologizing over the phone, but there’s really no need. Jimin’s not a saint—however, he has a mom, a sister, and maybe he’ll even have a daughter someday—he’d want someone to do the same for them if he wasn’t around to do it himself.

“Jimin, I am so sorry. I hope I’m not ruining your plans or anything. I had to cover all of the rent for this month, but once I can work a full night, I’ll repay you—”

“You’re good, babe. I’m not doing anything tonight.” 

Well, besides his “Friday night” a little later but nothing important.

“Sit tight. I’ll be there in like seven minutes,” he promises, then heads out the door.

He ends up staying on the line with you for the entire duration of his journey to be safe. Usually, downtown is just filled with nightlife and club hoppers. Still, it does have its shady areas like any other part of the city. Your job puts you at a greater risk of harm. 

He’s never visited the Penthouse, but after hearing his colleagues talk about it, he’d sure like to someday. Maybe even get a lap dance or a private show from his favorite dancer—which would be you, of course.

Jimin’s not blind. Even those loose-fitting pants you wear can’t hide a nice ass. 

You’re sculpted, that’s for sure, and pretty. Fuck, you’re so pretty. 

He has to remind himself to be respectful constantly when you’re in his car. Mainly because he doesn’t want a slap in the face. He also prefers his women to be single and able to give him their undivided attention. The last thing he wants is to be in the middle of some drama.

You don’t even seem like the type to step out. No matter how much this woman has put you through, you’re still loyal to her when you could have so much more. 

There are people out there who don’t mind your kind of work and would still respect you more than your girlfriend does. Hopefully, you’ll someday realize that and end that toxic relationship you’re currently in.

He can see how tired you are when he pulls up beside you, not just physically but mentally and emotionally as well. He doesn’t get the hype of being committed to someone when you’re not even happy. Is monogamy so vital that you lose yourself and your sense of happiness to meet society’s opinion of what is right? 

It doesn’t seem worth it to him.

“Get in!” he yells while you’re standing outside of his car digging in your bag. “You’re getting soaked.”

You mention something about finding a jacket, so you don’t ruin his seats, and he waves you off.

“Babe, don't worry about my seats. Get in before you get struck by lightning or something,” he says with urgency.

The rain’s coming down pretty hard, and he needs to get off the road before it starts flooding.

“Sorry about that,” is the first thing you say when you enter the warmth of his luxury sports car. 

“You’ve worked customer service your whole life, haven’t you?” Your reaction tells him he worded that completely wrong. “Uhh… I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I have to; that’s how I know,” he explains.

He feels relieved when you nod and relax in your seat. As he drives away from the curve, he continues.

“I only said that because you always apologize even though some things are out of your control. You have that common courtesy flowing through your veins. It’s an asset to have in our professions.”

Jimin steals a glance at you once the car stops at a red light, but you’re too busy scrolling through your phone to notice. The light from your screen illuminates your skin, and he can easily make out your puffy eyes and the redness on the tip of your nose.

“Rough night, huh?” he asks you, unsure of what else to say. He’s the worst at comforting people. That’s probably why he isn’t considered “boyfriend” material. 

His only solution for a bad day is some nasty sex and his strongest bottle of alcohol.

You snap out of your trance once you hear him clear his throat. To his surprise, you were paying attention. He can see the bit of embarrassment behind your tight-lipped smile.

“My bad,” you whisper, putting away your phone. “Yeah, I’ve been working since I was sixteen. Dancing since I was twenty.”

“You must be exhausted,” he comments, and he hears a scoff.

“That’s one word I would use.” 

A warm feeling forms inside of him when he hears your laugh. It’s very small, but it’s the first time he’s ever heard that sound come from you and the first genuine smile he’s ever seen on your face. 

You’re pretty. “So fucking pretty,” he has to repeat to himself.

Jimin’s staring makes you shy, and he can only imagine what kind of look he has on his face. He scolds himself and makes an oath to keep his eyes on the road from this point on but still struggles to tear away.

“The light’s green,” you mention, shifting your focus to your hands. The ghost of your smile still lingers, but Jimin decides to let the moment fade away. He doesn’t want to make it weird, but the urge to tell you that you’re attractive is strong. 

Quickly, he changes the topic before he goes too far.

“So, home or…?”

You shake your head. 

“Would it inconvenience you to take me to the motel over on Jefferson? I know it’s out of the way, but—”

“Hell no!”

Jimin’s face contorts with disgust.

“No, that place is filthy. Why are you going there?��� he asks, gripping the wheel tighter. His mind instantly goes to everything he’s heard about that place, and his eyes widen. “Wait. Are you…”

You give him the same shocked expression as he’d given to you.

“Oh god, no. I just need a cheap place to stay for tonight,” you assure him. Your voice is slightly raised and high-pitched. “I can’t be at my place when she comes home from work or whatever it is she’s doing. She knows you’re giving me a ride, and you know how that will go.”

“Well, let me take you somewhere nicer, at least. I’ll cover it.” 

He tries to offer you a better hotel room at his expense, but it’s not a shock that you decline.

“Jimin, I appreciate you, really. But I don’t feel comfortable; it’s too much. I know you’re only being kind, but.…”

Jimin nods, understanding where you’re coming from.

“I get it.” 

However, that still leaves an option he’s not satisfied with either. He can’t just drop you off at a place like that and leave you for the night. It’s like throwing you in a shark tank with an open wound. There’s got to be another way. 

“You have heard about that place, though. Haven’t you?” he asks.

You’re gazing out of the window now, looking back at a restaurant as his car passes by it.

“Are you hungry?”

Shaking your head again, you speak to him as you transfer your attention to your phone.

“No, I was just checking something out…but yeah, I know. I don’t have any other options, though,” you shrug.

“Stay at my place,” he blurts out before he changes his mind. Thankfully, you don’t ask him to stop and let you out for his outburst. He jumps on the opportunity to reason with you before you can shut him down entirely. “...And before you say no, hear me out.”

You don’t say anything, so Jimin tries again.

“Please?”

You sigh heavily. “Okay, Jimin.”

He’s relieved, but he knows he still has to convince you before he allows himself to get too excited.

“I have a huge house with two extra bedrooms. One of them even has its own bath. It’s at the end of the hall, far away from my room,” he explains.

“Okay?”

“All I’m saying is you can go in there, lock the door, and come out whenever you’re ready. I promise I won’t bother you. Have I ever bothered you?”

Your fit of laughter catches him off guard again. He takes his eyes off the road momentarily to watch you giggle, but he’s also curious.

“What’s that?” he scoffs with a slightly lopsided grin. Your head shakes, and you turn towards the window again to his disappointment. “Come on…Tell me.”

When you look at Jimin, he can’t help but feel shy suddenly now that he has your undivided attention. Your presence impacts him differently now that you aren’t tucked away in his passenger seat, feeling down and miserable. He feels like you’re reading every thought that runs through his mind. 

The intensity of your lingering gaze has him shifting in his seat.

“You’re adorable, you know that?” is what you say finally, and Jimin tries to keep his growing smile hidden.

“W-What?” he chuckles nervously.

“You’re cute, and sweet. The world needs more people like you, Jimin,” you elaborate.

Your words warm his heart but humble him at the same time. He doesn’t remember the last time he was put in the friend zone, probably because it’s never happened.

His elementary school teachers used to call him cute. Not one of the hottest women he’s ever laid eyes on.

The sting is manageable because he’s so fond of you and respects your opinions. It still doesn’t erase the slight bruising of his ego. But he can’t win them all, he figures.

He gives you a smirk to mask his conflicted feelings.

“Not everybody is cut out for this, babe. It’s not as easy as I make it look,” he replies.

Your giggles fill up the car for a moment before they are replaced by a heavy silence. You stare ahead for a while, and when he approaches the traffic light, the one that can lead to his home or to that shitty hotel—you finally respond to his question.

“If I come home with you, will you tell me a little more about your life?”

Jimin’s perplexed but not against it. He’s got nothing to hide.

“You don’t have to—”

“No, I don’t mind. I just don’t know why you wanna talk about me. I’m pretty boring,” he tells you.

He sees your head tilt out of his peripheral. 

“Boring?... A nightclub owner driving a damn Ferrari?”

“That’s not fair,” he argues, whining.

“Well, you didn’t make sense just now.”

He nods. “I guess you’re right.”

“I know I am,” you conclude proudly, your smile growing wider. 

After a few seconds, you speak again. “I’d just like to hear about you. You always listen to me go on and on. Isn’t there something you want to talk about?”

“Well…”

There isn’t really much to tell. He really has a simple life aside from the club and hooking up. Jimin grew up in a middle-class family, and when he turned 18, he moved out, got a job serving tables, and lived the party life instead of going to college. For his 21st birthday, he dropped four quarters in the slot machine and hit the jackpot on the first spin. It was sheer luck.

He got sevens across the board, so he decided to name his club after that number. They changed his life and opened a new world for him. Financially secure, he prefers tending to his business and getting laid. Occasionally, enjoying the fruit of his labor as a reward for his hard work. There really isn’t anything special about him.

“I just need a distraction, I guess,” you add.

Jimin nods his head as he turns onto the freeway. “That I can be,” he mumbles and proceeds to drive you both to his house.

The next four minutes are spent recalling short stories from his past—parties, wild sex that occasionally still happens, and everything else he could think of. But what truly intrigues you is his love for dance and how you share the same passion.

By the time you enter his home, he’s discovered that your backstory is quite similar to his. But instead of riches, the universe dealt you a bad hand. You left home and tried to chase your dreams but what you thought was love got in the way. That’s how you ended up in this situation; she was too important for you to just leave her behind.

What pisses him off is that she’s ungrateful and often accuses you of fucking him. You’ve made it clear to him from the jump that you’re committed to your relationship and have no plans on cheating, no matter how rough it gets. The woman doesn’t deserve you; that he knows for sure. Unfortunately, he’ll probably never get to tell her that to her face. And maybe that’s for the best.

“You’ve got a nice place.”

Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts. He turns around and finds you checking out his home with admiration in your irises. You’re impressed, and that fills his chest with a bit of pride.

“Thanks, love. Sorry about the boxes. I’m moving to another place, and I wanna take some things. If you want, I can show you to your room, or I can give you a tour,” he offers.

“A tour sounds fun, but is it okay if I shower? I’m tracking up your floor with my wet socks.”

Jimin looks at the floor and notices your sodden, dirty socks. He grimaces because they look cold and uncomfortable; he can only imagine how badly you want to get out of those things.

“Sorry, I’ll clean it. I left my sneakers outside to dry, but these are still soaking,” you add, and Jimin waves for you to follow him.

“No, I’m sorry for standing here like a dumbass. You must be freezing,” he says as he leads you to a guest bedroom. “It’s this one right here. I keep it stocked with towels and things, so help yourself to whatever. Do you need some more socks?”

You shake your head and thank him.

“No, I’m good. I keep everything I need in this thing, just in case.” You point to your bag with a smirk. 

“Of course, you’re prepared,” he thinks to himself. 

“But thank you. I really appreciate this.”

“Don’t mention it. I don’t mind at all,” he answers truthfully. “And if you’re bored or hungry, feel free to look in the fridge or watch tv…make yourself at home.”

“Jimin, you’re too sweet. I’ll have to pay you back someday,” you insist, but he refuses.

“That isn’t necessary. I’m just doing what I’d want someone to do for me if I was in the same situation,” he assures.

You nod as you step into the room, but you pause just before closing the door, making him freeze in place.

“Seriously, I feel like I owe you a lap dance or something, but if you insist….”

Jimin’s eyes widen as he scrambles to find his words. The door closes slowly, concealing the growing grin on your face that appears just when he attempts to change his mind.

“Hey,” he calls out, but it’s too late.

“Goodnight, Jimin.”

“But—”

And the door closes in his face.

He stands in his hallway alone, just blinking and staring at the closed door in disbelief. The way you just dropped that on him and bailed was down bad, but what can he say? That was smooth.

He laughs at himself for his reaction. He imagines he looked like an eager virgin perking up to your empty promises. However, he could care less because the idea does send a tingle down his shaft. The only thing softening the blow is knowing that you were joking and probably wouldn’t give him a lap dance if it were a cold day in hell.

He has to shake his head to get those thoughts out of his mind. You’re a forbidden fruit. He shouldn’t even think about you in that way. Though, some things are easier said than done.

Jimin heads towards his kitchen, but the sound of your voice stops him before he can get down the hall. You’re arguing and not just some petty confrontation. You sound hurt, furious, and genuinely exhausted. He feels terrible, but there isn’t much he can do. He’d offer to make it better, but that’d only last for tonight. If it were to happen at all.

Jimin’s not a hero; this isn’t his battle to fight. But at least you wouldn’t have to deal with bullshit if you and he were fucking around.

Making his way to the kitchen, he listens to your faint sobbing until it ultimately stops. He then starts prepping a late-night snack just in case you get hungry before the morning. Afterward, he pours himself a drink and sits on his couch, looking at the city view from his living room, enjoying the sound of the rain hitting his windows.

He pulls out his phone to check his messages and notices something that raises the hair on the back of his neck.

“Aw, shit. This can’t happen,” he whispers, opening his text messages.

10:21PM  Friday Night: omw in a few babie

11:01PM  Friday Night: open up. i’m in the parking lot.

Before he can think of a lie, his phone rings. As quickly as he tries to ignore it, there’s a knock on his door. He groans as he gets up and goes to see who it is. He already knows, but there’s still a tiny bit of hope that it’s someone with the wrong address.

However, when he swings it open, his fears are confirmed. His shoulders slump when he sighs.

“Leah,” he greets with much less enthusiasm than he usually has for one of the best slices of heaven he’s ever had.

“It’s Layla, asshole.”

Yeah, Layla. That’s it.

He’d only met her a few weeks ago, but the vibe was decent, so she’s become his Friday night entertainment. He’d forgotten he texted her earlier for some rainy night sex.

She invites herself in with a smile, ignoring his awkwardness and nervousness. He wants to tell her to leave, but she looks too damn good to resist. 

He’s had a long week, and some pussy would do him just fine right now. Maybe if he can just explain to Layla that he has a guest, so she’ll have to keep it down, then she’ll understand. Or perhaps she won’t because she’s bold and would enjoy keeping someone up all night with her moaning.

Usually, he wouldn’t care either, but you don’t need that right now. You’ve probably already cried yourself to sleep.

“Shit, this floor is slippery. Don’t you know how to dry your feet?” Layla asks, placing her hand on her hip.

She looks around as if she knows something’s off, and Jimin can’t help but feel under pressure. Why are the women running him tonight? He’s got to get it together.

“I uhh—”

“Oh, never mind. I don’t think I want to know what this is,” she replies, face screwed in disgust.

He assures her that it is just water, but she doesn’t buy it.

“Jimin, if your other girl is into watersports, just say that. I don’t care,” she giggles, and Jimin immediately shakes his head.

“No, it’s not what you think—”

His words are cut short once again when your tiny voice calls out for him from the hallway. His eyes grow wider when Layla looks at him with a smirk.

“Ohh, she’s still here,” she points out. Her feet move faster than light across the living room, and Jimin has to jog to catch up with her. “I better go say hi.”

“Layla, just go to my bedroom. She’s just crashing here for tonight, and she’s not in the mood for—”

“Hello!” Layla walks right up to you with a huge smile and an extended hand, leaving him to stand behind her, looking like a deer in headlights. “I’m Layla. Jimin’s other girl. That dick is fire, isn’t it?”

Layla’s thumb points back at him as she speaks. The look on your face is enough to have Jimin intervening immediately. 

“Layla, that’s enough. She’s a friend of mine, and you’re about to get your ass kicked out if you don’t leave her alone. Go to my room. I’ll be there in a minute,” he instructs, but she doesn’t budge.

Her long extensions flip swiftly as she whips her head in his direction.

“Jimin, can you go make us a drink or something while we have some girl talk?” she growls. “Why is she crying? Did you come fast or something?”

Jimin’s mouth opens and closes as he tries to respond, but no words come out.

“Why are you still standing here?” Layla asks again sharply.

He looks at you for clarity, and your red eyes silently tell him it’s okay. You also give him a small nod, prompting him to make his retreat to the kitchen.

“Layla, I’m trusting you,” he warns.

The woman scoffs. “Please, there’s no heartbreak I can’t cure. We’ll get her perked up in no time with some tequila.”

Jimin sure hopes she’s right; he never thought he’d ever say this, but you look horrible. Your body language tells the story of someone who could get no lower. He feels bad for not saying anything, but though Layla isn’t the best candidate for an empowerment speech, he feels as though she could deliver better than he can.

If anyone could convince you to let it go for one night, maybe it’s the minx herself. He knows alcohol isn’t a permanent solution, but it’ll at least make you feel good for a little while.

Jimin’s prepping a liquor, snacks, and chaser tray when you both enter the kitchen. He expects to see the same saddened expression across your face as before, but instead, a faint smile greets him as you sit on the bar stool.

“Can I have a shot right now, please?” you ask almost immediately, and his movements halt. He looks at Layla for answers, but she shrugs and sits beside you, requesting one for herself as well. 

“Um…yeah, sure. Tequila good?”

“Doesn’t matter,” you sigh, propping your elbows on the counter and resting your chin on your hands. He pours you a shot glass full of Casamigos and continues grabbing things from his mini kitchen bar.

You throw it back graciously and hum as the alcohol tingles on your taste buds, blowing out air to cool the burning sensation it gives you. Layla takes hers after and wiggles her body as the liquid enters her system. 

“Everything alright?” he checks, cutting up some limes. You nod before taking the bottle and pouring yourself another.

“Yeah, I’m done. I’m over it,” you respond, bringing the glass to your lips. You take your second dose of amber liquor and set the glass on the counter with a clink. 

“Done, like…?”

Your eyes dart in his direction before they look at Layla, who’s busy digging in her purse. You turn back to him, moving your head side to side.

“However you define it, I guess,” is your reply. “I’m just going with the flow.”

“Matching her energy, huh?” Jimin proposes with a lifted eyebrow.

You smirk to yourself. “Some would say.”

“Well, I’m here for it.” Jimin grabs the liquor bottle and pours everyone another round. He raises his glass and says, “Tonight we’re going to celebrate…another free agent for me to—”

“Jimin, just drink the damn shot and sit the fuck down,” Layla chimes in, making you laugh.

He shakes his head at her sassiness. She knows she’s only getting away with it because it’s entertaining to you.

All three of you toast to whatever bullshit that flies out of his mouth. He’s too caught up in your bright smile again to register what he said. He’s glad you’re trying, but he already knows where this is going.

What’s fueling your positivity is scorn, bitterness, and a hunger for revenge. It isn’t a good combination, but he can’t bring himself to stop you. All he can promise is to keep you safe while you’re in the first stages of a messy breakup.

However, he’s got no idea where the night is about to lead you or the world of shit all three of you will be in once it’s over.

He grabs a paper towel, then a pen, and says, “Ay, before we get too drunk, we need to talk.”

Not knowing it’d do little to prepare him for the following series of events.

This is exactly what you needed. 

A few shots and two pairs of smooth hands touching all over your body—caressing away all the stress and built-up tension of today. 

If you close your eyes and allow yourself to drift away, maybe your problems disappear, and the faint presence of utopia will slowly creep into the horizon. 

Sure, there’s a voice in your mind pleading for you to stop for a minute and think about this huge mistake you’re making. But ignoring it for once in your life feels good. You feel entitled to a good fuck up after everything that’s happened, or—just a good fuck.

You know it’s wrong. You know you should have packed your shit and gotten out of here the minute Layla showed up. But how could you?

How could you walk away when so much was going through your mind? 

You're so lost, and you know that these two are your only outlet. You had already argued, cried your eyes out, and begged for a bit of trust and compassion from your partner. There’s nothing left for you other than not giving a damn anymore.

You were in so much pain that eventually, you just went numb. Call it shock or the early stages of heartbreak, but you need to feel something regardless of what it is. Anything other than what you’ve been feeling for the past five years. 

The universe just took too long and sent you on too many trials for you to have taken another blow tonight. If you wanted the solace you craved, you had to reach out and take it. 

You’re exhausted from doing everything to satisfy others. It’s about time you put your desires first while the opportunity sits beneath you. His eyes hazy and low, enjoying the warmth of your bare thighs pressed against his sides. 

“Fuck, she’s purring and shit. I like that,” Jimin comments, mocking your sounds of pleasure. “So sexy. We should start calling her Kitty, huh?”

He smirks at you when Layla agrees.

Jimin’s hands wander all over your torso, and his eyes follow them without a blink, eager to get the tiniest glimpse of some skin.

Soft lips trace the shell of your, making you shiver and squirm in his lap, sparking an urge to grind your center against Jimin’s thighs. Tonight, there are no boundaries, so you don’t deny yourself anything you want, and the man below you appears to be supportive of your decision.

“Be careful,” Layla whispers in your ear. “You might make him come in his pants.”

Jimin laughs. “She’s not lying.”

Your head lolls back on her shoulder, opening your mouth to receive more of the vodka-infused whipped cream Jimin brought to the living room. The fluffy substance enters your mouth, and the sweet vanilla alcoholic taste tingles your taste buds.

She turns it to Jimin, who shakes his head.

“Tapping out already?” she asks him.

Never taking his eyes off you, he says, “You know mocha’s my favorite.”

Mumbling words you can’t even register due to the concentration you have put into grinding on Jimin’s lap, she switches cans and feeds him a mouthful of mocha-flavored cream. He consumes it in one gulp, producing a small moan and leaving a little bit behind on the side of his lip and cheek.

His thumb comes up to wipe it off, but you grab his wrist just in time and flatten your tongue against his skin in its place. 

The closeness feels better than you expected, and your hands move to tangle in his messy hair, using the grip to pull yourself further onto his lap. He grabs your waist, not wanting to lose momentum, and buries his face within your bosom. 

Jimin’s tongue scours over every inch of skin he can access, stimulating you more and more with the silver ball of his piercing. He chuckles because he knows you feel it.

“I can show you what all I can do with it if you want me to, Kitty,” he murmurs, his face nestled into the valley of your breasts. 

“You should let him,” Layla chimes in. “He’s nasty as fuck.”

You agree with a hum. “I can believe it.”

Jimin smiles and moves his hands down your body to give your ass a squeeze. Your lips meet for a gentle kiss, exchanging the different flavors of alcohol you consumed before parting and delicately grazing the smooth textured ridges along the skin.

“So, you down?” he tries again.

The playlist switches to one of your favorite songs, momentarily taking you away. Your body moves on its own as your mind absorbs the sultry classic playing through the speakers. You feel Jimin’s fingers digging into your barely covered cheeks as he tries to create a little more friction between you. 

Your crotches collide and roll against each other as he joins you in sinful movements that turn into the both of you chasing a carnal desire growing deep within you. 

“I used to be scared of the dick. Now I throw lips to the shit,” you mumble the lyrics against his lips, earning a smile from him. He seems to be in awe of you behaving so wildly and carefree. Your hair in disarray, eyes glossed over with lust and the intoxicating glow of alcohol on your skin while you sway with the beat.

Tell me what's on your mind when your tongue’s in the pussy…

The chemistry between you grows, but your head is pulled back roughly by your hair before you can go too far with the agenda you and Jimin silently set.

“Answer him,” Layla’s voice travels through your ear, snapping you out of your trance. 

You look between them as her neck cranes from beside you. You’ve already gone this far; you don’t know why they’d think you weren’t going to finish this.

Whatever Jimin’s plan is, you’d like to see it, but you don’t want them thinking the ball’s in their court. Tonight, you’re in charge, and they are the clueless players in your little game of get back.

“Sure,” you purr and grab them both by their shirts. You hear the soft whimper from Layla’s throat erupt and smirk at the reaction. She already has an idea of how this will go, and she’s right to trust her instinct. “But once you’re done….”

Your smile widens at Jimin’s perplexed expression, and you give him a wink.

“It’s my turn to play with him,” you say to Layla.

Her nude shaded lips curve into a smile. 

“He’s all yours, Kitty. Slut him out.”

Layla wasn’t lying; Jimin is a freak. 

He’s got you sprawled out on his kitchen island, naked from head to toe with tequila threatening to spill from your belly button with each tiny stroke of Layla’s fingertips. You giggle but keep your core tight, thanking all of your years of dancing for your ability to endure the torturous acts.

“Are you even tickling her?” Jimin whines to Layla, who gives him a shrug.

“She’s good,” she replies, still trying to get you to shake hard enough to spill the liquor so Jimin can win his little silly bet. If you spill it, you’re the bottom, and if you succeed, you take the lead.

You’re confident, so the bet doesn’t deter you at all. Layla wanted no parts in whatever this is; she submitted willingly, but you don’t give in easily…you don’t give in at all. 

He’ll have to earn that position if he wants it.

“Forty seconds Jimin,” you remind him of his lack of time for chit-chat. He thinks hard for a moment, and Layla whispers something in his ear. He hops on the counter, and you figure she’s given him a different strategy to try. 

He hovers over you and uses his lips to trace your bikini line. It’s enough to make your body shiver, but you remain as still as possible so that the liquor doesn’t spill. That’s a sensitive spot for you, so you half moan his name when his teeth slightly graze your skin.

“Jimin, wait—”

The timer goes off just in time, and the victory is yours to claim. You clap your hands triumphantly, chanting over Jimin’s grunts and groans.

“Ha-ha! I won. Yes!”

Jimin rolls his eyes and raises his head, unable to hold back his smile. 

“Whatever, cheater,” he mumbles before slurping the golden liquor from your navel. 

He chuckles when you squeak and tells Layla to give him another shot.

“Ohh, I found something she likes. Pour us another shot, sweetheart.”

They both take turns drinking from your body, making you squirm and giggle. Not an inch of your body is left unscathed by their greedy tongues by the time they’re done. You sit up when the moment presents itself and motion for Jimin to come closer with your finger.

“I haven’t forgotten,” you remind him, and he nods with a grin. “Get on the fucking table.”

You switch positions, so now Jimin is the one on his back. You look at Layla and ask her to take off his pants while you grab the can of Whipped Shots from the counter.

“Take your shirt off, if you aren’t shy.” You both give each other a smirk and Jimin proceeds to pull the fabric over his head. 

“You can take the underwear too, babe. I’m not shy at all,” he tells Layla. She hums and slides down his boxers too, revealing a semi hard cock that’s thick and lengthy.

Your mouth salivates but you'll wait for your turn when it’s fully prepared. Instead, you instruct Layla to get it ready for you.

“Suck his dick and make his toes curl, okay?” 

She nods. “Yes, ma’am.”

Without another word, she gets to work and so do you. Starting a dotted trail of whipped cream up the center of his abdomen, you pause at his chest to touch the horseshoe shaped piercing on his left nipple.

“See something you like, Kitty?” Jimin muses.

“This is cute.” You toy with it for a moment before squirting some of the cold white fluffiness over his areola. You do the same to the other with a wink. “Can’t forget about this one, huh?”

Setting the can aside, you immediately begin to devour the whipped cream from his torso. You pause here and there to admire the large, gray-shaded Phoenix that covers his entire right side from his pelvis to his chest.

It’s as hot as the spiritual quote crawling down his spine. You want to explore his artwork but there isn’t time for that now.

You tongue swirls around his pierced nipple, licking him clean of the sticky mess you’ve created. You hear a hiss when your teeth gently nibble on the metal impaled flesh before sucking it between your lips.

“Fuck.” Jimin’s sharp whispers cut through the sounds of slurping and smacking, bringing your attention to the woman kneeling between his legs.

Layla gives the tip of his cock small kitten licks and she collects a generous amount of precum on her taste buds. She uses it for lubrication as she lowers her head and begins to take him within the depths of her warm mouth.

Jimin’s teeth clench to bite back his moan but you’re already in his ear, finger swirling around his stiffened nipple, encouraging him to let it out. 

“She feels good, doesn’t she?” He nods his head, making you grin and look down at the rise and fall of his chest. His hands are in fists and his abs tense and contort with pleasure. His watery eyes stare back at you begging for more to increase his pleasure. “If you want more you have to ask nicely, baby.”

Your head drops to the crook of his neck where you begin to claim areas of his already reddened flesh. You grab his hair to pull his head away from you, granting you more access to his jawline and his clavicle. His plush lips form an O-shape and he freezes as he tries to get words out.

“G–God, I knew you’d make me suffer,” he groans. “But I’m not too proud to beg.”

You chuckle and reluctantly abandon his soft skin to make your way back down his body. His back arches as you get to his midsection and leave more of your marks over his chiseled abs. He doesn’t know what to focus on, the attention you’re giving to his body or the head he’s getting from Layla.

Once you reach his pelvis area, you and her lock eyes as she’s going down on him. Something takes over you when you see her technique and you snap without warning. 

You snatch her up by her ponytail, surprising her momentarily in her lustful state. 

“Is that how you suck dick?” you ask, gripping her strands. “Hm?”

“No, ma’am.”

You scoff. “So, why are you acting like a scared little bitch? Look at this pretty fucking cock.”

You order her to stare at Jimin’s length as it sits proud and at attention, using your grip to hover her lips directly over it. Your other hand holds it firmly and starts to move up and down absentmindedly as he moans and curses from your touch.

“You mean to tell me that you aren’t willing to choke on this?...this thick, juicy cock?” you ask her, and she nods.

“I am. I want to,” she responds but she’s going to have to prove it.

“Well, I don’t believe it.” You guide her closer until her lips meet the tip and his seeping seed touches her skin. “Open your mouth and eat that dick up. I know you can do better than that.”

She opens and allows you to push her head down on Jimin’s cock, breathing through her nose like you’re telling her. She gags around him when he reaches the back of her throat but doesn’t tap out; she wants to keep going and show you what she’s made of.

“That’s it. Make him blow his load in that pretty mouth, don’t be shy,” you purr in her ear.

You allow her to come up for air but it’s right back to work when she’s good. Your strength allows you to move her head up and down at your pace. The grip on her hair keeps her in your grasp.

Her spit drips all over his shaft, making it wet and messy, creating the filthiest sounds you could ever hear. You busy yourself with littering Jimin’s lower abdomen with your endless love bites, making him buck off the counter into Layla’s warm mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” Jimin all but yells and your head snaps in his direction. 

“You like that, huh?” You speed up her movements and she begins to moan and rub her thighs together. You let her know that it’s okay to play with her pussy since she’s been an absolute doll for you and Jimin can barely keep himself together at the sight before him. “You love some messy head by a pretty bitch, don’t you?”

He nods frantically. “Yes, fuck!”

“You want her to swallow you up until you come down her tight little throat, huh?” you ask him and once again he agrees.

“Please, I’m so fucking close,” he begs, and you let out a cackle.

While you halt Layla’s movements, you pretend to ponder, but keep her lips over his pulsing tip as she suckles on it while she gives you her attention. 

“What do you think about that, baby?” you quiz, smoothing her messy hair back and out of her way. “Can Jimin fill you up with his yummy cum?”

She hums around him, sending vibrations down his length and making him squeeze his eyes shut for a moment to hold his orgasm. You smirk at their reactions.

“And you’ll swallow it all?” 

“Mhm,” she replies.

“Just like a little slut, huh?” You look at Jimin and wink. “A nasty little bitch, isn’t she?”

“She’s never done it like this before, Kitty,” he grunts, clenching his teeth. “I don’t know what’s gotten into her.”

You laugh at that.

“Oh, I know what it is…” You look down at Layla and shake your head. “She just needed a little…guidance.”

“Kitty, am I going to have to beg?” Jimin asks suddenly, making you giggle.

“Not right now,” you answer. “Let Jimin fill you up, babe.”

Jimin wastes no time after getting permission and ploys himself into Layla’s throat, feeding her his cum and making her gag around his dick. You take it out of her mouth and slap it all over her face, smearing his arousal and spit cover length over her makeup.

Her body starts to tremble, and you realize she’s chasing her high without your approval, making you mildly displeased with her behavior. 

You snatch her up quickly, drawing a shriek from her lips.

“I don’t think I gave you permission to come. Did I, Layla?” 

She shakes her head best she can with the tight grip applied to her sewn in strands.

“No, ma’am. You didn’t,” she answers.

You tsk. “But you did it anyway?...Bad, bad girl.”

Your other hand moves between her thigh, delivering four quick slaps to her sensitive clit. She winces as her legs tremble, threatening to fail her at any second. 

“Take your clothes off and sit on Jimin’s face… Let him clean you up,” you mumble.

While she disrobes, you straddle Jimin’s thighs in a squatting position, spreading wide so he can see your wet pussy. His lust drunk eyes can’t look away as you start running your fingers up and down, parting your glistening folds. 

“Fuck, you look hot. Can I touch myself too?” he asks, and you grant him permission. 

“Not too fast. I need you to last a little bit longer this time,” you explain.

Jimin hisses once his hand wraps around his cock and he bites his lip to cope with the sensitivity. He makes slow languid strokes at the same pace as you, looking at the site of you pleasuring yourself in awe. 

Only when Layla appears do you both realize you’ve been staring for too long and instantly bring your attention to anything but each other so you don’t get too caught up. 

“What are you waiting for?” you quiz, and she springs into action. She hovers over him with her rear facing you like you asked and lowers herself on Jimin’s soft lips.

“Oh, shit. Jimin…”

Jimin immediately latches on to her throbbing bundle of nerves. He uses the hand not occupying his hardening cock to hold her in place. Eventually, locking her in with his strong arm.

After a few minutes, you shift gears, dropping to your knees so you can have a seat on his torso. Before you drop completely, you slide his hand from beneath you so he can use that arm to restrain Layla and you place the girth of his shaft in the palm of your hand. 

You run your finger over his slit and swirl his precum over the head. You can feel him pulsing in your hand; he’s hot to the touch and eager to feel whatever is yet to come.

Layla’s moaning becomes louder, indicating she’s slipping further out of sensitivity and closer to the pleasure she seeks. You join the chase and gently drop yourself on Jimin’s stomach, wanting to feel some friction against your leaking core.

Using the slopes of his abs, you glide across the expanse of his tummy, clenching each time he flexes beneath you. 

Once Jimin’s dick is hard enough to stand on its own, your hand abandons it and your attention shifts to Layla. You grab her hair and her head snaps backward, creating a defined arch in the center of her back.

“Why are you acting so shy now, hm?... Rub that pretty pussy in his face, girl,” you chuckle in her ear. 

“But…Oh, fuck!”

“Still sensitive?”

You reach in front of her, pinching her clit. She nods her head as if you’d give her any sympathy but all you do is slap her tit and instruct her to keep going. “It's too bad I don’t care... Get to work, slut.”

Layla squeezes her eyes shut and tries her best to deal with the sensitivity. Your hand slides up her chest and wraps around her throat so you can tighten your digits around her neck, keeping her close to you so you can touch and grope as you please. Her eyes begin to open and roll back when she gets used to the feeling between her thighs.

Jimin’s cock taps your ass as you slide back and forth, reminding you of his needs, so you raise your hips and guide yourself over the thick and seeping head. Your wetness allows you to descend easily and your moans immediately begin to fill Layla’s ear.

“This dick is good. I see why you’re so crazy about him,” you mention, already bouncing on his throbbing shaft. His girth stretches you and fills you to the brim, giving you the fullness you’ve been craving since he whipped it out of his pants.

You can hear his cries of pleasure as he murmurs them against Layla’s cunt and her body shudders from the vibrations traveling to her core.

Both of you ride Jimin like he’s his fancy Ferrari parked outside, having your way with his body as he lies there in bliss below you. 

Caught in the moment, you can’t help but admire the softness of Layla’s ass and your palm kneads the flesh. 

As the pace quickens, your touch becomes rougher and you encourage her to move faster by slapping the delicate skin until it’s tender and red. The noises she makes tell you that she’s enjoying the feeling and you can’t stop yourself from teasing and taunting her with more.

“You’re freaky too, huh?... What else would you let me do, hm?” 

Your middle finger slips between her globes and travels to her rim, making her eyes snap open. “Fuck,” she cries, and you smirk because you know it’s her weakness.

“Such a nasty girl, wanting my fingers buried in her ass. Aren’t you ashamed?” you giggle innocently, but your intentions are anything but.

“Please…”

“Please what, sweetie? Tell me. Jimin isn’t enough for you tonight? You want my fingers, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she admits, hot tears streaming down her cheeks. “I need—”

“You need me?... That isn’t a surprise,” you chuckle, finger circling her quivering hole until she’s attempting to push herself back on it. “But unfortunately, I’m all booked for tonight.”

The denial leaves her feelings hurt and disappointed, but you aren’t evil. You’ll let her reach her high one more time, but she’ll have to do it herself.

“Go play with yourself over there and let me show you how to be a whore.”

Layla freezes as your limbs unravel from around her and Jimin seems caught off guard too. However, Layla still obeys and does as she’s told.

“W-Wait. Hold on,” Jimin stammers. “What’s happening?”

He tries to sit up, but you push him back down gently with your palm, pinning him there so you can continue to ride him. 

“You don’t get both right now. It’s her…” You point at the woman shifting on the bar stool spreading her legs so you and Jimin can watch her rub her cunt until she comes. “Or me.”

You clench around him purposely and his answer appears out of nowhere.

“Uhh, sorry Layla. Next round, okay?” However, she’s too caught up shoving her fingers in her pussy to reply.

You plant your feet on the cold surface of the counter and proceed to enjoy yourself with Jimin’s cock. Your tits bounce freely with your movements. 

Jimin’s eyes don’t know where to look. They switch between staring at your tits and how your pussy is taking in his dick, orbs glistening in the bright kitchen light.

“Fuck, Kitty,” he moans, voice dripping with lust. “You’re so wet, so tight. I don’t think I can last much longer.”

You shake your head as you conjure up your words. “Me either. It feels so good.”

“What, this?”

He thrusts into you from below, nearly knocking you off your feet. You place your hands behind you on the counter to keep yourself up and allow Jimin to fuck you in this position.

“Jimin, I’m—”

“Coming, Kitty!”

Jimin beats you to the punch and you swiftly get off of him and replace his cock with your fingers. Still squatting over him, your digits work until you draw an intense orgasm out of yourself, sending your juices squirting out on Jimin’s stomach.

His cock dispenses loads of his seed, mixing with your arousal and coating his abs. You hear Layla’s sounds of pleasure as well, indicating she’s also reached her peak and allowed her orgasm to burst through the seams. 

You tell her to join you on the counter again, so you can lick the mess off Jimin’s body.

“Girls, you don’t have to—”

“Hush!” Layla tells him and he shuts up immediately. 

You grab her phone and you both take turns filming each other cleaning and taking more shots from Jimin’s belly.

He lays there smirking, feeling like a king in the hands of two beautiful women.

“Fuck, both of you are hot,” he comments. “I’m spent.”

“You’re done?” you ask him with a puzzled face.

Jimin laughs hesitantly. “You want another round?”

You and Layla look at each other and then back at him. 

“I mean…you can go to bed if you want,” she suggests and Jimin sits up immediately.

“Nope. I’m good, I’ve let you both run this show for too long…Who’s first for backshot?”

All of you hop off the counter and make your way to his room.

“Um, that would be me,” you speak up with a raised hand. 

When you approach the bedroom door, you turn to Layla and whisper drunken words to her.

“I hope you’re having fun because I sure am.”

When morning arrived, so did the pounding and intense headache that you could barely stand. With shaky legs you made your way to Jimin’s living room, where your mind began to replay the blurry events from last night. 

The longer you sit on his couch, face buried in your palms, the clearer it all becomes, and regret slowly creeps up from the box you figuratively stuff it in. So does your shame and rational thinking.

You didn’t just fuck up. You fucked it all up.

You embarked on a downward spiral that led you to the only destination that route can take you. 

Revenge is sweet but the crash that follows isn’t worth the temptation. You wish that you’d taken that into consideration last night.

Your phone pings and pings with hundreds of messages—from her, social media, your boss. Everyone’s seen them and has had their say by the time you’re aware of their existence. The lump in your throat swells with each comment you read.

What was meant to be your little moment of selfishly claimed happiness, was taken and flipped to make you out to be a monster. A low down, cheating girlfriend who craves attention from men when she’s supposed to be in a committed relationship with a woman.

The caption reads, “Did she ever love me?”

Sad part about that is, you did. You gave her so much love until the tank ran empty. All that was left was the small amount of self-love you had remaining. Last night you had a choice—give it to her or keep it for yourself.

And so, for the first time in a long time you did what you wanted to do. Unfortunately for you, it came with many consequences. 

You won’t feel bad about it, though. You’re sure no one else does. Only a small part of you wonders why the universe can be so cruel. How is it that this person can put you through so much and get away with it but the moment you break the rules punishment is waiting around the corner.

By now, you’ve given up on what’s right or what is wrong. Both sides haven’t been kind to you, so you figure there’s no point in trying to differentiate the two. You'll be fine if you can just get through the rest of your life without another shitty relationship.

So lost in thought, you almost forget where you are. 

Jimin’s fuzzy slippers drag across the floor as he appears from the hallway. You part your fingers slightly to take a peek and find him wearing nothing but a robe and his boxers, abs littered with the trail of dark blooms as evidence of last night’s festivities. 

He mentions something about Layla being gone already and comes into the living room to join you. You don’t say a word until he speaks.

“So,” he plops down on the couch beside you, blowing out a puff of air as he does, “how’s it going?”

 Pulling away from your hands, you turn in his direction to look at him. 

 “I lost my mind, my girlfriend, and my job in one night. What about you?”

 Jimin huffs a fake laugh briefly before answering.

 “Aw, it can’t be that bad, huh?” 

 Both of you stare at each other for a moment before he finally realizes you aren’t joking.

 “Oh, shit,” is what he replies when it all dawns upon him. “What the fuck did we do last night?”

 You grab your phone and open your Instagram app, clicking on the user’s story from the previous night. You hand it over to Jimin who immediately recognizes the trio and looks on with wide eyes.

 “I’m ruined,” you comment.

 Jimin finally tears his eyes away after some minutes and looks at you.

 “Why is it still up? You should just delete it,” he suggests.

 “That isn’t on my account, Jimin.”

 “Well, it mentioned something about a breakup, so I assumed…” His face is etched with confusion as he takes another look at the profile. His brows gradually raise at the hundreds of photos posted by a familiar face.

 “Layla?” he calls out, mostly to himself.

 You hum as you straighten your posture. Jimin is still utterly lost but that isn’t a surprise.

“Why would she...Fuck, I’m sorry. I’ll call her right now. I don’t know why she would do that. She’s not like that,” he tries to assure you, but you already know better.

“Because she’s a bitch and she’s definitely like that. She’s been planning this,” you inform, and you can see the wheels in his head turning, trying to search for the missing piece he’s sure is there.

“Babe, I’m still swimming in tequila, can you please fill me in. Why does my Friday night care about what you and your girl have going on?” 

He cards a hand through his hair and lies back on the couch as if that’ll make the throbbing in his head disappear. However, your next statement is sure to leave it spinning.

“Because your Friday night is my girl, smartass.”

Jimin jolts up faster than you’ve ever seen anyone move. 

“You’re lying. Tell me you’re fucking kidding,” he begs, fists full of his strands.

You snatch your phone from his lap and switch from Instagram to your photos. You allow him to see everything, pictures, videos, nudes…your private sex tapes. As much of your five-year long relationship he can absorb before he’s had enough.

Jimin stares ahead, unsure of what to say. You know the look of regret when you see it, so you save him the challenge of issuing the proper apology. You understand that sometimes remorse is hard to put in words.

“It’s okay, Jimin. You’re good. You didn’t know,” you tell him, rubbing his back with soothing circles. You feel horrible because he was dragged into this by the both of you.

Layla thought she was getting even by sleeping with him despite hating his guts and all you wanted to do was use him as a pawn. He didn’t deserve any of that and it’s probably why your plan backfired.

Jimin’s such a good person. You and Layla never deserved to have him enter your lives.

“So, let me get this straight because this is the only logical, if I can even say that, explanation I have for this.” He turns to you, and you have enough respect for him to look him in the eyes while he speaks.

“Layla is your girlfriend?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

“And she threw herself at me a few weeks ago so she could fuck me to get back at you, who she thought was fucking me?”

Once again, you nod your head.

“Mhm.”

His brows knit together as he pieces together the rest and when he does, he continues.

“And last night when she came here you didn’t leave because you wanted to get her back?” he questions, and you agree. “So, you just used me to teach her a lesson?”

“Jimin, I’m sorry—”

“That’s so fucking hot,” he commends, catching you off guard.

You blink and look around the room as if he could be speaking to someone else. “What?”

“I underestimated you. I mean…you’re like a silent assassin or some shit. That was insane.”

Jimin goes on and on about how impressed he is and how Layla got what she deserved and it kind of cheers you up a bit. You’re grateful for his sportsmanship and his support. However, when the moment fades and silence falls the reality sets in. You realize that everything is not all good.

“Yeah, I’m still out of a job, though. That club’s pretty strict, we can’t have sex tapes going around. According to our manager, it ‘takes away our value’ or whatever…”

Jimin hums but doesn’t say anything. However, you know there’s something on the tip of his tongue.

“I’m not going to be your sugar baby, Jimin. So before you go there—”

“I wasn’t going to…! I swear!” he promises, holding up his hands. “I did have a proposition, though?”

“Dude, I literally just got dumped, exposed, and fired. I know that look. I swear if it’s wild I’ll punch you,” you threaten him. 

“Alright, I get it. No violence, woman.” He laughs but then his expression turns serious. “You’re a great actress, you know that?”

“How else would I make money?” you quip.

“But it’s not good to bury those emotions. Eventually they’ll bubble to the surface,” he continues.

You frown. “What are you hinting at, Jimin?”

“Would it be safe to say that you’re my friend?” he asks you.

He’s your only friend. You don’t know why it wouldn’t be safe.

“Yeah, of course.”

Jimin hums as he ponders over his words. “And friends…help each other?”

“They do,” you sigh. 

“Well, what if you helped me? Would you let me help you–ow!”

“Jimin, I told you—” 

“I was just going to offer you a job at another spot I’m opening,” he whines, clutching the arm you jabbed.

Oh.

“Well, you were beating around the bush.” Your arms fold but eventually your hand reaches out to caress his arm. You barely touched him, but he acts as if you’ve broken a bone.

“What is it? Another nightclub?” 

He nods. “Yeah, but I’d like to have bottle girls and other entertainment. There will be bouncers and security but if something were to go down, I think they’d feel more comfortable giving a statement to another woman instead of huge scary guys, you know?”

That is true. At the Penthouse, you’d have to tell bouncers or your male manager how some creep tried to touch you, making you feel even more uncomfortable. It would have been nice to have someone to talk to other than your equally gross manager and the cold bouncers who were just there for their checks.

“So, you want that person to be me?” you ask him.

“Yeah. There will be other job duties, of course. That’ll keep you busy throughout the week, but it won’t be too stressful and I’m always here to help.”

He stares at you with puppy eyes, trying to charm you and you can’t help but smile as you look away.

“So, what do you say?”

“Jimin, I would. I really would because I need the money. I don’t have a car, or a home now that I’ve been kicked out,” you admit with a small scoff. “I need those things before even considering accepting a job.”

However, Jimin is a quick thinker and isn’t letting up so easily.

“Then rent this place.” He gestures around to his current home before shrugging his shoulders. “I haven’t put it on the market yet.”

“I can’t afford this place—”

“You can at the rate I’m going to pay you. My businesses are picking up, babe. I need help. I need people. Hustlers, like you.” The more Jimin runs his mouth, the more convinced you become. He’s definitely a businessman because he makes everything sound promising. “Besides, I know another way we both can profit off of this…scandal. And the only way we can pull it off is if we keep in touch.”

You look over at him with squinted eyes.

“You’re the devil on my shoulder,” you tell him.

“An angel, actually.”

“Same thing,” you retort.

Eventually, the banter ends with a long sigh, and he finally lays it all on the table.

“Give me an hour to call my attorney. I’ll ask him to type up a contract and we can negotiate on what stays and what goes. If we can agree on the terms, we sign it and go from there,” he states.

“Why do I feel like there is more to this than becoming your tenant and working at your club? What are you up to?” 

Jimin smirks, slinging his arm over the couch behind your head. He leans closer and whispers in your ear as if he’s telling his biggest secret. What he begins to tell you is wild, unbelievable, but surprisingly one of the best ideas you’ve heard.

“Ever heard of OnlyFans?” he asks you.

Two years later...

The clinking plates and silverware are the only thing you can focus on in the dimly lit restaurant. You’ve always hated public places, so becoming a stripper is still something you cannot believe you pulled off.

12: 23 PM  Jimin: you good? i’m right outside if you need me.

Nervousness resided within you early on while you were waiting alone. The anxiety fade when the same woman you looked in the eyes nearly two years ago sits across from you.

You realize she’s the same as before; nothing has really changed but her appearance. Her eyes still hold no remorse for what she did. She only regrets how she wasn’t able to have the upper hand in the end.

Her jealousy and selfishness still linger in her aura, and you’re reminded of what drove you away. You aren’t just good. You’re great.

“Hi,” she says as soon as she’s situated in the booth.

“Hi, Layla,” you respond, setting your phone on the table before taking a sip of water. “How’ve you been?”

“Fine. What do you want?”

You aren’t fazed by the rudeness in her tone. You glance at her as you dig in your purse. You pull out the velvet box and set it between you, confusing your ex-girlfriend with its appearance. 

“And what is that?” she asks bluntly, not even reaching out for it.

You look at the box and then back at her. “Open it.” 

She grabs it on your command and lifts the top, eyes displaying a small glint when the diamond-encrusted ring appears. You shake your head at the scowl she gives you.

“I’m not about to clear up any rumors about those videos. You can save the bribery. I can’t be bought like you,” she spits out. 

It doesn’t create the sting she was hoping for. It only makes you chuckle at her bitterness.

“You did nothing but make my life easier. Why would I ask you to reverse it? You think I care how people feel about my career?”

She scoffs at the mention of your “career,” but you ignore her and continue. 

“I just wanted to give you that because it’s yours. I have no use for it.” 

“And what would I do with it? I don’t want it,” she argues.

“I don’t care what you do with it. Pawn it, throw it away…doesn’t matter. All I know is that I bought it for you, so it’s yours.”

Layla drops the small box on the table and leans closer to you, narrowing her eyes as if you’ve actually done her something.

“Why would I want anything you bought with money you earned while laying on your back?” she grits.

Your head shakes from side to side slowly, thinking about how she still doesn’t see how much you cared after everything.

“You know I tried with you, Layla. I gave you my all.” You shoot Jimin a quick text, letting him know you’ll be outside in a minute before finishing. “I bought you that ring nearly two years ago in the pouring fucking rain. I worked my ass off for it and still barely had enough.”

The thick tears finally begin to pour, and your mind travels back to what Jimin told you about burying your emotions. You never doubted that they’d force their way out. You just didn’t know when.

“I earned it by cleaning that nasty strip club floor every night after work because I knew you hated stripper money. I wanted your ring. Your engagement ring…to be special, something you could be proud of.”

Her features remain hardened, but you, of all people, know it’s a mask. She was broken long before your relationship ended, and instead of allowing you in to help her, she pushed you away.

“Imagine how I felt passing the restaurant you worked at and not seeing your car after you told me you couldn’t pick me up because you were working late. Or seeing you stroll inside the man’s house you accused me of cheating on you with not to confront me but to admit to me that you’re fucking him behind my back,” you continue.

You don’t even care about the few pairs of eyes on you. This needs to be said so you can move on.

“Or imagine, waking up to an internet full of people telling you that you’re the bad guy because you were tired of doing right by someone who never appreciated you. That’s how I hit rock bottom, Layla. And you were nowhere to be found.”

“You never needed me,” she comments.

“No, I didn’t!” Your fist slams on the table, rattling it and startling some guests. “But I wanted you, and I wanted you to love me like I loved you.”

Her expression finally loses its tension, and her features begin to droop. She stares blankly into space, allowing the air to settle around you.

“You weren’t fucking him, were you?” her small voice asks.

You give her a pitiful look. You can’t help but feel bad for her because, just like you, she hasn’t had it easy. However, you never lost sight of being a good person like her, which was her biggest downfall.

A warm feeling creeps up your body as you dry your eyes with a small napkin, thinking of the man she just mentioned. “I am now,” you confirm.

Slinging your purse on your shoulder, you place a hundred dollar bill in the center of the table. 

“You’re leaving?” she asks, and you let her know you have to prepare for a baecation with Jimin. She looks shocked by your statement. “So, you and Jimin…your relationship isn’t fake?”

You get up from your seat and give her a pat on her shoulder before you depart.

“Layla,” you sigh. “I think you should stop jumping to conclusions so much, babe.”

“I’m sorry,” she admits, and all you can do is offer a sympathetic smile.

“Use that ho money and order you some lunch. And take that ring so you can pay those legal fees for not making rent after you kicked me out,” you say to her and proceed to walk away.

However, you almost forget about the apology she’d given you and turn around to tell her one more thing.

“Also, here’s to your apology. Don’t choke on it like you were choking on Jimin’s dick,” you shout, giving her the finger.

You find Jimin waiting at the door, trying to persuade security not to escort you out. He looks at you with wide eyes when you approach him.

“Are you crazy?” he laughs nervously, silently praying that he isn’t banned from his favorite restaurant.

“A little bit. But I always wanted to do that,” you giggle as his arm slips around your waist to move you to the other side of him. 

“Are you okay?”

You answer with a nod and begin to walk with him down the street to the parking garage, getting all those “cute couple” stares from random people.

Becoming a fake couple just to sell content on OnlyFans is something you never imagined doing. Still, Jimin and his persuasiveness wore you down. However, it proved to be one of the best decisions you ever made. Subscribers sometimes pay just to watch you make Jimin dinner.

All you have to do is show him affection and love while you’re doing it. These days, however. No acting is required. Fake dating was fun while it was fresh, but being Jimin’s actual girlfriend is much better.

Small conversations continue as you step onto the garage’s elevator. No one is around to hop on with you, so Jimin closes the door and punches floor seven with his knuckle. Not even three seconds go by before the lights flicker, and it stops, indicating some sort of malfunction or outage.

Jimin’s short temper gets the best of him only moments after, and he grabs his hair with a slight bit of frustration. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jimin states while he looks around as if the answers lie within the walls. However, he finds nothing to determine the cause.

 “Didn’t I say let’s take the stairs?” You chuckle, watching him pace back and forth.

 He looks at you like you’ve just cursed him.

 “I wasn’t about to climb the stairs in these,” he cries, pointing at his shoes.

 Your eyes roll. 

 “Jimin, you’re wearing Crocs.”

 “That’s the point! They aren’t made for climbing stairs,” he explains with a high-pitched voice.

 “You’re being dramatic,” you sing.

 “And you’re being mean.”

 His fake pouting amuses you as he walks over to the call buttons, pressing random floor numbers to see if anything will happen. He finally gives up when it proves to be no avail and goes for the emergency call button.

“Wait!” You stop him just as his finger hovers over it, and he pauses momentarily to turn around and answer you.

He hums, eyebrow lifting with interest because the growing smirk is evident on your face. 

“We aren’t in a rush, are we?” 

Jimin shrugs. “Not really, I guess.”

He returns to his place in front of you and folds his arms over his chest. 

“I thought you wanted to play around before work, though. We probably won’t have time now—”

“Let’s do it here,” you suggest. Jimin’s widened eyes make you giggle. “If you’re down with it. I know we’ve never done it in public before.”

Suddenly, you begin to feel shy, and you try to retract your idea. 

“Or maybe we can just do it another time.…”

You look away, but the tip of his finger turns your head gently, shifting your focus back to him. He greets you with a devilish grin and sinful eyes, mischief swirling within the depths of his brown orbs.

“So, you wanna fuck right here?... On an elevator?” 

You answer him with a nod, and he scoffs a laugh. “We could get caught,” he mentions.

“I don’t care. I’ve been horny since this morning,” you inform him.

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“I was waiting for the right moment.” You pull him closer, blocking his hands as they try to reach out and grab your waist and then bring yours to his shoulders in the same motion.

“And which moment is that?” he questions, upset because he’s not permitted to touch you. 

Your smile widens. “This one.”

Using the wall behind you for extra support, you lift your leg and slowly get into a heel stretch position, replacing the hand that was resting on his shoulder with your calf and ankle. Your hand brings his face closer so your foreheads touch. You can smell the minty freshness of his gum and the faint scent of his cologne within the close proximity.

You breathe him in blissfully as you speak. “And I’m not wearing panties.”

Jimin grips onto the railing a little harder after hearing this information. 

“So I can just whip it out and.…”

“Fuck me right here,” you finish.

His hand finds his zipper instantly and drags it down. He reaches inside and pulls out his stiffened shaft, stroking it a few times before he inches closer to your cunt.

“We should probably film this… For later.” You wink. 

He quickly grabs his phone from his back pocket and searches for the camera. You hold onto your own leg while he makes a hasty dash to place it on the floor beneath you—front-facing activated and already recording.

You look down and notice that it has a clear view of where your bodies will meet, making you excited to view and edit it later. You may even decide to keep this one for yourself instead of uploading it.

Jimin sighs through his nose while he spreads your folds with the head of his cock, running up and down your slit to both stimulate you and coat his length with your juices.

You gasp when he slides into you, and a hand comes over your mouth quickly, a finger to his lip silently instructing you to keep your voice down. After you nod your head, he removes his hand and places it on your calf, wrapping his ring-clad fingers around your leg to keep it where it needs to be.

You only succeed in staying quiet for a few seconds, so Jimin has to kiss your lips so he can conceal your desperate moans. Despite all the noise you’re making, he makes no effort to switch up the pace and continues to fuck you without holding back. The entire elevator rocks with each powerful thrust due to him slamming into you so violently. 

Your ass slaps against the cold metal railing but does nothing for the scorching heat radiating from your skin. Soon even Jimin’s thick plush lips aren’t enough to keep your cries of pleasure from escaping, and he has to bring his hand to your mouth again.

“Be quiet, sweetheart,” he whispers, but there’s no way you can when the pleasure is so intense.

Sweat begins to form on your body, and the small space becomes stuffy and humid. Chatter from the outside only heightens the thrill of being in here so exposed and open for anyone to see. Your nails dig into Jimin’s shoulder to stop yourself from floating away in your euphoric state.

“I’m trying,” you mumble into his palm, shrieking and sobbing as tears roll down your cheeks. “It’s so good. Jimin, I—”

“I know, sweetheart. I know. It’s okay,” he coos.

Jimin shushes you as you’re trying to get your words out and lodges himself deep into your womb while he speaks to you. 

“I wish you knew how good this pussy feels,” he moans, snapping his hips in an upward motion to repeatedly bury himself in your guts. “I can’t believe this is all mine.”

“Jimin…” you cry out his name, attempting to warn him about the pressure building inside you, but the words get caught in your throat. Fortunately, he knows your body well enough to sense when you are close.

“Do it. Come on my dick, Kitty.”

Your body reacts on his command, and your orgasm ripples through your body. Jimin keeps you up with his strength because the one foot planted on the ground is matched with a shaky leg. 

Moments after your intense wave of pleasure, Jimin removes his cock and shoots his cum all over your pussy. Your name leaves his lips as the thick ropes of his seed squirt out on your skin. Your bodies slump over each other, and heavy breathing fills the elevator.

After you’ve calmed, Jimin retrieves the phone, so he can zoom in on his cum covering your center. He smears it with his fingers and chuckles while he records.

“So pretty, and all mine.”

Banging interrupts your post-orgasmic moment, and a man’s voice erupts from the other side of the door.

“Open up, you heathens! We have places to be!”

Jimin’s eyes find your face immediately.

“You knew we were stuck on the first floor, didn’t you?”

You shrug. “Maybe…”

You bite his earlobe and whisper, “Why? Wanna punish me later?”

And you already know for a fact that he does.

[tonyspep]

~*~big, big plans~*~

A/N: this is for the 24k winter fic exchange put together by the amazing @wyattjohnston I know this is a little late, and I'm so sorry. I've never written for Nico Hischier before, so I hope I do him justice for the great @kurlyteuvo. This doesn't take place during a specific season with the Devils as I know next to nothing about their lore. I hope you enjoy this and you've had a wonderful holiday season and have a great year this year. @fallinallincurls also helped me so much with this so shout out to her.

~*~big, big plans~*~

pairing: nico hischier x oc

summary: it's the holiday season and during the break, nico has some big, big plans on the little hawaiian island his girlfriend nadia's family has been spending the holidays since she was a little girl

rating: t

she don't know /i got some big, big plans

build a little house on some hand-me-down land

find a little island where we go to get tan

i bet we take our kids down there one day

and i know she wouldn't mind if i

did a little somethin' like find a flight

overnight to paradise and leave tonight

and i'ma put a diamond on her hand

“big, big plans” - by chris lane

Nico didn't expect to find love when he was drafted by the Devils. Honestly, he was just trying to hope he would get by with what little English he knew. Then he moved into the townhouse Hallsy recommended and he met his neighbor. Nadia turned his whole world upside down. He still remembers her wide deep brown eyes meeting his own and the cute little gasp that fell off her full strawberry pout when she realized who was standing in front of her.

She fixed her hair and babbled in the most adorable way, but her excited energy as she talked about how her family had owned season tickets to the Devils forever had him smiling. She rattled off his stats with ease and before he could say anything, she hugged him close and said softly, “Welcome to New Jersey, Nico,” and from that day on he couldn't get her out of his head.

That was six years ago. He still couldn't believe they had known each other that long. How when everything fell apart with her boyfriend, she had come to him, her beautiful brown eyes red rimmed with tears, her long dark hair piled atop her head. He comforted her and though he desperately wanted to tell her he had long fallen in love with her, he kept that secret close to his heart not wanting to take advantage when she was at her most vulnerable.

Everything changed during the pandemic. Though, her parents were close by, she stuck by his side as his family was a world away in Switzerland. She showed him how to use Zoom and surprised him by learning Swiss in additon to making way too much banana bread. She added chunks of chocolate just for him. He taught her his mother's famous Swiss food and one night, everything changed when she stood on her toes – in her kitchen – flour dusting her cheeks and smelling of vanilla and cinnamon, and she initated their first kiss.

It was everything he could have dreamed of and more. Her lips so soft and warm, her scent so beautiful and alluring, everything about her drawing him in deeper and deeper.

Now there she was at the Prudential Center cheering him on at every home game. Since she was a yoga instructor, the hours worked out perfectly for her to be able to come to nearly every game. Her parents – David and Savannah – welcomed him with open arms, which he was thankful for considering he had bought a beautiful ruby ring two months ago before both the Thompson and Hischier clans would be converging on the big island of Hawaii to spend the holidays together.

Vacationing in Hawaii to escap the harsh Jersey winters had been a tradition for Nadia's family since she was a little girl and the past two Christmases Nico had come along. Now, his family was coming. He could still hear his Mom's excited shouts in Swiss when he told her and his Dad of his plans of proposing. They had loved Nadia from the first moment they met. Welcoming her as if they had known her for years after their very first interaction.

“I can feel you staring,” Nadia as sweet as she was had a sharp tongue, and Nico could hear the teasing tone of her sweet voice. “I can enjoy the view,” He easy volleyed back, taking in her alluring shape as she finished packing her suitcase.

“What if I want you to do more than enjoy the view, huh?” Seeing her tongue wet her perfect pout had Nico groan low and deep in his throat.

Easily crossing the threshold of their bedroom, Nico had the petite brunette wrapped in his strong arms in seconds. Bending slightly as she stood on her tip toes, they kissed sweetly, their tongues tangling as her fingers found purchase in his thick hair while his roamed her back. Pulling away, they were breathing heavily and their eyes were full of love and heat. Nadia let one of her hands stay tangled in Nico's soft hair while the other trailed down his toned chest, feeling the muscles underneath his cotton t-shirt. He felt nothing but heat from her fingers.

Her soft sigh sent his blood rushing through his veins. “Can't wait to be on the beach with you,” Nadia mused. “Love seeing you get tan and how you can't keep your hands away from me. I packed the red bikini just for you, Neeks.”

“Nadi,” A desperate growl as she gave an impish smile promising nothing but trouble. “It's your favorite,” Her tone was dilberately innocent as she batted her lashes coquettishly. “How could I not bring it?”

They were talking too much Nico decided as he swept his girl up into another passionate kiss and laid her down on their bed, covering her petite body with his strong frame. They spent the rest of the night before they would leave for Hawaii in the morning, wrapped up in each other and with every kiss and every touch, every soft pant of his name, he knew more and more that Nadia was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

He could see her walking to him on David's arm in the most beautiful white dress. Giving him a cheeky wink and sticking out her tongue to make him laugh – you're too serious, neeks loosen up, baby – and how he would stick his tongue back out at her. He could hear him say I do and her say the same words back. He could see them fixing up their spare room; painting it a sweet and sunny yellow with sage accents the perfect mix of boht of them as their little girl would be. He could see them bringing her to the same resort they would be staying at once they touched down in Hawaii. Watching her play in the sand and the surf giggling as he chased her and Nadia, cuddling with her, seeing her grow and learn and change.

Kissing Nadia's head as he listened to her breath while she was wrapped in his arms, Nico couldn't imagine a better life for himself.

He only hoped when he got down on one knee, Nadia would say yes.

The first night was spent unpacking and enjoying a traditonal luau as the two families toasted each other and the holiday season. Nico was sure he had never seen a more beautiful woman than Nadia under the tiki lamps and the pink and orange of the setting Hawaiian sun. Her beautiful green and teal maxi dress hugged her figure perfectly. Her eyes were bright with happiness, her laughter infectious, every little thing she did made him fall deeper and deeper and only made him more certain of what he was going to do.

Her father David sent him knowing looks and winked, and he couldn't help but flush. His Mom couldn't resist mentioning how beautiful the resort would be for a wedding and Nadia murmured in his ear, “I always thought so. I wouldn't mind getting married here,”

Their fingers were linked together and she had brought their intertwined hands to her lips when she said that, and Nico felt his heart skip several beats. He wouldn't mind getting married here. The sun setting behind them and making her look like an angel.

He finds his voice, kissing her softly and says, “Me neither,” the smile he receives back is absolutely blinding and he's more confident than ever she'll say yes.

Being a yoga instructor, Nadida is an early riser. Even on vacation, so to no one's surprise both she and Nico are up early the next morning. Nico can't resist his eyes shamelessly roaming over Nadia's beauitful body in her choice of a red two piece sports bra and leggings set. The red ribbon tied in her high ponytail makes her even more adorable to him.

He can feel Nadia's eyes on him. The sight of her biting her lip has the heat rising and he smiles as he wraps his arms around her, ready for their morning yoga session as she giggles and tries to wriggle free. He kisses her all over as he lifts her from her feet making her giggles grow louder as he laughs, his hands roam over her curves. They fall into the lush grass, a tangle of limbs before he manages to get her tiny body under his strong frame.

“You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen,” His voice is husky and honest, making her shudder. “Neeks,” His nickname falling from Nadia's lips, makes him want her so much. Her deep brown eyes are shimmering in the morning light, making him love her even more.

He can feel the ring inside the pocket of his shorts and he knows this is the moment. The sun peeking through the palm trees, the birds chirping, the ocean lapping lazily against the sand and Nadia looking like a princess even her sports bra and leggings.

Caressing her cheek softly with his finger tips, he uses his other hand to reach into the pocket of his shorts and her little gasp is the cutest thing he's ever heard.

“Nico...” She whispers. “Shhh, Nadi,” Nico says softly. “There's only one thing I want you to say, but let me say what I have to first.”

“Okay,”

“I couldn't believe the most beautiful girl I had ever seen was so close when I had first moved to Newark after being drafted, that she was right across the hall from me. I never wanted any sadness to come to you and I hated that I was happy when Jason broke your heart because all I wanted was to have you for myself, but the thought of someone hurting of you, of you feeling any pain was something I never wanted. When you came to me, your beautiful eyes red rimmed, your tiny body shaking, all I wanted to do was hold you and do whatever I could to make you smile again...”

“And that's exactly what you did. You gave me everything I could ever want. You're my Prince Charming, Nico,”

“And you're my Princess, Nadia. So there's only one thing for Prince Charming and his Princess to do; to live happily ever after. Nadia Isabel Thompson, will you do me the utmost honor of becoming my wife and making me the happiest man in the world?”

Nico watched as Nadia's eyes went wide when he presented her with the gorgeous ruby ring. Her beautiful face was awash in pure happiness as tears filled her big beautiful chocolate eyes while she nodded and said in the sweetest voice, “Yes, yes! Yes, yes! Yes, Nico I'll marry you,”

Just as he slipped the ring onto her shaking ring finger, they heard the happy yells and cheers from their families as they ran from their respective bungalos on the resort, champagne in her Dad's hand and the other family members holding champagne flutes.

Hugs and kisses were exchanged. He shook hands with her Dad and Nico felt like he was floating. Nothing could be better than this.

Except for when Nadia was by his side when he was lifting the Cup and then when he was holding their beautiful little girl.

@nicohischier @nadia_yoga said yes!!!! #engaged #hawaiianholiday #merrychristmas

@nadia_yoga i said yes beaches!!!! #engaged #hawaiianholiday #merrychristmastome #merrychristmastous

@jackhughes way to go cap!!! congrats u crazy kids!!! gonna be so turnt for the wedding!!!

@dougieham i have the most incredible best man speech planned. vince vaughan and owen wilson ain't got nothing on me #shout #bestmandougieham

More and more comments flooded both Nico and Nadia's instagram pages as the day went on. After celebrating with their families, they spent the rest of the day wrapped up in each other as they showered each other with love more happy than they ever dreamed they could be.

As the sun set behind them, they danced on the beach, holding each other close. The waves and their heartbeats providing the music as they swayed softly together.

In this moment, they knew they were meant to be together and that their lives were just beginning, both of them imagining being right back here as husband and wife and then with their kids; a strong willed, funny girl with Nadia's big brown eyes and a sweet, soft spoken little boy who had the same smile as Nico.

all i am, i'll be

everything in this world

all that i'll ever need

is in your eyes

shining at me

when you smile /i can feel

all my passion unfolding

your hand brushes mine

and a thousand sensations

seduce me cause i

i do cherish you

for the rest of my life

you don't have to think twice

i will love you still

from the depths of my soul

it's beyond my control

i've waited so long to say this to you

if you're asking do i love you this much

i do

“i do (cherish you) – by 98 degrees

songs used “big, big plans” by chris lane and “i do (cherish you) by 98 degrees

[mediadollz]

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ WELCOME TO THE CIRCUS !

ALL OCS FEATURED ! ... @boycandie + @d3caynluv + @urmykrushhh + @blundie + @plasticflwrs + @chloekwon +_@killltheidol + @snspice + @f1-chicane + @pink-ttes + @ying-yang-qiao + @hshtag + @p-nkified !

Lunarix has released their star-studded promotional video for their second full album: CIRCUSIX!

Set the backtrack of the interesting instrumental of their title track, the video takes the viewer through the CIRUSIX. Dressed in an extravagant ringmaster's outfit, Evie stands in front of a red curtain sweeping her arm around as the curtain behind her opens, revealing a magical carnival scene.

The arc above the entrance reads "CIRUSIX" before the camera takes the audience around the carnival.

In a quiet and dimly lit corner, Yoomi, dressed in an intricate mystical fortune teller costume, sits at a mystical booth with an aura of enchantment. Her piercing gaze remains fixed on a sparkling crystal ball, which seems to hold the secrets of the universe.

Drew from Arm Candy, intrigued by the mysterious allure of the fortune teller's booth, steps forward. Yoomi beckons him to take a seat. She peers deeply into the crystal ball and begins to reveal his fortune in her crystal ball: "After chasing anything, thing, thing, don't get burnt out."

After the cryptic message appears, the pair look up from the crystal ball and at one another in confusion before Yoomi shakes her head, putting her hand out to get paid, face unamused. Drew seems to be knocked out of his confusion, groaning inaudibly as he leans back in his seat and digs in his pocket to pay the fortune teller.

With a sweeping transition, the audience is taken outside a house of mirrors the sign on the front reading "Should we have fun today?" before going inside. Oliver and Salem from Plastic Flowers navigated through a funhouse of distorted mirrors. Their rushing and confusion mimicked that of the soundtrack playing behind them.

Each reflection revealed a different aspect of their relationship, adding a surreal touch to the video. Oliver crashes into a mirror when running towards what he assumed was Salem, falling to the ground while Salem stands behind him, looking a bit annoyed by his comedic antics.

The camera returns outside to the high-striker game, where Elliot confidently takes a swing at the Hi Striker with a comically oversized mallet. The crowd cheers in response to his showmanship, even though he hasn't hit the bell at the top. The body of the Hi Striker reads, "Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, higher!"

Unexpectedly, Laila emerges from the excited crowd, strutting forward as if she owns the entire carnival. With a sly smirk and raised eyebrows, she takes the mallet from Elliot, who appears a bit taken aback.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Laila raises the mallet high above her head, drawing a drumroll from the enthusiastic crowd. She brings it down with a thunderous slam, hitting the bell with a resounding ding. Laila's beaming smile lights up the carnival, and the crowd goes wild with cheers and applause. Elliot, slightly surprised, can't help but smile down at Laila, shaking his head in amusement.

Honey Blonde from Bottle Blondes takes her position behind the ticket booth of the carnival's most heart-pounding rollercoaster. The line to experience this thrilling ride snakes around the block, with anticipation running high. Honey Blonde, wearing her signature playful smile, is ready to bring joy and excitement to every rider.

As the line advances, SNS' Yuki and Mika approach the ticket booth, their arms linked with excitement. They eagerly hand over their blue-colored tickets, which curiously read, "Don't be too too too surprised!" Honey Blonde takes their tickets with a grin, ripping them in her characteristic energetic style. She points the girls towards their seats with a wink, her excitement matching theirs.

With a dramatic flair, Honey Blonde presses a big green button on the control board in front of her. The rollercoaster roars to life, and with a sudden burst of speed, it launches Yuki and Mika on a wild and exhilarating journey. The rush of wind blows Honey Blonde's hair back, and for a moment, she's taken by surprise, blinking in astonishment at the sheer intensity of the ride.

Regaining her composure, she turns to greet the next rider with a mischievous smile.

The camera moves swiftly to the giant Ferris Wheel where Aeri from KRUSH and Selene from Totally Pink sit together, both eating from two perfect-looking rainbow snowcones. As the Ferris Wheel spins, the girls laugh, playfully feeding one another and pointing down at the carnival goers below them. As Selene leans over the edge of her seat, her snowcone drops on the head of Yoora from Hashtag. Reiko gasps, jumping away from her friend before covering her mouth in shock. Reiko begins to laugh at Yoora's misfortune, causing her groupmate to glare at her before starting to chase her through the crowd.

While dashing through the bustling carnival crowd, Reiko bumps into the elegant and impeccably dressed Chloe Kwon, who playfully stumbles a few steps before gracefully stepping onto a stage platform. The crowd erupts in cheers and applause as Chloe makes her entrance. With a dazzling smile, Chloe approaches a table adorned with various sharp objects. In a display of showmanship, she grabs a knife, and the crowd's excitement reaches a fever pitch. With flair, she twirls the knife in her hand.

In a panning shot, Jisu of Rejects stands proudly in front of a spinning target, channeling his inner bravery and anticipation. Chloe takes a deep breath as she prepares for her daring act. With expert precision, she hurls the knife towards the target, and it lands with a satisfying thud, landing right next to Jisu's head. Jisu playfully shuts his eyes tightly, creating a humorous moment in the act.

The audience bursts into laughter and applause. With her signature smile still intact, Chloe confidently struts over to Jisu, getting up close and personal. They lock eyes, sharing a moment of playful tension before Chloe smoothly removes the knife from the target. As the crowd roars with excitement, Chloe and Jisu exchange a playful nod of approval. Chloe takes a gracious bow, and the audience's cheers become a deafening crescendo, celebrating the thrilling and fun-filled carnival spectacle.

The audience is ushered into a vibrant circus tent adorned with colorful banners and twinkling lights. High above the crowd, Siyeon and Taerin, dressed as enchanting aerial ballet performers, soar gracefully through the air in vibrant, candy-colored silks. Their performance exudes energy and high-spirited fun, perfectly complementing the lively instrumental accompaniment.

As the girls execute their breathtaking routine, the crowd is captivated by their incredible agility and synchronized movements. Their silks flutter through the air, creating a mesmerizing dance of colors. The audience can't help but cheer and applaud.

In a playful twist, Siyeon and Taerin elegantly slide down their blue and pink silks, landing gracefully in a flurry of confetti and balloons that rain down on the dirt ground of the circus. They strike a dramatic pose, each in perfect unison, and the audience responds with laughter and applause.

The carnival's spotlight is now focused high above the crowd as Navi, dressed in a sparkling and vibrant blue trapeze artist's costume, prepares to dazzle the audience. The trapeze swings gently, waiting for her to take flight.

In the audience, Charmeine from Pinkettes, Qiao from Aespa, and Mirae from Chicane have taken their seats. They are just as excited as the rest of the crowd, eagerly anticipating Navi's performance.

With a burst of energy, Navi launches herself into the air, executing a mesmerizing series of somersaults and mid-air acrobatics. Her graceful and fearless movements are perfectly in sync with the carnival's lively and enchanting atmosphere.

As Navi swings high above the crowd, Charmeine, Qiao, and Mirae watch in awe, their eyes riveted on the breathtaking spectacle. The carnival-goers around them cheer and gasp in amazement.

Navi's trapeze act is a symphony of colors and movement, matching the vibrant and dynamic music playing behind her. She waves to the crowd once she's finished her performance, smiling adorably and excitedly. As she takes a bow, the curtain closes and we're taken back to the ring master Evie who smiles at the camera.

"Are you ready for this?" She asks with a wink before the video ends, the screen cutting to black.

Thank you to everyone who volunteered their oc to be in this! Yall made this ten times more fun than it should've been 🤍