── .˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ TENSION DEGREE 03
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College roomate!Jungkook x college roomate!reader- fwb 2 Lovers
You find yourself having to share your room with a very sexually active medical science major who so happens to fancy you. Good thing he´s as charming and spontaneous as you, leading to many crazy parties and places you probably should not be hooking up at. When Jungkook started ignoring all his booty calls after accidentally calling someone by your name, unable to fuck away the thought of you, he knew he was cooked. Would he really leave his playboy antics for that sweet company of yours?
series- three!
content: mild slow burn- fwb2l, roomates, mutual pining, player jungkook that falls devoted to reader, cocky!JK, Confident!reader, psychology major reader, banter, parties, lots of smut (duh), only one bed trope, skinny dipping, roadtrip vibes
episode- warnings: alcohol, sexual content (praise kink, oral fem. rec., brief grinding, penetrative sex, making out), feelings of shame around sex
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Day two of summer vacay in chae's wonderful beach house rolls around with the morning sun enlightening your eyes,
Jungkook ran back yesterday night after encountering that yes, the air is much colder after having been in the water
With a shower you were to tired to take, he had gone to sleep after you,
As planned, waking up with your backs turned to each other
You wish, at least
"Shit" you curse under your breath, rubbing your tired eyes once meeting with that tired face of his,
Still shirtless, in grey shorts,
Thick, morning boner full on display,
His soft sleeping sounds reminding you not to be creepy, however, you couldn't help but analyze the features on his pretty face,
Round, big nose, straight dark eyebrows, beautiful brown doe eyes that are kissed closed by sleep, tiny moles and to crown it, plump little lips with the most sexiest of Piercings,
"Done now?" He smirks, opening his eyes afterwards
You scoff, immediately getting up from the bed,
"Wasn't looking" you mumble, walking into the bathroom,
"At least admit it. I also admitted to staring at your tits yesterday" he groans playfully, tossing around once more
"Creep" you Laugh, throwing a towel from the bathroom on his face,
The laughter gets echoed right back to you, alongside the words
"They look great, what can a man do"
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The beach is one of the most peaceful places on earth,
At least it used to be,
Not anymore for Jungkook, who had watched his best friends back get massaged and coated in sunscreen by no other than Hoseok,
The guy who's been talking about how hot she is,
The one constantly looking at your body like its on display for purchase,
It had especially become a place of Chaos when he felt his hands itch to replace his, to feel your body under his hands and be the one making you moan out of satisfaction
It was a place of peace,
Before you and Hoseok watched your best friend , Jungkook, go and make out with some girl you played volleyball with mere hours ago
Shamelessly, he walked over as she sat there alone, whispering sweet nothings into her ear while she giggled, stroking his arm and tugging on it
The look he gave her, licking at his lips while staring down her very exposed chest,
The little black swimsuit doing nothing to cover her full breasts,
And when he kissed her, pulling her in by the neck before crashing their lips together,
You just looked at Hoseok who's mouth was hung wide open,
"Oh don't mind him that's normal" you stroke his shoulder, laughing softly as his wide eyes shift from the show to your own, neutral ones
Jungkook wasn't one to stop because of a new location,
If anything, he likes the thrill of a new type of girl
"Is it though? Does he even know her name?" Hoseok exclaims, pointing at them
"His hand oh my god jungkook what the fuck" he says again, slapping his hand over his mouth dramatically
You giggle again, laying back down to resume your tanning sesh, this time, ass facing upwards,
"She probably told him but i bet he forgot. Ignore it really"
So he listens, ripping his eyes away from the scene to get back to his book
Jungkook continues to seduce the girl in his arms, while trying his best not to remain eye contact with your ass so perfectly in line of sight
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Later that night, after Hoseoks fifth drink, the situation gets brought up again,
And again, and again
A rather quiet yoongi even joining in to praise Jungkook of his womanizer charms,
It doesn't bother you,
Does it?
"Why did you go up here so early?" He asks when shutting the door of your shared room,
You shrug, unable to explain it yourself
Now standing in front of each other, a couple meters away, he chuckles,
"Jealous?"
one simple word,
You shake your head, "why would i be? If you wanna bang someone you dont even know that's on you kook"
Admittedly that came out a lot more bitter than intented,
"Oh come on like you don't wanna sleep with Hobi?" sternly, he scoffs, stepping closer to you,
"No? And if i did what's that to do with you?" replying a bit harsher in tone than anticipated once more, he grins clearly amused at your growing frustration
The air gets heavy with his silence, sounds of his steps approaching you making up for the loss of conversation,
"Because it makes me mad, bunny" he begins, assertively looking into your wake eyes,
Followed by sighs as he´s looking down briefly,
"That he meets you for two days and gets to have a chance with you, while I've been lusting after you like a bitch in heat"
The words get stolen out of your head and tongue, unable to register a reply that's thought out,
"I didn't sleep with her. I didn't want to either" his voice is moving your thoughts around into incoherent messages, syllable by syllable
"Every time we play this little back and forth, god i just want to take you then and there" you swear his tone dropped a lot lower, gentleness remaining in the way he speaks his truth,
spilling out like a curse
It´s too late to hold back, too much has been said for him to chicken out now,
Trying to hide his sweating palms beneath the mask of cockiness, a smug smile making up for the roraring noise inside his mind,
Why did I say that?
You're smiling too at this point, whether out of shock or liking,
You have to admit, it feels good, being wanted
Wanted by someone you want just as much
"I'm sorry for being so pushy, just, tell me to stop" he whispers, hands finding your waist as he pulls you in,
Closeness isn't enough to describe the position, your chest pressed against his upper stomach, your hands around his back while his grip stays on your waist,
His hot breath faning over the skin on your face, tingling along the flowers of desirs he left to bloom with the passion in his eyes,
The spell breaks once your eyes meet his,
"Stop this- this is stupid" you groan, pushing his warm body away from yours,
He scrambles, surprised, his hands still resting on your waist, caressing up and down slowly,
There´s a decent amount of distance between your bodies, his touch shifting from possessive sexuality to warmth and security
Feeling your smooth skin under the roughness of his hands makes him feel calmer, knowing that it also makes you feel comfortable
"Why stupid?" He breathes out, nervously biting at his lip while his kind eyes scan over your features, landing on the look in your wide, shining eyes
Nervousness
You sigh, combing through the strands of your own hair,
How are you supposed to tell him that you want him,
Want him for more than once,
To be more than a checkmark on his list
"Just- look" you stop, placing your hands on his shoulder, his own ones stroking your waist reassuringly,
almost as in saying to keep talking to him
You're safe with him, he'll always catch you,
Like a best friend should
A storm of worry anxiety and all sorts of horny feelings engulf you, racing through the corridors of your open mind,
He listens patiently,
"I don't want to be a quick fuck and then we never speak of it again"
Visibly, he cringes, nose scrunching up while he shakes his head,
"What the fuck? Did you think that's what this is?"
Slender fingers grip the curve of your waist tighter, his face leaning closer to yours, tilted in confusion
He isn´t angry however, the sound of his voice being coated by gentleness and worry, maybe even frustration that lingers,
Contrasting the harshness of the spoken words on their own
"Well, that´s what you do isn´t it jeon? You- you sleep with them once. just, one time"
Struck by your words his face softens, his eyes grow wider at the realisation of the uncertain boundaries,
It´s true, that is what he does, but it isn´t what he wants with you, it hasn´t even crossed his mind
Instead, Jungkook's mind has become a place of hustle, a melting pot of desire and desperation,
For one, to hold you close, feel, touch, kiss every inch of your vanilla scented skin,
For two, to explain just how much more you are than a simple number,
A hookup,
"That's.. different. You're my best friend" he breathes out, looking over your delicate features,
"That is why we can't kook" you say, furrowing your brows,
"But i want you, look no i- bunny i really really need you, i know you want me too"
Silence, not the response he expected,
"Right?" he asks again, hoping for reciprocation
You bite back a small smile,
"I want you kook"
A faint blush spreads across his cheeks, nonetheless, he couldn't care less about how whiny or desperate he sounds,
Letting your thumb graze his cheek, your eyes wander to his lips,
"Just kiss me y/n, please bunny" he whispers,
"But what after? " you whisper back, anxiously recieving the butterflies in your stomach that flutter down your thighs
Your chest borderline bursting from the pounding of your heart, barely able to confine to the restrains of your body, threatening to break out
He senses it, moving his fingers up and down your waist once again,
"Friends with benefits? I want you, in every way possible physically and as my best friend. But god i can't stand another second pretending to just be joking when all i want is to make you feel good" he rambles, the moonlight slipping beneath the curtains to illuminate his already angelic face, painting his sincere expression in the most vulnerable of lights
"I'm scared" small, faint traces of sincerity hold together the half truth,
You're not just scared, you're petrified, horrified at what the future of this new version, this "us" could possibly hold,
Which doors will close,
He nods, cupping your face in both his hands,
"Me too, but we won't change. I promise bunny"
It doesn't take any more words to make yourself surrender,
Leaning into your own desires, into his trust,
He kisses you, kisses you like he's been waiting to for an eternal time,
Jungkook feels like home,
Like a cinnamon scented candle in a cold November night,
Like the stars that make your night brighten when you spend it crying,
He kisses with feeling that reminds you of your favorite tunes,
There's so much to him, so much to savor,
So you do, you do just that as you return the kiss with the same passion, intensity lingering between your lips,
His large palm wandering to the back of your head, pulling you in deeper while soft groans escape his lips muffled,
Your tongue licks at his lips, begging for more, he grins,
"kiss so good bunny, can't get enough" his praise going straight to your underwear, soaking the white lace in your fluids,
It's new to him aswell, although acurring naturally to him, like a habit, it's strange to hear himself sweet talk someone during sex,
To feel the urge to praise them, worship them,
He figures the intimate connection of being best friends is what refrains him from sticking to his usual antics, to consumed by your positive reaction to waste another thought on what may be the reason
You moan into the kiss, sweet, soft sounds filling his ears with excitment
Like a perfect storm his hand wanders down to your hip,
"Jump sweetheart" mumbling the words into the kiss didn´t change your response, immediately jumping to be caught by the thighs, automatically wrapping them around his defined waistline, snaking him close
His hands move to cup your ass under the flowy dress, squeezing while expressing about how good it feels to have your warmth spread on his,
He's intertwined with you, sewn together by the curse of greed and lust, eagerly growing as he feeds into it, pushing your body back on the bed,
His kisses haven´t stopped until now, your hand sneaking up into his shirt, small fingers delicately tracing the hardness of his abs,
"You're so fucking Hot kook" you smile into the kiss, pulling away shortly to take a peak at his swollen lips
He giggles, taking his fingers to trace the skin on your neck "oh really bunny? Like you haven't been torturing me with your skimpy lounge shorts at home?"
"Was waiting for you to man up and fuck me like one too"
Your boldness doesn't faze him, used to your confidence and the way you would deliciously drive him crazy,
Like a siren, luring him to break all his codes, only for a taste of your sweetness
Things move quickly, first his shirt gets long forgotten, discarded and abandoned somewhere in the room where your dress meets him in a matter of seconds,
"Let see how long you can keep up this bratiness" he winks, latching back on to your lips
His lips, his hands, his groans and moans reaching everywhere, they suck, lick, kiss, squeeze and caress wherever they can,
Tugging your nipples with his teeth, groping the other one up in the meantime,
You're a mess, whining and moaning, it's becoming harder not to beg and cry out for him
Abandoning your pride somwhere along the way, your fingers tug at his hair once his lips have kissed down your stomach,
"Kook please" you whine, meeting his proud eyes with your pathetic, needy one
"Such a mess, no trace of that brat left in you is there?" he says, taking your chin into his hand while showing off his satisfied smirk,
"A good little slut hm?"
The humiliation doesn't feel good, it's making you shiver with guilt and shame,
Having heard it so often from his mouth doesn't take away the sting of it,
Being grouped in as just another slut, just another girl that he got inside his bed
Sex like this, casual and nasty as it is, has never been easy for a woman as it is for a man,
While kook gets called a sexy Player for sleeping with the entire college, the girls who engage are the ones labled sluts
Determined not to ruin the moment, you blink away the feeling of disgust that rises from a pit somewhere inside,
Betrayed by the small, really, barely noticable crack of your voice when you speak,
"Yeah" is all you say, swallowing a ragged breath afterwards,
His eyes glance to yours apologetically, immediately removing his hand from your chin and using it to stroke your cheek while pulling himself up to you,
His open mouthed, warm kisses flutter all the way from your shoulder up your neck,
Low, husky vocals reaching your ears,
" m'Sorry bunny.. should have checked first" he pauses, placing a kiss to your lips carefully
"Want to stop?" he whispers, making you shake your head in return
With a last kiss to the forhead, he moves himself back to be eye Level with your hip
"S'okay bunny.. doing so good for me, can i touch you here baby?" While encouraging you, the dominance never leaves his hold,
his fingertips and kisses dance across your thighs to the waistband of the soaked panties
You nod frantically, loosing yourself in the feeling of your fingertips wrapping around his locks repeatedly,
He smiles, pulling your drenched underwear down to your ankles where he places a kiss before coming back up, tapping your knees to spread for him
He bites his lip at the sight of your glistening heat,
placing his hands under your thighs while begining to softly lick across your cunt, moving slow and torturous with each lick of his tongue between your folds,
Teasing your entrance, pushing in ever so slightly before lapping back up to suck on your clit,
"Taste so good , so sweet" he grunts on your skin, listening intently to each and every little whimper and moan, every tug on his strands pushing him to keep pleasing you,
"Gonna cum soon jungkook" thighs trembling, hands tightening he can feel you clench up,
His skilled tongue pushes you over the edge once he begins focusing on your clit,
With a groan from his side, he kisses your cunt, embracing you while you moan, enticed with your high seconds earlier,
His arms wrap around your waist, a hand finding its way to push strands of hair away from your face
When you eyes open, you're a blushing mess, kissing his lips swiftly to pull him in again,
More, you want him more,
He grins into the kiss, guiding your smaller hands to his waistband,
"Want you to take this off bunny" he mumbles,
In compliance, your hands slide the sweatpants off his body, pulling his black boxers down with,
You're practically drooling at the sight of his thick length, fully erect and blessed with a pretty pink tip,
He hums, guiding your hand to wrap around it, your thumb swiping across the tip, making him moan in return
" so big.. n you sound so good" you say, eyes locked on his body, your hand wrapped around him, abs glazed with sweat and his tattoos full on display on the muscles of his arms,
He moans softly, pulling you to straddle him, his big eyes focused on you, every part bare to him, every trace of your soft skin sticking to his,
He groans louder, head falling back once he feels the warmth of your slippery cunt coat his dick
A scene he had masturbated to more time he can recall,
nothing could compare to feeling your slick run along his shaft, to see your perky tits squeezed up in front of him,
You're long gone with all sanity, kissing and licking up his neck to elicit his pretty sounds, now from inside the room instead from outside the walls,
He massages the flesh on your hips, softly grinding you on him while you busy yourself with his neck,
The tip of his stiff cock perfectly hitting your clit with every roll of your hips
"Please kook, i need you" you whine, arms swung behind his neck, your wet, needy heat pressed firm against his hard cock,
He bites his lips, taking your cheek in his hand with a look so alluring you can't stand another second longer without him inside you
"So eager bunny, so so needy aren't we?" He smiles before pulling your face up to his, chasing after your soft lips
You moan, nodding slightly in response
While his lips kiss away at yours, his palms wander down your waist, holding your smaller form pressed onto his,
Without so much as an effort, you're lifted softly, laid on your back while he towers over you,
"Gonna take me well won't you?" He teases, running his finger down your needy pussy, begging to be filled with him,
The tip of his dick twitches, precum already dripping out from the sight of your aching heat,
He humms, reaching for a condom
"Gonna take it well kook promise" your reply is close to a whisper, laid sprawled out on your back while he's in front of you, wrapping the condom over his desperate cock,
Aching as much as you, he slaps his dick against your clit a few times,
"Be good, yeah?" he says, running his tip along your folds,
It's impossible to muster up any reply, only pathetic pleas and whines leave your lips, quivering, eyes half lidded
That doesn´t satisfy him enough, needing to hear you
"Words baby, come on, you can do it pretty" he repeats, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb,
you take his thumb into to your mouth briefly as a way to make space for time,
"Gonna be good" you whimper, stroking his stomach with your fingers
"That´s right bunny, good girl" he cooes, running his hand down your body until it rests on your inner thigh, his cock lining up with your entrance
"so tight oh god" he says, pushing his length into you inch by inch,
Filling you to him, molding you to his form,
"So deep- nhh" you're pleading, whining, almost involuntary your back is arching, craving for him to reach every crevice of your body,
As if it had been wating for him to enter, to be welcomed
"Mhmmm bunny, look at you, taking me so well" he mutters, slowly thrusting into you, with each push of his hips,
Of his strong from meeting your fragile, equally vulnerable state,
A loud whimper escapes your lips,
"Sound so pretty, prettiest girl look at you baby" he hums, one of his veiny hands reaching to squeeze your breasts, he tugs at your nipple, earning a loud moan from you
His tongue darts out to swipe across his lips, grunting, eyebrows furrowed in concentration,
then, hips angle, hands pushing into your own soft ones, pulling him in deeper,
"You feel so good kook! So mh- so full" you stutter out, eyes rolling into the back of your head
He's on top of you, but he's everywhere,
His scent lingering on your skin, in your senses, his voice and the way he groans engraved into your memory, addicting you to him,
His hands and lips claiming each and every spot as his, you belong to him now,
"You're so pretty, fuck so tight" he moans lowly, kissing you shortly after,
You know it now, the final part of him
Once his small moans pick up in sync with the pace of his powerful thrusts,
You can't help but sing along,
Singing his name like it was the most beautifully composed melody known to you, the only thing on your mind
Him,
His kisses
His cock
His fucking face
Over and over the melody leaves your lips,
"Kook! Kook!Kook!"
A song familiar to you, one you heard countless of times slipping through your paper thin walls,
Only now you are the one singing it.
"Thats it bunny, sound so good" he groans into your shoulder, savoring every inch of your skin he can kiss while thrusting his hips into you,
You tighten around him, feeling the knot in your stomach close to snapping,
"Mhh fuck baby gonna come for me?" He asks, licking along your ear, his hands still secured on your hips to hold you still as he pounds,
The flesh of your full hips turning white under his tight grip, but you don´t care,
It feels too good
"Yes kook gonna come" you gasp, the sensation of his finger rubbing small circles along your puffy, swollen clit overwhelming you,
"Come for me, pretty, doing so fucking good"
The knot in your stomach snaps, shaking through your system loudly, wrecking beneath him with a loud moan that seems so strange coming from your voice,
Uterlly submitted to him, your hands digging into the skin of his shoulder, leaving a trace of evidence that you painted him,
Stained him with your body,
With your wholeness.
He knew too, that he'd be addicted now
"Good girl that's it baby, came so well- fuck" his voice rings softly in your ear,
His head lifting from your shoulder,
Once his drained eyes meet your face,
So flushed out, pink and sweaty, pleasure coating your skin in the most darling ways,
He's never seen someone so flawlessly beautiful,
Hard, slow thrusts follow your orgasm, allowing you to enjoy it to the very last drop of your essence that has dripped on to him,
Also allowing him to reach his own high, overtaken by your beauty, by the way you feel colliding with his body,
"Gonna come bunny, feel so perfect ´round my cock" he grunts, leaning his face down to press a hasty kiss on your swollen lips,
Eyes closing, the time stops for him,
Stops for the feel of his lips moving against yours,
For the sounds that are trapped below the kiss,
And that's when he releases too,
Moaning a loud, deep moan into your lips, his hips halting inside you as he´s practically collapsing on top of your frame
The sounds of your breath panting onto each others face comforting you from the intensity
"Did you.. feel good too?" you pant, moving your nails along his back,
He places a small kiss on your cheek, "You´re perfect bunny, don´t worry" he says with averted eyes, barely able to be kept open well into the night
Shielding you from his smile, from the one placed on your face as well,
So close to yours,
Beneath the tilt of his head, creeping closer while focused on your lips,
There lies something much deeper, bubbling inside your entirety
Once his soft lips lock on yours, his smile slight but you feel it, feel it through the soft motions,
Once you realize he's stroking your hair, fingers tangling through your messy strands,
Even the pounding of your heart doesn't seem to matter anymore.
"Let me get you cleaned bunny" he mumbles against your lips before getting up for a warm towel.
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I don’t know if you’re still taking obx requests (if you’re not feel free to ignore this) but maybe you could write about JJ dating the girliest girl on the island and all the pouges are like HER? And he’s so proud like yeah that’s my girl
𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓.
this request was too cute not to do! i don’t know if this is the direction you were looking for but i think it came out adorable! i hope you like it <3
pairing(s): jj maybank x fem!reader
summary: in which jj bags the girliest girl on the island— but what can he say? opposites attract.
The minute JJ saw you , he knew he had to have you. You made his eyes glimmer the moment they laid upon you— with half of your hair pulled back in a pretty pink claw clip , a pretty white sundress on as you laughed sweetly with your friends , nails done and makeup complimenting your features so well.
You were quite literally , breathtaking , in his eyes and although you weren’t the usual low maintenance , tom–boyish type of girl he was used to , it had only made him more attracted to you.
At first he didn’t know how to approach you. He never had problems in the girl department before. Being so confident and charismatic , talking a girl up was a slice of cake to him. But when it came to you , you just seemed so nice and warm. He was afraid that he wouldn’t meet your standards , that maybe you deserved someone better than him. The difference in aesthetics were clear— him with his years old shorts and plain tee while you sported that white sundress that was so elegantly simple.
He sipped on his beer slowly watching you from across the Boneyard , trying to get a good feel of your personality. From what he could see , you seemed nice. You talked to almost everyone and seemed genuinely interested in each convention. He knew you weren’t a Pogue but you didn’t give Kook vibes either. JJ was just about to give it all up and walk away , until Pope walked over to you and gave you a hug– which you had excitedly returned.
JJ watched the two of you converse for a bit wondering if he should wait and ask Pope about you or just go up mid–conversation and introduce himself. . . The conversation wasn’t long enough for him to interrupt though , because by the time he got his thoughts together Pope was already walking towards him.
“What’re you staring at me for?” Pope shoved his shoulder playfully , filling up his cup at the keg JJ was standing next to.
JJ snorted. “You wish I was staring at you. I was looking at her— who is that?” He nodded in your direction.
“That’s Y/N and she’s not your type.” Pope snorted , rolling his eyes at the glint JJ’s face held– he knew that face all too well.
JJ huffed. “And why not? She’s a pretty girl. I like those.”
“Pretty and girly , JJ. She’s emotional and likes all that romantic bullshit you hate. You’d hate it.” Pope pointed out , reminding JJ of the millions of girlfriends he had but soon discarded because he couldn’t keep an emotional connection to save his life. Let alone know how to romance a girl.
JJ gave Pope and offended expression , scoffing. “I can be romantic , Pope.”
“One time you gave a girl a bag of dirt for Valentines Day.” Pope deadpanned.
“Bitch , I was literally ten!” JJ defended. “And it’s the thought that counts. I picked out all the bugs.”
Pope stared at JJ for a second , giving him a knowing look making JJ sigh deeply. “Whatever! I don’t care what you say. I’m in love!” JJ oogled in your direction , a hand over his heart.
Pope patted JJ on the back and shook his head. “I’m sure you are , buddy. I’m sure you are.”
With that Pope walked away to find his other friends , leaving JJ to huff on his own.
“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” JJ muttered , finishing off his drink. Sure he acknowledged you weren’t his ‘usual’ type— but hey! How’s that saying go? Opposites attract!
Downing the rest of his drink , JJ shook his body to release his nerves. You were finally alone , sitting next to the fire while your friends played beer pong a few feet away from you. Taking this as his time to shine , he strolled over to you with sweaty palms. He felt like a teenage boy having his first crush all over again! All sweaty and nervous. He really did think you were the prettiest girl ever , and he had to talk to you.
“Uh– want some company?” JJ asked lowly , hoping you’d still be able to hear him. He didn’t want to scare you or seem to pushy , so he made sure not to tower over you and keep a good distance away.
Your eyes looked away from the fire and up at him , your cheeks burning red. He was cute. A messy head of blonde hair with small dimples barely noticeable when he smiled. You could feel his nervousness and it made you giggle a bit , excitement in your tummy swirling at the thought of such a cute boy wanting to talk to you. “Sure.” You accepted , moving over for him to sit next to you.
“I—um. . . I like your dress.” JJ said as he sat down , cringing at how awkward he sounded.
You grinned at his compliment. “Thank you. I like your shirt.” You returned the compliment , although the shirt wasn’t to interesting , the person wearing it made it look good.
“Nah this thing’s old.” JJ brushed off.
“Well I don’t know how old this thing is but I bought it at a thrift shop not too long ago.” You shrugged , bumping his shoulder. “I’m Y/N.”
Feeling more comfortable with making conversation , JJ looked at you smiling. “JJ.”
“You’re Pope’s friend!” You remembered Pope bringing up someone named JJ before in distant conversations. Though he was always ranting about the boy , seeming exasperated every time.
“The one and only.” JJ said proudly. “So that means he talks about me— how sweet.” He cooed.
You chuckled. “Only about how you never stop forcing him to leave work early.”
“What kind’ve friend would I be if I just let him work his little self out like that!” JJ defended.
“Point proven.” You nodded , laughing with him. He seemed easy to talk to , even with just a few exchanges of words to eachother. His aura seemed sweet , something that you noticed. “So Pope wasn’t there to keep you company?” You teased.
JJ cheeks blushed slightly , scratching the back of his neck. “No actually , I–uh , I saw you earlier and I think you’re like really pretty and I really wanted to talk to you.” He admitted , hoping to see if you’d be interested in— well anything.
It was your turn to blush. A sweet smile on your face as you tucked a piece of hair away from your face. “You think so?”
“The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” He vowed with one hand up in the air. “Scout’s honor.” JJ added.
“Well I think you’re really pretty , too.” You grinned , copying his actions. “Scout’s honor.”
The rest of the night flowed easily between you two. The two of you talked about anything and everything getting to know eachother , seeing what you had in common and what you didn’t. You weren’t much of an outdoorsy person , and loved everything bright and cheerful. JJ seemed to be quite the opposite but he was interested in what you liked , and you seemed to have an open mind about the things he did , as well.
The night ended and your friends called you over telling you it was time to leave , but you put your number in JJ’s phone telling him to call you.
And you didn’t get too far before he dialed that number right up , making sure he had it before you left.
Things had ended up well betwen you and JJ. He had taken you out on dates. Some being what he wanted to do , some of you forcing him to go thrift shopping with you and give him a fashion show. He had researched every romantic comedy , every romance novel to give you the most that you deserved because he started to really like you.
He loved everything about you , how girly you were , how your nails were always done and your hair always fixed. You had such passion for so many things and it shined through you , and it showed inside and out.
JJ fell for you quickly , asking you to be his girlfriend on the seventh date. He planned everything all by himself. A beach picnic at night with pretty little candles and lights. ( All things he had thrifted , knowing it’d make your heart happy. )
He’d never forget how pretty you looked that night in your skirt , big eyes watching him in admiration as he asked you to be his girlfriend , getting all emotional and crying when he did.
But now that things were really serious , he wanted to introduce you to the Pogue’s— which he was excited about , but you were so nervous.
“Baby they’re gonna love you.” JJ promised as the two of you walked to the front door. “I told them they’re gonna love you and they have to listen to me and do what I say regardless.”
You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend. “It doesn’t work like that , JJ.”
“Well it does in my world.” He told you , wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing you close to him. He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you so they’ll love you because I do.”
Your heart melted and you always fell to your knees. “I love you , too.”
JJ kissed you one more time before opening the door. You could hear the chaos as soon as it opened , laughter and commotion. Your stomach was in knots as you walked in , wondering what his friends would think. You had seen Pope a couple times since being with JJ , but you hadn’t said anything out of respect for your boyfriend because you knew he wanted to be the one to tell them.
“Hey guys!” JJ said loud enough for them to look at him , their eyes immediately looking at you then back at him then the arm around your waist.
Kiara smirked , knowing that JJ always did have that soft spot he claimed never to have. Pope looked like a deer in headlights and John B was just confused.
“I want you to meet my girlfriend.” He put emphasis on girlfriend. “Who is extremely hot and girly and also extremely my type.” JJ said , looking at Pope.
You nudged JJ’s shoulder and smiled at them. “I’m Y/N.”
“No fucking way.” Pope said , obviously shocked.
“Aw! My little JJ is all grown up.” Kiara pretended to wipe a tear away. “You’re so cute— I’m Kiara.” She pushed past the two boys and tugged at your arm. “I’m excited to have another girl around , do you smoke? Let’s smoke a joint outside.”
JJ pulled you away from her. “Um , no. She doesn’t and her first time ain’t being with you!”
Kiara scoffed and pulled you back , standing in front of you protectively. “If she wants to she will.” She glared before turning back to you and pulling you towards the back yard. “You totally don’t have to.” She whispered in your ear making you laugh.
JJ smiled as he watched his bestfriend take to you and bring you outside. He was excited to have you around more and bring into his life in this way , the Pogue’s were a part of his world that he wanted you a part of.
“I gotta say JJ , I wasn’t expecting that.” John B clapped him on the shoulder.
“No kidding!” Pope scoffed. “I didn’t think he’d get past the first conversation.”
JJ crossed his arms and smirked , shrugging nonchalantly. “What can I say? Opposites attract.”
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PLEASE 🙏 paige x reader where they are in a situationship and reader is jealous
༉‧₊˚.*ೃ༄༊*·˚・゚゚・。 that should be me,,
paige bueckers x fem!reader
yeah, you definitely hated her. you didn’t know her, but you fucking hated her.
you sat across the table from paige, secretly stealing glances of her and some other girl you had never met before in your life. you can’t even recall anyone mentioning her before tonight, but apparently she was close enough friends with aubrey to be invited to her birthday dinner.
you didn’t like her at all. her jokes always missed and killed the vibe, she said random out-of-pocket things every five seconds, and she had this insanely high-pitched laugh. or maybe you didn’t like her because of the way she was touching paige’s arm.
either way, she was running your last nerve thin.
you had arrived to the restaurant with paige, your held hands being separated once you walked inside. you and paige had something going on and most of your friends knew, poking fun and teasing you every now and then. you both wanted to take it slow since both of your schedules were busy, but you definitely wouldn’t say either of you were single.
she was your situation.
you wanted to sit next to her at the table but the plans had quickly changed when this girl insisted on sitting there. you had been halfway into the seat when her hand landed firmly on your shoulder, shaking to get your attention.
that was the moment that started it you think. that and the flirtatious touches. you thought it was so obvious what she was trying to do, but apparently paige didn’t pick up any of the cues.
it was embarrassing for you and her. here you were with all your friends on aubrey’s birthday night, watching as another girl practically groped paige six feet into her seat. the worst part was paige never did or said anything along the lines of ‘stop.’
you have the thought that it should definitely be you sitting next to paige right now. it could’ve been you and it should’ve been you. she may not be your girlfriend, but she is your something. you wish you could hold her hand under the table instead of having to watch the insufferable sight of another girl touching her.
“is this your natural hair? it’s really pretty.”
your eye twitched watching the scene unfold, eyes tracking the girl’s finger as it twirled around a strand of paige’s hair.
“nah, not the color. the waves are all mine though,”
paige smiles, flicking her hair over her shoulder. the girl laughs again, the high-pitched squeal ringing in your ear. the crazy thing is, nothing paige said was even funny, the reason for the girl’s laughter had flown straight over your head. if she was close enough, you think you might reach across the table and drag her to the floor.
her peppy laugh. her wandering and lingering gaze. the unnecessary touches. the-
“can i give you my number? i’d really like to hangout sometime y’know?”
you couldn’t even bear to stay for paige’s answer, excusing yourself from the table. your chair squeaked loudly against the floor, grabbing the attention of anyone who hadn’t already noticed you.
the girl turns to paige, wide-eyed, “is she okay?”
your anger boils over at her remark, wishing for both of your sakes she’d just kept quiet. it was infuriating watching her turn to paige and talk about you, right in front of your own face.
“are you serious-”
“i think she just has to use the bathroom,” paige gives you a look, one that you can only decipher as ‘no.’ “and the bathrooms are that way.”
she points you in a direction, one that you allow yourself to blindly follow. you just needed to get away from that table, too irked by that girl to think straight. you kept telling yourself that she couldn’t ruin the night, aubrey’s big night for that matter.
you’re leaning against the bathroom sink when a knock sounds on the door. it makes you jump out of your thoughts, assuming it’s just some random person needing to take a piss.
“i’ll be out in a second!”
“hey, it’s me.” you’d recognize her voice in a crowd of hundreds, something so distinct about it. you can’t deny it makes your heart flutter knowing she chased after in a sense, showing that she does in fact care.
you unlock the door for her, letting her slip through the frame before sealing it off again. she locks it for you, never even taking her eyes off of you.
“what was that?!”
she’s whisper-shouting, getting closer to you. it shocks you, not expecting that reaction from her. you wished maybe she’d acknowledge what was actually happening at that table for the last half-hour, but of course she can’t.
“seriously? are you serious?”
“yeah i’m serious. you looked like you wanted to rip her head off the whole time.”
you roll your eyes, “oh spare me please. she’s insufferable.”
you don’t even care how much attitude you’re using to rebuttal her, more concerned with the fact that she’s defending the girl. did she know what she was doing? was it all on purpose?
“she’s nice,”
“yeah i’m sure she is.”
“what’s that supposed to mean?”
“i’m sure it is nice when she touches you like that.”
she blinks. once, twice, three times before speaking. she gets a smug grin on her face like it’s funny or something, watching the way your forehead creases from being downturned so long. she feels bad really, but it’s still amusing to see you like this.
“oh, that’s what this is about.”
“what- i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“you’re jealous.”
her hands find your waist, tugging you into her chest. after rolling your eyes into tomorrow you decide it’s not worth it to fight about it and she’s right anyway. you succumb to her affection, matching it equally when you wrap your arms around her stomach.
“can’t believe you’re jealous. it’s kinda hot.”
“whatever. tell her to stop eye-fucking you in the middle of the restaurant. it’s nasty.”
paige admires your honestly, realizing how strongly you both feel even though it’s nothing more than a situationship. she wants to ask you out but figures a restaurant family bathroom probably isn’t the best place.
“maybe i should be the one jealous. you’ve been so focused on her talking to me you didn’t realize i’ve been looking at you the whole time.”
you’re silent, head resting against her chest to hide embarrassment. the affect she has on you is insane and you both know that, a simple fact paige takes advantage of frequently. she feels your arms tighten around her and in response shifts your hips closer to her own. she never feels like you’re close enough.
she kisses the top of your head as you shift together in unison. she wishes she was brave enough to ask you out. it’s not like you’re going to say no.
as her own version of reassurance, paige pulls you into a kiss and waits until she feels you kissing back. it’s slow and sensual, both of you taking time to relish in the moment, as confusing as it may be. when you pull away, she finds solace in your body, resting her forehead against yours.
“yeah whatever. i’m going back to eat my dinner. but next time she touches you i’m flipping my shit if you don’t say something.”
“what am i supposed to say then, hm?”
“that you have a girlfriend.”
༉‧₊˚.*ೃ༄༊*·˚・゚゚・。
here’s this short lil fic because i felt bad for depriving yall 😔
but i love you guys and hope you enjoy 🤭🤭🤭
I HAVE NOT YET SPELL CHECKED!!!
also i’m so sorry for slacking on the requests you guys (this is an older one) i’m gonna try to work on some tomorrow!! (emily content 🤭)
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⋆ ˚。⋆౨ৎ˚ Bad Blood
♥ masterlist | request rules | based on this request
♥ pairing: franco colapinto x fem!driver!reader
♥ synopsis: tensions started rising in the williams garage when bad strategies pitted you and your teammate, franco against each other. after spotting him in a bar the night of a race the two of you bonded over your shared bad result.
♥ one-shot - wc: 1.6k
♥ as always none of the pictures are mine <3
♥ warnings: swearing, drinking, and vaguely suggestive !!!
♥ a/n: rivals to lovers + forced proximity, go nuts babe. btw there’s some salty team vibes so i just wanna say i love williams (except james) this is purely for the plot lol
“Plan B, Y/n. Plan B,” you engineer said on the radio of your car.
”Is Franco undercutting me?” you asked, shifting down into a corner.
“We think this is the best decision point-wise.”
“You’re joking.”
“Y/n stick to the strategy, you’ll get your time eventually.” they responded.
“No this is bullshit. What advantage are you giving him? He can’t chase down Kmag any better than I can—at least he doesn’t have the pace right now. I don’t see why you’re making him the priority.”
You reached the end of the main straight watching as your teammate exited the pit lane in front of you.
He was on hard tires, an extremely odd choice for the end of this race. You were trying to complete the last 20 laps on softs while your teammate tried to make up positions on the opposite compound. Wait why the fuck would they put him on those tires? If they were aiming for an undercut, they were certainly going to fail with this strategy.
You dove down into the apex and collided with Franco, who was turning in front of you. You both spun out into the gravel, ending your race.
It was always like this. Somehow you always found yourself competing against Franco no matter where you went.
“Fuck,” you yelled on the radio as you threw your HANS device outside of the car.
“Are you okay?” your engineer questioned.
“Yup, yeah I’m fine.” you responded.
The Williams team could hear faint breathing from Franco.
“Is she ok?” he asked.
“Yes, are you?”
“Yeah, I am.”
-
You scrolled through your phone in your driver's room, coming across a couple of posts about the situation.
@fcswife “is she okay?” FRANCO THE MAN THAT YOU ARE 😭❤️
@charlesgf16 she really has zero respect for franco huh?
@francodefender1 how could anyone hate him? 😩
You rolled your eyes and clicked off the device, throwing it onto a different cushion on the couch. You were going to need a drink.
-
Later that night you retreated to a bar you were unfamiliar with. A couple of F2 drivers in your circle mentioned it in passing and considering you couldn't fluently speak the language of the country you were visiting, you hoped to run into a few people you knew.
The room was dark, loud, and packed. You could hear music playing over the sound of dozens of drunk voices. You pushed your way through the crowd of people towards the front of the bar in order to get a drink.
You spotted a familiar face when you arrived. To your dismay it was the only person you wished not to talk to at that moment. His brown curls were immediately identifiable and if that wasn't enough, the fluorescent lighting illuminated his face, drawing your eyes towards the small mole on his cheek.
You looked around for a place to avoid him, but all the booths were taken and the only open bar stool was the one next to Franco.
Because of course it was.
You sighed and took the seat next to him, trying your hardest to avoid eye contact.
"A bottle of Dom Perignon please," you asked, causing Franco to snort.
“What?” you shifted your gaze towards him.
“Champagne is for winners,” he said, looking you straight in the eye.
It wasn’t like he was incorrect. Champagne was for the podium—but you had a long day and it was time to treat yourself. Regardless, you rolled your eyes at the man’s comment.
Franco waved over the bartender to get a glass and help himself to the bottle of alcohol.
“You can venmo me,” you said only half joking as he poured himself some champagne.
A small tv in the corner of the bar had a replay of the race and press.
”There were a lot of emotions definitely, uhm I think the decisions tire wise for the strategy weren’t great. It’s frustrating to see the prioritization of your teammate but I guess I have no input on whether that goes to me or Franco each race. We had a rough week overall as a team but I hope we can bounce back.”
“As much as I hate to agree with you… you were right. Both our strategies were fucked.” he said referencing your post race interview, “They screwed us both.”
The two of you never really got along, but at least neither blamed each other for the crash. It was just a racing incident and it didn’t have to prevent you from finally having a civil conversation with Franco.
“To screwing us both,” you smiled while raising your glass of champagne, eliciting a chuckle out of him.
He clinked his cup to yours with a smirk and took a small sip.
From that point on your distaste for him slowly started to die down and you began to have a mutual understanding.
-
The next race went over far smoother than the last. Franco ended up in P5 with you right behind him in P6; an incredible result for the two of you and the team.
You jumped out of your car and strolled your way over to his. The camera picked up on you patting his helmet and mumbling something.
Of course this was going to be all your media feed would show for the next few days.
-
That night you found yourself at a far more tame pub than the last.
“From the gentleman across the bar,” a server said, causing you to look up from your phone and towards the direction he was pointing.
Franco was leaning against the counter with a grin. He raised his eyebrows quickly and waved.
You took a sip of the cold blue drink in front of you and waved back. His eyes stayed locked on you as you pulled out your phone and unblocked a number.
You
is there red bull in this?
+1800******
yea
You got a text back immediately, prompting you to change the contact name.
You
i think that’s a sin
Franco
oh?
You
yea if i can’t drive it i shouldn’t be drinking it
Franco
i guess it’s too bad williams doesn’t make energy drinks
You
come sit with me
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Tensions were still high on track between the two of you but the minute race weekend was over it was like someone flipped a switch.
A few weeks flew by and people started to notice your behavior towards Franco. By now there were probably dozens of pictures of you looking very cozy together at parties, but not getting along at the circuits or simply ignoring each other in the paddock.
Of course people were getting suspicious. Maybe this was a ruse to keep your relationship a secret? Maybe it was all staged for Netflix. Or maybe—you two didn’t really know what you were.
-
“Che,” a voice called out to you in spanish, instantly grabbing your attention.
You spotted Franco in a booth at the back of the club. It was far darker in that corner, but with the flashing lights and loud music you were glad he picked a more secluded area.
The building was full with the familiar faces of drivers and team members.
”Look at you,” he said, impressed.
You laughed and did a small spin, showing off your dress. You knew he’d liked it and by the memory you had earlier this evening, it seemed as though a lot of people would.
”Another date with Franco, huh?” Kika smirked while putting on some dangly earrings.
“It’s not a date,” you protested.
She spun her body around to face you.
“This,” she gestured to your outfit. “Is for a date.”
You slid into the booth next to him, setting your black clutch purse beside you.
Franco’s hand firmly grabbed your thigh to steady himself as he shifted closer towards you. Your eyes darted down to the action but he didn’t seem to notice. His grip loosened as he settled and he started rubbing small circles with the pad of his thumb.
A small hum escaped your lips, barely audible over the music and voices, but there was no way in hell your soft noises wouldn’t catch his attention.
”¿Esto está bien?” (is this ok?) he asked in a whisper, causing you to only nod.
His face moved closer to yours, and you wasted no time cupping his cheeks in your hands, and connecting your lips.
You melted into the kiss knowing damn well you daydreamed about this an embarrassing amount.
His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, tasting the gloss you applied earlier. You opened your mouth to allow him entrance and he dragged his fingertips further up the inside of your thigh.
Franco moved down to your neck leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses. His index and middle fingers brushed the lace of your lingerie, causing him to smirk against you.
“Stand up,” he demanded. He slipped out of the booth and pulled you onto your feet. You grabbed your clutch as he guided you through the crowd, hand-in-hand.
He opened the chiming door and the two of you stepped onto the wet cobblestone. Your heels clicked on the ground as he guided you to his car in the rain.
He pulled open the passenger seat door for you.
“Wow, we weren’t even in there a couple of minutes,” you stated.
“I think we’ve had enough time to talk… quiero llevarte a casa…” (i want to take you home) he leaned down and mumbled to you.
“O en este caso mi hotel,” (or in this case my hotel) “unless you’d rather go back inside..” he trailed off.
You shook your head in protest to his last works and a light chuckle slipped through his lips.
”Alright then,” he smirked, getting into the drivers seat.
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