#♡ ‣ ❝ interaction / short. › This ride that takes me through life

[blanketwolfie]

hiii, could you do CG Ballister from Nimona headcanons? (movie!) if not that's okay!! thanks 🥰

CG! Ballister Boldheart (From Netflix series: Nimona) hcs! ✎ᝰ

requests are open ! ◛⑅

➜ gender neutral reader, no pronouns used, agere / age regression, sfw only, platonic interactions between reader and ballister, romantic interactions between ambrosius and ballister, two fathers, night owl reader, not proofread

img cred to littlestdoe on insta 🧸

🧸 calls you his little monster, little adventurer, knight, his savior, his hero ♡

"ah! you saved me! my hero!" he'll proclaim dramatically with a soft chuckle

🍪 makes little origami crowns just for you to play pretend with. he has a very creative mind when it comes to story time or just simple playtime! you're his little princess/prince he's been tasked to protect and take care of. he'll give you piggyback rides and pretend to be your royal steed

maybe you two are both knights wandering around the village to help the folk (your plushies). maybe you've been set on an adventure to retrieve a mythical amulet? theres plenty of stories to go off of and it always ends happily

⚔️ has little duels with you using sticks, blow up swords, pool noodles. "Nooo! you got me! blehh..." you have slain the dragon!

🧸 very soft spoken and kindhearted. he's just like that in general but he totally goes straight into caregiver mode the moment he reads the signs

🥧 i imagine him to have a bit of a sweettooth... so expect baked goods ! he adores raspberry flavoring but if you're allergic he'll be *super* careful and considerate toward your dietary restrictions

lifes too short so make it sweet!

☕️ he'll also make you hot cocoa with all the mix-ins! marshmallows, whipped cream, candy canes, cinnamon, spices, whatever tickles your fancy!

🍪 i see him preferring quiet nights with his little. cuddles are a must. he loves when his little reaches out to him just to play with his facial hair

hes always smiling when hes around you

⚔️ "is my little knight having a brooding session?" he'd quietly ask, taking a seat next to you just to brush away your tears and worries. he wants you to feel safe around him. he wouldn't be doing his job right if his baby didn't feel safe and comfortable, now would he?

🧸 takes you out at night just to stargaze or enjoy the comforting embrace of wilderness. he knows the best places. he'll hold your hand and take you through a field of fireflies or find a mini waterfall stream that illuminates. he'll whisper little stories to you, take you out on a night ride on his steed, or spend a warm night tucked in blankets with you

🥧 he's a busy guy so most times spent with him are on late nights. perfect for night owls

🍪 if he ever gets lucky enough to bring you into the castle, you bet there'll be a game of hide n seek or two. chases you down the never-ending hallways lined with glimmering white limestone and marble

Bonus Ballister + Ambrosius

🧸 cuddles with your dads 🤎

🍪 you'd set them up on a little pretend dinner date, you being the waiter of course. theres plenty of toy foods to go around! you're the best wingman he could ask for. you're in charge of this magical romantic date

set the table, prep the food,

they'd giggle as you serve them food, Ambrosius fluffing up your hair. they couldn't be more proud of you

[abrcmswrld]

Can you give us some Calvin, and celebrity ( actor/model/singer, you can pick ) reader head-cannons ♡ ♡

Calvin Weir-Fields x Actor!Reader

Authors Note: My first request! Ah!! Thank you anon, I hope this isn’t too short. I think I’d like to keep this dynamic in mind for a possible longer fic in the future but for now enjoy some headcanons!

Warnings: Literally like one suggestive sentence, the rest is pretty fluffy with some typical Calvin jealousy

It takes Calvin a bit to adjust to dating an actor. I mean, you’re talented, he knows this. You’re actually made for this job, and he can’t help but notice how happy you look doing so. But he can’t seem to fight off that tingling in his stomach that comes with watching you interact with your male coworkers.

It’s a bad habit that’s carried on through past relationships and yet he thinks to himself ‘you have to give him credit for trying!’ He’s been a good boy. Hasn’t brought up how much he hates the way that your male coworker brushes your arm in that one scene.

It’s why he loves attending those red carpet events with you. Sure, it’s not an event to celebrate him, but it makes him feel just as good to have you dressed up and holding the bend of his elbow. It makes him feel such pride having the cameras capturing your beauty next to him. Ah yes that’s his partner. You come home to him at the end of the day and nobody else.

It fuels his fantasies in the bedroom. He waits till he has you totally bare and pressed close to him to growl out a quick “You’re mine.” You don’t mind, because yes, you’re all his. You knew he was a jealous person from the start, but you can tell he holds it in. It’s something you can appreciate. Of course it hasn’t always been that way.

You had brought Calvin to a special premiere of the latest movie you had worked on. It’s not a romance film by any means but there is a bit of love interest drama that involved a quick kiss scene between your character and your costar’s character. You hadn’t told Calvin about the kiss during the filming, because well, how do you even bring that sort of thing up. Would he even want to know? Maybe that one was on you.

The car ride home was quiet. You dread the worst, hell maybe he just didn’t enjoy the movie. As soon as you’re parked outside your shared apartment, you sigh. “Did you not enjoy the movie?” He only stares at you for a second. You cannot meet his eyes. “It was a fine movie. I just wish-“ He stops himself, giving himself a second to find the words he needs to use. “Why didn’t you tell me about the kiss?”

You’re picking at your cuticles and looking down. “I guess I just didn’t think it was a big deal. It’s just part of the job. When you’ve done it for long enough you learn to tune those things out.” You finally meet his eyes. “I’m your boyfriend. Don’t you think I deserve to know when you’re kissing other men at work?”

You’re stunned by his words as they hold a slight edge to them that is crossing the line. “Calvin, it’s my job. I’m sorry for not telling you and if it’ll make you feel better I will take that into consideration for the future, but you can’t be disrespectful.” You can see his eyes soften. It takes him a moment to respond, seemingly wrestling with an internal compass. He settles on a quiet whisper, “I’m sorry.”

You give him a reassuring smile before giving his lips a deep kiss. It leaves his eyelids heavier as he tries to lean in for more, only to stopped by your finger on his lips. “It’s okay. Let’s go inside, I’m starving.”

He secretly loves a couple of paparazzi experiences. Although you may loath them, they make him feel so incredibly special being seen out holding your hand and hugging you close. He also loves when he is asked about you and your inspirations on his writings in interviews. He could talk about you all day.

At the end of the day, Calvin has learned to embrace the talents each of you have and the life that you share with each other. He will always bring you flowers to your rare theater performance. You will always give him feedback on his rough drafts. He will always give you a smile and acknowledge your presence in the audience of his book readings.

In your collective world full of fame and fiction, you can always bask in the warm calm of Calvin’s arms wrapped around you as you sleep. It’s the one thing you can enjoy for yourselves without all of the eyes on you, and you’re so grateful for that feeling.

In your collective world full of fame and fiction, you can always bask in the warm calm of Calvin’s arms wrapped around you as you sleep. It’s the one thing you can enjoy for yourselves without all of the eyes on you, and you’re so grateful for that feeling.

In your collective world full of fame and fiction, you can always bask in the warm calm of Calvin’s arms wrapped around you as you sleep. It’s the one thing you can enjoy for yourselves without all of the eyes on you, and you’re so grateful for that feeling.

[vampyir2]

“Maybe we could leave here and no one would know.”

spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle. / back 2 good - matchbox twenty / @wahrsagung​

[hekill]

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[chou-de-chambers]

Change of Heart

Content rating: Explicit (NSFW) Tags: Yoru x Reader, Yoru x You, fem!reader, reader is a Valorant agent, ex-lovers, slight angst, alcohol consumption, mention of smoking, smut with feelings, unprotected sex (consensual), happy ending, no beta we die like cinematic Cypher Next entry for Kinktober 2022! This one is a gift for my friend slash Valorant duo (best duelist in APAC for me btw) who simps for hair-down Yoru ♡ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Colorful lights seeped through the thin gaps of the cabinet's door, painting beams on both you and Yoru's tense bodies. It was already late at night; everyone in the party was tipsy from drinking beer (outside of Brimstone's knowledge) and celebrating Phoenix's birthday. Lofi beats hummed through the speakers of the basement garage, enough to set the ambience without bothering the older agents upstairs from their slumber or whatever work they were still busy with. Everyone felt brave enough to dare each other to a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, its players decided through a round of Spin the Bottle. However, you knew yours was rigged, judging from the subtle puff of air you had observed from Jett's fingers as the bottle pointed over Yoru then you.

As much as you loved your best friend, you couldn't help but feel betrayed by how she intentionally partnered you with your ex out of all the people in the room. Jett knew you were trying your best to move on from your recent breakup, your constant worrying and Yoru's stubborn behavior not blending well, yet she still challenged your will by subjecting your bodies this close to each other. You sighed out of nervousness as you and Yoru waited for any signs of life outside, like they're intentionally giving you more than seven minutes of torture inside the dingy garage cabinet. Not like any of them knew history between the two of you- only Neon and Jett had knowledge about your secret of having dated the riftwalker.

There wasn't enough room for personal space. Your hands were pressed onto Yoru's chest, clad in a black leather jacket, its decorative spikes digging into your palms. His hands were pinned on your sides, enclosing you in him. You could feel the heat from both your breaths gathering, causing both of you to sweat profusely. Yoru gulped as your hands slightly moved, him getting threatened by the idea of you noticing his heartbeat pacing.

"Sorry," you whispered, "I just wish we had more room."

"Yeah," Yoru mumbled back, wanting to scratch the back of his neck.

"What's taking them so long, though?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "No idea."

Then silence. Your head remained shifted away as you tried to pick up any activity outside. But in truth, you're just trying to avoid meeting Yoru's gaze. You could feel how his eyes were glued onto you ever since you entered the room. In Yoru's defense, he was longing to take another chance on you. Longing for you. He knew it was his fault your relationship ended, what with him constantly putting you on the edge for every dumb thing he did and refusing to introduce you to his vulnerability. He didn't even want to come to this party until Phoenix begged, just to avoid bumping into you. To avoid the guilt from hurting you. To avoid the pitting hole from not having you.

His efforts to catch your attention though were easy to tell, starting from the way he dressed tonight. Yoru donned your favorite apparel for him, the leather jacket he used to wrap around you during evening bike rides. His hair was even fluffed down, knowing full well that you preferred him that way compared to his usual spiky hairdo. He even wore the necklace with the little hamster pendant you crafted in clay for him. Everything about the way he presented himself tonight screamed for you.

"Uh," Yoru cleared his throat in an attempt to fill the void, "You look cute."

Well that's awkward. "Um. Thanks," you muttered as you eyed the graphic crop top and dark denim shorts you're wearing. You changed the topic though, "I swear they're just messing with us at this point. I'm coming out-"

"Don't," Yoru huffed as he pushed his body even closer to you, "Stay here. With me."

You gulped as his face inched closer until your foreheads were touching. Your fists balled in an attempt to force him away, but he remained as sturdy as a tree. The only thing you managed to do was turn your head to the side, avoiding the possibility of your lips meeting each other. You knew it was bound to happen, Yoru appearing to be more confident given the compromised situation. You didn't sign up for this shit, regret flooding your thoughts from attending this stupid party. How is this gonna help you in any way? You swore Jett was out of her mind. And you made sure she'll pay for this.

You toughened up, your face still away from his, "I don't see the point in staying here with you any longer."

"You hate me that much?" he snickered, playing the role of a tough guy.

"I guess you could say that."

"Give me another chance."

Your eyes narrowed, now crossing with his, "What are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I mean."

"Ugh," you groaned in spite, "Your audacity, I swear. You haven't even apologized yet."

Your tone and volume amped higher, high enough for anyone outside to hear. Yoru didn't mean to start a fight from how he had trouble expressing himself. So he followed your advice, "I'm sorry, then."

"See?" you rolled your eyes in disbelief, completely dodging his attempt, "Like always. You had to wait for me to say it before you mean it."

"I'm shitty with social cues," he muttered with a crack in his voice, "You knew I had always been by myself until you came. You were my first."

"Doesn't excuse you from not listening."

"Please just-"

"Enough, Ryo," you answered firmly, the mention of his actual name hinting you're upset, "You're not helping me."

"Sorry." Yoru's sight fled down in shame. He took a few seconds to arrange his thoughts, giving you a moment for yourself, before pouring his feelings out, "But I'm serious: I really want to try again." His right hand fled to hold yours, squeezing it to where the beating of his heart was. Your ears perked from the emphasis in his tone. The riftwalker's voice was soft and enticing, "Just tell me what to do. I'll make it up to you."

Another cricket of silence. This time though, both of you were staring at each other, Yoru taking in this precious moment of being alone with you while you weighed how sincere he sounded. Before you had the chance to respond, the cabinet door swung open, putting you into flight mode and abruptly taking your hands off of him. Yoru did the same. Everyone cheered and teased from how both your faces were as red as a tomato, most of the girls giggling, including Jett who plastered a smirk while eyeing you. Engulfed by embarassment, you shot your best friend an irritated look and walked away.

"Ooh," everyone reacted, pressuring the left alone Yoru as he stepped out of the cabinet. Phoenix nudged him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, the smell of liquor radiating from his slurry speech, "So how'd it go, fam?"

"Screw you to shards, idiot," Yoru spat back, sinking on the couch as he reached for his bottle and swiftly downed what's left of his beer.

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Yoru's heel dug onto the spent cigarette butt, distinguishing its flame. He took a few seconds to stare into the starry night sky before coming back inside, hands inside the pockets of his jacket. He knew how much you liked the stars, so he often snuck you out of HQ to a special spot beyond the city with his motorcycle. The way your eyes glimmered were brighter than the twinkling of the stars. He couldn't get the grin out of his face from how your fingers pointed to the sky, pretending to touch each speck. And most of all, your wholehearted laughter that echoed throughout the woods. He tried. Maybe he's just not cut out for you. Maybe he's that unbearable to handle. Like a teenage son, he remembered you call him before you told him it's over. A disappointed sigh escaped his lips as he reminisced the little time he spent with you earlier. Defeated, his foot kicked the dust off the concrete floor.

To his surprise though, he found you outside his apartment door, wearing nothing but his oversized shirt you forgot to return. Your arms were hugging yourself, face flushed as you averted your gaze away from him. For a moment, he froze, itching to rub his eyes just to check if he was already wasted somewhere in HQ and dreaming, but the rapid beating of his heart confirmed that this right here is reality. Without warning, you were dragged inside his room as his lips crashed yours, your body pinned onto the other side of his locked door. His hands were quick to grab onto your ass, sliding down to your thighs, lifting you up so he could walk both of you to his dim bedroom. Yoru didn't stop wallowing in the passion of your kissing as he tossed both of you on the matress, sheets rustling from your hands hungrily exploring each other. Your tongues danced, tasting the same beer both of you had from earlier's party. Yoru was the first to pull away, peering over the silhouette the moonlight could draw from your pretty face.

"Are you drunk?"

You shook your head to deny it, your hands pulling his face onto yours. He gently brushed them off, "I still need an answer, you know."

You were too shy to admit it- even to yourself- that you still like him. That you still looked out for him despite promising yourself not to. You weren't drunk, but the beer somehow helped you become more honest with yourself. All you did was stare at his lips with your lidded eyes. He noticed, giving you a soft peck to satisfy your need, asking again, "Is this you giving me a second chance?"

You nodded. He gently smiled, something he rarely did, "Kawaii sugiru," and kissed you fiercely this time. This turn of events made it seem like a miracle. Yoru thought about finally thanking the gods for this. No questions asked; he'd grab this opportunity freely handed to him.

His lips remained on yours as he shook his jacket off of him, throwing it on the edge of his bed. You could feel his rough hands sliding up your body, his wrists lifting up your shirt to your chest, revealing your waist down. You bit your lip from how he grinded his bulge onto you, the friction from his denim pants rubbing between your legs. He whispered onto your ear, "Stop pretending like it's our first time doing this. You know you can let it out. Our rooms are soundproof, baka, " then his lips traced down the area underneath your jaw, one of your most sensitive spots, rewarding him with moans from you. His grinding onto your core sharpened, driving you crazier than you already are.

"Oh, Ryo-" you breathed out, gripping onto the back of his shirt.

"Fuck," he groaned through the curve of your neck before kneeling up. His beady eyes admired the tangled mess you became, his hands doing quick work on taking off his clothes. Yoru let out an exhale from the way your hands traced each one of his scars that adorned his torso- scars he earned from Shibuya gang fights in the past and some that developed from his riftwalking. He noticed the worry on your face once again, an expression he wouldn't want to gain at this kind of occasion, and attempted to distract you by pulling down your panties. He cursed in Japanese, thrilled from the sight of your wet sex and the image of his hard cock diving into it.

"And here I thought you weren't happy to see me," he smugly commented as the tips of his fingers grazed onto your wet folds.

You covered your face in embarassment with his pillow as you whined, "Ryo, stop..."

He chuckled, obviously winning from how you fed his ego with your reaction. The pillow on your face got quickly discarded and thrown on the floor. His other hand grasped your chin, averting your face towards his conquering figure and gifting you with a passionate kiss again. He loves the feeling of your soft lips on his. It's one thing he missed the most from you. You felt a calloused finger enter your craving hole, making you beg for a pause to moan. Yoru denied your plea by shoving his tongue into your open mouth and adding another finger pumping inside you. You whimpered from each thrust he did, your walls getting more slippery. Release felt so close. "Ryo, I'm close-"

Then Yoru pulled out, momentarily licking the sweetness of your juices on his fingers, then lifted you onto his lap. He smirked from seeing your brows knit together.

"You're cruel," you pouted as you squeezed on his bare shoulders. His hand held onto yours, guiding it towards his erection. Your fingertip caressed its head, feeling the warmth of his precum, drawing out a lustful gasp from him. Yoru's wish was clear and you complied by wrapping your hand around his thick shaft, stroking it up and down. He pulled you in for a hot kiss as you gradually paced your hand's movement. The low groans that vibrated from his throat were satisfying for you to hear, like he's under your mercy. This was enough to make it even.

When his lips parted from yours, his hands held your cheeks, and the tender look from his eyes relayed a familiar message: Yoru was begging you to go down on him. You kissed the corner of his mouth before descending onto his twitching cock, peppering it with kisses before flicking your tongue over the wetness of its head like a treat. He hissed at the pleasure, his hand gripping onto your loose locks. Slowly, you took his entirety in your mouth until its tip reached the back of your throat. You felt his hold on your hair tighten, urging you to move. You did so by bobbing your head up and down until it was Yoru controlling you. Your tongue ran underneath his shaft with every movement of your head, leaving him euphoric to the point that his hips began rocking. Yoru's head snapped back from the overwhelming bliss as he cried curses in his native language, and the sight of him all sweaty and lewd like this motivated you to pleasure him even more. He'd often act tough outside, but you've always wished that he'd share his weaknesseses to you.

You felt your hair being pulled. You willingly obliged, releasing his cock from your mouth then gently pushing him to lay down on the bed. You knew Yoru loves it when you're on top, so you straddled his hips and slowly sank onto his girth, eyes focused on his. Both of you missed this feeling of being connected to each other as you moaned in unison. His hands met yours, fingers intertwined before pulling you closer to him. While you were still relishing on the feeling of him inside you, he whispered in a husky voice, "Go on, move. Show me you deserve to feel good."

His sudden retrieval of power from you turned you on, coaxing you to rock your hips, eliciting deep grunts from him. Yoru's hands fled to your hips, sliding down to your ass, squeezing it as you lowered yourself again on him. His eyes lingered on yours, his senses swallowing every bit of you- from your beautiful body to your melodious moans and fragrant scent of sex that blessed his territory with your presence once again. Everything was at its place. You were with him, and he's glad that he was right where he belonged: by your side. Yoru did his best to intensify your pleasure by fondling your breast with one hand and thumbing your clit with his other hand. You swore your mind was going blank from the way his hands occupied you, especially with him rubbing your core. It kind of made your movement sloppy. A deep chuckle escaped Yoru's lips as he adored your heated expression devoid of any thoughts except for your lovemaking. This urged him to seize your hips and move his instead. The yelp you let out was sultry, and it further motivated him to thrust harder.

Your back arched and your fingers clawed onto the bed sheet, "Ryo, please harder, I'm almost there."

"Me too," he mouthed breathlessly, his thrusts going faster and harder. His release was triggered by the way your walls clenched onto his dick, his warm cum pouring into you as you climaxed along with him. Yoru's hips continued thrusting onto yours, ensuring that every bit of his semen was inside you as a way of marking you as his. He sighed in relief as you pulled yourself away of him, a sight of his seed dripping from your swollen hole. You smiled at him before laying on his chest, his arms enclosing you into a loving embrace.

"So we're back together, yeah?"

You huffed in playful annoyance, "Of course, dummy."

"Just making sure," he said, brushing your hair then planting a kiss on your temples, " Suki desu."

"Love you too, Ryo."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─ ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─ ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

[sunnyjae]

warm ♡ sjy

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I put my smut strictly under the smut tags on here to protect you guys so don't open anything with a warning like this one. Please.

pairing ♡ jake x afab!reader (any pronouns but has a coochie) | softdom!jake | sub!reader

slice-of-life!au bestfriend!jake

genre ♡ crack-ish, smut (literally pwp), fluff, implied pining

warnings ♡ smut, unprotected cockwarming, subspace kinda (reader is really out of it lol), bulge kink, kind of impreg but not specified, cursing

summary ♡ chilling with the guys during a movie leads to you and jake being more touchy under the covers (the boy is whipped for you, you're just oblivious).

word count ♡ 2.5k

author's note ♡ pls this is just smut (not filthy but very much smutty)

"oh my god actually step on me," jake mutters, casting a glance in your direction, seeing your pajama shorts ride up your asscheeks as you stand up. "fuck."

the boy was struggling to control himself these days, particularly as you always dressed so comfy around him, and at that you were always pretty. jake was convinced you didn't feel for him the same way he felt for you, after all you were friends with his six friends too, and very friendly with sunoo. your best friend aside, he knew he had no chance against the one and only park jongseong. you and jay had met through jake and quickly warmed up to each other, but jake always felt a little insecure because of that. he knew you loved him, but how far did that love reach in your heart?

his friend on the left side of the couch turns to him with a whisper-yelled hiss, "for god's sake sim jaeyun, just confess already!" heeseung feels like facepalming, but opts not to make a fool out of himself, well, more than jake is anyway. 

the aussie throws him a sharp glare but immediately grins when you make innocent eye contact with him from the kitchen island. you watch jake as he turns back to the guys, only to lean in to them before muttering something you can't hear. jay offers you an ice pop and you gladly take it before digging through the fridge with him for the drinks.

"you know too much, i knew i shouldn't have told heeseung anything." jake huffs, angry and heeseung feels a dramatic eye-roll coming. "shut up, they're coming back."

once you and jay take your seats next to each other, with him and heeseung on your right, you relax yourself over jake on your left. he holds your thigh as you half lie on his side, sucking at your ice pole. "what drinks did you get?" he asks, tracing delicate patterns on the skin of your upper right leg that's hooked on him.

"just some coke, we didn't pick up any sprite at the store." you mumble, cuddling into him further. jake begs whoever is up there that if you happen to stay in this position any longer (which he desperately wants but tries not to show it), he doesn't pop a boner. his eyes are squeezed tightly shut as he tries to keep his hormones at bay.

your chin rests on his shoulder as you admire his side-profile. he is very very pretty. lips drawn to his cheek, they lightly press there and he feels himself flush and opens his eyes. you're normally quite cuddly and touchy with him so he feels like he shouldn't react, but he can't help his heart.

"you okay bubba?" he asks again, looking at you in his arms, all cute.

"yeah, I missed you lots 's all." you tell him and he melts right there. you finish your ice pop and rest the stick on the coffee table next to you.

"jakey's missed you too, bubs."

whenever he calls you ‘bubba’ or ‘bubs’, his favourite nicknames for you, which are unironically also your favourites, your heart jumps.

jake feels jay's gaze on him at your sudden display of affection, and even has the audacity to smirk at the scene, shaking his head. jake throws him a glare.

"are we watching netflix?" heeseung asks, sunghoon guzzling down a whole can of coke in one shot beside him, nearly choking in the process.

"yeah." jay affirms, pointing the remote at the tv as he flicks through the options.

you feel jake pull you even closer to the point your head is resting in the crook of his neck. "you're so warm," you mutter.

He bites his lip, heart already beating out of his chest at your words. "warm enough?" His arms encircle you and stroke the soft skin of your arms calmingly.

"could be warmer I guess," you cheekily grin, thoughts rushing around what could happen if you were to say something more risky. "but you're always perfect." you whisper and jay almost gags, miraculously overhearing everything. your couple-esque relationship with jake was clear as day, and only you and him thought it was simply a clingy best friends dynamic.

"cuddle closer, bubba." he tells you, "you shouldn't have worn such short shorts if you're cold." he chastises, eyes glowing, reflecting the chick flick Jay had chosen that was playing on the tv.

"if you're here to warm me up, it shouldn't matter what I wear." you snuggle in to whisper in his ear. "if anything at all."

You momentarily think you crossed a line when you feel Jake freeze under you, the soft movements of his hand on your arm stopping.

"what are you saying bubs?" he questions you, looking at the side of your face incredulously. his earlier efforts to not get a tent in his sweats are definitely going in vain at this point.

you shrug, opting to watch the movie before you embarrass yourself any further. jake obviously just considers you a friend and if he questions your advances, it's going to be awkward and you'll definitely fuck up your friendship - at least that's what you thought.

"I asked you a question bubbles and I want you to explain what you said to me." he murmurs into your ear, hand going to rest on your hip softly.

you gulp, adding a soft smile to put off the change in tone his voice took. "you're just warm and cozy jakey, that's all,"

jake swears he nearly pulls you onto his lap when you continue, "you make me feel good whenever we cuddle. so warm."

"oh really?" he gulps, biting his lip. "you wanna sit on my lap, darlin'?"

fuck. so this is the turn the conversation was steering recklessly towards. 

you pout and nod your head, heat gathering in your belly at the use of the term of endearment. "yeah please jakey."

at that, he manoeuvres you to straddle him and he moves the both of you to sit sideways on the couch so you can watch. jay relaxes further into the couch, opting not to disturb you guys' romantic moment by focusing on the movie wild child playing.

you whine and bask in the warmth that is your best friend, cheeks heating when jake reaches to the side and covers the both of you with the duvet heeseung brought from his room. his hands find their way to your ass and he rests his palms there, fingertips just a few centimeters shy of the hem of your shorts.

jake's boner is prominent through his sweats and you feel it press into your clothed pussy. "feel good, bubba?" his tone of voice shouldn't be as sweet as it is.

"wanna sit," you almost beg him, your wide pleading eyes looking into his. they reflect pure adoration and a hint of lust when his lip quirks, mock-seriousness overtaking his tone. "sit where? you're already sitting, bubbles." The movie is loud and you're glad nobody can hear your conversation, letting a relieved sigh, that could be mistaken for a desperate one, escape your lips.

"wanna sit on jakey's cock." you mutter when you lean into his ear, cheeks burning.

he nearly groans aloud at your blunt statement, and he thinks of course you can make it simultaneously hot and oh-so cute. he has to cover his mouth with his hand to restrain himself from making any more suspicious noises.

jake's fingers fall to your pretty lips, parting as he eyes your pink tongue.

"ask nicely." his own tongue then finds his bottom lip and he habitually swipes once to wet it. your eyes follow the seductive movement.

"please please can I sit on your cock jakey?" at this point you're genuinely begging and jake nearly melts for the nth time tonight. "of course bubbles, be quiet for jakey okay?" when he whispers those words, his hands on your ass move further into the hot wet material on your pussy and you mewl at the contact his fingers make when they find their way under it.

"fuck, so wet already, huh?" he asks, swiping over your slit before sticking a single finger in fully knuckle-deep and massaging it in and out of your hole. you relax and tighten rhythmically when he presses another finger inside. "who are you ruining your panties for, bubs?"

"I'm wet for you jakey, so wet. please bubba." returning his nickname for you on him, your head returns to his neck

jake's fingers move out to give that pretty bud between your folds some much-needed attention and he wishes you were alone so he could play with it a little longer. he presses into your clit softly, listening closely to your laboured breaths and airy whines, hardening in his boxers at the gasp you let out into the crook of his neck and shoulder. his fingers are working at your little bud, throbbing and cute under the soft and thin material of your shorts.

you watch as he moves his digits up over the duvet and sucks your wetness off of them. With a groan he whispers, "so fucking tasty, bubba." And eventually finishes prepping you, pulling himself out of his grey sweats, fully and painfully hard at this point. He loves the desperate look on your face, the way you begged and pleaded to be stuffed full of him, utterly shamelessly in front of the others.

his tip is at your pretty hole, which winks in desperation to be filled. jake almost passes out, feeling suddenly lightheaded when you start to slide down, the walls of your pussy sucking him in immediately. you stop halfway and groan in his ear as he already begins to painfully stretch you out despite having been prepped so thoroughly. "so big, jakey, can't fit - help please."

he internally dies once again.

jake's hands are at your hips and he mutters nothing but praise into your ear, mentally grinning to himself. "good baby, so so good for me. perfect, warm, pretty and creamy for me just to slide in." he nearly thrusts in deeper but keeps his composure under lock. "relax bubba, jakey's gonna help his baby, okay?"

he inserts a finger in alongside the first half of his cock and hisses at the tightness. No wonder you struggled to slide down fully as soon as he pressed in. and yet, despite waiting all this time to finally have you to himself, to be able to finally take care of you and love you just the way you deserve, he swears he's never felt this good before - just the knowledge that you'll be sitting on his cock for two hours straight gets him foaming at the mouth.

you start to relax and the remaining inches slide in with your desperate effort. "hmmm so good, s'full jakey."

jake groans in your ear, feeling you clench as you try to adjust to the size and stretch, his girth probably the thickest you've taken. "so good for me bubs." he whines, hugging you closer and making you sit all the more on him, feeling him at the deepest point of your cunt. the head of his cock nuzzles your cervix with a deep ache and you nearly cry out from how good the searing pain and utter fullness feels. finally having him so close, warm and deep inside.

jake sits bottomed-out and heavy in your stomach, the feeling of which causing you to release a whimper. "so big, jakey i love it deep like that, feel s'full."

there's a little bump just under your bellybutton where his cockhead is nestled in, and jake is breathing harder than ever. He moves his hand down to the bump and presses his fingers over it lightly. His bottom lip finds its way under his top teeth as he watches himself twitch inside you.

"stay still for me bubby." he cuddles into you. "so tight sweetheart, gonna be good for me, yeah?"

"so so good - I'll be so good for you jakey." you whisper.

"gonna cum without me moving, angel?"

"gonna cum so fucking hard," you whine out into his shoulder, almost crying at this point, embarrassed that you're this far gone and he hasn't even fucked you yet.

"come for jakey, cream my cock and i'll fill you up so good." he promises, not even slightly focused on the movie. "you'll be full of my cum bubba, all swollen and creamy, perfectly bloated belly filled with me." he adds, your clenching has him seeing stars.

his words drive you off a precipice, and with a final throb and overwhelming feeling of fullness with a painful yet delicious dulling stretch from jake's fat cock, you shiver in his hold as you orgasm.

jake holds his pleasure despite nearly being knocked off a similar edge, wanting to fill you up later when the guys return to their rooms. he strokes your head and holds you close through your haze and dizziness.

heeseung stands up and over the yelling of the characters in the movie, yelps his words. "i'm tired, and I have a gym sesh tomorrow so I think I should get to bed." he turns back quickly, pointing at you on top of jake. "make sure you two get to sleep, okay?"

jake nods, forehead sweaty, watching the others nod and leave for their rooms too, until it's just him and you.

he feels himself throb while still inside you, ready to combust from this entire situation alone. 

"you want jakey's cum, sweetheart?" He manages to smirk into your neck, already lightheaded. he's had his fair share of sexy moments with other people but this - this right here - really takes the biscuit. your warmth, both internal, external, metaphorical - whatever - is what he basks in. jake loves how you let yourself be so vulnerable with him, you trusting him to make you feel warm and safe and good and him trusting you to be good for him.

you feel your best friend twitch inside you as he holds the pressure in his abdomen. Jake waits patiently for you to respond, finally being able to be alone with you, being able to kiss you and keep you safe.

"yes please," you whine, "please please fill me up with your cum jakey." he feels your pussy clench again and that's all it takes for him to release.

his thick brisbane accent comes through with a sensual, "okay bubby, that's it, take my cum." he groans with a hiss as he spurts his seed into you, watching with hooded eyes as you mewl and bask in the warmth seeping from his tip.

he stays still inside you and presses a soft kiss to your puffy, bitten lips. once, twice, thrice. "so good for me," he pants, watching you in adoration, nearly combusting a second time when you respond eagerly to his kisses. "wanna stay like this darlin'?"

"yeah - keep jakey's cum inside me, not wasting a single drop." you mutter, relaxing into his form.

note - I was scared to post this lol. i think likes get to you when your first proper post does well 😌. i'm also not adding anyone from the svt taglist on here just in case they don't want any enha haha

jake never felt better, and neither did you.

© sunnyjae 2022

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[melancholyink]

SNOW BALL CHAUFFEURS.

» pairing // steve harrington x (hopefully) gn!reader

» pov // second person

» word count // 1.2k

» tw & cw // swearing, short billy hargrove mention, not beta'd LOL

» ao3 link // here

» note // first time cross-posting!!! if you enjoyed this little oneshot, think about giving me a shout out on ao3 too ♡

" Something in the air changed, it was more relaxed than it had been when you first climbed into the car tonight. It was more relaxed than any time you had interacted with Steve before.

Dare you say it—it was nice. "

With every passing day, Hawkins gets colder.

The temperature drops and along comes the cheery holiday spirits and the hope for snow, but each cold breeze just sends shivers down your spine and brings you back to the junkyard full of demodogs. Back to fighting for your life and to protecting the kids that were with you. You look back to your car knowing there was a well-used axe and newly stocked first aid kit hidden under blankets in the back of your trunk--you knew better this time around, you had to be prepared… for anything.

You turn away from your car and knock three times on the front door of the Hargrove/Mayfield household, and smile at the crooked poinsettia wreath that hangs in front of you before quickly returning your hand to the pockets of your jacket.

The door opens and Billy stands in front of you, the bruises from his fight with Steve long healed by now, but the bruise on his neck--passed off as a hickey, surely--from the syringe of anesthesia his own step sister had plunged in to him was still visible, now yellowing.

He takes a drag of the half-smoked cigarette in his hand, "See something you like?"

You frown, unsure if Billy even knew about the Snow Ball. Or if Max even wanted him to know, "I'm here to pick up Max."

Billy rolls his eyes, "Whatever."

***

"Thanks again for the ride," Max smiles as she gets out of your car.

"Of course," you smile back, "I'm taking you home too, so just look out for me when you're ready to leave." She nods before heading in to the school.

You pull in to one of the many empty parking spots; most parents just dropping their kids off and waiting for a phone call to come back and pick them up. Looking across the lot, you see Hopper and Joyce, even Steve; and you know both Jonathan and Nancy are inside, but it still didn't feel right to leave. What if something happened?

Picking at the polish on your nails, you start to think about the junkyard. How nervous--no, terrified you were for Dustin, Lucas, and Max's safety as you got them in the old school bus. How you had stood your ground when Steve tried to get you in too, but you weren't going to let him fight those demodogs alone. You had called him a fucking idiot.

You think about the Byers' house. A place that had been a safe haven, turned in to a madhouse. How tightly your hands had gripped the axe as your heart raced and you wondered if you were going to die that night. How you had screamed as Billy threw punch after punch at Steve, trying to pull them apart.

You shake your head, trying to stop the catastrophic thinking.

Grabbing your keys you slam your door open and closed, hands again finding their home in your jacket pockets, practically running across the parking lot to Steve's BMW and knocking softly at his passenger side window.

Steve is caught off guard, but still rolls down a window, "What?"

"Let me in."

His face doesn't change at your answer, and he repeats himself, "What?"

You sigh, "Just unlock your door and let me in, Harrington."

He shakes his head, but complies and reaches over to unlock your door; you quickly get in.

The prominent purple bruises from his fight with Billy are gone, save for a few along his jaw that were still fading to match his skin tone. And all of the cuts had scabbed and healed, leaving only a ghost of a scar through his top lip. You feel a small twinge of guilt in the pit of your stomach, you haven't spoken to him since that night at the Byers', you haven't bothered to check on him after the beating he took from Billy.

You give him a small smile, "It looks a lot better."

"Yeah, it’s nice being able to see out of both eyes again." he laughs, "What're you even doing here?"

"I drove Max, you?"

"Dustin."

You nod, "Oh, right," you remember, "he was saying something about you giving him--" you hold up air quotes and laugh, "--'hair secrets' the last time I saw him."

"Last time you saw him?" Steve raises an eyebrow, but the small wince from the movement wasn't lost on you.

"Ever since you stole my title as best baby sitter ever, I've been working part time at the library."

"Sorry about that," he frowns.

"Don't be," you smile and shake your head, "the kids love you."

Hearing that puts a smile on his face, one different from any you had seen from him before. But, it wasn’t like you were close, so what would you know?

An uncomfortable silence takes over the car. The sounds of your fidgeting seem amplified, making you too stiff to find a comfortable sitting position to be in.

Steve sighs, “This is weird, isn’t it? Us hanging out.”

“A little.”

“You would think now that we’ve almost died together—“

“Twice.”

“Now that we’ve almost died together twice, ” he amends, “That we could at least sit together in a comfortable silence. We did it in what? Biology?”

You’re surprised he remembers the sophomore year class you shared, “The biology class you slept through?”

“What?” He shrugs, “It was first period! I’m not a morning person!”

The tension in the air lightens as you both genuinely laugh, what feels like the first light-hearted moment you’ve had in a while.

“You’ve changed since then, though.” You twist in the passenger seat, moving to face Steve.

“I have?” he sounds nervous, unsure.

You nod.

“Good change or bad change?”

“Definitely good.” You turn your head, watching as a few snowflakes start to fall from the night sky, “You were kind of a douchebag.”

Steve doesn’t know whether to laugh or to groan, and does a weird combination of the two, “Yeah I know,” he says with a twinge of embarrassment. “It all seems so long ago.” He leans his head backwards, closing his eyes.

You hum in agreement.

There’s a loud bang, and you both startle with your heads whipping towards the sound. A small group of kids laugh, not having meant to push the door to exit the school’s gymnasium so hard and causing it to slam against the brick of the wall behind it.

You glance at each other with a sigh relief--just kids having a nice time.

It takes a few minutes for your heart to stop racing and you wouldn’t be surprised if Steve’s heart was racing too.

“Hey,” you begin, “I’m sorry I never called to see how you were doing after, well, you know...” You’re chewing your lip and keeping your eyes focused on your lap, “I should have.”

“Oh, it’s no biggie,” he brushes it off, “We’ve all got shit going on, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s really not,” you frown, your eyebrows knitting together, “I should’ve been a better friend.”

Steve turns his focus on you, wholly this time, "Friends?" he asks.

“Yeah, we almost died together—“

“Twice.”

You smirk, “We’ve almost died together twice now," you turn to match his gaze, focusing on him, "I think that makes us friends, Steve.”

Something in the air changed, it was more relaxed than it had been when you first climbed in to the car tonight. It was more relaxed than any time you had interacted with Steve before.

Dare you say it—it was nice.

“Yeah, friends.”

[vampyir2]

                       leave this city - top / @neverafters​

“I'm tired of tending to this fire.”

[vampyir2]

                                this love - pantera / @hopelasts​

“I said I loved but I lied.”

[vampyir2]

                               bury a friend - billie eilish / @floripire​

“What do you want from me?”

[vampyir2]

[sunnyjae]

Hello, can you do Car sex with Jake. Thank you

sure 😸 i think i went a bit plot and dialogue heavy with this one but here you go

thanks for the request, lovely!

just a reminder for anyone who feels like requesting - if you want me to be a bit more specific for stuff i can feature in your request, find my prompt list here

don't do it in a car ♡ sjy

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I put my smut strictly under the smut tags on here to protect you guys so don't open anything with a warning like this one. Please.

pairing ♡ jake x fem!reader (no real explicit dom/sub dynamics)

genre ♡ suggestive, slice-of-life, fluff, smut, non-idol!au

warnings ♡ dirty talk, fluff, riding, creampie (more fluff and side plot than smut tbh)

word count ♡ 1.8k

summary ♡ jake likes you and finally has time to spend with you alone...in the car...on a road trip.

author’s note - i wasn’t really all that confident with this one lol, i normally write domestic scenarios but I hope this works for the anon 😌

You feel Sunghoon throw you a look when Jake offers to have you sit on his lap through the two hour car ride. Heeseung tells the group that he’s fine with taking turns with Jake so you don’t end up cutting off the blood supply in his legs, to which you laugh, but you also bite your lip at the prospect.

Going on a sort of MT (or ‘membership training’, as Jay called it), you and the guys happened to miscalculate the number of seats needed in the car you rented (Jay was blamed because he volunteered to choose the car and drive all of you to the cabin).

“I’m so sorry, sweetie.” Jay apologises to you for the third time in ten minutes as the others argue about where you’re supposed to sit now.

“She’s fine,” Jake dismisses Jungwon’s screech with a wave, the younger explaining that this whole situation is illegal and your safety should be a priority. Of course Jake knows this, but he’s not missing the opportunity to cuddle you.

“Wonnie, you’re right, but I’ll really be fine.” you smile at him reassuringly.

A silence settles as Ni-ki and Jungwon take their seats in the front of the minivan. “Promise to make Jake shut up for the whole ride?” Sunoo raises his hand in question, Jake sending him a glare in return.

You laugh again, glancing at Jake who welcomes you with open arms, “Babygirl!”

The pet name makes you grimace and Jake pouts playfully, eyes wide with mock hurt. His seat is at the back where there’s the most space, so you’re half glad you won’t have to be squished against the aisle or one of the windows.

Your skirt is cute and rests around the upper mid thigh, and Jake has to swallow at the sight, lubricating his dry throat. He loves short skirts, particularly on you, as the girl of his dreams.

He just wishes he could flip the material over and-

“Jake?”

“Huh?” he clears his throat, eyes on yours now.

“Make some space for me?”

“There’s always space for you,” he gives you a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, belting himself up and you pout in response, climbing in and gripping the back of the front seat before sitting yourself over Jake’s thighs.

He nearly swears aloud at the warmth radiating from you, taking in the fruity smell of your perfume and new shampoo.

Without hesitation, he wraps his arms around your soft midsection, allowing you to rest your back over his chest, “Good girl,” he mutters.

The pet name does something to you that you find difficult to explain.

You shuffle over him, finding the perfect spot to feel comfortable as the car rolls out of the car park. Jay spares a glance through the front mirror to make sure you’re okay and notices your cute lips pushed out into a pout. “You doing good back there, hon’?” he asks.

“I’m good, Jayjay.” you confirm with a smiley nod.

Jake’s hands move to your hips and you look down. He presses you even closer to him (if that’s possible) and you can almost feel his satisfied grin as he rests his head back on the headrest with closed eyes.

Your cheeks heat at the realisation you’re sitting on Jake and having him so close, so intimate, and he doesn’t mind at all.

Forty-five minutes into the drive, you’re sitting sideways on Jake’s lap with your back against the side of the car, a thick blanket over your back and your head resting in the area between your friend’s neck and shoulder. Your eyes are closed and you hum absentmindedly, using your fingers to stroke at the side of Jake’s face and ear. He smiles too, without your knowledge, his own eyes closed in the bliss of the moment.

You press a barely-there kiss on the skin of his jaw and he sucks in a shaky breath.

This was the first time you two were cuddling and yet it didn't really feel like it at all. Jake moves his head away from you and opens his eyes, pressing his lips to your cheek with a soft smile, admiring your pretty eyelashes and cute features.

“Jay hyung,” Jungwon says hesitantly.

“Hm?” Jay hums, glancing away from the road.

“Ni-ki feels sick,” he informs him.

Jay visibly tenses up, “Okay, we’re pulling over. Hold on Riki.” he affirms, making you look over the headrest to look at the oddly silent and apparently nauseous youngest.

“Breathe, Riki, you’ll be fine. Just don’t speak, everyone be quiet.” you hush, feeling Jake rub the skin of your cheekbone soothingly.

Then, when Jay pulls over, you watch the younger boys hop out and assist Ni-ki by patting his back as he bends over. Worriedly, you slide off Jake hop out of the vehicle to meet them. Ni-ki is breathing heavily, struggling to hold in his nausea.

“I didn’t know you had travel sickness.” you mutter, stroking down Ni-ki’s back.

“Neither did he apparently,” Sunoo adds, brows furrowing and bending over to look at Ni-ki’s face.

Jay hops out of the vehicle following you and stands with the rest of the group, Jake watching in slight jealousy as you take care of his younger friend (the minimum one should do, he tries to remind himself).

“Jealous, huh?” Sunghoon smirks at Jake when he turns around in his seat up front.

Jake swallows, eyes shifting from the outside to his best friend. “Pfft.” he shrugs.

Sunghoon laughs aloud, making you cast a glance back to Jake. He waves sheepishly at you and you send him a charming smile, heart fluttering. Your smile never failed to make the boy swoon, although he always laughed it off in the heat of the moment.

When Ni-ki makes his way back, feeling better after drinking some cold water, he mutters a thank you, pulling you into a warm hug. You pat his head and back, cheeks puffy as you grin to yourself. “Always let me know if you’re not feeling well.” you tell him.

He looks at Jake as he hugs you with a smirk and the Aussie feels himself straighten up, raising a brow at the younger’s odd expression.

Ah, it was jealousy. He concludes.

“Why don’t we just stop the car here then? We can go to the grocery store across the road and stretch our legs.” Heeseung stands up from his seat. “Come on, Sunghoon.” his eyes find Jake’s with a prolonged stare. “You and y/n are staying in the car.”

That’s how you ended up back on Jake’s lap with three of his fingers pushing and and out of your hot entrance, his strained voice in your ear as he listened to the filthy wetness sounding from below.

“Please, can I ride you?” you mutter, arms circling his neck, and he groans out a rough “Fuck, yeah sweetheart,”

Pulling himself out of his jeans, already hard, he bucks his hips up at the feeling of your hole at his tip. “Jake, please put it in, please fuck me.” you whisper, kissing his ear softly.

He wastes no time and inch by inch enters your pulsing heat, stroking at your hips until he is fully inside. “Shit, Jake.” you curse.

“This skirt really did something to me,” he groans, allowing his fingers to fiddle with the hem. You noticed his love for skirts some months ago but you didn’t know it affected him this much.

Jake bought you a cute checkered skirt for your birthday last year, and you didn’t think anything of it, but he was clearly satisfied with the fact you wore what he got you - especially if it flattered you in all the right places, just like this short number did.

“You like it?” you sniffle into his neck, beginning to move your hips up and down slowly. “You like it when I wear short skirts for you, Jake?”

He almost chokes, and he’s not entirely sure if it’s the comment you made or whether it’s your delicious tightness enveloping his dick. Jake swears again, willing himself to keep talking for your sake as you ride him faster. The filthy sound and feeling of your wetness makes you bite your lip, his cock pushing into just the right places with consistent nudges at your special spot. You squeal when his thumb finds your clit with ease.

“I love it, sweetheart. You're gonna wear more short skirts for me?” he pants, almost cumming in you when you clench around him tightly, the sensitivity of his tip almost too much for him to bear.

You nod frantically, eyes boring into his dark ones, “Yeah,” you swallow. “I’m not gonna wear any panties anymore Jake,”

“You gonna let me slide in whenever I want, baby?” he questions, licking his bottom lip. “Gonna let me cream your pussy, just like you’ve always wanted?”

“Yeah, cream me Jake - please,” pulse already going a mile a minute, you feel lightheaded at the pressure and fullness in your lower abdomen.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” Jake’s cock twitches inside you, alerting the both of you to his impending orgasm.

Yours draws to a climax, thighs shaking over the top of his. Your arms are wrapped so tightly around Jake, you fear you’ll collapse if you let go. “Come first, love, that’s it.” He mutters, quickening his fingers on your clit as you cum hard.

You tremble as it hits, eyes squeezed shut, and you’re so distracted you don’t really feel Jake hold you down before he shoots his load into you. “Well done baby,” he sighs, satiated.

You pull yourself up to look at him and press your bitten lips to his as he grinds you down on his creamy cock, smirking. “Hmm,” he hums, “So good for me, still so tight.”

“Yeah?” you shyly simper, leaning in to whisper into his ear, “When we get to the cabin you can fuck me again,”

“Can I?” he strokes your cheek affectionately, a cute grin taking over his lips. “I guess i’ll have to decide what to do with you later, right love?”

“Yeah,” you mutter, your own lips breaking out into a grin.

He curses when he feels you suddenly clench, “Fuck,”

“OH SHIT.” you smack your hand over your mouth.

“What’s wrong?” Jake panics, suddenly groaning when you shuffle on his lap, your gaze off somewhere behind him.

There are the others with shopping bags, heading back towards the van.

“They’re coming.” you whine.

Jake whimpers, glancing back towards the window and indeed, he sees the guys on their way. “Well, shit.”

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