#does cola with vodka count?

[bisonandbubbles]

Tendou: I don't understand why you'd throw drugs into someone's drink at a bar when you can just find someone who has a cola and dump mentos in it.

Semi:

Tendou: Objectively funnier. No harm no foul

Semi: nobody drinks cola at a bar

Tendou: c'mon I can't be the only one

[kimvvantae]

the misadventures list; 1 (m)

➜ the night shift can be very wild at times. you’ve witnessed so many strange, concerning and absurd situations happen inside the tiny convenience store that you could make a long list with everything that got you stunned - and the situation that takes the prize of being the weirdest of your list is the night a desperate millionaire, for the sake of saving his fortune, asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend.

pairing: playboy!jimin x (f) reader

genre: smut, comedy (?), fluff • fake dating au

warnings: explicit sexual content in future chapters. coarse language. me trying to be funny i guess

rating: 18+

word count: 6k

A/N: so excited to finally share this one with you guys!! i really needed to write something lighthearted after so much angst (even tho yall know me so there's definitely gonna be a lil bit of angst in the future). feedback is always much appreciated!

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➜  Chapters: check out masterlist in bio!

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Working in a 24h convenience store is quite the experience.

Despair leads humans to take drastic decisions. Living alone as a college student in a big city is in itself a situation of despair - especially if you have no family to help you out with the bills and not enough professional experience to get a decent job. So, when you saw the rent coming just around the corner and you had a spectacular amount of $15 in your bank account, you accepted the first job offer that appeared in front of you.

Yes. You accepted the night shift.

Does it mean that you barely sleep these days and you feel that your brain is going to actually melt? Yes. But at least the salary is a little higher than your last job and the store is two blocks away from your apartment.

Also, sometimes you end up witnessing interesting things.

The store is pretty empty most of the time - which means that you just sit behind the cashier counter for hours straight trying not to die of boredom. You can study a lot, which is good, but sometimes, when you already did everything you had to do - from organizing items on shelves back and forth to wiping the floor twice or feeding the dog that always passes by around 2AM -, you have no choice but sit there and question your life choices.

When customers do come, though, it's usually the same type of people. You have already memorized the pattern of customers: sad college students that come to buy dinner (usually noodles. Delicious, cheap and unhealthy. What else could a broke young adult want?), or drunk college students that come after leaving clubs to buy some snacks, or drunk and sad college students that don't have that many friends to go out with, so they buy beer, eat noodles and cry alone in their respective apartments/dorms. You somehow relate to all of them.

From time to time, some people out of the pattern show up, though. There was that homeless man that once came in to simply buy Oreo but you ended up discussing the consequences of the 2008 financial crisis for about forty minutes (a really smart man, that one). There was also that time when a woman walked in wearing nothing but lingerie and bunny ears; she bought some condensed milk, called you pretty and left (you never blushed so hard in your life). Or that time you had to chase a 12 year old down the street holding a baseball bat because he tried to steal a vodka bottle (fortunately, you didn't need to actually beat him up. The little devil threw the bottle and ran away while people stared at you like you were crazy). Oh, let's not forget that time a group of people with questionable fashion sense tried to lure you into becoming a part of their cult (something about aliens and illuminati. That time you got actually scared).

After three months of working here, you got convinced that this small convenience store is actually an anomaly in space-time. A place where dimensions merge. Universal rules don't apply here. One day a talking polar bear might just walk in to buy Coca-Cola and you'll be like oh, that's neat.

And tonight is one of those nights when the matrix seems to fail and a weird ass dude shows up.

It's true that you heard the front door open a few minutes ago; you simply lifted your head from behind the counter, trying to peek at them, but the person disappeared behind the shelves quickly. Because you were too focused on highlighting your textbook, you didn't really pay mind to whoever it was. After around ten minutes, you felt your body itching and your vision blurring after so much reading (tax law is one of your least favorite subjects) and decided to reorganize the items on the snacks section once again.

That's kind of how it went for around four minutes.

Then you notice that there is an actual person sitting on the floor behind the refrigerators.

You gasp.

The person turns his head to look at you.

The first thing you notice is the unusual silver hair. The second thing is the fact that he's holding two phones in his hands. The third thing is the Rolex on his right wrist.

The fourth thing is the smile he opens as he sees you - an actual smile, so big that his eyes almost completely close.

"Hi!" he says in a happy voice. As if it's completely normal of him to be sitting on the floor of a store, knees close to his chest, for almost twenty minutes.

You immediately step back, ready to run the fuck out if you need to, your heart still beating rapidly from the scare.

"May I help you, sir?" you ask, unable to not scowl at him.

He's still smiling. He shakes his head. His hair and earrings sway as he does. "No, thank you! I'm fine. Just… sitting here." he laughs. "Oh, I know what you're thinking. I'm definitely not a weirdo. I'm just…" one of the phones in his hand starts ringing. He clicks his tongue and frowns. "Wait a second."

He slams it on the floor.

Like. Literally fucking slams it.

And steps on it a couple of times with the back of his foot until you hear the noise of glass shattering. When the screen doesn't turn on anymore, he sighs in relief.

"Anyways, as I was saying… I'm not a weirdo." he smiles again. You step back. "It's just that I had a fight with my brother and all… you know how siblings are, right?"

You don't reply. He doesn't seem to notice how you look at him as if he's indeed the weirdest dude in the world - or he's simply too good at ignoring it.

"Oh, so you're an only child, I guess? Well, lucky you." He laughs again. It also seems that he's talking to the voices in his head. "I'm actually hiding here for a while. So don't mind me! Really, I'm just gonna sit here for thirty more minutes until it's safe to go outside again."

And he smiles prettily once more.

You just stand there, staring at him like he's got a second head, for long seconds. His smile doesn't falter. His cheeks might be hurting at this point.

"Your brother isn't a gang leader or something, right?" is the first thing you ask. His eyes widen and he quickly waves his hands dismissively.

"No! Gosh, of course not," he laughs again. "He's just… kinda tall."

You stare at him for a few more moments.

Well, it's not as if he's committing a crime anyway. It also looks like he's being honest. So you just shrug.

(After seeing so many strange people during the night shift, very little things surprise you anymore).

Before you can say anything, though, you see him widening his eyes as he spots something behind you.

"Shit!" he exclaims before, once again, disappearing behind the refrigerator - he comes so close to the wall and hugs his legs so tightly against his chest that he might as well become a ball.

Confused, you look back to the glass front door - just in time to see a man walk in.

It honestly looks like one of those stupid drama scenes.

He's tall. Really tall. Wears a black long coat that looks very expensive, has pitch black hair styled to the side and a suit that also looks very expensive.

You can almost imagine the slow-mo camera, the pink filter and the romantic drama OST playing in your head.

To say that you're starstruck is an understatement.

The only thing that kind of kills the moment is his expression of pure fury.

The man looks around, tip-toeing to have a better view of the entire store (not that he needed to tip toe to have a better view). He walks to the cleaning products aisle with heavy steps, seemingly in search of someone.

Then, it hits you.

He's just… kinda tall.

If he turns the corner, he'll definitely see the weirdo sitting on the floor behind the fridge.

Maybe it's compassion. Maybe it's the fact that the man is indeed very tall and looks like he could break the other guy in two. Maybe it is God whispering in your ears, saying, my child, if you don't intervene, that poor weirdo will probably show up on the news as a murder victim.

You don't know what it is, but you end up quickly following him to the other corridor.

"Excuse me, may I help you?" you say, forcing a smile.

He stops and turns around - just before turning the corner and coming face-to-face with his prey.

"Oh." Gosh. He's even better from up close. "No, thank you. I'm just…" He tilts his head and caresses the back of his neck, stepping closer to you. "Actually, have you seen a stupid-looking guy with bleached hair walking around here?"

You have to swallow a laugh.

"No." You say, sounding apologetic. "I guess I would have remembered someone like that."

The man sighs, seeming slightly disappointed.

"Alright. Thank you anyway. Good night."

He walks away slowly.

The store goes back to silence for many seconds, the only audible sound being the buzz of the refrigerators.

Then, the bleach-haired weirdo shows up from behind the aisle. You've honestly never seen someone look so relieved in your life.

"Thank you so, so much!" he says excitedly, putting his hand over his chest. "Oh my God, I thought he was going to kill me. You saved my life. My heroine!"

Now that he's standing close to you under proper light, you can't help but disagree with his brother.

This man right here is anything but stupid-looking.

Albeit shorter than the other, you notice that he has… well… nice body proportions. His skin is so ridiculously clear that it reminds you of fine chinese porcelain (it makes you feel self aware of your own oily skin and you quietly regret not exfoliating your face those last few weeks). When he smiles, his eyes almost completely close, which makes him look somehow cute. However, the thing that most draws your attention is his lips. They're just so… plump. And healthy. You can notice the subtle gloss of lip balm.

His clothes are quite simple - white buttoned shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black pants -, but you see the little Prada written on his belt and yet again you see the huge golden Rolex on his wrist - like his brother, everything about him screams I am rich.

On top of that, he smells good.

You're conflicted.

You don't know if you're feeling attracted to him or if you're just plain jealous.

Quirking your eyebrow up, you cross your arms. "Well, I also felt that he was going to kill you. You must've done something really bad."

"Oh, no. My brother hates me for simply existing in the same space as him." He says it so light-heartedly that you don't know if he's serious or not. He lifts the shattered phone in his hand. "Also, I stole his phone, so… I think his reaction was fair this time."

Oh.

"I would have wanted to kill you, too." you blurt out in pure honesty.

He laughs again, covering his mouth with his fist and slightly throwing his head back. He's the type that laughs with his entire body. Does this man know how to fake laughter very well or does he genuinely think everything is funny?

"Don't bother! This is one of his phones. I just gained some time before he can call my parents." You can't help but frown. Did he seriously destroy his brother's phone just so he couldn't call his parents? "Anyway, I'm sure he left. I think I should, too."

"Yeah. Hm… Good night. And good luck with your psycho brother." You say awkwardly, starting to feel a little weirded out by him - because when he looks at people, he actually looks at them. Like. For real.

"Thank you. Good night!"

He opens the front door and only leaves after peeking his head outside to check if his brother isn’t sneakily waiting for him, waving at you cutely.

You stand there for some moments, putting your hands on your waist.

Well.

This is one more situation that will make you say "you won't guess what happened to me this time" to your friends; now, two handsome rich guys were playing mortal hide and seek during your shift. And you think it'll be just it - another strange story to your list about people you're never seeing again.

This time, though, you're wrong.

It's around the same time at night when, once again, your eye catches silver hair walking into the store.

You feel forced to put your textbook down this time.

He smiles and waves excitedly. Today, he wears a red turtleneck under a long black coat, black pants and leather black shoes that look very expensive. He takes off his sunglasses as he walks in (sunglasses at 1AM? Really?). "Hello!"

You stare at him, straight-faced, for long moments.

"May I help you?" You can't hide your suspiciousness.

"I just decided to drop by and say hello to my heroine!"

Oh no. He really is a weirdo.

"Okay." You're speaking and moving slowly as if you're facing a dangerous and angry dog. "Hello."

He nods, still smiling.

You watch as the silver-haired man puts his hands on the pockets of his coat, trying to fake a nonchalant act, and slowly walks around the store, humming quietly. He looks at every shelf and refrigerator but it's obvious that he's not searching for anything in particular.

It goes on for a few minutes.

It's painful to watch.

Finally, he comes to the cashier holding a can of Pringles and a Coke, making you get up from your chair. He pays for the items with a black card that feels heavy when you take it on your fingers.

"Do you want a plastic bag?" You ask, as usual.

He takes around two seconds to reply.

"No. I'm… I'm eating it here."

You stare at each other in silence.

"Are you hiding from your brother again?"

"Yes." His shoulders drop as he says this, finally letting go of his façade. "Can I just stay for some time? I know he won't search for me here again. I won't bother you, I promise!"

He sounds whiny. Like a little kid begging for more cookies.

This grown ass man is literally pouting at you.

You exhale heavily. "Alright. No problem, I guess." You still eye him suspiciously as he sighs and smiles, relieved. He does have a pretty smile. "Are you sure your brother isn't a gang leader?"

"No. He's just unbearable." He taps his fingers on the counter. "Do you… have a stool or something?"

You blink. "A stool?"

He tilts his head awkwardly. "Yes. I don't wanna sit on the floor again."

Oh. Sure.

There is actually a tiny stool hidden under the counter. You give it to him and he puts it on the other side of the cashier counter, happily sitting on it and opening the Pringles can.

You sit back, still moving slowly. This situation is awkward.

“Do you want some?” He offers you, his cheeks full and his eyes round. You shake your head.

“No, thank you.”

He just keeps eating in silence for a few moments, humming happily as he chews.

Your eyes slowly fall back over the textbook.

“Oh! I didn’t even tell you my name! That’s so rude,” he says out of sudden with - once again - a type of excitement similar to a child’s. You don’t know if it’s cute or creepy at this point. “I’m Jimin. What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” He repeats your name under his breath, nodding.

Silence.

You lay your eyes on the textbook once more. Everything you hear is the quiet sound of him chewing his crunchy chips.

“What are you reading?”

When you lift your head again, he’s kinda closer than he was a second ago. His eyes are gleaming with curiosity, stretching his neck to try to see a glimpse of it.

Awkwardly, you close it to show him the cover. “Hm… I’m just studying.”

He scowls. “Tax law? God, that's awful. What’s your major, by the way?”

“Economics.”

He chuckles.

You cross your arms slowly, frowning. “What’s funny about it?”

“Nothing.” He licks his fingertips. “It’s just that… I think of old bald men with huge goggles when I hear the word accountant. I don’t imagine someone like you.”

“Is this a compliment?” You quirk one eyebrow up.

“Half and half. This kinda makes you boring.”

You stare at him in silence.

Is this dude you just met calling you boring?

“Well, I’m sorry if my attempt at having a better life sounds boring to you.”

“Don’t get me wrong!” He’s quick to say, waving his hands. “It’s just that… all the math… and sitting behind a desk your whole life, reading papers, analyzing numbers… it sounds terrible.” He scowls as if he has a lemon inside of his mouth.

“It doesn’t sound terrible to me.” You defend yourself. “I like when things are organized and working the way they should.”

He licks his lips. That was a little bit distracting.

“I have a different mindset.” He explains. “I’m a free spirit, you know? I don’t like feeling tied like that. The idea of being just a gear inside of a big company that gives two shits about you is suffocating.”

“Really? And what’s your profession?” Honestly, you don’t even think he went to college.

“International Relations.”

You snort. “And doesn’t it mean that you have to be a gear inside of a big company to work with something like that?”

“I know.” He nods vehemently, lifting his eyebrows. “And I hate it.”

“Why did you major it, then?”

“It wasn’t really my choice.” He taps his fingers over the counter. “My family wants me to be in their business, you know.”

You watch him in silence.

As curious as you are to know why the hell does this man keep hiding from his brother, you kind of feel that he’s even more eager to tell you what’s going on.

“That’s why you’re hiding?” You bet. Jimin clicks his tongue.

“Kinda. If they find me, they’ll definitely force me into a position.” He sighs tiredly. “They don’t understand that I’m not like my older brother! He wants to be CEO or whatever. Why don't they just let him carry the family business if he wants it so bad? I was never interested in the first place!” He pouts a lot as he talks. It's stupid - everything about this guy feels a little bit over the top; definitely not the type you'd normally be into -, but you have to control yourself not to stare at his lips all the time.

You shake your head incredulously and rest your back on the chair.

“Why do I feel that you’re judging me?” Jimin asks, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

“Because I am.” You say. “I would love to be forced into an important position in a big company. What’s your family’s business, by the way?”

“The Aurum Steel Company. I don’t know if you’ve heard of it.” He says nonchalantly.

You gasp.

“Aurum Steel Company?! Are you kidding me?” You stare at him, jaw dropped. Sure, it was obvious since the beginning that Jimin was rich… but being the heir of one of the biggest steel companies in the world?! “You know what? I wouldn’t just love to be forced into a position. I would actually kill to be in any position.”

“It’s a freaking steel company! Do you know how boring it is?!” Jimin says as if you’re the crazy one.

“Oh my God. Rich people problems have never been so real.” You shake your head, staring at him wide-eyed. “That’s offensive, even”

“You’re saying this because you don’t know how those people live.” Jimin gesticulates a lot as he speaks. “Being honest, they don’t even have lives at all. They just work, work, work and work. I would honestly rather die.”

"So you don't like to work, basically."

"I never said that." he crosses his arms. "I don't wanna work with that."

"Then, what do you want to work with? Maybe you could convince your parents to leave you alone if you give them enough of an excuse."

He leans his elbow on the counter and rests his face on his palm, thoughtful. "I don't think they'll accept any excuse at all. You see, they kinda let me do whatever I wanted to do for the past few years. My dad was like, 'it's okay if you want to enjoy life for now, but some time you'll have to assume your responsibilities.'" He deepens his voice, mimicking his father's voice, which makes you want to laugh. "I've been living overseas and all. But… now that I turned 25, they decided to corner me from all sides. They said that if I didn't come back, they would block all of my bank accounts."

"And did they?"

"Yes." he nods. "But I came back, talked to the bank manager and they unblocked it."

"So that's why your parents and brother are mad at you?" you quirk your eyebrow up.

"Yes. They've been hunting me around the city. But I don't want to go see them." Jimin whimpers, dramatically pretending to cry. "Hyungsik found out in which hotel I was, so I had to escape. And that's why I'm here."

You stare at him in silence while he pouts at you.

"Wow. What a tragic life of yours." Jimin nods, closing his eyes. It’s hard to guess if he didn’t get the dripping sarcasm in your tone or if he simply ignored it.

"I know. I don't even have a place to sleep!"

You stare at the Coke he bought resting near his elbow. "Well, I think if you want to escape, you'll have to figure out a place to sleep and leave real soon."

He frowns. "Why? Are you kicking me out?"

"No. It's just that you used a credit card to buy those things. If they're really hunting you down, they must probably already know that you bought something here."

Jimin freezes.

His eyes widen.

"Shit!" he swears under his breath and gets up in a jump. "I'm so fucking stupid!"

"Do you want me to agree or…?"

"Don't." He takes the Pringles can and - believe it or not - manages to smile once again. "Thank you for letting me stay again, Y/N!"

He waves goodbye and runs out of the store.

Again, the only noise to fill your ears is the buzz of the refrigerators. You sigh and open the Coke he left behind, drinking a little bit.

Whiny millionaire man complains about having responsibilities and runs away.

One more goes to your list.

It’s not like you totally weren’t expecting it at this point.

Just like he simply entered the store and acted as if his presence was 100% normal - and even acted as if he had some sort of intimacy with you, spilling his whole life in the span of ten minutes -, he took a place in the back of your thoughts and stayed there throughout the day. The strange, dramatic, spoiled yet charming man.

After spending some years of your life in a private school as a scholarship holder, you unceremoniously learned to hate rich people. Most of your colleagues were spoiled, selfish and arrogant, with only a few exceptions. Sure, being rich doesn’t mean someone is inherently bad. But, as you noticed after years of watching teens cry because their parents won’t take them to Paris this vacation, growing up with so much money makes someone be so self-centered and so unaware of real life problems that it makes them unbearable. As Rousseau said: humans are born just fine, society (capitalism) fucks them up.

Yes, seeing Jimin whine about not wanting to work at his family’s billionaire company sure offended you somehow. Yet… there was something different about him. Some type of naivety and honesty that refrained you from hating his guts.

The fact that he’s stupidly handsome and has the prettiest lips you’ve ever seen in your life helps? Of course.

So… Yeah. You kind of were expecting him to show up again.

It made you feel stupid. What, do you think you’re in a cliche drama now?, you scolded yourself as you sat behind the counter, ready to start the long shift. Hot millionaire falls for poor hardworking girl?

You probably shouldn’t get your hopes high.

So, as you go about your nightly routine - wipe the floor, feed the dog, restock the refrigerators, throw expired food away, serve two customers in the span of three hours -, you sometimes peek at the front door, expecting to see silver hair walking in.

At around 2AM, he indeed shows up.

This time, you fully drop your textbook, a deep frown covering your features.

Jimin looks… different.

First of all - his hair is a mess. Not perfectly styled at all. He wears a pink oversized hoodie, blue patterned pajama pants that do not match in any way, socks and flip flops. No earrings, no rings, no watch on his wrist.

On top of that, it looks like he either discovered all of the world’s dirtiest secrets or was chased by Satan himself.

He’s pale. His eyes are widened by default.

You watch, frozen, as Jimin opens the first refrigerator he sees, takes a water bottle, walks on a bee line to the cashier, slams some money over the counter and sits on the stool.

He literally gulps the whole water bottle in, like, five seconds - then stares blankly at nothing.

You don’t move for a few moments.

“Are you okay?” you finally ask hesitantly. “It looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“My parents want me to get married.” He blurts out.

You almost choke.

“What?!”

“They found a candidate.” He holds the empty pet bottle so tightly that it smashes. “My brother told me that they want to arrange everything as fast as they can.”

You simply stare at him, jaw-dropped, for more time than you can process.

“This can’t be serious.” You say, tilting your head slowly. “Maybe your brother was messing with you.”

“Hyungsik is not the type that messes around with people.” Jimin says, shaking his head.

“They can’t force you into marrying someone. What, are we in the XIX century?” You cross your arms. It sounds so fucking surreal.

“Their minds are stuck in the XIX century. And this type of thing is much more common than you think.” Jimin exhales and rests his head on his hands. “I’m so fucked up!”

“Well, you… you can not agree with them.” You weakly try to elaborate. “You can say no.”

For the first time, Jimin lifts his head and looks at you as if you just said the stupidest thing in the world.

“Yeah, I could say no and have my name erased from the testament. Actually, they’ll block all of my accounts for real the moment I say no.”

“But you have some savings of your own, right? I mean, your own money, right?”

Jimin goes silent.

It hits you… Jimin is so rich that he never even considered not having money. Why would someone with “endless” money save money?

“Wow. You really are fucked up.”

“I have a little money saved!” He tries to defend himself. “But I think what I have is enough to pay my apartment’s rent...”

“You could, I don’t know… be like 99% of the world’s population and find a job to sustain yourself.” You shrug.

He, once again, stares at you as if you just said something very stupid.

“Aw, come one. You’re making things harder.” You whine.

“They’re making things harder!” He grabs his own hair as if he wants to rip it out. “I either chain myself to a company I hate or to some random woman for the rest of my life!”

You, once again, fall silent as Jimin whimpers as if in physical pain. You can see his side of things - it’s easy to tell someone to live independently and find a job, but honestly, if you’re a stupidly rich person going through the risk of losing all of your fortune, would it really be an easy decision?

Hesitantly, you lean closer to him. Why are you even caring to give advice to a man you barely know anyway?

“Have you ever tried talking things out with them, Jimin?” You ask in a quieter voice. “Have you ever been honest to them?”

He crosses his arms over the counter and rests his chin on them. Although his hair looks like a bird nest, he still somehow manages to look cute. “They would never listen to me or accept me. They’re so… ugh.” He rolls his eyes. “They’ll never understand that I don’t want to work in an office for the rest of my life. They won’t understand that I would never marry someone because of business. I know many people that are in fake marriages like that and all of them have affairs. I’m sure my parents would say, it’s not even real! Why are you hesitating so much?, but, look, call me old-fashioned, but I kinda wanna marry someone someday because I like them, you know?” Once again, he ruffles his own hair. “And what if I want to marry a guy? My parents would try to fucking exorcise me! That’s how backwards they are!”

You gulp, starting to feel honestly sorry for him.

“Well… I don’t know what to say.” you shrug. He sighs, pouting, and looks at you.

“You don’t have to say anything, really. Just the fact that you’re listening to me already helps.”

You frown a little bit. “Why did you come here again, anyway?”

“Because any of my ‘friends’ would say I’m being dramatic and that a fake marriage isn’t a big deal.” He’s pouting so much that his voice comes out a bit muffled. “I had a feeling that someone normal like you wouldn’t think like that.”

You lift your eyebrows. “Someone normal. I don’t know if I should feel offended.”

“I just don’t know what to do!” He completely ignores your last sentence, ruffling his hair violently and tapping his feet on the floor like a kid throwing a tantrum. “If there was anything I could do to at least delay their plans!”

“You’re saying as if they’ll make a surprise wedding tomorrow.”

“That’s kinda it! Hyungsik said that they want to introduce me to this random girl at their wedding anniversary next week!”

“Wow.” You rest on the chair back once again, silently thanking the Heavens for not being in his shoes. “With all due respect, your parents really suck.”

“I know!” He growls painfully and rests his cheek on the counter. You think of a sad puppy as you watch him. “If I could at least convince them a little bit… make them believe that I’m a responsible adult…” at least he recognizes he isn’t. “If I did something that would make them give up introducing me to this girl, at least for now…”

Jimin mumbles his own pain quietly for a few seconds.

Then, you see the exact moment an idea crosses his mind.

He freezes.

His eyes widen.

Then, he looks at you.

Really looks at you.

Slowly, Jimin straightens his back.

“If I showed up to their wedding anniversary with someone… someone that looks like a decent, nice person, someone that put me on the right path… if I seemed to be so in love with this decent and nice person that they would feel embarrassed to introduce me to the girl…”

You feel the corners of your lips going down as you nod accordingly. “Do you think it would make them give up?”

“Yes. At least for some time.” He says quietly and slowly.

“It still sounds pretty fucked up, but if it’s the best solution you would have for now…” You shrug, nodding.

“Mh-hmm.” Jimin nods.

Silence.

He’s still staring at you.

You frown. “What?”

Jimin keeps silent.

You finally notice it.

The tiniest ghost of a smile in his lips. His eyes gleaming with mischief.

It hits you.

“No.” You shake your head vehemently. “No fucking way.”

“Aw, come on, Y/N!” He brings the stool closer to you, so much that now he sits right in front of you. “Do you have a boyfriend? A girlfriend?”

"No."

"Then why not?"

“Because- no!” You’re borderline hyperventilating. “It’s just absurd!”

“But you agreed that it’s a good idea!”

“Well, not with me included!” You cross your arms, as if protecting yourself from this crazy man. “Why me anyway?! I just don’t fit this role!”

“Why not?” He asks again, tilting his head. “You’re perfect for the role!”

“Well, first of all, I’m fucking broke. Do you think your parents would approve of you dating someone that owns anything but unpaid bills and a goldfish?!”

“Y/N, listen.” He puts his opened palms over the counter. His eyes are gleaming way too much. He’s excited. “My father has a heart of stone, but my mother… well, she also has a heart of stone, but let’s say that, hm, it’s eroded? Like, if you press really hard, she kinda gives in.” Okay. His metaphor was a little bit impressive. “She wouldn’t like to see me dating a poor girl, but if said poor girl is actually a dream girl that knocks some sense into her son’s reckless head, she would soften! My mom likes rom-coms, I know what I’m saying!”

“Dream girl?” You snort. “I’m anything but a dream girl.”

“I’m 100% sure that you’re on summer break and yet there you are, reading a freaking textbook about tax law. What’s more perfect than the image of a humble, hardworking person? Sure, at first mom will say you’re a gold digger, but after she gets to know you…”

“Oh my God- stop. Just stop. I’m not doing this.” You wave your hands. If you still had any doubts that Jimin is crazy, now you have none.

He tilts his head, quirking one eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you don’t wanna do this because you’re the low self-esteem type? Come on, you’re pretty. Basic, but pretty.”

Your jaw automatically drops. If looks could kill, he would be dead.

“Did you just call me basic?!”

Jimin sends you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, but I can’t see an ounce of style in you. This ponytail is especially awful.”

“I fucking work in a convenience store! Of course I won’t get all dressed up!”

“Really?” You hate the way he quirks that damn eyebrow. “What about the split ends of your hair?”

You immediately feel yourself holding your own hair, as if hiding it from him. Your body heats up in anger. “Who are you to talk about my split ends?! Your hair is so dry that it looks like fucking hay. I can see the black roots from miles away!”

“Look, I’m having a pretty stressful week. It’s not like I had a lot of time to take care of myself.” Jimin crosses his arms defensively. “Besides, I’m going to the hair salon tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, yeah? You’re having a stressful week, I have a stressful life.” You pat your feet on the floor impatiently. “And no, I’m not ‘the low self-esteem’ type. I’m fucking pretty.”

“I know.”

There’s something about the way he agrees with you so quickly that makes your stomach drop for a second.

Just for a second.

“Anyway.” You clean your throat, adjusting your position on the chair. “You said yourself that you’re against fake relationships, didn’t you?”

“I said I’m against fake marriage. A life-long thing. We’ll pretend to be dating for a weekend.”

“And you think your parents will believe this theatrical act in a weekend?”

“I see them once a year. Sometimes twice. They don’t spend enough time with me to know me that well at all.” He presses his palms together and puts them in front of his face as if praying, looking at you with round, begging eyes. “Please, Y/N! All of my other girl friends are too well-known, no one would believe in me. It’s just three days! Besides, it’ll be fun, I promise! My parents booked a resort in Hawaii this year-”

You choke on thin air.

“Hawaii?!”

“I know, right? Last year it was in the Alps. Personally I prefer a tropical place much more-”

“Wait, wait.” You raise your hands, making him finally stop. “Are you seriously talking about a resort in Hawaii?!”

Jimin nods. He is serious. “See? A weekend in Hawaii! It’ll be great, right?”

“No.”

He throws his hands up and groans. “Sweet Jesus, what do I have to do to convince you?!”

“First- I don’t even have a passport.”

“I can get it in time for you. We still have a week.”

“Second- my job. If you don’t know how jobs work, you can’t simply tell your boss ‘hey, I’m spending three days in Hawaii’ out of sudden!”

“I can also-”

He stops as if choking on his own words.

Once again, you see his eyes gleaming - and you shiver as you realize that he had another (probably awful) idea.

Jimin leans his arm on the counter, a determined smirk on his lips.

“Yesterday you told me that you’d kill to have a position in my family’s company, isn’t it? Alright, then. If you go on this trip with me, I’ll give you a job in the company.”

Silence.

You think of your egg-sized apartment. You think of eating noodles constantly because it's what you can afford on a daily basis and the gastritis you’ll probably develop because of it. You think of the same old tennis shoes you wear everyday because you either buy your noodles or you save it to buy new ones. You think of working on this night shift that gave you an awful sleeping routine and purple bags around your eyes.

And, for the first time, you seriously consider doing this.

“Are you serious?” You ask with suspicion.

“Of course.” Seeing your sudden interest, he gets excited. “The company has a lot of those trainee programs. I’m sure I can put you in the financial department easily.”

“But… but if we’re going to pretend that we’re dating, won’t it be weird that your girlfriend will join the company as a trainee?”

“Do you know how many people work there? My family doesn’t even bother to know who works for them, except for the higher positions. You don’t have to work at the headquarters, either. They’ll never know.”

More tense silence.

You bounce your leg nervously, passing your hand on the back of your neck. I can’t believe I’m considering this. I don’t even know this guy at all. He might just be a freaking psychopath.

Jimin stares at you expectantly. Damn, this guy really likes to stare at people.

You should take your own morals in consideration. Are you seriously selling yourself to this spoiled manchild? Is it that easy to take things from you? Weren’t you the type to hate rich people and capitalism overall and-

Fuck it.

“A weekend, right?”

“Right.” He nods.

“Three days, right?”

“Right.”

“We impress your parents, convince them that you’re a changed guy, then you find me a job and leave me alone.”

“I’m not so sure about the leaving you alone part, but yeah, exactly.” You frown.

“And why wouldn’t you leave me alone?”

“Well, you might fall in love with me. Who knows?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

You roll your eyes, making him giggle.

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

Before you can fully comprehend the consequences of your actions, you sigh heavily and nod.

“Alright. I’m in.”

Jimin claps his hands excitedly, opening the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.

“You really are my heroine, Y/N!” He extends his arm over the counter. “We have a deal!”

You gulp and shake his hand firmly.

Your friends will definitely get shocked when you tell them the newest strange thing happening in your life:

You accept to fake date whiny millionaire man mentioned previously.

The list is increasing rapidly.

“You better do what you promised, otherwise I’m killing you.” You threaten very seriously.

Jimin laughs and - once again - quirks that damn eyebrow up.

“Of course. I wouldn’t let my girlfriend down.”

He fucking bites his bottom lip.

A heat creeps the back of your neck.

God.

You’re in trouble.

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[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

How much water do I think the companions drink:

Cait:

….what’s water?

Cuire:

Does her best to drink the exact recommended amount but usually ends up forgetting to do so despite being the hydration police to everyone else..like come on..clean water isn’t the easiest to come by, chill.

Danse:

So long as he’s not out on recon and can afford the supply expenditure, you best better believe this man is staying on point with his hydration.

Deacon:

Eh..it really depends. He’ll drink water when he has to but really prefers sweet, succulent, cherry nuka cola.

Gage:

Absolutely minimal water. This man has become one with nuka cola.

Hancock:

…….

Macready:

Look elsewhere- he doesn’t care how much you nag him either, drinking water is a damn chore in his eyes

Maxson:

Depending upon how the day is treating him- it’s either knocking back glasses of water or vodka. Who’s to say which is which and when?

Nick:

Does he really count? He doesn’t “need” to..

Piper:

A damn hypocrite. She’ll preach about how everyone should stay hydrated but in reality? It’s all coffee, wine, and nuka cola for her.

Preston:

Actually is really good about staying on top of being hydrated. He drinks his healthy share of water when it’s available

X6-88:

Duh- man drinks the adequate amount to stay at peak physical capability

[glxssylaufey]

Mischief Maker - Chapter 2

a/n: i’m sorry this is a bit longer than usual ahh! i also apologize if the writing is a little bad or if there’s any mistakes, i tried my best :) also i apologize if you’re not on the taglist, it didn’t let me tag some of you. anyways, enjoy!

summary: loki x reader ; The time has come to attend Stark’s party. How will the reader handle Loki’s mischief?

word count: 5,156

warnings: mentions of alcohol and drinking, mentions of bullying, language, slightly spicy hehe

taglist: @alex-sulli @delightfulheartdream @mademoiselledubois @destructivebliss @kingtwhiddleston @madcrazy50 @rachel-voychuk

It was no secret that Tony Stark loved to make a grand entrance to everything he does. This morning was no exception. The time was around 8:15 when Tony practically kicked your door down to rip your blinds open. Sometimes you almost felt as if he was just another father figure in your life.

“Rise and shine!” he announced, forcing sunlight into your room. “We have a big day today, Y/N, c’mon!” he spoke as he continued to shake you awake. You lazily blinked open your eyes, groaning when Tony ripped your blankets from you. You already knew what he was here for.

“Alright, whatcha got for me?” Tony asked as he looked for the paintings he had requested the night before. You sighed.

“A headache, that’s what I have for you.” you replied, shoving your face back into your pillow.

“No, you’re not allowed to have a headache.” he simply stated. “Let me guess, you don’t have any paintings picked out?” You sat up on your bed, rolling your eyes when you saw Tony standing in the middle of your room with his arms crossed like a child.

“I can pick some out in literally five minutes, Tony, just let me wake up.” you said waving your hand at him, hoping he’d be satisfied with your answer.

“Yeah? Well make it quick, I don’t have all day.” he argued, walking towards your door. “By the way, breakfast is ready.” Tony said in a sing-song voice before leaving your room. You simply hummed in response, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Today was going to be difficult, you already knew. Even though you were agreeing to spend your time with bidding paintings at the party, you still had your heart set on sneaking Loki in somehow. You were just stumped on how you would get that to happen.

~

After a morning of much needed breakfast, you got ready to face the day. Tony had asked both you and Natasha to go to the store to pick up a long list of supplies for the party. So there you stood, scanning the store’s large selection of alcohol bottles, not knowing which one Tony would want.

“What does he have on the list?” you ask, turning to Nat. She quickly scanned through the dramatically large catalog and shrugged.

“Just whatever looks good, I guess.” she replied before looking back to the shelves. Without another word, Natasha settled for three huge bottles of vodka. You don’t argue, seeing as you were just as clueless as to what Tony would want. “So tell me, what’s been going on with you?” she asks suddenly. You both proceeded to explore the store for whatever else the list requested.

“Oh, you know.” you paused. “The usual.” What ‘the usual’ was, you had no idea. Your life hasn’t exactly been normal since Thor had brought Loki into the Avengers Tower.

“Like what, painting pretty pictures and babysitting gods?” Nat laughed, plopping a case of Coca-Cola into the shopping cart. You were about to protest against her teasing when you realized that truly was what you have been doing for the past two days.

“Yeah, pretty much.” you admitted with a sigh. Natasha chuckled, before a moment of silence.

“How’s Loki?” she asked suddenly. The question made you tense up. It wasn’t that you hated talking about Loki, just something about him made your mind go blank.

“He’s fine.” you replied plainly. You then noticed Nat raise an eyebrow at you as if she knew that you were hiding something. Which she did, of course. You opted to continue, not seeing a point in lying to your friend or yourself. “He’s not as awful as everyone claims him to be. I think he’s just misunderstood.” you persuaded. Natasha nodded, listening intently.

“What makes you think that?” she questioned. That’s when you realized Natasha only knew the Loki that had invaded New York city, much like everyone else. She only saw the villain of the story and not the god that you saw up on the hill. That’s when you began to pour your heart out.

“Yesterday when I took him outside, I saw a side of him that I don’t think anyone else has seen before. He told me stories about Asgard and it sounded like so much more than just some ancient legend. It seemed so normal. He seemed so normal.” you explained, almost passionately. “I don’t know, Nat. I think he’s actually really sweet.” you admitted. Natasha’s eyes went wide.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you like him!” she gasped. Your heart practically stopped at her accusation. There’s no way that you had feelings for the God of Mischief.

“Oh my- absolutely not!” you stammered. “I’m just simply being kind!” you insisted. You could feel your face burning, undoubtedly displaying your embarrassment.

“Y/N, you cannot like Loki, that’s insane!” Nat declared. You could practically feel the stares from the other people in the store, considering how loud the two of you were being.

“I just said I don’t!” you corrected her.

“But you most certainly are lying!” Natasha accused, halting the shopping cart.

“I’m not.”

“Say that to me with a straight face then.”

“Nat, PUSH. THE. CART.”

“HA! I knew it!”

You both continued to bicker and squabble for the rest of the shopping trip. It wasn’t until you and Natasha reached the checkout line that the childlike arguing returned back to its normal conversational tone.

“Oh god, what will Tony think?” Natasha said with a gasp. You groaned, covering your face with your hands. The longer you listened to her babble on about Loki, the more you realized she could be right. You admit, Loki was a fairly attractive person. Plus his gentlemanly charm didn’t help your case much. Oh, who were you kidding? Loki was downright gorgeous and you knew it. No matter how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise, you knew that you were slowly catching feelings for the god.

“Tony can’t know, he’d have a fit.” you spoke almost in a whisper, as if Tony was listening to your conversation.

“Oh, so you admit it? You do have a crush on Loki?” Natasha asked eagerly.

“N-no! Well, yes, but you can’t say a word about it!” you pleaded almost in disbelief at what you had just admitted. You had a crush on the almighty Loki and there was no denying it. Natasha simply giggled like a school girl.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” she assured you. Except the way she continued to smile about it the whole car ride home showed that she was going to have a difficult time keeping your secret.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Romanoff, nobody can know!” you suddenly said as she drove the two of you back to the Avengers Tower.

“I’m sorry, I just have to say it.” she started. You shook your head, knowing this conversation wouldn’t end anytime soon. “You should try to make a move tonight.” she suggested, giving you a smug smirk.

“Oh c’mon, you know he’s not allowed at the party.” you claimed. “But I have been thinking about ways to sneak him in tonight.” Natasha mocked a gasp.

“Y/N, how scandalous of you.” she poked fun at you, causing you to giggle. “I must say though, I think you can absolutely do better.” she suddenly stated, making your jaw drop slightly.

“What do you mean?” you asked, slightly put out.

“Loki is a mass murderer!” Natasha indicated. “Not to mention he’s tortured our friends and acts like a complete asshole.” she continued. You wave your hand at her in an attempt to silence her.

“Like I said, he’s changed.” you defended. Natasha didn’t respond, leaving you two in silence. After some time, you thought of your task to sell your paintings at the party. You decided that it could be best if you were to just leave Loki in his room. Plus, it’s not like everything Natasha had said wasn’t true. Perhaps it's for the best that you don’t get too close with the terrorist of New York.

~

Third Person POV:

Loki watched his brother pace the floor as he sat on the bed, pondering ways to sneak himself into the party. The longer they allowed time to pass by, the more hopeless Loki began to feel.

“We’re short on time brother, this won’t work.” Loki sighed. “I say we just go with my idea.” he suggested. Thor gave him a stern look and crossed his arms.

“Loki, we are not going to tie up one of the party members to disguise yourself as them.” Thor lectured his brother. Loki scoffed at Thor’s statement. After a bit more pacing, Thor snapped his fingers as a scheme formed in his mind.

“But perhaps disguises are not such a terrible idea after all!” Thor quipped with a large grin. Loki raised his eyebrow at Thor, signaling him to continue with his thought. “Think back to when we were children. That trick you always played on me when you would transform yourself into a snake just to stab me.” Thor explained with slight annoyance in his voice, remembering those times of his childhood.

“If you’re suggesting I slither into the event as a snake, I don’t think the midgardians would be too pleased with serpents being let loose in the building.” Loki glared at Thor, thinking it was a poor idea.

“Yes, but that’s only if you are caught.” Thor urged with a devious smile. He knew his younger brother was always up for a challenge and this task seemed perfect for him. Loki gave the thought a second chance before chuckling to himself.

“Excuse me, brother.” Loki sighed, standing up from the bed. “I have a party to attend.”

~

Stark’s party was full to the brim with people. You had already known ahead of time that the event would be completely packed, yet the amount of people still managed to astonish you. So there you were, greeting people as they walked in. You gave warm smiles and shook hands with the ones who offered it. After some friendly greetings, you were approached by Tony who had ushered you away from the entrance. You expected nothing less from him.

“Alright Y/N, this is your deadline. Where’s the paintings?” he asked, feigning impatience.

“Relax, Tony, I’ve got everything set up by the bar.” you advised him, gesturing towards your stand which displayed the art.

“Oh good, because I’ve already promised like four people that I had museum quality shit here.” he shared quickly, walking towards your platform. You roll your eyes and dramatically sigh at Tony.

“Of course you have.” you said, following him. “Well I suppose I should get to work then.” you said, observing the line of people in front of the small stage.

“Good thinking. Thanks again, Picasso.” Tony thanked you, giving you a quick pat on the shoulder before sauntering over to a large group of people. You took a step onto the platform and strolled over to the small microphone displayed on a stand for you. Everyone took note of your presence and gave their full attention to you. You looked out to the crowd before sighing. As much as you weren’t in the mood to converse with a large amount of people, you always had an open heart for Tony.

“Hello, everyone!” you greeted into the microphone. “My name is Y/N and I am the creator of these paintings presented before you today. Let’s just start with a little bit of browsing, shall we?” you suggested, hoping the crowd would see eye to eye with your proposal. Much to your relief, they did, nodding their heads with agreement. “Great! Bidding will start in ten minutes.” you announced before turning the microphone off. You sighed in relief, happy you had extra time for yourself. In all honesty, you just needed time to get a drink. You were convinced you could never survive a Stark party without some sort of alcohol to give you an extra confidence boost. As you made your way to the bar, you were halted by no other than your friend Thor. He was dressed quite dapper, yet casual enough to give him easy mobility.

“Ah, Y/N! So lovely to see you.” he greeted, with a beer bottle in his hand.

“Thor, it’s great to see you too.” you nodded at him with a cordial smile. “You look striking tonight.” you complimented.

“Oh, you’re too kind. You look very well put together yourself.” Thor chuckled, giving you a friendly wink. You were wearing a nicely fitted red dress that fell right above your knees with lace to give it alluring details. You also wore black heels to give you an extra two or so inches.

“Thank you very much.” you blushed, giving him a curt nod. You began to walk away to retrieve a drink from the bar, but it seemed Thor had different plans. He quickly stepped in front of you, halting you in your tracks.

“One more thing!” Thor announced. “I believe my drink requires a refill.” he explained waving his empty bottle almost nervously. You chuckle lightly, wondering why he was telling you this.

“Are you asking me to get you another beer, Odinson?” you snicker. Thor’s eyes widen as he begins to stammer for the right words.

“No, no! My apologies, I’m perfectly capable of getting my own drink. I’d just like for you to join me.” he specified, gesturing towards the bar, awkwardly smiling.

“Oh!” you exclaimed in delight. You felt having your friend to accompany you would help ease your mind. “I’d like that, thank you.” you said as you started to walk. Thor followed closely next to you with a beaming smile.

Everything was going perfectly.

Once you reached the bar you took a seat on one of the tall bar stools. You were scanning the menu when Thor set his empty bottle on the counter before taking a step away from the bar.

“Please excuse me, Lady Y/N. I believe Stark has called for me.” Thor stated quickly. Confused, you turned to look at the large mass of people Tony was talking to. You could’ve sworn Tony hadn’t even paid attention to anything but his guests. Before you could question anything, Thor had already quickly turned to walk the opposite direction. You sighed, turning back towards the bar when you realized there wasn’t even a bartender to tend to you.

“Well this was useless.” you muttered to yourself. As you were about to stand from your seat, Thor’s beer bottle began to shake. You froze, thinking your eyes were just playing tricks on you. Suddenly, a small snake began to crawl out of the bottle and onto the counter. You gasped, jumping from your seat in shock. Surely you were imagining things. The green scaly creature paused to curiously look up at you then turned to slowly slither down the opposite side of the bar. You approached the bar once more, peeking over the top of the counter to search for the snake. Then with a green glow, the snake quickly transformed into the one and only Loki Laufeyson. He simply sighed, brushing off his gorgeously tailored black suit and looked up at you.

“Good evening.” he greeted casually. Your mouth hung open, completely caught off guard at what you had just witnessed.

“Loki, you- how- you aren't supposed to be here!” you stumbled your words in confusion.

“Yes, but was it not you who said I shouldn’t be cooped up in my chambers all day?” Loki snorted playfully. You had no possible way to protest. Instead you resorted to looking around to make sure nobody was looking in your direction. This earned a barely audible groan from Loki. “I presume you wish for me to change back and slither my way back to my room then?” he questioned.

“No!” you declared maybe a little too quickly. “It’s okay, you can stay.” you said trying to remain calm. Loki smiled at how flustered you were, finding it almost amusing.

“Verywell.” he settled calmly. “Now, my lady, may I offer you a drink?” he suggested with a tone that gave you uncontrollable butterflies. You blushed at his offer with a nervous smile.

“I think a red wine will suffice, thank you.” you replied as naturally as you possibly could. Though of course it was a difficult task trying to keep calm. Loki just nodded and turned to prepare your glass. You couldn’t help but look over your shoulder to be sure nobody was watching you. You knew that Stark practically had eyes everywhere, not to mention anybody could easily take a glance at Loki and recognize him from New York. Because of this, you spoke the first thing that came to your mind.

“Loki, we have to get out of here.” you uttered straightforward. He paused pouring your glass of wine to give you a puzzled look. “Tony is bound to realize that you’re here. Plus the bartender could come back at any moment.” you told him, quickly standing to your feet. Loki just nodded before setting the wine bottle down with a slightly disappointed sigh.

“Lead the way then.” Loki said almost in a testing tone. Without another word, the same green glow from earlier masked over his body and changed him back into his serpent form. Loki snaked back into the beer bottle that he had once emerged from, hinting for you to carry him as Thor did. You grabbed the bottle from the counter and turned to walk from the bar. Where you were headed was beyond you. At this point, you were simply just trying to get away from the crowd of people. As you walked, you looked down at the empty beer bottle to be sure Loki sat comfortably in his glass container. He simply looked up at you and poked his tongue out at you in response. As a result of not watching where you were walking, you ended up walking right into a woman’s body, nearly knocking her over. You gasp, taking a step back from the mystery person.

“I am so sorry!” you exclaimed before quickly looking down into the beer bottle to affirm Loki was okay. Though what you were not expecting was a familiar voice to respond to your apologies.

“Well would you look at who it is.” the woman spoke with a chuckle. “You were always quite a clumsy girl.” she remarked. When you looked up to identify the woman, you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your mouth.

“Alice Weaver!” you exclaimed. You didn’t know who to expect the woman to be, but it certainly wasn’t her. Alice was a girl you had met back in highschool. She had insisted on devoting her teenage years to making yours miserable. It had started when her boyfriend at the time had broken up with her and he attempted to use you as a rebound. Her jealousy for you has been undying ever since.

“It’s so nice to see you again, Y/N!” she grinned, her shrill voice dripping with sarcasm. “How have you been?” she asked.

“I’ve been fine, thanks.” you said, shifting from side to side. You made an attempt to walk past her, but of course she quickly stepped in front of you before you could make any distance.

“Oh good!” she quipped as she looked you up and down. She then caught sight of the beer bottle in your hand. “I never took you for a beer drinker, though.” you panicked a little, hoping she wouldn’t see the small snake hiding inside of it.

“It’s for a friend.” you quickly whipped up an answer. Alice scoffed.

“That’s what they all say, isn’t it?” she questioned, keeping her seemingly sweet smile on display. You gritted your teeth. In all honesty, you were still in shock that she was even here in the first place. “Anyways, I’m sure you’ll be thrilled to hear that I’m actually staying at the compound until tomorrow. I’m here to assist Stark on research.” she went on. You listened in disbelief.

“Research?” you asked plainly, your throat running dry.

“Yes of course, I’m studying engineering and physics.” Alice gushed.

“Wonderful.” you spat as friendly as you could possibly muster. You went to take a step and she walked in front of you yet again.

“Oh, Y/N, shouldn’t you be over there bidding those… pictures?” she said, pointing over towards your stand. “Here, I’ll hold this for you!” she said quickly snatching the beer bottle. You gasped trying your best to grab it back.

“Wait, no! Alice, I need that!” you yelped, struggling to grab the bottle back. You were suddenly pulled back from her, leaving you empty handed.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing?!” Tony whisper-screamed to you, retracting you from Alice. “I have a group of very unhappy people waiting for you. Now stop bugging my student and do your job.” he exclaimed before softly shoving you towards the small stage. Now you were panicking. Tony Stark and your high school nemesis were in possession of Loki and you couldn’t do a single thing about it. So there you were, nervously walking up onto the stage and turning the microphone on.

“I am so sorry for the delay everyone, I ran into some issues.” you spoke to the crowd nervously. “I suppose I’ve kept you all waiting long enough, let’s get started.” you clapped your hands together, trying to seem as normal as possible. As you continued to speak out towards the crowd, you watched from afar as Tony and Alice continued to talk. You could tell by the way the two kept glancing over at you, they were certainly speaking of your behavior. You shakily sighed, going to grab a painting to exhibit it on the easel. Once you were back in front of the microphone you opened your mouth to speak but was abruptly interrupted when you felt something crawl down the back of your neck, causing you to squeak. This earned a suspicious reaction from the people in the crowd. You quickly recomposed yourself when you heard little snake hisses behind your ear. Loki. You were immensely relieved that he managed to sneak out of the bottle. He must have quickly slithered up your arm and up your back when Alice had grabbed the bottle from you. Although you were beyond grateful for his escape, feeling his cold scales on your bare skin made you shutter. You quickly cleared your throat.

“Excuse me, I just am not myself tonight.” you managed to squeak out. “A-anyways, do we have any takers for this piece?” you stuttered out. As you continued to make biddings for your painting, you could feel Loki leisurely slither down your neck and into the back of your dress. You slightly jumped at feeling Loki enter the back of your dress, making your heart race. “Sold!” you nearly barked out, hoping it would get Loki to cease his crawling. It didn’t. He continued down your dress until he rested over the back of your bra. You began to walk as casual as possible to your next art piece. As you bent down to pick it up you felt Loki crawl to the side of your dress towards the cup of your bra. After picking it up, you subtly brushed your bicep over your side, hoping to halt Loki’s movement. With your luck, this seemed to only spur him on. Loki then made haste to sneak into the cup of your bra, causing you to gasp.

“Can we hurry it up, please?” a very impatient man nagged from the audience. You groaned in response, not entirely sure if it was from the man’s remark or Loki.

“M-my apologies, sir.” you apologized, clearly annoyed yourself. “I guess I just have a chill I can’t seem to shake.” you admitted to the audience, but mostly directed towards the small snake currently resting in your bra. You felt him nestled comfortably against your skin, finally stopping to rest. “Next up is one of my personal favorites. Do we have any takers?” you spoke out to the crowd. You continued the bidding, trying the best you could to ignore the fact that Loki Laufeyson, the God of Mischief was presently relaxed in the cup of your bra as a snake. As you continued speaking, you felt him hiss from time to time causing his small forked tongue to brush the skin of your sternum. You swore it made your breath hitch everytime. This continued until every single piece was presented to its new owner. By the end of the night, you ended up with a large amount of cash though you didn’t seem to care much about that. While you granted the very last person your last painting, Stark approached with a drink in his hand. You whined to yourself upon seeing him. You were far too flustered to even deal with his snarky remarks.

“Congrats, Y/N! You got the job done.” Tony joked. You leered at him, walking off the stage.

“Tony, not now.” you said, trying to walk away.

“Oh don’t be such a sour puss, you got loads of cash.” he continued to provoke. “Hold on, I got one more thing for you.” You felt your body stiffen. You sigh, turning on your heels to face Tony.

“What?” you asked plainly. Tony flashed you a smile as he handed you the drink he had come to you with. Whiskey on ice.

“For you, it’s on the house. Just a ‘thank you’ for tonight.” he said, sounding truly genuine. You couldn’t possibly stay mad at him, even if it was Tony Stark. You took the glass from him and returned the smile.

“You’re welcome.” you smiled. Just as you were about to take a sip of your much deserved reward, you felt Loki abruptly start to move again. He began to creep his way out the side of the cup of your bra, passing into the opposite one. This resulted in a yelp that had been caught in your throat all night, startling Tony.

“Y/N, are you-”

“Loki!”

“What?”

“I have to check on Loki!” you quickly shouted setting the drink down. “H-he’s been in his room all night!” you swiftly made an excuse. Thankfully, your excuse was adequate enough for you to get out of there. You swiftly speed walked to the nearest bathroom avoiding any more interruptions. The quicker you moved, the more agitated you could feel Loki getting. As you made your way to the bathroom you could feel him continue to slither around your bra. Once you finally reached the bathroom you slammed the door shut and pulled the hem of your dress away from your chest.

“OUT!” you screamed. Loki listened, crawling out of your bra and down your leg. Once he reached the floor, his magic glow covered him once more, turning him back into his godly self.

“Well…” he panted, clearly shaken up from how speedy you walked. “Could you have moved any faster?” he nearly growled. You could feel your anger rise and your patience snap.

“How is any of this my fault?!” you shouted at him. “What in the hell were you doing, going into my bra like that?” you asked. Loki rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Oh my apologies, in case you didn’t notice, I had nowhere else to go!” he snapped back. You loudly groaned as you covered your face with your hands.

“Tonight was a disaster, all thanks to you!” you argued, pointing a finger at him.

“Me?!” he barked, causing his voice to echo throughout the bathroom. You jumped at his sudden loudness. “I put all my efforts in sneaking into this awful party just so I could simply serve you a drink to thank you for your generosity from yesterday.” he spoke loudly, slowly approaching you. His words shocked you. You hadn’t realized that Loki only wanted to attend the event just so he could show you some kindness. Your face fell, almost feeling sorry.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.” you said in a softer tone. Loki remained irritated, taking another big step towards you so there was almost no more space between the two of you. Your breath became ragged.

“Perhaps next time, at least make an attempt to stay calm and keep yourself from squirming.” he requested bitterly.

“You want to speak about squirming?!” your voice raised again. “How about next time, you don’t go into my bra!”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” Loki rolled his eyes. “Your breath betrays you, Midgardian. If I didn’t know any better, the hitch in your throat would tell me that you rather enjoyed it.” he mocked. You could feel your face burn a bright red, embarrassment flooding your emotions.

“Y-you disgust me!” you spat out. Loki snickered almost as if he was purposely trying to provoke you.

“There it is again.” he pointed out. “You get flustered so easily, it’s almost pitiful.” You remained silent, stunned by his remark. He continued to stare at you, his face dangerously close to yours.

“I hate you.” you whispered. What happened next was completely out of your control. Instead of getting anger out of Loki, your statement sparked something uncontrollable. He swiftly grabbed your hips and crashed his lips upon yours, sealing you both in a passionate kiss. Before your mind had time to register what was happening, he pulled away, removing his hands from you completely. He examined your face, searching for any sort of restraint. Realizing what he had just done, he became worrisome.

“My most sincere apologies, I-” you quickly cut him off, pulling him back into yet another searing kiss. Your heart was pounding out of your chest as the kiss grew hungrier. His hands traveled up to your face to pull you in closer, making your breath quicken. Your mind was racing with all sorts of emotions, but you knew one thing was for sure: you didn’t want this moment to ever end. But it did. You both quickly pulled away from each other when the door to the bathroom swung open. Your head snapped to look at whoever entered the bathroom and your heart sank when you realized who it was. Alice Weaver stood at the door, looking both you and Loki up and down. She laughed in disbelief at what she saw in front of her.

“Am I interrupting something?”

[maluminspace]

Genre: Smut

Pairings: Michael Clifford/Male Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Trigger warnings: Strong language, explicit sexual content, public sex

A/N: I thought it was about time I did something else for the guys of the fandom again. I hope you enjoy this! Title taken from ‘take me home’ by Cher

Kofi

Queer!sos Masterlist // Michael Masterlist // Main Masterlist

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You’d been in two minds whether to even come out tonight. 

Your mood had been getting progressively darker over the last few days and the last thing you wanted was to make small talk with your friends and some strangers you couldn’t care less about.

It was Ashton’s birthday, though and all he wanted was a few drinks with his buddies and he counted you amongst that select few. Considering everything he’s done for you over the years, the least you could do was spare him a couple of hours of your Friday night.

The evening had started about an hour ago and so far it’s gone exactly as you’d imagined. Ashton’s chosen bar is fairly typical of his taste. The large room is dimly lit, minimalist in it’s décor and the music playing over the speakers is a mixture of modern alternative pop and more classic soft rock tunes. The birthday boy had reserved a large booth in the back of the bar, he’d already been seated in it with a few of his work buddies and Luke, one of his oldest friends.

There’d already been an open bottle of vodka and Jack Daniels on the table along with a few jugs of mixers and pitchers of beer, which Ashton had insisted you help yourself to, while gesturing to a stack of clean glasses next to the alcohol. A couple of the girls sitting next to Ashton smiled at you, offering flirtatious greetings as you slid into the booth next to Luke. Before you even had a chance to respond, A tipsy Ashton had informed them that their attempts to woo you would be wasted as your interests lie purely in men.

The girls looked mildly disappointed for a split second but Luke had been quick to swoop in and distract them with some clumsy flirting of his own.

After a couple of drinks, you’d started to relax a bit, although your anxiety began to rear its ugly head a little each time a new person joined your little group. You didn’t know most of them and they all seemed too interested in Ashton or other people that they were already acquainted with, to bother to get to know you. Part of you was glad of the lack of attention, however as the minutes had stretched by without anyone offering you so much as a sliver of small talk, a hint of loneliness had begun to set in.

You’re just trying to decide how much longer you have to stay until it’s acceptable for you to leave when a familiar face emerges from the growing crowd in the bar. You’ve met Calum a few times at various gatherings and he’s always been fun to chat to. You were just about to offer him the seat next to you, when you notice that he isn’t alone. He’s accompanied by, quite possibly, the cutest man you’ve ever seen in your life. 

“Cal! Michael!” Ashton grinned tipsily as he greeted the newcomers enthusiastically. “Grab a drink…”

You’re vaguely aware of Calum greeting everyone but your focus is mainly on the pretty blonde man hovering nervously beside him. You’ve never seen him before, you’d definitely remember if you had. When he locks eyes with you, your heart immediately starts to pound faster and a dopey smile finds itself spreading across your face.

“You take that seat, Mike.” Calum offers casually as he glances around the nearby tables. “I’ll grab a spare chair from somewhere…” 

Michael offers you a shy smile as he slips into the booth beside you. He looks even prettier close up. He has the most beautiful green eyes that you could happily get lost in and his pink lips are so kissable that you immediately start imagining how soft they’d feel against yours. His clothes are fairly casual, black skinny jeans, a loose flannel shirt, buttoned all the way up to his neck, he’s the only man at the table not to have most of his chest out. Luke, Ashton and Calum are well known for using less than half of the buttons on their shirts. You can’t be too mad about it though, you tend to like to show off a little of your own chest, too. 

Resuming your initial observation of the newcomer, you notice that Michael’s bleached blonde hair is sort of dishevelled, like he can’t quite tame it but you like that, you’ve always had a soft spot for the ones that are a little rough around the edges. Michael definitely ticks that box. In fact, he ticks all of your boxes. He’s cute, bashful, doesn’t seem to take himself too seriously and he smells pretty good; like coconut shower gel and some mid-range cologne that you faintly recognise.

Michael introduces himself to you first, offering his hand for you to shake. “Hi, I’m Michael…” He informs you. “Most people call me Mike or Mikey, I don’t mind any of those really.”

You shake his hand, trying not to stare at him too intently as you introduce yourself. He repeats your name in a soft tone that almost melts you. Suddenly, you’re pretty pleased that you decided to come out tonight...

***

A couple of hours slip by in a blur of booze, jokes and bar snacks.

As much as you’ve tried to give everyone at the table an equal slice of your attention, you always end up focusing on Michael. He seems to get more perfect with every moment. Every story he tells makes it a little bit clearer that he’s perfect for you. He’s funny, sweet and he looks too adorable when he laughs.

With every sip of Jack Daniels and cola you take, you relax a little more and it’s not long before that liquid courage starts to set in. You gradually stop trying to force an interest in everyone else and give into your need to know more about Michael.

He happily answers your casual questions about what he does for a living and how he knows Calum, Luke and Ashton before encouraging you to answer the same ones. You find yourself trying a little too hard to make him laugh because every time he does, his face lights up beautifully, his emerald eyes sparkling.

As you get lost in pleasant conversation, you find yourself subconsciously moving closer to him, to the point where your thigh ends up pressed against his. Michael doesn’t shuffle away or call you out on it in any way, in fact he seems to lean into the contact, shooting you an almost knowing smile as he reaches for another drink.

“Do you want another JD?” He asks, his voice low but cheerful. 

You nod, handing him your glass, ensuring that your fingers brush with his as you do so. 

A slight blush rises in Michael’s cheeks and he sort of melts under your gaze. If you were a braver person, you’d have upped the flirting in that moment, made it more obvious that you were into him, but your nerve fails. You simply drop your hand to rest on the table, trying to ignore the tingling of your skin where you’d just made contact with Michael.

Unfortunately, Michael seems to take your moment of self doubt as a sign that you’re not into him. He pours your drink and then promptly excuses himself for a bathroom break.

You don’t have much time to curse yourself before Ashton reaches across the table and nudges your arm playfully. “Are you gonna make a move on him or what?” The birthday boy laughs. “You two couldn’t be more into each other, it’s like torture, watching all of your shy glances and fleeting touches.”

“Yeah, Michael’s a bit shy when it comes to this stuff but I’ve been his friend for long enough to know what he means when he smiles at someone like that.” Calum explains, although there’s a faint note of something like warning in his voice. Even in your slightly tipsy state, you recognise this protective friend tone. You’ve used it on people before too, whenever you’ve suspected someone of having ill intentions with one of your buddies. 

You have no reason to feel threatened by Calum. You’d never intentionally hurt his friend, but you feel the need to get him on your side anyway. “You really think he likes me like that?” You ask, knowing that making yourself sound like the lucky one is key here. Not that it’s difficult, of course. You do feel pretty fucking lucky right about now. “He comes across as such a nice guy, I thought he was just being friendly.”

The rest of the table bursts into laughter. 

“Yeah but he saves his ‘fuck me’ eyes for people he wants to take to bed.” Ashton chuckles lightly. “Trust me, he’s into you!”

You feel the need for Calum’s blessing, knowing that it’ll be his wrath you face if things don’t go well between you and his best friend. You turn to the dark-haired man as he takes another drink from his beer bottle. “You really think so?” You question, “he seems amazing, I don’t wanna come across as-“

“Ashton’s right.” Calum cuts in. “He’s into you, he’s gonna need to see you reciprocate a little before he lets his guard down anymore, though. You might want to flirt a bit harder.”

Before you can ask for any tips from Michael’s friends, the man in question returns, shooting you a lopsided smile as he slips back into the booths beside you. “Hope you didn’t miss me too much.” He shrugs, his smile turning into a faintly mischievous smirk. 

“Most of us didn’t even notice you were gone mate!” Luke laughs.

“But one of us was pining like a dog whose owner just left him tied up outside in the street.” Ashton interjects, quirking his eyebrow suggestively in your direction. 

Michael glances at you, his cheeks turning a pretty rosy pink. “Well if anyone was gonna miss me, I’d have hoped it was you, handsome.”

The way Michael held your gaze, albeit a little shyly, gave you more confidence and you gave a small shrug of your shoulders. “How could I not miss that pretty face of yours?”

From that moment the flirting between the two of you became much more brasen. After a few more sips of your JD, you casually flung your arm around Michael’s shoulders as the two of you talked to Calum about the latest episode of a show you all shared an interest in. 

Michael immediately leans into your side, presumably to let you know that he liked the gesture. 

Calum seemed pleased with the way you were treating his friend and his defenses gradually crumbled, making you less nervous.

When Michael lays his head on your shoulder a little while later, you feel your heart jump in your chest. His pink lips are so close, it’d be so easy for you to kiss them. You don’t want an audience for your first kiss with him, though, so you resist the urge, deciding to stroke his shoulder gently through his shirt instead.

“I think someone’s getting a little sleepy over there.” Luke smirks, nodding at Michael. “Maybe someone should walk him home…” His glazed blue eyes land on you as his smirk grows. “I’m sure you’ll volunteer, right? He doesn’t live far from here y’know.”

Michael shifts his head so that he can meet your gaze, “I’d like that, if you wouldn’t mind.” He whispers, his green eyes sparkling with an unmistakable lust.

“Of course, baby.” You reply, hoping that your tone is as smooth as you intend it to be. “I’d be happy to walk you home. You ready now, or…”

Michael nods, his cheeks reading from the pet name you’d given him. The way he offers you a sideways smile that could almost be a smirk, tells you that he enjoyed it and you make a mental note of it, hoping to be able to put that word to much better use a bit later on. Michael reaches for his jacket before straightening up in his seat to slip it on. You immediately miss his warmth pressing into your side but you’re eager to spend some time with him alone, even if it’s just the short walk to his apartment. You hope that you can at least impress him enough that he’ll give you his number so that you can arrange a date or something.

After hugging everyone goodbye and wishing Ashton Happy Birthday one more time, you lead Michael out of the bar. 

Even though you’re full of alcohol, the chilly night air hits the two of you hard and Michael instinctively curls into your side for warmth. You’ve never been so thankful for this changeable climate as you are right now, with the cutest boy you’ve ever met burrowing beneath your arm. 

“It shouldn’t be this cold in July, should it?” Michael giggles, glancing at you through his lashes.

“I’m not complaining!” You reply with a tiny smirk, wrapping one arm around Michael’s shoulders to keep him close to you. “So which way is home, baby?”

Once again, Michael melts at the fond nickname and points to the left. “I’m about ten minutes that way.” He answers, but as you take a step in that direction, Michael stops you, shaking his head and pulling you back. “I have a question to ask you first.” He drops his gaze to your lips and wets his own with a flick of his tongue. The simple gesture sends shivers through you but you hold it together just enough to arch your eyebrow questioningly. “Are you ever gonna kiss me, handsome?” Michael asks, shifting his head to that his lips are just about as close as they can be to yours without them touching.

You answer by closing the tiny gap, pressing your lips to his as softly as your lust-filled brain will allow. 

Michael wraps both arms around your waist, gripping the back of your jacket as his lips part in a tiny moan, allowing you to slip your tongue past them and work it against his. 

You’ve never had someone respond to one of your kisses so hungrily, it takes you a bit by surprise but you grasp Michael’s upper arms firmly as you draw out the kiss as long as you can before needing to take a breath. 

“That was worth the wait.” Michael grins dopily as he rests his forehead against yours. “You still wanna take me home?” 

You nod eagerly, all pretence of being cool, calm and collected abandoned along with the misplaced shame that you’d been taught to feel about falling for people so easily. Michael obviously wants you as much as you want him and if that level of longing is acceptable enough for someone as amazing as him, you could hardly argue with it.

Michael nestles back under your arm, wrapping his own around your waist to keep him in place. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night, y’know.” You offer, wanting to ensure that Michael knows he’s not been pining alone. “I just… well I wanted to make sure you liked me as much as the others said you did and-”

“Oh so you boys were all talking about me when I left the table, were you?” Michael interrupts with a tiny chuckle. “I should have known they’d be trying to talk you into making a move. They all like to think of themselves as matchmakers.”

You shake your head. “They didn’t have to convince me to make a move at all. Kissing you was already all I was thinking about, I just… well I was scared you didn’t want me to.”

Michael laughed, resting his head on your shoulder. “I didn’t want to come across as too easy, but I guess the fact that you’re taking me home now has given me away.” 

“And here I was thinking that you just wanted some company on your walk home.” You gasp in faux horror. “Now I wish I’d put on my best underwear.” You try to keep your tone light and joking but you’re a bit concerned that a) The Deadpool underwear you’d chosen to put on earlier was a very bad decision and will instantly kill the mood when Michael sees them. b) You’re being a little too forward. Despite Michael’s last comment, neither of you have specified what you hope to happen once you arrive at his apartment. There’s still a huge question mark as to whether he actually wants to see your underwear and what’s beneath them.

Michael rolls his eyes fondly and jabs you gently in the ribs with his free hand. “Don’t make me feel like more of a whore than I already do.” He laughs, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment. “I don’t even know your last name but my mind keeps racing over stuff I wanna do with you the second my front door is closed.” His tone is low and shy but his words ease your nerves considerably. It means that you only have to worry about your nerdy underwear now.

“I hope they match up with the things running through my mind.” You smirk, wiggling your eyebrows mischievously. “Just as long as you keep the lights off so you don’t see my very unsexy boxers.” 

Before Michael can answer, a rain shower begins. A few tiny droplets land on your head but you ignore them, focusing on the way Michael giggles as the chilly raindrops start to trickle down his face. “This rain shower couldn’t have held off for a few more minutes?” He chuckles. “We’re like five minutes away!”

“It’s just a little shower…” you shrug, cuddling Michael closer into your side. “I'm sure you look just as gorgeous, if not more so when you’re wet.”

Michael pokes you in the ribs again good-naturedly, “you can stop with the flattery, I already want to suck the life out of you, handsome.” 

There’s no way to stop the groan that escapes you. That would probably only be classed as the mildest form of dirty talk, but coming from Michael, in that innocent but slightly gruff voice, it felt like the dirtiest and most exciting proposition you’ve ever had in your life.

As though nature itself was trying to give you a cold shower to clear your head, the rain begins to fall harder and faster, turning into a torrential downpour in a matter of seconds.

Michael lets out an adorable little squeal as he pulls you off the main street onto a much quieter road. The two of you break into a run but Michael threads his fingers through yours so that you stay connected.

You’re both already soaked by the time you reach the shelter of a disused railway bridge. You laugh, although the sound dies in your throat when you catch sight of Michael leaning against the brickwork. You were 100% correct, he looks somehow even more gorgeous wet. He shakes his head like a naughty little dog, sending flecks of cold water everywhere and leaving his bleached blonde hair hanging limply around his face.

He looks like something out of your wildest dreams, pale and almost angelic in the hazy light from the street lamps lining the road you’ve just come from.

You step towards him, unable to stop yourself from wiping your thumb across his cheek, following the line of his cheekbone as your gaze drifts to his lips. “This fucking storm is delaying us. You have no idea how much I want to feel and taste every inch of you, gorgeous.”

Michael lets out a tiny whimper, wrapping his arms around your neck. “Same, handsome.” He replies. “In the meantime you could kiss me again?” 

You don’t need to be asked twice. You close the gap between your own lips and his, cupping Michael’s face in one hand as you swallow his first needy little whine.

It becomes clear very quickly that kissing Michael in a secluded, aleit very public place, was a bad idea. He proves all-too intoxicating with his sinful lips and innocent whimpers as you press your body close to his.

He slides his fingers into your hair and tugs slightly, drawing a growl from you as you nip his bottom lip in retaliation. The slight pain only seems to heighten Michael’s arousal. He throws back his head, exposing a long expanse of his pale neck that’s just too inviting. You move your kisses away from the blonde’s lips and along his jaw until you reach the pale, sensitive skin below his ear. The noises that the soft contact coaxes from Michael are every bit as delicious as you’d hoped.

Michael whines. “Uh, your lips-” he cuts himself off on a harsh gasp as you suck harder on his neck, intent upon leaving a mark. “Fuck!” The blonde moans. “You’re really testing my resolve here, handsome.” His voice is breathy and filled with lust.

Your body reacts exactly the way it always does when it’s pressed against a hot guy. It seems to move without your permission, your hips rolling against Michael’s as you wriggle one of your thighs between both of his. “I lost mine the second you pulled me in here, gorgeous.” You mumble into his neck. “If I could take you right now I would…”

“Soon…” Michael breathes tugging at your hair again. “I promised to suck the life out of your first.”

As much as you’d love to throw caution to the wind and urge Michael to his knees right now, the risk of being caught by a passer-by is still too high. You figure that you’ll need some sort of release before you continue your journey to Michael’s place, but it has to be a bit more discreet than a blowjob.

“I’ll hold you to that when we get to your apartment.” You whisper, working your kisses back towards Michael’s lips. “Can’t have a pretty angel like you dropping to his knees on the wet pavement.”

Michael pouts at you, widening his eyes like a kitten that’s just had his favourite toy confiscated. “But I wanna taste you so bad…” 

“And you will, angel.” You promise, working your thigh against his stiffening cock in a slow but firm rhythm. “I can’t wait to see what you can do with this dirty mouth.” You run your thumb over his bottom lip teasingly, as you rest your forehead against his, revelling in the way his breath hitches in his throat when he starts to rut against you in search of more friction. “I just know it’s gonna be even better than I’m imagining.”

Michael nods, gasping into your mouth as he initiates another heated kiss. “I can take whatever you’ve got to give to me, handsome.” He confirms once you pull away for air. “Can’t wait to see what I’m working with.” He drops one of his hands, hesitantly slipping it between your bodies as he fixes you with a questioning glance, silently asking if he can touch you.

Not wanting to waste more time on words, you loosely grasp his wrist and thrust your clothed dick into his palm. “Fuck, handsome…You feel big.” Michael groans hungrily. “Uh, I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”

The way Michael seems to happily follow your lead with every movement you make, gives you an added confidence as well as turning you on even more. Words start to spill from your mouth without engaging your filter first. “Yeah? If you do a good enough job of sucking me off, maybe I’ll give you something in return…” To give him a better idea of what you mean without being too intense, you reach around to grasp his ass.

“Mmm, please!” Michael gasps. “Want to feel you fill me up.” 

The words cause your cock to twitch with interest as you thrust into Michael’s hand. “Yeah, angel! I bet you’d feel so fucking good.” You bury your face into his neck, keeping a firm grip on his ass cheeks.

“P-please touch me, handsome!” Michael whimpers, “need you!”

The pounding of the rain on the pavement seems to sync with that of your heart as you slide one hand around to palm at Michael through his jeans. His desperate whines bring you to the very brink of your orgasm. “Fuck, baby!” You groan into his skin. “Can’t wait to see you come apart for me!”

That does it. Michael tumbles over the edge, the broken moans of your name as he spills into his underwear has you following him immediately. A stream of curses slip past your lips as you thrust into Michael’s hand a few times to ride out your climax.

Michael wraps both of his arms around your neck, clinging to you as he fights to control his ragged breaths. “Shit… handsome.” He gasps. “I haven’t cum in my pants since I was in high school.” He gives you a tiny laugh and you wrap your arms around him to keep as close as possible. 

“Same.” You chuckle, “I guess we have this damn storm to blame for that.”

Michael hums in response, glancing out at the persistent rain. “How long do you think it’ll last?”

Following his gaze you give a lazy shrug. “I dunno, it looks pretty set in for the night if you ask me.”

“Then I guess we’ll just have to get wet again.” Michael smirks. “After that little preview, I’m even more impatient to get you into my bed.”

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Everything is too much. 

The people crowding the room, the music that is so loud Craig can feel the beat in his bones and worst of all, the lack of fresh air in his nose. Parties are supposed to be fun and relaxing, at least that’s what he’s heard, and yet every time he feels just like he does now; gross and uncomfortable. 

As he raises the cup to his lips, he makes himself even smaller in the corner he’s standing. It’s a desperate effort at regaining a wee bit of personal space, but all it really does is make him more claustrophobic. 

It’s not like he even knows anyone here. Sure, Clyde is somewhere out there in the crowd with his girlfriend, probably already wasted at this point and so is Kenny, but that’s about it. And if he’s being truthful, Craig doesn’t want to get to know anyone else. One look around is all it takes to see that this crowd is so far from the type of people he would have fun with, much less the type that would have fun with him. 

So what is he doing here? Besides having a borderline panic attack. 

Staring down into the deep waves of his vodka cola, Craig lets out a deep sigh that is quickly buried under yet another song with the same boring bassline as the one before and sends a silent prayer to give him a good enough reason to leave. He could just say something about not feeling well, but without Bebe he doesn’t even have a ride and as badly as he wants to go home, he also doesn’t want to deal with the guilt of ruining this night for everybody else. 

For only a split second he considers getting up and looking for Kenny, maybe seeing if he’d be willing to leave with him. Hanging out with Kenny just always seems so easy, so weirdly comfortable in a way that Craig, having spent most of his life being nervous around any other person, isn’t used to. He just knows that if they left together now it’d turn this awful night around, no matter if all they did was sit around and talk- but he can’t ask that of him with a good conscience. 

After all, he’s not the only one who wants Kenny around. Truthfully, everybody likes being around him. And why wouldn’t they? He’s that guy, the one who can just come in and light up the entire room, being nice to everyone, dancing, laughing, having fun. It would be too selfish to just demand his sole attention, especially because Craig has no right to. He isn’t more than one of Kenny’s, without a doubt, many friends. 

With a frown on his face he takes another sip from his drink. Maybe this will be easier to sit out if he’s at least a little bit more drunk. 

“Hey.” 

Right on cue, there is a warm hand on his shoulder. Craig tilts his head back to look at Kenny standing over him and maybe it’s just his mind playing pranks on him, but he swears that all at once, everything but Kenny’s bright blue eyes starts to fade into the background. 

“Hi.” he gives back, talking just loud enough so the other can hear him over the music. “Having fun?”

Theatrically shrugging Kenny sits down next to him. “Eh. You don’t look like you’re having the time of your life either. Ready to get out of here?”

Dumbfoundedly, Craig stares at the blonde. There’s no way he actually wants to go home; on a friday night at nine forty-five, not with how he thrives at parties. This has to be pity, he quickly decides. Kenny must’ve seen him moping around alone and wanted to do the nice thing and leave with him.

“It’s fine.” he waves him off. “You don’t have to leave because of me.”

Thanks to some strange power, the laugh that follows drowns out even the music playing as Kenny lightly shakes his head, still chuckling when he says: “Because of you? Craig, I’m not trying to do you a favor here, I really want to go home.” 

The blonde seems to sense that Craig still doesn’t quite believe him, because he quickly continues, shuffling a little closer to him so that he can lower his voice. “Honestly man, I’m dead tired. Parties like these are only fun if you’re actually in the mood and right now, I’m not. Let’s just get out, go to your place. Maybe watch a movie or something-”

The words feel like a punch in the gut, because they’re _exactly _what he wanted to hear- and he’s getting dizzy trying to figure out if somehow Kenny managed to read his mind or if their thoughts actually matched that well.

But then he looks back at Kenny, their faces now close enough that he can stare shamelessly at every little detail, and suddenly everything becomes much clearer. Now for the first time he’s taking note of the dark rings hanging heavy beneath his eyes, for the first time he contemplates that Kenny might actually be sick of this too- that he just might be a whole lot better at pretending. 

This realization ties to another, even more significant one: Kenny could just leave. He’s not tied to anyone, he could just get in the car and drive home, but instead he’s sitting here next to him, trying to convince Craig to go with him, to spend the night with him. 

He shakes his head while the racing thoughts begin to simmer down, snapping out of his trance. Kenny is still looking at him expectantly, waiting for an answer, and Craig clears his throat to speak.

“Okay.” he replies a little clumsily, but the smile it paints on Kenny’s face is bright and happy nontheless.

They get up together, Kenny’s hand casually finding his wrist as he moves to guides them through the mass of drunk, sweaty people and to Craig, everything seems a little hazy. 

Maybe he’s not just one of Kenny’s other friends, he thinks. Maybe he doesn’t want to be, either- maybe he wants to be much, much more than that.

[fallout-mars]

tag game!

tagged by @latenightcoffeetalks! <3

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? black. boring

2. name a food you never eat. nuts

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? too warm. it sucks

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? eating dinner 

5. what’s your favorite candy bar? i mean this changes daily but rn i’d probably go with a galaxy bar

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? when i was younger my dad used to take me but i have no interest in sports lmao

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? “you have to vote him out” (talking about us politics)

8. what is your favorite ice cream? mint chocolate chip always

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? water

10. do you like your wallet? i don’t really have one? not a proper one anyway

11. what is the last thing you ate?  i bodged smores after dinner. bodged because i’m from england and we can’t get graham crackers or good vegan marshmallows but it was still pretty good

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? nope. i just got rid of a load actually

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? f1 was just on the news does that count

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? sweet and salty

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? my best friend

16. ever been camping? nope never

17. do you take vitamins? nope but i probably should

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? nope

19. do you have a tan? lmao no i’m v pale

20. do you prefer chinese or pizza? ...both? depends on my mood?

21. do you drink your soda through a straw? nah

22. what color socks do you usually wear? black. again, i’m boring

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? usually not

24. what terrifies you? life

25. look to your left, what do you see? a candle

26. what chore do you hate most? honestly depends on how i’m feeling

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? kylie minogue

28. what’s your favorite soda? coca-cola probably when i drink it

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? collect from inside usually

30. what’s your favorite number? i don’t have one

31. who’s the last person you talked to? my mum

32. favorite meat? i don’t eat meat but i love me some vegan chicken

33. last song you listened to? bishops knife trick - fall out boy

34. last book you read? book? jeez, uh i think it was on earth we’re briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong (and boyyy was it good)

35. favorite day of the week? none of them

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? i can’t say i’ve ever tried

37. how do you like your coffee? i don’t. give me tea any day

38. favorite pair of shoes? my trainers

39. time you normally get up? 8:30 latest always

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? both

41. how many blankets are on your bed? 1

42. describe your kitchen plates: white and square

43. describe your kitchen at the moment: tidy

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? if i’m feeling fancy i’ll go for a pornstar martini or if not vodka and coke

45. do you play cards? nope

46. what color is your car? black

47. can you change a tire? no oops

48. your favorite state or province? i...have no idea

49. favorite job you’ve had? (semi) dog walker atm is fun

i tag: @sabrinas1d @feisty-aquarius4 and anyone else (forever bad at tagging)

[jkbec]

Thinking About You (M)

▹Word count: 10.6k

▹Genre: romance, angst, fluff, comedy & smut

[Warning; Swearing, references to drug use, alcohol and sex. Explicit sexual references and scenes. Mentions of low self-esteem and insecurity! If these sorts of stuff trigger you. Please do not read.] ⚠︎

University! au frat boy x female insecure reader (first time) | reupload from the old blog

The Reader is a virgin in this fic. You have had a massive crush on Park Jimin since the very start of University. There is one big thing stopping you from pouncing on him every chance you get and it is this thing called Insecurity. You both are now second-year students who have been building up this obvious sexual tension between the two of you since the very first day you met. You are too shy to act on the building sexual tension until a frat party held by Jeon Jungkook changes everything between you and Jimin. A little liquid courage seems to do the trick! 

A/N: Sorry I’ve been gone for so long guys!!! I hope you enjoy this fic! Jimin has been driving me crazy lately. 

“Hey, you both look like -totally exquisite tonight! I’m so glad you guys could make it! You both look stunning as fuck...” Taehyung’s lips stretch into a smirk, as he eyes you from head to toe before mimicking his actions to eye your best friend a well. He was very intoxicated and it was nothing new for Kim Taehyung to get totally wasted this early in the night. His heated gaze made you both feel incredibly intimidated. It didn’t help that he was intoxicated and much more confident. You both glance at each other before chuckling in slight discomfort. “Hey, Tae!” You say feeling self-conscious under his intense gaze. “Where’s Jungkook?” Your best friend asks as he moves to the side to let you both enter through the front door of the Jeon residence. “He’s fucking at the back taking shots with Namjoon,” Taehyung says laughing while picking up a red cup forgotten by the TV. “How many shots have they both had so far?” Your best friend asks waving Seokjin who smirks at her before cocking an eyebrow cockily as he checks her out from another side of the living room. "I dunno we lost count after 20." He says completely unbothered by his friends getting hammered right before the party even started and you both nod stiffly in response.

Typical Jungkook. 

The smell of pot fills your nostrils and you turn your head towards the living room couch. "Hey, Yoongi! Hoseok!” You exclaim waving at pair enthusiastically. Hoseok and Yoongi pull the joint out from between their lips before blowing out smoke to murmur a quick ‘Hi' to you while smiling. "You guys doing this already?" Your best friend chuckles shaking her head as she crosses her arms. They both glance at each other before coughing out a few chuckles. "Babe we've been fucking high since like 3 pm," Yoongi states proudly before fist pumping Hoseok. You check your watch for the time and you are not surprised when it displays that it's 7:30 pm.

You both roll your eyes and nod your heads before turning back to Taehyung. He grins at you both cheekily before pulling out his phone from the back pocket of his jeans. “Hey, Namjoon just texted me that Marks passed out by the pool. I’m gonna go and draw a few dicks on his face! Fucking prick did it to me last time." He laughs glancing back up at the two of you. You both laugh muttering a quick ‘okay'. "Yeah, but hey you girls have fun tonight alright?" He winks at you both while patting you on the shoulder before making his exit. You both release a shaky breath that you both didn’t know you were holding before facing each other.

“So, what are we doing first?” Your best friend exclaims over the music as she scans around Jeon Jungkook’s living room. You hum in thought before eyeing the alcohol propped up on a table near the kitchen. You both side-eye each other with a grin spreading against both your lips. "Drinks!" You both say simultaneously, giggling like little girls while linking arms as you both made a v line to the table. You exhale silently, resting your body against the corresponding wall near the table as your friend removes her arm to examine the alcohol available.

“This bottle of Vodka Raspberry is definitely Taehyung’s.” She says chuckling as she inspects the bottle. You nod laughing in response before turning your body to face the front door. “These type of parties is always a ‘bring your own’ alcohol sort of thing.” She says while picking up a bottle of Smirnoff before twisting her face in disgust. “This one is definitely Jackson’s. It really says a lot about people’s characters.” She adds making you tumble over in laughter. “I know right. I can’t believe we forgot to buy a bottle of our own.” You mutter scanning the room. “It’s cool, Jungkook always has the bottles we like. You feeling whisky?” She asks which you nod eagerly to in response.

“I can’t believe Jungkook’s throwing another party after what happened last time,” You sigh, watching all the people flood through his front door. Your best friend nods while pursing her lips, as she pours the bottle of alcohol into the red cup in front of her. “Yeah, I know he got into really big shit last time from his mom after Mingyu peed in her antic vase,” She says poking her tongue out in concentration as she grabs the coca cola bottle. You chuckle resting your elbow against a side table in Jungkook’s living room.

“Yeah- that was fucked,” You mutter scanning the room for the sole person you came here for. “Oh look its that girl we hate, oh we hate her too, oh! And her!” You chuckle while shaking your head. “Fucking bitches man,” You complain when they give you a glare as they walk past. “Tell me about it,” Your best friend laughs and you grin in response as your eyes scanned the room from left to right once again only for you to be left in disappointment. You sigh while pouting in dejection when you haven’t spotted him anywhere.

“You know lover boy hasn’t stopped staring at you since we got here,” Your friend whispers in your ear as she hands you a red cup of Hennessy topped up with some coca cola. You ponder over her words as your hand wraps around the cold red plastic cup with a slight flush to your cheeks.

“Who?” You mumble averting your gaze into the cup as you swirled the liquid inside. “Park Jimin, that’s who!” She scoffs at you before rolling her eyes while grabbing another red cup as she started pouring a drink of her own. “He’s here?” You exclaim in excitement, eyes automatically scanning the room for the fourth time since you got there.

"Yes, he's behind us." You straightened almost instantly at her words and she chuckles mockingly at your automatic response of fixing your posture. "Relax okay? You look smoking hot tonight." She winks at you and you force a smile in retort to her compliment. "Well, thanks I guess. You don't look so bad yourself,"

“Why thank you!” She bows sarcastically and you snort in response. She grins at you before gazing behind you and she quickly looks back at you with a raised eyebrow. "What?" You mouth at her and she smirks in response, grabbing your arm she pulls you close to her so she can whisper in your ear.

“He’s like biting his lip now; god knows what he’s imagining right now. I told you that the four hours you spent getting ready wasn’t for nothing and I’m so glad we went for the tight black jeans and a low cut shirt.”

"I think you're seeing shit. He’s always surrounded by such beautiful girls. Why would he even look at me?" You mumble pulling yourself out of her grip, before taking a quick sip of your drink which you knew was about 97% alcohol and 3% coke. “Excuse you. You are drop dead gorgeous and you know it. Why would I lie to you? It has been an obvious fact that he is into you.”

“Yeah right.” You murmur before chugging your drink. Trying your best to ignore the tightening you felt in your chest. She pouts folding her hands as she watches you tip back your drink in one go.

“He’s into you (Y/N)! You don’t even know how many times I have caught him staring at you on campus,”

You gag while pulling the drink away from your lips, a drip of the alcohol sliding down your chin. “Bitch, does this beverage even have any coke in it?” You spat, face scrunching up at the burning sensation of the alcohol slipping down your throat. “Sorry girl, you know how we roll,” She slyly winks at you and you chuckle in response, wiping the lone drip on your chin. “Best believe when I make your drink you're going to do a first year all over again for sure-”

“(Y/N)! You promised to never mention that ever again! That night still haunts m- “

"No, but for real is he staring at me? Like for real?" You cut her off as you face her with anticipation as your fingers quickly through your hair. "Yes (Y/n), Yes. For fuck sake, we've been through this so many times already. He's into you. I wouldn’t be getting your hopes up this high if I wasn’t sure." Your best friend sighs while dramatically sliding the palm of her hand down her face as she turns your body to face the said person you both were talking about. Your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes land on him. Immediately any previous doubt you had in your mind completely vanishes when your eyes meet. He is staring.

He’s fucking staring.

Your heart leaps in your chest as your stomach starts churning, the feeling was almost electrifying as your eyes lock with his. He stares at you with such passion, his eyes clouded over with lust, throat drying as his tongue swipes over his bottom lip before he takes a long sip of his cup, eyes still locked on you. What made you almost choke on your own spit was his slight smirk stretching on his lips, eyes narrowing faintly. He was pure sin and you wanted every fragment of it.

His mouth opens slowly to say something and your eyes widen in expectation, heart thumping in your chest as your breathing begins to get heavy and irregular. Your body jolting in anticipation, you almost don’t feel your friend tightening her grip on your arms from the other sensations rushing through your body.  

“Hey Jimin!” His friend Taehyung shouts over the booming music while slinging an arm around his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. “Hey, Tae bro…What’s up?” Jimin says finally averting his gaze from you to face one of his many close friends Taehyung. He smiles widely, ruffling Taehyung’s hair before pulling him into a brief embrace.

You felt disappointment instantly wash over you. 

You were disappointed but at least you could breathe properly again. You raise a shaky hand over your chest as you regulate your breathing. “He was going to say something,” You murmured perplexed to your best friend and she nods assertively behind you, grinning widely in excitement. “Wow. He stared at you for a solid 10 minutes I swear- “

“Why did you turn me around so suddenly when he was looking at us!” You gasp swiftly turning your body back around to glare at your best friend. "Oh, here we go again!” She chuckles lowly, pulling you into a quick embrace, mimicking Jimin’s actions to Taehyung. “First off, he wasn’t staring at us, he was staring at you and secondly I wanted you to see how much he’s into you for yourself bitch. Didn’t you see the way he was eye fucking you?”

“I-I, he was looking wasn’t he?” You mutter face burning as your lips stretch into a wide love-struck grin.

“Yes! He was! You need to have more confidence in yourself,” She comforts you by sliding her hand up and down your back reassuringly. “You’re right…I’m sorry for being so annoying,” You mumble before pouting and she pinches your cheek gently. “You’re my best friend (Y/N)! You’re annoying as shit but I still love you,” She cheekily says grinning at the smile spreading across your face. “Yeah, thanks.”

“Anytime,”

“I’m not complimenting you- “

“Forget about that, he’s taking glances at you while talking to Taehyung, that’s a really positive reaction (Y/N) you should go women up and talk to him first.” Your eyes widen in horror as your excessively shake your head in denial. “Are you crazy!? I am not doing that. I can’t and I won’t.” She sighs in defeat before glancing over at Jimin, her eyes and mouth open in shock when she looks over to him. Your gaze lingers on her questionably as she looks back at you hurriedly, her mouth stuttering, almost as if she’s mentally panicking. “L-Listen get yourself ready, Jimi- he’s coming.”

“Wait-what? No-but where are you going!?” Your hand slips off her elbow as she winks at you. You watch her strut off horrified. Oh, my goodness. You are quickly patting down your shirt, while running your fingers over your hair, in a pathetic attempt of making yourself presentable.

“(Y/N).”

“Jimin!” You shout a little too embarrassingly loud as you turn to face him immediately. He grins at you and you almost faint on the spot at how handsome he is up close. “You look absolutely gorgeous tonight,” He confidently says eyes raking up and down your figure starting from the tip of your head and ending at your feet.

Your body flushes at his words, you almost forgot how to breathe when his eyes reconnect with yours. "I'm sorry if I interrupted your conversation… I really couldn’t help myself. I just had to come and tell you how stunning you look." He adds ogling at you, his eyes slimming into his signature eye smile as he grins down at you. You blush at his compliments instantly. His compliments were pulling dangerously hard on your heartstrings. You chew onto your bottom lip nervously before jerking your lips into a smile of your very own which was rather bashful, to say the least. Jimin eyes are fixed on your lips momentarily before he’s looking back up to your face and you feel a sweet throbbing sensation in between your legs at catching him in the act of checking you out. You feel the heat of his gaze on your skin and the sexual tension between the two of you becomes more apparent.

All he was doing was staring at you and you couldn’t help the desire you felt for him. The burning sensation you felt in your heart just from the way he was looking at you was setting you completely off balance and you wanted nothing more than to feel his skin on yours. You averted your gaze to the timbered floorboards underneath you timidly as you shudder under his intense gaze.

“Thank you,” You whisper shyly and Jimin swore on his life he has never seen anything so precious and beautiful in his life. His fingers twitch at his sides as he falters over finally building up the courage to touch you. “Y-You look really handsome tonight. You always dress so stylishly,” you say timidly as he stares at your face tenderly, finally finding the resolve to feel you. His fingers curl under your chin and you almost panic at the warmth radiating off his fingers, as he moves your chin upwards until your eyes met his once again. Jimin sighs in admiration as you gaze at him through your lashes, his own heart hammering in his chest as he swallows loudly. “I’m sorry if I’m a bit awkward.” You don’t know why those words came spilling out of your lips. You felt instant regret wash over you as you watched him furrow his eyebrows at your words.

“No. Please. Of course it’s a bit awkward we haven’t really spoken that much but I really do want to get to know you better (Y/N),” Your eyes widen momentarily before you lean into his touch, Jimin’s smile widens as he watches you, eyes following your expression as he moves his hand to cup your cheek tenderly which you wholeheartedly without any hesitation lean into.

“I really want to get to know you too, Jimin.” You smile, eyes twinkling in joy. You looked so sure and content that he doesn’t hesitate to wrap a cheeky arm around your waist. The palm of his hand pushing onto the dip of your lower back and he becomes almost breathless as he feels the curve. “You know from the moment I laid eyes on you I was very curious about you. I really wanted to get to know you. I couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout you.” Jimin teasingly confesses as he ignores the lingering stares of envy from the women around the both of you as the house becomes fuller and fuller with people. You knew Jimin was a straightforward person but this was some next level shit. His openness of flirting with you, set something inside you ablaze as you step forward with his encouragement, your focus now on two things as you feel the heat radiating off the palm of his hand over your thin shirt which he tucked brazenly under your jacket.

“baby desperately I need you next to me,”

The music blares through the speakers as couples surround you both on the dance floor of Jeon Jungkook’s annual end of semester University party. Your attention is still on Jimin and Jimin’s attention still on you, as people begin to fill up the dance floor. You wanted nothing more than for this magical moment to last forever but sadly the universe had other plans.

“You know...lately I have been thinking about you too-“

“Hey Jimin you gonna just stand there or what? Get your moves on dancer boy!” Jungkook teases, thrusting a red plastic cup into the ladders hand. His hand your cheek quickly falls and you can’t hide the disappointment on your face as you avert your gaze to campuses star sportsman Jeon Jungkook.

Jimin sighs, eyes narrowing into a slight glare as he raises an eyebrow at Jungkook, lips pulling slowly into a mocking smirk. “Hey, Kiddo what’s up?” Jimin mumbles eyes motioning to you. “Kiddo?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow in confusion before looking to the side, his eyes widening when he notices you.

“Oh shit! (Y/N),” He mutters, looking frantically between you and Jimin. You tilt your head in half shock and confusion as he stretches his lips into a forced smile. “Hey I didn’t you see there man, sorry am I interrupting something?” He scratches the back of his head as his eyes flicker from yours to Jimin’s. You were about to protest when Jimin quickly cut you off.

“Yeah, well you have always been a bit blunt," Jimin mumbles motioning for him to scram which made you chuckle lowly. “Hey, Jungkook! Great party,” You smile warmly and he grins down at you. “Thanks (Y/N)! How are you?” He smirks, sliding a teasing hand down your arm. You stiffen under his touch and Jungkook’s smirk widens. “And wow you look great!” Jungkook smirks checking you out. Jimin feels his blood boil at the scene unfolding in front of him. You stutter a quick ‘I’m good’ and ‘thank you’ as you watch Jungkook leaning towards you nervously. Jimin eyes widen in panic as he scans the room for a distraction. "Hey, Jungkook is someone using your mother's vase as a toilet again?"

"WHAT!?" Jungkook shouts making you flinch in shock at the sudden raise of his voice. He turns around and sighs in irritation, before turning back to face you. "Sorry I gotta go (Y/N)! You have fun tonight alright? Let me know if you need anything.” You smile with a quick firm nod which he returns with a wink before storming off.

“MINGYU WE TALKED ABOUT THIS MATE- “

“He will never ever change, sorry about that,” Jimin mutters under his breath, striding close to you, even closer than he was previously and your heart was back to being tortured by the way he looked and smelt. “I-It’s okay, what were we talking about again?” You ask nervously and his hands were quickly back onto you. This time both hands were clutching your hips, a wide confidently sexy smile painted on his face. “(Y/N),” His voice comes out husky and low. “What do you say we go somewhere more private, just the two of us hm?”

His expression made you weak in the knees and you nodded slowly but sternly and Jimin expression twists into a suggestive one as he smirks at you, hands beginning to travel below your hips and you almost gasp as he lightly skims his hands over your ass, the cup that was in his hands was long forgotten on the side somewhere and you didn’t even notice him putting it down.

“Only if you really want to of course. What do you say? Would you like that?” He murmurs huskily in your ear and you moan lowly at the feeling of his teasing breath caressing your ear, which made you grasp onto his masculine arms in an attempt to steady yourself. “Y-Yes,”

Jimin smirks, blowing hot air over your sensitive skin teasingly, you gasped tightening your grips on his arms. “I-I would… like that… v-very much,” You say between breaths as you feel your whole body flush at the heat radiating off his body to the way he smelt and the way he felt holding you.

“Let’s not waste any more time then. We're getting out of here…” You almost whine at the loss of warmth from his body as he removes himself off you, your disappointment was short-lived though, as he intertwines his fingers with yours, before hurriedly leading to the front of Jeon residence.

“Do you need to tell your friend anything before we leave?” Jimin abruptly stops and your eyes widen in shock at the sudden mention of your best friend. “Oh yeah! I should probably let her know I’m leaving,” You nod your head at Jimin before scanning the house for your best friend. You almost mentally panic when you do not spot her straight away. “There,” Jimin murmurs in your ear before pointing towards the hall.

You sigh in relief when you see her chatting up Kim Seokjin, she makes eye contact with you from across the hall and she smirks at you while giving you a thumbs up and you return her smile happily. “Alright, let’s get out of here,” Jimin grins and pulls you out the front door not very discreetly. Jungkook watches you and Jimin leaving hand in hand, sighing sadly to himself. Taehyung notices this and pats him on the shoulder reassuringly. “It’s okay man,”

“She looked so fucking hot tonight too...” 

“Because I can’t stop thinking ‘bout you~”

You giggled happily as you tightened your grip in Jimin’s hand. The last line from the song playing at the party replays in your head as you stare at Jimin with doe eyes. Jimin returns your gaze with a quick kiss to the cheek as he motions you to get in the front seat of his luxurious car.

“Have you been drinking? Will, you be ok- “

“Barely had a sip, don’t worry about a thing darling.” Your heart pounds in your chest at the pet name and you smile widely in return. “Okay, handsome.” You retort tugging onto your seatbelt before clasping it. Jimin watches you in amusement before he starts the car. You feel the sudden rush of nervousness invade you and it was then and there that it dawned on you what you were doing.

Okay, stay calm

You swallow built up salvia loudly as you begin to get cold feet. He was practically a god, with his amazing looks and body. Not to mention his personality was great too. There is literally nothing wrong with him. He doesn’t have one bad bone in his body. You couldn’t help but begin to compare yourself to the girls him and his friends were constantly surrounded by. You knew he wouldn’t judge you or make fun of you but the anxiety was eating you out alive.

Am I really going to lose my virginity to Jimin? Tonight? Will he get put off knowing that I'm a virgin? Omg, what if I'm awful in bed? How many girls has he slept with? What if I can’t compare? Should have done some squats-

“Hey (Y/N)- “You quickly snap out of your thoughts hearing Jimin call out to you and you turn to face him hurriedly and you sigh seeing his worried expression.

"Hey, are you okay? You look kind of... I don’t know how to put it.... like a little bit stressed?" Jimin says cautiously, taking one hand off the steering wheel to caress the side of your face lovingly and you close your eyes in contentment, drowning your negative thoughts to immerse yourself in his sweet touch instead. “I’m okay, just a little nervous that’s all,” You mumble shyly and Jimin grins in response. "It's okay to be nervous, I'm nervous too," He says bashfully and your eyes open in a snap as those words leave his lips.  

“You don’t have to be nervous around me, I mean look at me-” You chuckle, holding Jimin’s hand against your cheek. Jimin looks a little conflicted as he hears those words leave your lips. “I have been looking at you, shit I have been looking at you for about two years now (Y/N),” Jimin says averting his gaze off the road to take a quick glance at you.

You flush at his words and he smiles in triumph at your embarrassed expression. “I have been looking at you too,” You murmur shyly and Jimin chuckles huskily as he removes his hand off your cheek slowly to grasp the steering wheel. “I know, I’ve been watching you long enough to know you like me. I mean you’re not very subtle,” You bite your lip in embarrassment and Jimin laughs sweetly at your reaction. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable with my excessive staring...” You murmur, shyly looking at him from the corner of your eyes.

“What are you saying sorry for? It’s cute,” He whispers, grinning from ear to ear as he stares at the road. “I’m anything but that,” Jimin’s smile vanishes at your words and he shakes his head in disagreement. “It’s a shame,” He says curtly and you frown at his words. His words leave an awkward, short silence between the two of you as the radio continues to play music in the background. You stare at him with wide eyes, feeling conflicted and confused at his words, you waited for him to explain his words but you quickly noticed he wasn’t going to say anything anytime soon.  He bites his bottom lip as his eyes cloud over in contemplation. “What?” You ask in confusion, quickly wanting to break the silence and he sighs sadly. “It’s a shame, that you don’t know how attractive you are (Y/N),” He says assuredly, a confident glint shining in his eyes as he stares straight at the road ahead.

“You’re the attractive one,” You whisper, turning your gaze to the window. Jimin smiles and mutters a quick ‘no, you are’, before glancing at you. His words for some reason bothered you in the sense they just did not seem genuine enough to be true. You smile falters and Jimin is quick to notice your change in demeanour. “Hey, are you sure you’re okay? You seem really distracted…”

“Y-yeah I’m fine, I’m sorry if I’m putting you off or something,” Jimin brakes suddenly as those words leave your lips and your eyes widen in shock as he signals to pull off to the side of the road. “-Wait what are you doing?” You frantically ask as he parks the car, removing his hand off his leather steering wheel to put his gear into park and you almost panic at the sudden halt of your journey to his apartment. 

“Why would you ever think that? What made you say that? Me? Be put off from you? Never. Highly unlikely.” Jimin questions turning to face you, face contorting in slight confusion and a mixture of both agitation and worry. “I-I” You stutter shocked at his words, lips opening and closing as you contemplate on what to say. “I find myself to be very off-putting that’s all...” Your voice wavers as those words leave your lips and Jimin looks conflicted. “(Y/N) …” Jimin whispers, unbuckling his seatbelt to face you properly. “You do not put me off, don’t ever say that again. If anything I am ‘turned on’ by you.” He says confidently, before outstretching his hand to switch off the radio. The new silence is almost deafening as you observe him and his beauty. You watch him silently, as you fumble with your fingers nervously. His words sending heat to your cheeks.

“You don’t have to turn that off- “

“Yeah I do, I want to hear you and I want to help you but I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me,” Jimin says sternly, eyes not wavering under your shocked expression. “Jimin it’s nothing really that deep, I’m sorry I made you stop- “

“What’s wrong (Y/N)? You can tell me you know, I know we haven’t spoken to each other for very long but I, I want you to know that you can trust me,” He leans forward towards you carefully, before sliding both hands up to cup your face and to caress your cheeks soothingly. His warmth gives you comfort and you couldn't help but immerse in the way he observed at you at that very moment. You knew he was looking at you for you and you couldn't help but let a quick single tear slip. 

Jimin’s eyes widened at the sight of you crying and he mentally panics. “Please don’t cry! Hey, what’s wrong- “

His mouth moves and words are spilling out but you block his voice as you stare at his luscious lips, you threw rationality out of the window because what you did next was a complete shock to both you and Jimin. You just wanted to rush into things and to just completely ignore the negative thoughts from ruining the mood. 

You didn’t know what possessed you to kiss him but you knew just had to feel yourself being connected to him somehow. You desperately needed to feel those luscious full lips against your own as soon as possible. You almost mentally panic at Jimin’s stillness but it didn’t take long for him to start kissing you back as soon as he came over his initial shock. He was quick to return your advances with an eagerness you never experienced before or expected.

You are both completely immerse yourselves into the steamy kiss, as he slides his palm onto your cheek, stroking the side of your face gently while he moans erotically into your mouth. You sighed at the sensation of his tongue caresses your bottom lip and you open your mouth wide enough for them to meet. You finally tasted heaven. He caresses your body and you return his caresses with a willingness and impatience.

“S-Shit (Y/N),” Jimin moans lowly, as you slide your hands against his thick thighs and you whine against his lips in response. Right before you could make contact with his crotch his hands a wrapped around yours. You both pull apart, chests heaving heavily as your lungs fight for oxygen. You stare up at him in a haze and he sighs almost painfully as he stares at gorgeously hot expression displayed on your face.  

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” You apologise and Jimin laughs bitterly in confusion before he sweeps his bangs out of his face and you watch him run his fingers through his hair in insignificant irritation. You gulp, still panting from the hot make-out session you both just shared as you watched him silently.

He hates me. I screwed up. I don’t know what came over me-

“Please don’t fucking apologise for kissing me (Y/N) because I enjoyed that shit way too fucking much,” He says slowly turning to face you again with a tender expression on his face. “I’m sorry-I mean! Ok!” You bite back a sigh of relief as he chuckles while leaning forward towards you. Quickly placing a long gentle peck against your parted lips before patting your head lightly and you couldn’t help but flush in embarrassment at his actions even though it was definitely a rather innocent act compared to what you both just did. “I didn’t hate a single second of what we just did. In fact, I got a little too carried away there...” He says sternly, a smile spreading across his lips. “I want to kiss you…but I need you to be in the right state of mind. I need you happy. I can tell something is bothering you. Now, please look me in the eye and tell me the truth, what’s on your mind? The only reason I stopped kissing you was so we could talk about whatever is occupying your thoughts. If I'm going to go further with you, I want you to be in the right mindset.

You bite your lip in panic, not wanting to expose your thoughts to him. You stare at him calmly even though you were mentally panicking. Why did he have to be so sweet? It was so unfair. That expression on his face. That look in his eyes as if he was staring at something he truly cared for and was fond of. Feeling the need of distracting him again you sweep forward to reconnect your lips with his but he turns his face away quickly, your lips colliding with his cheek instead. “Nu-huh, don’t think you get out of this that easily my darling, you think just by distracting me with your beauty and kisses-even though you are…quite-quite…. fucking distracting,” He murmurs the last part and his eyes clouding over with lust, he sighs while shaking his head.

"Please, Jimin let's just- "

“You are great at distracting me but we're not leaving this curbside until you talk to me." You look up at him with puppy dog eyes and even though his gaze softens tremendously he stubbornly keeps up his act. You groan slamming the side of the car in defeat before opening your mouth again. Jimin watches your outburst intensely, his eyes boring into the side of your face as he clutches your car seat in anticipation.

“Okay…Okay, fine.” You whisper nodding your head slowly and Jimin smiles at you reassuringly and gently. “The truth is Jimin…” You mumble, glancing to him in embarrassment. He nods at you for you to continue as you paused suddenly.  You sigh before pouting and he grins at your cuteness. “I-I’m so in love with you that whenever I am with you I feel like I can’t breathe and you-you are just such an amazing person and you’ve always been so sweet to me. I trust you and I want you...but there’s something you need know before we get intimate,” Jimin beams widely at you and your heartthrobs in your chest at the delighted expression revealed on his handsome face. "Go on." He nods his head encouraging you to continue, his voice sounding almost shy as you inhale and exhale shakily.

“What is it? What’s been troubling you?”

“I’m a virgin…the furthest I have ever been with a boy is what we just did and I am totally inexperienced and you're always surrounded by such beautiful girls…you and your popular group of friends and I-I’m just so scared you won’t like me or that I can’t compare,” You say in embarrassment, eyes averting away from him. Jimin’s eyes widened in shock, his eyebrows furrow and you instantly feel like drowning yourself at that very moment as you wait in anticipation of his response.

“Why would I not like you?” Jimin says almost appalled at the thought. “What?” You mumble looking back at him. “(Y/N) I am so fucking in love with you too, I have been watching you for two years, two whole fucking years! You’re all I have ever wanted for the past two years since we started University and I don’t mind you not being experienced! I’m worried that I am the one that’s going to put you off, I have been thinking about you all night. I worry too! Like, things like you know-Do I smell good? Is she going to be satisfied with me? Should I have worked out before I came to this party instead of binge eating pizza?” You giggle in happiness at his words and he grins back at you lovingly. “You have nothing to worry about, I find you so freaking attractive (Y/N) …”  

“Really?” You ask feeling joy overtake your emotions as he nods surely. His confidence seems to have been boosted as he rolls his shoulders back before straightening up his posture.

“Yes, I am so in love with you. I want you so fucking much. I don’t ever wanna hear that shit come out of your mouth again, I really gave myself blue balls because you thought I wouldn’t like you because you’re a virgin? Inexperienced? Babe, buckle up, I’m taking back to my place and I’ll teach you everything you need to know about sex.” His mutters the last part before buckling his seatbelt and starting the car with impatience when suddenly he pauses abruptly hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. “What’s wrong?” You ask blinking up at him in confusion. His sudden lack of enthusiasm set your nerves on wack as you struggled to remain calm. Is it really over before it even started? “I-I want you (Y/N) but if you aren't ready or want to wait you need to let me know as soon as we start because I don't think I'll be able to control myself with you. I mean look at you. You are so freaking gorgeous." His words shoot straight to your heart as an uncontrollable smile brightens up your face. "I want you too." Apparently, this was all Jimin needed to hear to happily be able to speed off to his home. You felt your stomach drop in anxiousness as he confidently speeds off into the direction of his apartment.

“You actually fucking thought that being a virgin would put me off? Babe that makes me so fucking happy. That turns me on so fucking much, I’m going to give you a night you won’t forget and show you just how much I have been thinking ‘bout you.” Jimin says suggestively and you nod silently feeling a combination of terror and anticipation while crossing your legs together trying to suppress the sexual arousal throbbing sensation happening in-between your legs. You release a long sigh as the dampness in your panties becomes more and more noticeable.

The door slams open with a bang and he has you pinned to the nearest wall the heat radiating off his body makes you dizzy. As your lips drag against each other several times before his hand travel down south to cup your heat. “Jimin!” You jump with a start at his bold action and he smirks cockily against your lips. "I am going to show you; just how much I have been thinking about you. Just how much you turn me on and just how fucking sexy you are…"He pulls back to observe your needy expression and you exhale erratically when your eyes meet.

“I-I want you so fucking bad…” You sigh and he smirks, watching your eyes cloud over with lust as you are hastily tugging him back down by his neck to meet your lips once again. He grunts moving his fingers against your jeans to rub deliciously against your sensitive spot. You moan out loud, throwing your head back at the pleasure pulsating through your body. His touch creating friction against your sensitive clit. He grins, loving every second of your reaction, you watch him with hooded eyes as he swipes his tongue over his now swollen lips.

His eyes scan you from head to toe and you couldn’t hide the desire you felt for him any longer as you were practically dripping. “Fuck, you are creating a wet patch on your jeans…fuck," Jimin mutters huskily, face contorting in yearning as he quickens the pace of his fingers pressed against your heat. Your eyes roll back and your clutch his shoulders tightly.  

“J-Jimin!” You cry out in pleasure at the feeling of his fingers brushing against you even harder and faster than before. He smiles pleased with your reaction before he’s burring his face into the side of your neck. He sucks on your sensitive skin while continuing his torture over your crotch. Your moans become louder as he sucks embarrassing loudly on your skin leaving a trail of hickeys against the base of your neck. “You’re so fucking sensitive…” He murmurs against your bruised skin before pulling back slightly to observe his work.

He smiles pleased at the patches of purple and red appearing on your skin. “Please…” You whine rocking your hips against his fingers and the palm of his hand. Jimin’s eyes widen in shock as he watches you rock yourself against him, desperate for more friction against your heat. “F-Fuck, (Y/N).” He groans at the sight, biting hard onto his bottom lip as you moan out his name quietly. “J-Jimin…please…” You whine shamelessly and practically growls as he removes his hand off your heat. You groan in frustration at the loss of friction.

“Jump.” He says simply and you comply immediately leaping up into his arms as he pushes you back against the wall. You giggle wrapping your legs around his lean waist, tugging him impossibly closer. “I am going to make love to you for as long as I want and you're going to let me." You moan at his suggestive words, nodding in expectation. Jimin rubs his hands over your ass, kneading the flesh and you bite your lip in anticipation. “Stop looking at me like that, I’m trying to be gentle with you.” Jimin grinds against you and you whimper at the feeling of his hard on making contact with your now sensitive heat. “Oh my...” Jimin says pouting. You look up at him panting, trying to gyrate your hips to brush against his dick once again. “Someone’s needy for me,” He smirks, placing a slap against one of your ass cheeks, before soothingly rubbing over it. You moan out both in pleasure and pain, body quivering with need and eyes slimming into a playful glare as you move one of your hands off his shoulder to feel him over his jeans.

You almost scream in shock at how hard he was against the palm of your hand as you felt over his jeans. Jimin moans out loud at the feeling, closing his eyes as his face scrunches up in ecstasy. You smirk at his reaction, pressing your hand even harder, feeling him even firmer over his jeans. His eyes snap open with a start and you down at him innocently. “Yes, someone is very needy indeed.” He snorts at you in disbelief before re-connecting your lips to his. You kiss for what felt like minutes before you pull back first for air. Your both panting against each other's lips. Getting lost in each other's eyes.

"You can't do me like that (Y/N) …I'm going to show you what It is like to be fucked right, so be a good girl and let me take care of you alright?" You nod impulsively, heart hammering against your chest as he walks over to his bedroom. He is carrying you firmly in his arms, you wrap your arms around his neck and prepare yourself to be placed down against his mattress. To your surprise, he bends down to place you against the bed gently, still holding you in his arms and you continue to leave your legs to wrap securely around his waist.

“P-Please be gentle with me Jimin…I’ve never done this before.” You stutter nervously as he eye fucks you. Your reminder makes him smirk as he bites down hard onto his bottom lip, head shaking from side to side as he stares at you.

"You've never done this before?" Your heart hammers in your chest at the sexiness added to his questioning tone. The look in his eyes is displaying pure lust, causing your breathing to become increasingly heavier. He averts his dark eyes down to your chest. He watches your body move up and down as the large intakes of air invade your lungs. His smirk becomes increasingly more noticeable and you're loving every bit of his cockiness.

"Yes," You murmur just above a whisper and he slowing traces his teasing fingers down your sides, causing goosebumps to appear on your arms. "No wonder your so fucking responsive," He mutters biting down onto his bottom lip. You feel yourself almost choke out a moan as his front teeth tug onto the flesh. "I almost find that hard to believe, considering you were teasing me when I had your fine ass perched up against that wall a few minutes ago." He murmurs, hands raking down your sides and you shudder immediately at the feeling. "I am." You whine with neediness seeping through your voice. He smirks cocking his head cutely to the side. You watch him with hooded eyes as he brings his face to hover over your covered breasts. "I think you I need to show you who's in charge here baby girl." He whispers teasingly against your chest and you whimper in response.

“J-Jimin-“

He smirks moving his face back up to your neck. You watch him silently and sighed at the feeling of his lips against your neck. "Baby, if…you ever… start feeling uncomfortable… you need to …let me know and …I'll stop straight away," He says between soft feather-like kisses to your exposed neck and you immediately throw your head back to give him full access. "Well, I guess you probably wouldn't want that anyways." His perfectly shapes lips pull into a grin against your soft sensitive skin and your body automatically flushes in response.

“I trust you Jimin and I love you but shit your talking way too fucking much,” Jimin’s eyes widen in shock at your words and he chuckles softly while shaking his head. "Someone's feisty, are you sure you're a virgin?" You hum in annoyance and he responds with a breathtakingly beautiful smile.  

"Don't worry baby, I'm going to make you feel so damn good." You sigh at his suggestive tone, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck.  "Please just take me already," The desperation obvious in your voice causes his cock to throb and harden even harder than it already was. "You don't have to tell me twice." He murmurs against your clothed chest before his fingers begin to slowly unbutton on your jeans. You are panting sexily against his mattress and his fingers work on removing your jeans with urgency. You watch him with a nervous grin and assist him with tugging them off your body.

He smells the scent of your arousal and his smirk stretches to an even larger one as you watch him. You close your eyes momentarily in embarrassment as he stares at the wet patch visible on your panties. “Fuck…” He murmurs against your thigh, which makes you tremble at the feeling of his warm breath making contact with your soft skin. You swallow your spit in anticipation as he sits up off the bed, hovering over your half-naked form to shimmer off his sleek black leather jacket.

“I’m going to take really good care of you.” Your fingers twitch beside you as he leans back down on you to leave warm sensual kisses over your collar bones. You sigh at the feeling, desperately attaching your fingers to his soft locks. He whines against your skin as you tug gently at his locks. He sucks lewdly against your skin, moaning softly and you groan running your fingers through his hair as he continues to suck countless more hickeys on your collarbones and chest. His skilful hands unbuttoning jacket swiftly and easily. He moves his hands against your back to help you sit up steadily to remove your jacket out of your arms and to pull off your t-shirt in one go over your head.

You blush in embarrassment as he stares at your half naked form and it takes a lot of willpower to not cover yourself from his admiring sharp eyes. “You’re fucking gorgeous…” He mutters confidently raking his eyes over your body. You pat down your hair and he smirks at you cockily, his eyes never leaving yours as he tugs his t-shirt off his body. Your eyes widen in shock at the solid six pack abs in front of you. You are practically drooling at his stomach, he grins at your reaction as he stands up off the bed to take off his pants and underwear one go.

Oh my goodness

“Like what you see?” He says teasingly walking back to bed, your eyes widen at his length and you almost release a squeak at the size. “Because I know I fucking do.” He says confidently. “Take off your bra and panties.” He commands leaning over you with a teasing smile. You look back at him completely horrified.

“Um…I-I,”

He smiles at your bewildered expression and sighs dramatically. “Okay, if you want me to undress you that badly... All you had to do is ask.” He smirks, leaning back over you, placing a soft peck against your cheek and moving his hands hurriedly towards your back. You sigh against his neck as he unclasps your bra, pulling off your body in one swift motion. You avert your gaze to his chest as you felt his eyes on your breasts. He wastes no time, moving impatiently to take off your panties, almost ripping them in the process.

“H-Hey! Be careful those were expensive!” You complain, running your hand through hair sexily, Jimin smirks, eyes roaming over your naked figure. “That’s okay…I’ll buy you new ones, shit, I’ll buy you as many as you want baby girl…” You feel yourself becoming wetter by the second as you take this opportunity to also admire his figure. He stands over you in his naked glory and you clutch his bed sheets aggressively. The throbbing coming from your heat is almost unbearable at this point.

“I need you to touch me Jimin please…” You mutter shyly, your cheeks reddening by the second. He curses under his breath, his dick twitching as he steps back to admire you naked form even more carefully. “F-Fuck…(Y/N) …You were hiding this fucking amazing body under those oversized clothes you wear.” He sighs watching you with hooded eyes. You feel completely vulnerable under his intense gaze.

“Come here Jimin…” You command motioning him to come closer. He crouches back down onto the bed inching closer towards and you immediately reach out to him, he smiles gently at you as he holds you in a soft embrace. You melt in warmth and he begins to leave kisses against your warm sensitive skin. He moves towards your chest with determination, his lips leave several kisses against your warm skin before he wraps his lips around your left nipple.

You moan at the new sensation of lips wrapping around your sensitive nipple. His other hand kneads your other breast gently and your head throws back slamming against his bed as you continue to moan out his name like a mantra. You curl your fingers back in his hair and you feel his lips pull into a smirk against your skin.

"Fuck Jimin!" You tremble against him and he moves his lips to your other nipple giving it to the same treatment as the left. You grasp his shoulder muscles, moaning under him and submerging yourself in the new pleasure you were experiencing. He kisses down your stomach and you suck in your breath when he hovers over your most sensitive place. He looks up at you with a cheeky grin and you shiver under him. You watch him with lustful eyes and he winks at you before licking a long stripe from your entrance to clit with hot his tongue. Your back completely arches off the bed as your body shudders at the intense pleasure you were experiencing. You moan out his name as your fingers quickly tug at his hair.

“JIMIN!”

He smiles in delight at your reaction, his hands holding your legs apart firmly, he nuzzles his lips against your clit which makes you quiver in undeniable pleasure, before his sucks on it hard. “AH! JIMIN FUCK!” You scream out tugging even harder at his locks which makes him groan into your heat. The vibrations drive you crazy as he continues to abuse your sensitive nub. You're a moaning mess at this point, his licks at your entrance while releasing one of your thighs since you were opening your legs shamelessly now without any hesitation or fear. He puts an index finger inside you which makes you choke out another wonton moan. He smirks before adding another finger. You sigh turning your face to the side to moan against his bed sheets. “No, baby girl I need you to face me.” He commands curling his fingers inside you. “J-Jimin fuck oh my gosh!” You breathlessly say moving your hands to fist at his sheets as he begins pumping his fingers inside at you unbelievably fast pace while sucking your clit.

“OH, MY GOD!” You scream at the feeling of warmth pooling inside your stomach. You were close. You were so very excruciatingly close to your first release. Jimin felt your inside clenching tightly against his fingers so he adds a third to stretch you out even further. You throw your head back, while your eyes roll to the back of your head at the incredible sensation you were experiencing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You chant at the feeling of your orgasm approaching fast.

"J-Jimin I'm close…I'm so fucking close," You sob in pleasure as you watch him with hooded eyes, fingers curling lovingly in his hair. Jimin smirks against your clit and continues his torture to your heat even faster and harder than before. You release his soft lock too surprised at the pleasure pulsating through you, fingers moving to clutch tightly at his sheets again instead. He grunts snapping his fingers faster inside of you, as he gazes is fixed on your pleasured expression. Then it hit you. Your orgasm hit you like a truck as you screamed in ecstasy, your body trembling and throbbing at the overload of ecstasy you were feeling.

"Come for me baby," Jimin mutters continuing his assault to your nub. Your back arches even further off the bed as you start seeing stars. You shake and quiver against him as well as his bed as he gradually slows down his pace helping you ride out your first orgasm of the night. You pant and Jimin watches you with hunger as he eyes you breathing heavily against his sheets. Your breast perky and mouth swelled from his kisses he was set off the edge. He moves to his bedside table, pulling out a condom from one of the draws and you watch him sliding it on his rock hard length feeling yourself immediately desire him again. 

He moves back to you hastily and you watch him eagerly as he gives himself a few good pumps. “Are you ready?” He asks softly while aligning his dick to your dripping entrance, you nod looking up at him confidently. He smiles, leaning down towards you to place a soft gentle kiss on your lips before he’s pushing the head of his length at your entrance. You relaxed completely against him as he soothingly stroked your thigh. “Let me know if you want me to stop and I’ll stop right away okay?” You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck. “It’s okay Jimin I want this.” You say encouragingly and he smiles down at you in return before he’s slowly pushing his length in.

Jimin glances between his length buried deep inside you and your scrunched up face. “D-Do you want me to stop?” He asks fearfully as you whimper. You shake your head ‘no’, your eyes clamped shut at the slight pain from the stretch. He curses under his breath and you bite onto your bottom lip waiting for your body to get used to the new sensation and for the discomfort to lessen.  

"Y-You're so fucking tight." He moans placing his head on your shoulder. “Are you okay?” He asks worriedly lifting his face to check up on you. You watch him begin to sweat as his face contorts in pleasure. He uses all his restraints to not move and wait for you to adjust properly. “I’m fine.” You smile at him, leaning forward to place a quick peck against his cheek.  “You can move now.” Jimin raises an eyebrow at you questioningly and you laugh quietly in response.

“It’s okay Jimin you can move now.” You reassure him softly and he scans your face for encouragement. When you nod at him he smiles back down at you before beginning to move his hip back and snapping forward. He eases himself in and out, smiling to himself as your head falls back. He is aroused by your soft moans of pleasure as he continues to repeat this hip movement a few more times before the pain starts turning into pleasure.

“J-Jimin.” You moan tightening your hold on his arms. He smirks down at you before increasing his pace. He pulls back almost all the way before shoving his length back into you. He fills you up so deliciously that you chant his name in complete utter pleasure. “You feel so good baby girl!” Jimin coos hoarsely in your ear before nibbling on it.  “AH! JIMIN!” You moan louder so incredibly turned on by his compliment plus loving the way he felt ramming in and out of you.

“F-Faster Jimin…please,” You sob and he grins pulling your earlobe between his teeth which drove you crazy when it was mixed to the pleasure of dick thrusting in and out of you at a much speedy pace. The pleasure was practically becoming overwhelming as tears begin to tricker at the corner of your eyes. “Oh! Jimin please don’t stop!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He smirks moving his full lips to your neck, quickly picking up his pace, getting off easily at just the way you screamed his name as he shoved his length deeper and deeper into your heat. Your eyes rolled back as you felt him brush against g-stop over and over again. “JIMIN!” He smirks as your moans of his name begin to become even louder. “I love it when you say my name like that.” He reveals in a husky voice as he continues hitting your spot with every rock of the hip. “So good,” You watch his face twist with pleasure while he moves one hand down between your bodies to rub against your now swollen clit for added pleasure.

“F-FUCK JIMIN YES!” You squeal, scratching at his back at the amazing sensation spreading throughout your body. “You like that?” He smirks as he gazes at you with a questionable expression. “YES!” You scream as he growls over your chest. “Fuck! You’re so fucking unbelievably tight!” He moans picking up his pace as he felt you tightening against him. He gapes at your beauty as you slide your hands off his shoulder to run your fingers through your hair instead. You clutch your locks as moans continue to pour out of your dry parted lips.

"Oh, my-“ Jimin groans watching your face contort with pleasure. “I wish you could see how fucking dirty you look.” He chuckles as you stare up at him with tearful eyes. “You should see how fucking sexy you look right now.” He growls moving his hands to grab your hips. “You’re so beautiful (Y/N).” Jimin sighs placing wet sloppy kisses along the side of your neck. You could only moan louder as his thrusts began to push into you much faster and rougher. “S-Shit…” He curses faintly, tugging onto his bottom lip while watching you whine and squeal underneath him as he brushes hard against your spot with hooded eyes.

You propped yourself up on your elbows after releasing your hair to help steady yourself and meet his thrusts. He smirks down at you, eyes concentrating on your blissful expression. You met his hips with yours with each thrusts encouraging him to go harder. He smirks watching your breasts bounce as you mouth hung open at the pleasure shooting through your body. He moves his lips to neck and jaw leaving feverish kisses here and there as his hands clutch your breasts tenderly.  

You scream feeling your second orgasm approaching quickly. Jimin's thrusts begin to fall slightly out of rhythm which helps you grasp that he was close too. You continue to clench him tightly and Jimin bites his lips in pleasure as your expression continues to send him off the edge. “I’m close,” He moans and you nod in between moans of ecstasy. "M-Me too." Jimin grins down at you, clutching your thigh tightly to lift them, angling a new position to fuck you even deeper than before. "JIMIN!" Your scream of his name, while trembling and quivering in pleasure beneath him, drives him wild and he feels his own orgasm quickly approaching. “You have no idea how much you turn me on.” He confesses as your second orgasm comes suddenly, leaving your whole body throbbing in bliss, your toes curl as your nails dig into his back muscles. Jimin hisses and drowns out your screams with his swollen lips.

He moans against your lips as his seeds fill up the condom, his thrusts become sloppy as he rides out both his and your orgasm. Your back arched from your orgasm leaving your chest pressed hard against Jimin's. You shudder and shake below him as your orgasm begins to fade. He holds you tightly against him as you both continue to calm down from your high. You stare at each other eyes, adoration for him continues to bloom even deeper in your chest as you both pant even harder, feeling entirely fucked out and exhausted.

“You don’t know…how long…I’ve wanted to do that…” Jimin says between deep breaths as he brings his face back down to leave a lengthy passionate kiss on your lips. You return his kiss with eagerness as you continue to feel at his body. Jimin grins at you hovering slightly over you and you beam back at him feeling completely at peace. He presses his hands against the mattress caging you between his arms as he slowly removes himself out of your heat. You whimper at the sensation, still feeling incredibly sensitive from the intense love-making you just experienced.

You watch him walk over to bin located in the corner of his room and he takes off the condom throwing it in the trash before walking back over to you. You smile at him and he helps you sit up. "How are you feeling?" He asks threading his fingers through your hair. You nod in response feeling too fatigued to speak. He laughs placing you back down onto the bed gently, before sliding into the bed right next to you. You gaze at him lovingly as he wraps the blanket around the both of you. You sigh feeling incredibly comfortable and warm in his embrace, he moves pillows to the side of him to wrap a secure arm around your form pulling you closer towards his chest.

“Now…you have finally had a taste of what it would be like to be with me,” Jimin snickers, gently stroking patterns onto your naked back. You giggle quietly, nodding your head against his chest feeling his body vibrate against you as he talks and laughs. “I like you a lot more than I originally thought.” You murmur, sighing softly as he places a gentle peck on the crown of your head. Jimin basks in your scent, moving his hands to teasingly run down over your body. "Well, you must like me a lot then.” He flirtatiously smirks which makes heat rush to your cheeks.

“Yeah…I really like you a lot.” You say bashfully looking up at him. Jimin’s breath hitches in his throat as he stares at you silently. "Well, …you’re in luck because I really like you a lot too.” His voice is raspy and you couldn’t help but grin into his shoulder blade. He chuckles softly before placing a few soft feather-like kisses against your cheeks and neck.

“I have been thinking ‘bout you for a very long time now. I love you so much.”

thanks for reading!! More stories: here

[silversoulstardust]

50 Questions You’ve Never Been Asked

I was tagged by @plusultratempo , thanks for the tag babe!

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?: Purple-pink

2. Name a food you never eat?: a blowfish

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?: too cold! my fingers get icy real quick so I like to touch people’s neck with it and make them jump heheh :p 

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?: work work work. i’m still at work but it’s been chill so I’m taking the time to go through these questions teehee

5. What is your favorite candy bar?: kit-kat and twix, i can’t choose just one!

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports event?: hockey. my college was big on hockey so they made us students go to live matches for moral support. free food and fun time with friends even though I know nothing about hockey? lol sign me up

7. What is the last thing you said out loud?: “I’m gonna kill you!” *me, to flies buzzing around in my room*

8. What is your favorite ice cream?: vanilla with chocolate chips

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?: mineral water

10. Do you like your wallet?: i feel... neutral about it. it’s an old one from Esprit, my boyfriend gave it to me when we first started dating

11. What was the last thing you ate?: rice with chicken and vegetables

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?: lol yeah a karasuno jacket

13. The last sporting event you watched?: does haikyuu matches count? because i really cant recall any lol 

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?: caramel

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to?: my boyfriend, bragging about how I successfully made a Japanese strawberry shortcake lol 

16. Ever go camping?: yes! its fun!

17. Do you take vitamins?: not everyday because im forgetful 

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?: nope, not a christian 

19. Do you have a tan?: lol im asian i dont get tan i am tanned 

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?: pizza ftw 

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?: No, it feels better to chug it 

22. What color socks do you usually wear?: colorful ones bc fuck norm

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?: almost exclusively. i know where the speed traps are on my route to work so i’d slow down near the area. i’m lucky there’s no police patrol ambushing speedy people on my way to work

24. What terrifies you?: cockroaches. i’d scream bloody murder, even at 3am

25. Look to your left, what do you see?: a calculator

26. What chore do you hate?: ironing clothes. i always end up burning through precious blouses and it irritates me so much 

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?: my boyfriend. he’s working in Australia and he’s speaking like one now 

28. What’s your favorite soda?: coca-cola

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thrus?: Drive thru. less interaction with people and I don’t even have to leave my car so I can just go in my pajamas 

30. Who’s the last person you talked to?: a patient

31. Favorite cut of beef?: tenderloin i guess? im not really sure 

32. Last song you listened to?: centimilimental - i want to die 

33. Last book you read?: The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

34. Favorite day of the week?: Saturday, when you’re in the sweet spot of weekend, not thinking about it ending soon like Sunday

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?: lol no 

36. How do you like your coffee?: with brown sugar and a little milk

37. Favorite pair of shoes?: i have this comfortable heels for work that i wear everywhere bc it makes me taller lol 

38. The time you normally go to sleep?: it depends entirely on my work schedule the next day lol 

39. The time you normally get up?: it depends entirely on my work schedule on the day lol 

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?: sunsets. something magical i cant explain 

41. How many blankets on your bed?: I live in a tropical climate bruh. one is enough. 

42. Describe your kitchen plates: it’s made out of corell and it has orange-grey flowery design 

43. Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?: i’ve been sober for almost 2 years now but i really liked vodka 

44. Do you play cards?: if you mean uno, yes. 

45. What color is your car?: milky white

46. Can you change a tire?: nope

47. Your favorite province?: do people have a favorite province??? lol 

48. Favorite job you’ve ever had?: it wasn’t an official job but i used to bake and sell muffins at college to fund for my travel so that’s that

49. How did you get your biggest scar?: i was two?? i think when i played with my cousin’s trophy and hit myself with it. got a huge laceration wound on my eyebrow. you can still see it if you stare hard enough lol 

50. What did you do today that made someone else happy?: im pretty sure helping someone stay alive can make them happy. that’s my job scope lol 

tagging babes @berrynthewood @tinxies @kaidasen & @mygeekcorner ! do it when you have the time k no pressure <3 

[captaindaddykru]

50 questions you’ve never been asked

i’ve been tagged by the lovely human @marauders-groupie so i will do it for her

What is the color of your hairbrush? boring white but it has glitters in it

Name a food you never eat? eggs which always seems to shock people

Are you typically too warm or too cold? am i just the right temperature baby but if i had to pick one probably warm?

What were you doing 45 minutes ago? dragging j*ssica h*rmon to filth on multiple social media platforms and reconsidering each and every of my life choices that have led me to stan a show with a cast from hell

What is your favorite candy bar? if i had to pick a kitkat, or if bueno counts im going with bueno. 

Have you ever been to a professional sports event? hmm for my lifeguarding job ive been to a lot of events so if thats a thing then yeah

What is the last thing you said out loud? “een block kan ie krijgen” which is basically me saying my useless father can fuck off back into oblivion<3

What is your favorite ice cream? EVERYTHING EXCEPT CHOCOLATE AND BLACK SESAM<3

What was the last thing you had to drink? coke

Do you like your wallet? i.. dont have one

What was the last thing you ate? chocolate chip cookie

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? noooo im tryna limit everything i buy cuz i have so much stuff and i need to safe money and like the environment?

The last sporting event you watched? actually it was rugby i think i did it for kisha

What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? sweet

Who is the last person you sent a text message to? samm we were both ranting about how much the 100 cast deserves early on-set baldness safe from like three exceptions

Ever go camping? no not for real camping bugs scare me but i love nature so maybe i should try it someday. would love to go camping in canada

Do you take vitamins? no

Do you go to church every Sunday? absolutely not

Do you have a tan? nope

Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? chinese i only like a very specific kind of pizza

Do you drink your soda with a straw? sometimes

What color socks do you usually wear? multicolored

Do you ever drive above the speed limit? sometimes but max 5 km/h

What terrifies you? the state of the world and the desensitivity of humanity. and s7 of the 100

Look to your left, what do you see? a wall

What chore do you hate? dishes i hate touching wet stuff and especially wet food is a phobia

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? a few things cross my mind. bob and eliza. crocodiles? the girl from the bachelor pretending she had an accent to be interesting.

What’s your favorite soda? coca cola. used to be addicted but these days ive been toning down

Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thrus? drive thru or takeout

Who’s the last person you talked to? my mom, about my dad bugging me

Favorite cut of beef? uhm like? steak? idk what this question means

Last song you listened to? poison and wine by the civil wars while breaking down over bellarke

Last book you read? life of the party by olivia gatwood but its more poetry then fiction but its a book!

Favorite day of the week? usually friday i think

Can you say the alphabet backwards? in what world would that be a useful skill?

How do you like your coffee? i dont

Favorite pair of shoes? i have these really cute snakeprint neon heels i wanna bust out someday soon

The time you normally go to sleep? NORMALLY? well i work in shifts so thats not really a question i can answer but i’d say usually 2-3 am or even later. or i dont sleep at all. or i sleep all day. 

The time you normally get up? again i work shifts so ranges from 05:00am to 12pm to 09pm.

What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets. i just enjoy nighttime

How many blankets on your bed? uhm like seventeen i have a lot of primark blankets with different patterns

Describe your kitchen plates: brown and white

Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage? i love red vodka redbull but thats like crack cocaine and then i’ll just end up crying over bellarke for four hours so i try to keep it to a bare minimum

Do you play cards? no sometimes uno? does that count?

What color is your car? black unfortuntately i wanted a cool color

Can you change a tire? no

Your favorite province? whats a province? cant be assed to google it so im going with country and i really love indonesia

Favorite job you’ve ever had? the one i have now for the job itself but i really loved lifeguarding because of all my coworkers who i loved dearly

How did you get your biggest scar? biggest scar... probably from an iron i walked into when i was like 8 its on my stomach

What did you do today that made someone else happy? made some people laugh during desperate times that are t100 cast opening their mouths when it costs zero dollars to stay quiet so there’s that<3

I’m tagging: @obviesbellarke @wolfheartgirl @probably-voldemort @talistheintrovert anyone else who wants?

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Companions (+maxson) and their favorite food/drinks!

Cait:

Real hearty girl like her likes a nice Brahmin steak and a pint of beer or a shot of whisky .

Curie:

Once she becomes a synth she is beyond excited to try new things but she soon discovers she is an ironically picky eater and honestly just enjoys purified water and a nice tato and carrot salad.

Danse:

Being brought up as a soldier he learns to appreciate even the simplest things, so he likes mutfruit and cherry cola with the occasional snack cakes so long as he works out especially hard the next day.

Deacon:

He won’t admit it but he genuinely likes eating sugar bombs, even if he has to take some rad x to fully enjoy it.

Gage:

He doesn’t really have a favorite and if he did he doesn’t openly express it to you. That being said, you can see him hoarding dandy boy apples and nuka cola wild.

Hancock:

Does day tripper count? No, well if that’s the case he likes anything with a strong and robust flavor to it. Otherwise he doesn’t really care enough, so long as it isn’t the beer at the third rail.

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Macready:

Snack cakes, sugar bombs, dandy boy apples and gum seem to be his favorites, but he really enjoys hard candies too. As far as drinks are concerned he likes nuka orange and vodka mixed.

Maxson:

He adheres to a strict diet but has a liking towards buffalo Brahmin steak with corn and carrots on the side. And for drinks..well you’ve probably seen his bedroom and command deck. Take a wild guess.

~~

Nick:

He um....doesn’t eat....but hey, oil makes things run better so....uh, yeah.

Old Longfellow:

A true islander born and raised, he loves mirelurk claws with some nice melted Brahmin butter with a nice cold beer to pair.

Piper:

Is completely addicted to power noodles and moonshine and you can’t change my mind.

Preston:

He isn’t much for indulging and has learned to just take whatever he can be lucky enough to find but he loves Salisbury steak.

X6-88:

Is not ashamed to admit he likes snack cakes, the strawberry kind to be exact.

[amantisegreti]

I was tagged by @theleavesoflorien to do two ask games, thanks so much! 🌸

Song titles

Rules: only using song titles from one artist/band, cleverly answer the questions and tag 10 people.

Artist: Niall Horan

What’s your gender? New angel

How are you feeling? Put a little love on me

If you could go anywhere? San Francisco

Favourite mode of transportation? The tide

Your best friend? Dear Patience

Favourite time of day? Black and white

If your life was a tv show? Too much to ask

Relationship status? On my own

50 questions you’ve never been asked

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush? Blue with some black and silver

2. A food you never eat? Tomatoes

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? Too warm

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? Catching up with Niall’s live and copying notes

5. What is your favourite candy bar? Mars? Does it count?

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports event? Nope

7. What is the last thing you said out loud? Mmh I think I asked my dog if she was sure she wanted to go downstairs?

8. What is your favourite ice cream? Stracciatella … not sure it’s called like that in english

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? Water

10. Do you like your wallet? Yes but I need to change it cause it’s starting to break. It’s black with owls

11. What was the last thing you ate? A sort of bread with cheese and tuna

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? Bit hard considering I can’t leave the house ... and I only wear pyjamas anyway

13. The last sporting event you watched? Football but it’s been a while

14. What is your favourite flavour of popcorn? Just salt

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to? Marianne

16. Ever go camping? I used to. I wouldn’t mind going again but just with my friends, not all their boyfriends as well

17. Do you take vitamins? Vitamin D

18. Do you go to church every sunday? Nope, not religious

19. Do you have a tan? I reflect light, that’s all you need to know

20. Do you prefer chinese food or pizza? Pizza

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw? I don’t drink soda, but my water bottle has a straw inside?

22. What colour socks do you usually wear? Grey, I have like 20 pairs of the same socks

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? I haven’t driven in a while but no, I wouldn’t do it

24. What terrifies you? Death in general

25. Look to your left, what do you see? The love of my life, the fridge

26. What chore do you hate? I hate loading the dishwasher

27. What do you think of when you hear an australian accent? I wouldn’t recognise it tbh

28. What’s your favourite soda? If i had to choose Coca Cola

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? Usually I go inside

30. Who’s the last person you talked to? My mum

31. Favourite cut of beef? Don’t really eat beef

32. Last song you listened to? Whatever Niall was singing in his live, probably Black and White

33. Last book you read? I’m currently reading The dream thieves 

34. Favourite day of the week? Friday

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards? Probably not

36. How do you like your coffee? Don’t like it

37. Favourite pair of shoes? My red vans

38. At what time do you normally go to bed? 1 AM

39. At what time do you normally get up? 9-10 AM

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? Sunrise 

41. How many blankets are on your bed? One

42. Describe your kitchen plates? We have some fancy ones that have some sort of flowers, ceramic ones that are all green or all orange and then some glass ones that are just transparent

43. Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? No, used to like Vodka but it’s terrible for my stomach, I like Mojitos I guess?

44. Do you play cards? Does on my phone count? I have solitario 

45. What colour is your car? Don’t have one, my mum’s grey and that’s the one I’m supposed to use

46. Can you change a tire? Doubt it

47. What is your favourite state/province? Italy … fave is a stretch tbh

48. Favourite job you’ve ever had? Never had a job

49. How did you get your biggest scar? Mmh … I have two on my knees that I got falling from my bike, I guess those are the biggest ones

50. What did you do today that made someone else happy? I bought my mum a face cream for Mother’s day? Bit early but I was placing the order and asked her to pick one

[unsaid-stardust]

50 Questions You’ve Never Been Asked

Tagged by @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold love ya longtime Kat

What is the colour of your hairbrush? red and black though I only use it in the shower bc curly hair

Are you typically too warm or too cold? too warm !!!!!!!!! always !!!!!

What were you doing 45 minutes ago? playing animal crossing and watching the 4kids version of Winx Club bc I can't stand the nickelodeon dub lmao 

What is your favourite candy bar? milky ways!

Have you ever been to a professional sports event? Yeah! Growing up in a Chicago suburb means going to Cubs games in the Summer. Also, I’ve been to exactly one Bulls game.

What is the last thing you said out loud? “no, that’s okay. That was really helpful”

What is your favourite ice cream? the ben and jerry’s half baked ! so good but the Walmart at school never has it bc it’s so popular

What was the last thing you had to drink? coca-cola...

Do you like your wallet? Yeah! it’s attached to my phone case so it’s really handy!

What was the last thing you ate? a mini chocolate donut lmao

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? nope!

The last sporting event you watched? does the last dance Michael Jordan doc count?? (even tho that’s only bc my parents were watching it)

What is your favourite flavour of popcorn? just plain lol

Who is the last person you sent a text message to? my two irl best friends 

Ever go camping? nope! never!

Do you take vitamins? yeah cuz I have a borderline immune system.

Do you go to church every Sunday? no!

Do you have a tan? not yet

Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? pizza!

Do you drink your soda with a straw? only if it’s from a fast food place!

What colour socks do you usually wear? white!

Do you ever drive above the speed limit? uhhhh.....who’s asking???

What terrifies you? that my writing would never make it in the industry or that writing isn’t even the right career for me.

Look to your left, what do you see? my closet and my sink in my room bc I live in an old house

What chore do you hate? idk if it counts as a chore but I absolutely HATE getting the snow of my car in the winter

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? good’day mate

What’s your favourite soda? Coca Cola...I actually have a problem 

Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thrus? drive thru! although I used to be really anxious about going through the car line bu now it’s all I ever do sakdjfh

Who’s the last person you talked to? my professor/class

Favourite cut of beef? I actually don’t red meat!

Last song you listened to? better man live-5 seconds of summer

Last book you read? I actually.,...can’t remember 

Favourite day of the week? Saturday

Can you say the alphabet backwards? noooo

How do you like your coffee? I've never actually had coffee!

Favourite pair of shoes? my favorite pair are these really shiny/gold Michael kors chunky shoes. my mom says they look like roller skates and my dad says they look like dot from spaceballs should be wearing them saldkjfh 

The time you normally go to sleep? like 11-12pm

The time you normally get up? it’s been varying bc of quarantine but around 9 I think 

What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? I’ve actually never sat and watched a sunrise before so I'd say sunsets for now

How many blankets on your bed? 2 including a comforter lmao

Describe your kitchen plates: white with a blue border

Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? ok so it used to be good ol vodka lemonade, buuuuuttttt I kinda maybe blacked out on it last semester and haven’t drank since....

Do you play cards? no! it makes me anxious bc my genetic condition makes it hard to focus on the numbers and with everyone telling me all the rules and stuff

What colour is your car? black!

Can you change a tire? nope oops 

Favourite job you’ve ever had? tbh this internship I have currently is my fav tho I guess it doesn’t really count as a job

How did you get your biggest scar? from getting my appendix removed lol

What did you do today that made someone else happy? tbh I haven’t had much social interaction but I guess I made someone content today with that one ask I answered 

tagging: @littledancersun @mambofivehargreeves @janes-mike @serendipitousrambles and anyone else!

[reallygoodbuddy]

My honest to god thoughts on Strathcona Spirits

Today was my last day at Strathcona Spirits! Now that I’m no longer on the payroll and have nothing to lose or gain, I feel like I can speak honestly to what it is Strathcona Spirits produce in that tiny little pink shoebox. Speaking as a man with a decent palate, a lot of (maybe too much?) experience tasting spirits of all kinds, and having started Canada’s Best New Bar 2018 (woot woot!), let me give you my however-educated hot take on the sauce cooked up at Strathcona Spirits. 

In my travels around the province as a sales rep, I have tasted many (if not all) of the now 28 craft distilleries in our fair province (and those that have gone the sad way of the dodo as well). Some of them are bad. Some are mediocre. Some are good. Very good. In fact it leans towards very good, and I think this is owing to the small scale of production. I suppose that’s no eureka moment, but some people still don’t get this. When you work in such small batches with a molecular attention to detail, and when you are committed to cutting no corners in sourcing your raw material or hurrying the process of fermentation or buying cheap old worn out barrels or cheaping out on bitter / boring juniper from this cheap region or that (not naming names), the spirits dripping out the other end of the still simply have a much better chance of being excellent. Doesn’t mean they will be, but the odds are much better.

I think what some people do not understand is the utterly gargantuan scale at which some of their favourite international spirits are made. They think “how could something made in my backyard for only three years possibly be as good or better than this much longer-lived product that’s fame has brought it half way across the world to my local liquor store, that has achieved so much fame that they are now an international standard, and yet selling for $10-$20 less a bottle!” Oh boy… it is not that these international products cannot be good. Some of them are great (and some of them deserve a total moratorium... and some of them are the very products some of my favourite bartenders shill for every year as the competition rounds start, booooo!, just kiddingggg I love you guys and who wouldn’t love to go on a big fancy all inclusive trip somewhere and be recognized for transforming at-best-mediocre spirits into something that tastes palatable, you are champions in my eyes no matter what). The fact is that most of the world’s best spirits, wines, beers, ciders, cheeses, etc etc etc, are not made in large enough quantities to be widely exported, if at all. The insane scale at which those other bottles were made guarantees that the attention to detail is lost (would you rather be served a dish made for you or a dish made for an army and scooped into your bowl? would you rather have a wound stitched with a needle or a chopstick?) and this means the bad batches are just blended in with the good batches and the base spirit itself is almost always bland at best or rubbing alcohol at worst. There are great spirits made on massive scale, absolutely!, but the chances get worse, NOT BETTER, as the scale increases. For some reason, however, there are still craft bartenders who see this scenario the opposite way, thinking the larger brands are more likely to be good and the smaller distilleries are just learning and pawning off their learning process to the public at twice the price while hiding behind the good faith of being locally produced. This does happen, yes, in all things, but not nearly as often as you might think, and what is the all-too-common reverse? Huge multi-nationals pawning off their shill onto us and putting the marketing mega budget lipstick on the proverbial pig. We all know how many of the best marketed brands make bland boring weak tasteless garbage. But if you think that big brands have the benefit of the doubt and small distillers don’t, I can’t help but think that the marketing worked on you, fellow bartender. If this is your default setting, I strongly encourage you to reconsider. Yes, your craft distillery cannot fly you to the distillery and comp your first two cases when the new cocktail menu drops or give you branded umbrellas for your patio, but I can guarantee you there is a lot more heart and soul in that bottle. Anyone who appreciates wine knows that scale matters (and we celebrate the difference between vintages and vineyards, vive la différence!). Do you want an estate wine? Or one that is blended from a hundred vineyards so that your last bottle of Apothic tastes just like your next one? 

With all that said, I will be the first to acknowledge that there is a huge discrepancy in quality among craft spirits, just as surely as there is for internationally marketed spirits, and nothing out there is automatically good just because it is produced in Alberta, or anywhere else for that matter. But I have now begun to ramble and get off track. I really bring all this to the fore for the simple reason of testifying, now that I have nothing to gain from it, that it is my honest to God opinion that Strathcona Spirits are making the best damn juice in the province. I have tried the different distilleries’ products. Some are well made but boring. Some are interesting but not well made. Some are both (kudos!) and some are neither (but maybe they will be eventually!). But at the end of the day, I think that what Strathcona is distilling is always creative without being eye-rolling and yet still coming out wildly delicious, which is the true challenge. It’s like trying to make music no one has ever heard before (easy) or trying to make music that sounds good (easy): the true challenge is making music that no one has every heard before that also sounds amazing.

How do I love thee, you Strathcona Spirits, let me count the ways: Eschewing all flavoured vodka yet making an exceedingly flavourful vodka, easily one of the best vodkas I’ve ever tasted, anywhere and from anywhere. Big bodied. Bold. Expressive of our central albertan wheat and the terroir it flourishes in. A bread basket of a vodka for the bread basket of North America. And then making a big bold low-toned robust gin that can put some hair on your chest, a gin equivalent of left-bank Bordeaux while nearly everyone else out there these last ten-gin-renaissance-years seems enamoured of delicate light floral gins that one might liken to champagne, if I can torture the metaphor. I like those floral gins too, but I strongly believe that Strathcona makes a bartender’s gin, one that performs outstandingly well with amaro and vermouth, and at the end of the day, those are the only gin drinks I will ever order. I mean sure, shake with it all you want. Such a waste. I will avert my eyes. And then aging that gin in virgin oak quarter casks, it’s nuts, I can’t believe Adam was bold enough to try this, I can’t believe how well it worked. A very expensive experiment, and it paid. The BAG is what won me over to Strat, because every other barrel aged gin I had tasted before this one was gross. (I’ve had some other good ones since, but still, most are gross). I will say that, in my own personal opinion, the barrel aged gin is the most finicky of the bunch and requires a true bartender to wield it well. Some of the most fascinating drinks I’ve tried by bartenders using our spirits have been ones with the barrel aged gin. But that’s because it doesn’t behave like gin, it doesn’t taste great in tonic, it doesn’t go well with dry vermouth, so it takes someone who knows how to work intuitively with the oak aspect and carve new paths forward (or just subs it into whisky classics!). I maintain that it makes the best Sazerac riff out there. First virgin oaked quarter casked gin in the world, and a gin suitably big and with a low enough profile to actually benefit from barrelling, none of these herbs or flowers or vegetables that just clash with the natural flavours American oak imparts. And then there is that ruby queen, the Pinot Gin, a lucky stroke of genius. It is easily my favourite of the whole line. Finishing gin in ex-BC Pinot Noir casks means pulling out all the old sticky oxidative pinot living in the staves of the oak, and damn! The way it just melts into the gin as it sits, the gentle toasted french oak nuttiness sneaking in there, the dried cherry and forest floor and cola notes from the wine, all combining with the low baking spice and bitter orange peel profile of the gin, the result is this uncanny sarsaparilla and orange marmalade and cherry dr. pepper aspect that’s as delicious as a sipper as it is beautiful in every cocktail I’ve tried it with. 

And then there are the whiskies. I have been enjoying little samples from the barrel at full strength over the time I’ve worked here and I am always stunned. The belgian yeast was a stroke of genius, seeing as we’re using witbier/hefeweizen hard red spring brewer’s wheat to begin with. I am pretty sure these are the first virgin oaked wheat whiskies, at least from what I have ever been able to find online or asking the various whisky nerds and store owners I encounter in my travels, and a virgin oaked wheat whisky is well overdue. It is a brilliant new category that Strathcona is pioneering, and one that Edmonton is authentically positioned to spearhead, seeing as our Fort Edmonton pioneers were making wheat whisky and topping it with just a splash of rye while our neighbours to the south were drinking straight rye. Wheat is the last of the four major grains to be reevaluated and elevated (so move over malt, corn, and rye) and these Strathcona whiskies are going to be such big bold burly unrepentant whiskies, just the way I prefer. I wish I could have still been around to sell them when they dropped. 

In writing fiction and poetry we have a simple rule: show don’t tell. Any talented salesperson, knowing it or not, has absorbed this rule in sales as well. As the rep for Strathcona Spirits, it would be extremely suspect for me to walk into a place and say: honestly, in my opinion, our distillery is making the best spirits in the province. Even if I cushion that by talking about the other Alberta distilleries I love, it would still ring hollow. Now that I am gone and stand nothing to gain (I have been waiting so long for this), I just want to step up to the microphone and say that I have tasted more Alberta craft spirits than most, and in my honest opinion, Strathcona Spirits are the best, and that is my honest personal opinion. They are full bodied. They are strong in flavour while smooth on the palate. They are inventive. They are interesting. They are dynamic. They are hand made. They are purposeful. And as someone who started championing these spirits long before I worked for them, I maintain that they are patently superb spirits for cocktailing. I would even go so far as to say that they are better as cocktail ingredients than as stand alone spirits, and that is their great advantage. Don’t get me wrong, they are wonderful sipped, but their flavour design is so conducive to playing and marrying well with other bottles and ingredients. I love them. I hold about six other Alberta distilleries in high esteem, sometimes it is all of their line, sometimes just some of it (and may I take a moment to shout out some of the more interesting products: Wildlife Amaro, Burwood Honey distillate, and the Eau Claire Equineox). I still feel like more distilleries need to take more risks and try to invent their way forward. Not in kitschy ways but in fundamental and elemental ways. I will not list the many ways I feel Strathcona does this because this is getting way too long. And I should also mention that I would never speak ill of other craft distilleries because we are not each others’ competition, we are all in this together. Bombay is our competition. Crown Royal is our competition. Grey Goose is our competition. If we can peel even a portion of their drinkers over to Alberta craft, we will all win together. 

I don’t know how much spirit drinking I’ll be doing now that I am moving onto my newest adventure but I know I’ll still be ordering Strathcona drinks off the menu and anxiously waiting for the whisky releases. 

What is your newest path, Joe, you might ask? Well, kind soul still reading this beefy prose in our age of declining attention spans, your old boy Joey Gurba is taking a partnership role in Garneau Block, a fledgling natural wine importing agency! If you know me well, you know I’m obsessed with wine. Gabriella has been kind enough to invite me on board to grow this thing into a juggernaut for wines that are alive and fascinating, and we have five new wineries coming to you over the next eight weeks. Wineries from Mount Gambier (Australia), Maryland (USA), Puglia (Italy), Castilla y León (Spain), and Châteauneuf-du-Pape / Côtes-du-Rhône (France). If you follow me on instagram, rest assured, you’ll see no shortage of coverage. And do follow @garneaublock if you haven’t yet. And, of course, if you don’t follow @strathconaspirits yet, thou must check thyself lest thou wreck thyself. They’re good folks, good good folks, and even in this trying time of layoffs and all, they have been converting the still over to making hand sanitizer and giving it away for free (for as long as they can afford to). If you’re not quarantined, drop by and grab some (inevitable) quarantini supplies and a bottle of free hand sani ASAP (or order from your favourite liquor store, most of them are delivering now). Quick, go, before we are all forced into our houses indefinitely.  

Thanks for reading all this. I’m embarrassed by it on some level, something about it feels a little uncouth, but I have always been a little uncouth and unconventional, right? And since I am not trying to sell any Strathcona to anyone anymore, I’m pressing send and speaking my heart for these guys. Gooooooo Strathcona.

[mrmorningstar-lucifer]

Where Do Stars Go When They Fall, Mr. Morningstar?

A/N: Hey guys, this is my first Lucifer imagine (so keep that in mind). I would love to continue writing these and requests are open if you would like to submit one. I’d love to hear your feedback and let me know if you want a part two :) Enjoy!

~ Lucifer Morningstar x Reader ~

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 3,195

Prompt: Your friends dragged you out to Lux, much to your annoyance, and you catch the eye of Lucifer Morningstar, the owner. He takes interest in you and tries to get you into his bed, but you’re more interested in talking to him: specifically about stars and where they go when they fall.

“Jessica, I don’t want to go.” You protested, backing away. “Clubs are horrific. Full of barely dressed people, rubbing against each other - and not in a good way might I add - and it’s all sweaty and hot and disgusting. Oh, not to mention that you have to politely talk to any prick that comes up to you offering to get you the cheapest drink at the bar.”

“Dude…” Jessica laughed.

“I mean couldn’t they at least give you a choice? I’ve never had a guy let me pick a cocktail. It’s like they know the cheapest thing.”

“[Y/N]. Stop. Not to be selfish or anything, but it’s my birthday. I’m 22 today. So it would be great if you could stop complaining about getting free drinks and get your arse away from that wall and put this dress on.”

“Jessica, I came all the way from England for your birthday.”

“Yes. This was part of the deal.” She laughed, dragging me away from the wall that was protecting me from the night ahead. “Hey, American men might let you pick a cocktail.”

“Hmmm… that’s something I can get behind.” You responded. You knew you had to go, even if you didn’t want to. Jessica was your best friend, you owed her this. A good time at the most prestigious club in LA with her best friend by her side. There were of course other girls going, but you had been there from the start. “Alright then, where’s this dress that you said I would look nice in?”

“Gimme a sec.” Jessica said, running into the other room. “I know you wouldn’t normally wear this, even at a party. However, your figure is amazing and this is my birthday so I want you to turn heads.”

“Surely, you’d want to turn heads? Right?”

“[Y/N], I wouldn’t worry about that. Turning heads is my speciality.” She laughed coming back out with the dress.

“Ah, I forgot about that.” You chuckled in response, taking the dress from her hands. “I guess I’ll get ready then.”

The music drowned any chance of conversation out as you stepped into LUX. You already hated it.

“Jessica, I’m wearing this ultra figure-hugging, crimson, short, v-neck dress and I’m still the most clothed here.”

“You’re surprised? Come on, let’s get drinks.” You followed Jessica, as well as the other girls, weaving between people swanning around the club. Drinks sounded like a good idea. “Right, ladies, what would you like?”

“The cheapest thing you have?” You asked, laughing, noticing Jessica snigger too. The bartender nodded, looking you up and down as he did, before laying down a glass of whiskey.

“Whiskey? That’s the cheapest?” You questioned to Jessica, as you grabbed the glass from the bar and smiled at the man behind it. “Normally its knockoff Coca Cola and some £5 vodka.”

“Take it while you can.” Jessica laughed before dragging you away from bar towards the dance floor.

“Wait. Go have fun.” You stopped her. “I’m gonna sit there,” you pointed towards a bar seat, “and finish my drink. I don’t want to get it on your dress when these half-dressed pricks knock it on me.”

“[Y/N], come on.” She pleaded.

“Look, I’ll be five minutes. Chill.” I smiled. “And besides, you’re turning heads.”

Jessica looked behind her, and smiled back at you before joining the rest of the girls, and the men eyeing her up. You retreated back to the bar, sitting on the stool furthest in the corner. You came to the club, that was enough right? You didn’t have to socialise with any one? Didn’t have to dance? Could just sit and drink the night away?

“Fuck, this is horrific.” You whispered to yourself, not that it would matter, you could scream it and still no one would be able to hear you.

“Horrific? That’s a bit harsh don’t you think, Darling?” A sultry voice spoke.

You turned to your right to see a man stood next to you. His eyes bearing down on you, looking you up and down.

“Yes. Look, I don’t want a drink. Honestly, I came here to get away from British men.” You spoke to him, before looking deep into your whiskey glass.

“Not even from the Devil?” He replied, sliding into the seat next you. “Morningstar. Lucifer Morningstar.” He extended his hand and you took it, hesitantly.

“Strange name.” You responded, taking a swig from your glass. “I’m [Y/N].”

“Well, I had no desire to be called that, [Y/N].” Lucifer responded, his dark eyes looking down at you. A smirk forming on his face. He was being flirty and you knew it, and surprisingly you enjoyed it. “Tell me beautiful, what do you desire the most?”

You head turned up to look at him, eyes transfixed on him. He was indeed very attractive. “Does that get you all the girls?”

He looked back at you dumbfounded. “Actually, yes. Just not you it seems.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, turning back to your drink once more. As soon as the liquid burned down your throat for the third time, you truly regretted your choice. Cheap is not always best. Speaking of cheap: the cheap shot sat next to you, Lucifer, was staring at you with a mix of concern and confusion. He snapped out of it as you turned back to look at him. Downing the rest of your whiskey quickly, you stood up before your brain had even registered that you swallowed the drink. You pulled down your dress a little, the crimson colour hugging your small waist. You did look good, you couldn’t deny that, it was just strange feeling so exposed.

“I should go back to my friends.” You smiled at him politely. You did want to stay, how could you turn down a man like that. A man that seemed to be so divinely built with devilishly good-looking features.

“Hold on a minute, Darling.” He reached out grabbing your arm, before standing up himself. “Let me buy you a drink. If my natural charms didn’t work, which trust me is very strange, maybe a cocktail will help.”

“You’re really full of yourself aren’t you, Mr. Morningstar. However, for a cocktail, I’d do anything.”

“Luckily, I know the perfect place to get one.”

“Really?” You smirked. “Wait. Would it happen to be your place? Because if so, I’ve just now decided I’m not interested. I need to stay with friends, even if you are incredibly attractive.”

“Ah, so you do find me attractive. Maybe my charms are working.”

“Oh, that’s just what I say to all the guys who offer me drinks.” You lied, noticing the shock hit his eyes. 

“Interesting. Let me escort you to the bar.”

“Well I suppose that would be okay.” You turned around, heels digging into your ankles. Just a few more hours and you would be able to take them off.

“My, my, my, you are gorgeous aren’t you.”

“Umm, thanks.” You blushed. “So where is this cocktail?” Trying to diffuse the awkwardness of your response. But in hind sight it seemed rude and obnoxious. You glanced over the crowd to see if you could find Jessica. Leaving her without warning was a no, especially on her birthday. You quickly spotted her and made eye contact. As soon as you did she seemed more than happy that you were being whisked off by this gorgeous gentleman, even winking as she saw him move closer to you.

“Right this way.” He led, touching the small of your back with his hands. He clearly didn’t think you comment was rude and the tingle spreading across your back meant you knew the night was just beginning.

“Lucifer, I don’t think we should be doing this.”

“Relax. It’s my place.” He said following you up the stairs.

“You live above the nightclub?” You questioned, stopping in your tracks. “Isn’t that a bit annoying?

“No, it has a good view. Speaking of good views, keep walking.” He smirked, glancing down at you.

Typical. It was a lot more charming than others, but still underneath all of it, he was just a horny, desperate guy.

“Listen, I’m not going to fuck you.” You responded angrily.

“How about now?” He spoke, gazing into your eyes.

You felt a tremor of lust burst through you, tingling throughout your whole body. You’ve had this before with a select few guys but there was something different about this one. Something magical, mystical almost, yet you couldn’t put your finger on it. There was just something addictive about him.

“No. You self-righteous prick.” You scoffed, snapping out of whatever trance he had put over you and storming past him.

“Wait, wait, Darling… Darling.” He halted you in your tracks. “You are an interesting one aren’t you?”

His sultry voice flowing from him like honey. You couldn’t believe how attractive he was. His tall, muscular frame made evident by his figure hugging suit. His hair messed up slightly, his golden brown eyes glinting in the subtle light.

“What do you want from me? Apart from sex?”

“Darling. I don’t want anything from you. I promise. My charms clearly haven’t worked… unfortunately, because you really are a beauty.”

“Dude.” You scoffed, shaking your head.

“Sorry. Let me make you a cocktail.” He replied, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I promise no sex either, unless you change your mind I’m always willing.”

“Good to know.” You said rolling your eyes. “One cocktail, Mr Morningstar. Then I’m going back to my friends.”

“Mr. Morningstar? Oh, stop. You’re getting me all hot and bothered.”

You laughed in response, moving closer to him. “Are you always like this?”

“Yes, Darling.” He replied, moving in just a tiny bit closer.

“I like you. Can’t quite explain why.” You closed the gap slowly, trying to tease him as best you could, just to play him at his own game. It probably wasn’t working, but at least it was fun to try. “Sex on the beach, please.”

“I’m sure I can arrange that.” He spoke, trying to move closer, but you stood back just in time.

“The cocktail, Lucifer.” You smirked.

He scoffed in response before leading you further up the stairs.

“So you’re telling me you own this place?” You asked, sipping on your sex on the beach.

“So you’re more confused about the fact I own this place than the fact I’m the devil?” He laughed, looking at you intently.

“Yes. Come on, you don’t actually think I believe you, do you?” You spoke putting your glass down on the bar that looked almost exactly like the one below you in LUX. You were surprised to say the least that the owner of the most prestigious club in LA had taken a shine to you, let alone taken you up to his penthouse apartment.

“Well, the name’s Lucifer. Morningstar. Lucifer Morningstar, Darling. I couldn’t make it any clearer.” He sighed, causing you to smirk.

“Sorry,” You replied, reaching over the bar to touch his hand with your fingertips. “I’m just not the religious type.”

“Even more reason to do it with the Devi.” He spoke, looking at your hand on his.

He was charming. Incredibly charming. But unfortunately, you weren’t that into nutcases that thought they were the Devil. 

“Mhm.” You sipped your drink again.

“I really have no power over you, do I?” He leaned forward, wrapping his eyes in yours. “Tell me, what’s your desire?”

“Lucifer, you already asked me that. My desire is for you to take me outside to see the view and so I can ask you a very important question.” You smiled, touching the tip of his nose with your fingertip. 

His smirk grew as you made your way outside, pulling open the glass panelled doors. 

“Ahhh...” You breathed in as the breeze blew into your face. “Nothing like LA smog.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” He turned to you as you looked out over the balcony. “So what’s this important question you have for me?”

You smiled at him, before sitting down on the closest seat. He eyed you up for a few seconds before joining you. 

“Has a girl ever said no to you?” You questioned.

“Oh. Well, Darling. No. You’re the first.” He raised his eyebrows, his eyes gleaming in the subtle balcony light. “Remarkable really, I don’t quite understand how you could decline me.”

“Lucifer, you’re the Devil... apparently.” You laughed. 

“Yes, but as the Devil I have certain charms.” 

“Have you ever thought about seeing a therapist? To you know, get over this strange metaphor?” You asked seriously.

“As a matter of fact, I do see a therapist. Even she can’t resist my charms.”

“Wow!” You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re sleeping with your therapist. That’s so incredibly immoral, but good on you, I’m impressed.”

“Now let me ask you something, [Y/N].” Lucifer spoke, shifting closer towards you, before he was directly next to you. “Have you ever said yes to a guy?” 

“Oh. Ummm...” You stuttered. “Well, I say yes to their drinks... but yes to the person? Maybe back in 11th grade.”

“Looks like someone needs to loosen up.” He smirked.

“No, I’m fine. Thank you, Lucifer.” You rolled your eyes. “I think I just need a chat, instead of some dick. Dick is everywhere, good chats are hard to come by.”

“Quite right. Men are horrible, aren’t they?” He spoke, bringing his glass of whiskey to his mouth.

“I’ll cheers to that.” You giggled, clashing your glass into his. “Shit, sorry.”

“Really, darling! This is a designer suit.” He spoke, trying to dab away the whiskey that had fallen onto him after you pushed your glass to his.

“Oooh, I’ve never had a rich guy go after me.” You laughed, handing him a tissue from your bag.

There was a moment of silence as you watched him try to erase any trace of whiskey from his shirt and blazer. Surprisingly, he was actually quite nice. Admittedly, he had only wanted you for sex before, but now, he seemed genuinely interested in just talking to you. Which was something completely new to you.

“Okay, so let me get this straight.” You proclaimed. “You’re the Devil? Like the whole fallen angel, got on Daddy’s bad side, kinda thing?”

“Sure, it was more that my father kicked me out of heaven and sent me to reign over hell... but I suppose ‘got on Daddy’s bad side’ works too.”

“So you must have serious Daddy issues then?” You joked, watching his shocked face.

“Very funny.”

“Wait, so you were in heaven for a bit then?” You quizzed, leaning closer to him.

“Yes, up until He got bored of me.” 

“Thank God!” You shouted. “Sorry. Too soon?” You whispered, noticing him glare at you as soon as you said ‘God’. “I just wanted to know something.”

“Go on.” He leaned in closer to you.

“Where do stars go? You know when they fall? I’ve always wanted to know.”

“Fallen angels wasn’t really my area. Well, until I became one.”

“So stars are angels?”

“No. You have normal stars, and then fallen angels. The ones that you see glide through the air, and fall: those are the fallen angels.” He looked down at the floor. 

Shit, [Y/N]. A decent guy actually wants to talk to you and you upset him by talking about his, however fake, family problems. 

“I always thought falling stars were the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I also used to wish on them.” You smiled sweetly, moving his chin up to face you. “So, Lucifer, there was someone who saw you fall, and thought you were the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen, and wished they deepest desire when they saw you fall, and you made them come true.”

He smiled, flicking his eyes between yours and your lips. “Just think of that Lucifer when you think of how much of a dick your Dad was. He sounds like a dick.”

“He is.” He laughed.

You could feel the space between you close up. You wanted to kiss him. Badly. You could tell he wanted to kiss you too. This was the first guy. The first guy you had ever wanted to kiss after just meeting them. Maybe he was the Devil, maybe he had a magic trance over you. You both leaned in closer but before anything could happen, your phone rang loudly.

“Shit.” You sighed, grabbing your purse.

“Disappointed, Darling?” He smirked.

“A little.” You whispered through the noise as you took your phone out your purse. Jessica. 

J: “Hey? You okay?”    - Yeah, I’m fine. I’m still with the guy.

J: “The hot one that I saw you walking away with?”   - Yeah, the hot one.

J: “Anything happen?”   - No. But that’s probably for the best anyway. I’m sorry I took off.

J: “Oh, don’t worry about it. I did too.”   - Hahha good. Look, I’ll come back down now.

J: “Down? Don’t you mean back?”   - No, I mean down. Turns out the super hot guy I was walking away with... he’s the owner of LUX.

J: “Shittttt. Good for you girl. Make sure you get us more free passes.”   - I will, Jessica. See you in five minutes!!

“Lucifer, I’ve got to go now.” You spoke, turning your phone off and stuffing it away.

“Don’t you mean ‘super hot guy’?” He laughed, standing up at the same time as you.

“Yes, super hot guy works too.” You smiled, walking towards the inside of his penthouse. “Thank you for the drink, and the chat.”

“Wait, [Y/N]!” He shouted, running behind you and grabbing your wrist. “Don’t go.”

“I have to.” You smiled, looking down at your wrist gripped by his hand.

“Right.” He spoke, abruptly letting go of you. “Sorry. I just liked the chat.”

“We didn’t talk about much.” You giggled.

“Well, what we did talk about, I enjoyed.” He put his hands in his pockets. “And besides, we’ll have to change that. Come back tomorrow night, I’ll take you out to dinner. Wear a dress, it’ll be fancy.”

“Lucifer, you don’t have to.”

“I know. I want to, Darling.”

You grinned. Probably the biggest smile you had ever made. Something about him made you comfortable and happy. It was like you had been friends for ages. It didn’t seem weird talking about stars, or daddy issues for that matter, ten minutes after you had met each other. You liked him. There was something special about him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Till tomorrow.” The smile on his face widened.

You reached closer to his face, delicately pecking a small kiss on his check, before smiling at him once more. He seemed more shocked than anything.

“Are you trying to get in my pants?” He asked, clearly joking.

You winked and begun laughing as you walked away from him.

“Till tomorrow.” He shouted to you, as you the elevator to the main area of LUX opened up before you and you stepped in.

“Till tomorrow.” You grinned as you watched the doors close in front of you, hiding Lucifer Morningstar from your view.

That was it! Let me know if you would like a part two as that is something I can definitely write. Also if you want to be added to my Lucifer Taglist let me know :) Feedback is appreciated. 

[rxbelling-hxrald]

QUESTIONS ADDRESSED TO YOUR MUSE:

▌What is your name? “Dan.”

▌What is your real name? “That IS my real name, I wasn’t given a name from others.”

▌Do you know why you were called that? “Back then it was simple and easy to remember, I didn’t imagine I’d learn as much as I have so....that’s all really.”

▌Are you single or taken? “Single.”

▌Have any abilities or powers? “Does the sound of heir of darkness itself mean anything to you? I’m probably one of if not THE strongest demons anyone could meet and that’ll only improve! I can pretty much whack anyone around as much as I want and bend the shadows to my will.”

▌What’s your eye color? “Blue...though some call it Azure.”

▌How about your hair color?     “Black...or is that not obvious enough?”

▌Have you any family members? “I’ll be damned if I consider anyone of them family!!”

▌Oh? What about pets? “Nope....was tempted to get one though at some time if I could.”

▌That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me about something you don’t like. “Drunken idiots....Eggman’s machines.....demons......there’s a lot I don’t like honestly, but I don’t want to get started or I’ll begin ranting.”

▌Do you have any hobbies/activities you like to do? “......Does travelling count?.....I’ve er, not really done much so I cant say, I did enjoy Ice skating though that one time!”

▌Ever hurt anyone before? ”Many times....I try not too though.”

▌Ever killed anyone before? “Ditto to what I just said.”

▌What kind of animal are you? “I’m not an animal, I’m a demon!”

▌Name some of your worst habits. “I tend to take extremes either to one way or another? being moody? I hate being social despite also wanting to be?”

▌Do you look up to anyone at all? “My friends....they’ve all showed me so much and I owe them much for it.”

▌Gay, straight, bisexual, pansexual ?     “Straight.”

▌Do you go to school? “No, but clearly I didn’t need it, I was able to learn on my own!.....also after a lot of help from my aforementioned friends.”

▌Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day? “I....don’t know.”

▌Do you have any fanboys/fangirls?

“I don’t think so, if I do they’re crazy.”

▌What are you most afraid of? “Failing....”

▌What do you usually wear? “This awesome looking long coat, admit it it suits me to the ground! Ahem, Anyways, yes that, a mix between blue or black pants depending, several pairs of trainers considering the ones I wear don’t last long and a single biker glove? I think that’s one some of you call em, I would wear two but.” *Holds up demonic right arm* “I’d end up ripping em with this now.”

▌Do you love someone? ”Yes.”

▌When was the last time you wet yourself? “What are you talking about?”

▌What class are you? “The...good....one?”

▌How many friends do you have?

”A fair few...nothing major though.”

▌What are your thoughts on pie? “Good enough to eat by any standards.”

▌Favorite drink? ”I really like most sodas and colas, not the healthiest thing but I don’t care, they’re great....if you mean for alcohol though, Vodka.”

▌What’s your favorite place? “Too many to count, I think the waterfall pit is one of my favourite retreats though.”

▌Are you into someone~? “.......Maybe?”

▌Would you rather swim in the lake or in the ocean?

“Lake.”

▌What’s your type? “Someone patient? strong? smart? can take a joke?....I dunno, its about the heart and personality really to me.”

▌Camping or indoors?

“Camping”

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