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neimaami · 4 months ago

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You dream about me? (M)

SYNOPSIS: Jungkook takes you out to eat...except food isn't the only thing he's having tonight. aka, he fucks you against his bike :)

WARNINGS : SMUT, unprotected sex (this is purely fantasy! I condone safe sex), dirty talk, titty sucking, fingering, multiple orgasms, JK pretending he's a bad boy but he's actually a sweetheart, FLUFF, non-establish relationship, friends to lovers (?)

word count: 5.3k

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Your usually neat and respectable bedroom was an absolute disaster.

The one thing your parents had drilled into your head, over and over again since the moment you were born—was how to behave like a woman. You had old parents. A mother and father who were two whole generations behind yours. Parents with mindsets set in stone—unchanging, no matter what. It wasn’t exactly torture growing up with them, but it did come with a whole lot of expectations—ones that no longer fit into modern day society.

One of them being, ‘a lady should have a clean room no matter what, in order to appear civilised and educated’ two words come to mind - fuck that. You were a woman through and through, whether your room was in pristine condition, or if your room looked like a pig sty, which was currently the latter. Putting together an outfit you never imagined yourself wearing wasn’t easy—especially one that went against everything you’d been taught. So why did something so wrong feel so damn good?

Usually, your closet was full of bright, pastel colours, ones that rightfully represented your outgoing and bubbly personality. Even though most of your articles of clothing were picked out by your mother, somehow your tastes aligned…for the most part. Sometimes she’d show up with a shopping bag full of crocheted ponchos and actually expected you to wear them. That is one thing you refused to wear - ponchos. They were unflattering, baggy, uncomfortable, hideous even - and they hid everything you had going for yourself.

Ponchos? A big no.

This time you were in search of clothing on the complete opposite side of the spectrum. Jungkook had invited you to go out to a diner with him. You weren’t exactly sure what it entailed, he didn’t specify, but in your mind it was a date, at least it’s what you hoped it was. You wanted to impress him above all else, you wanted a jaw dropping, show stopping outfit that would land you in his bed - tonight. Thinking back on all the times you had spent in Jungkook’s company, you had learned that his usual attire consists of black leather and worn out jeans. Even though you were sure he’d tease you relentlessly for ‘stealing his lingo’ as he likes to call it, you wanted a change. You used Jungkook’s name as an excuse, because truthfully, for the longest time, you have wanted to break this continuous cycle of being a notorious rule-follower. Even if it was as silly, as simple as an outfit change, it was a step in the right direction. One that you wanted to - no, needed to go in.

As you rummage through options on the floor, you feel your phone buzz in the back pocket of your sweatpants. You reach behind you and drop your gaze to the home screen of your iphone. Your heart races in your chest at the sight of the contact name; there is a singular text message from Jungkook:

omw princess, wear something sexy for me, yeah? ;)

Oh sexy you’ll give him, alright. Then the words ‘on my way’ dawn on you and realisation strikes you. Shit, you hadn’t even picked out an outfit, let alone showered and done your makeup. Thankfully you had already picked out 3 suitable options for clothes and had tried them on countless times. The hardest part was picking out which one out of the three was best. But you didn’t have time to dwell on the options, Jungkook would be showing up at any second.

“Arlight, let’s do this shit.” You mutter under your breath, walking over to your messy bed and eyeing the three options wearily. It was almost embarrassing how seriously you were taking this - especially for someone who you weren’t even dating, but alas, this was Jungkook, the hottest man you have ever had the privilege of seeing. Your hand instinctively reaches out for option 2. The outfit consisted of small leather shorts that stopped just below your ass, and a tight, below the shoulder black top.

The moment you step foot outside, a chilly breeze greeted you—not surprising for 8:35 PM. You muttered a curse under your breath, annoyed at yourself for forgetting a jacket. As you walked down the pavement and rounded the corner of your apartment building toward the parking lot, your eyes landed on Jungkook. Leaned back against his sleek black motorcycle, he looked as sexy as ever. His black hair pushed back, tattoos giving him that edgy look craved to want. You caught the slight raise of his eyebrows, surprise evident as you approached.

He lets out a low whistle, straightening up and taking a slow, deliberate step forward. “Fuck…look at you.” He drags his eyes over your figure, desire simmering beneath his gaze, a look so intense that it sets your whole body on fire. With a flick of his fingers, he tosses the cigarette onto the gravel, embers glowing for a fleeting moment before fading. “Are you trying to impress me, baby?” His lips curl up into a cocky smirk, taking yet another step forward - his chest grazing against yours.

“Depends…did I succeed?” He hums in response, reaching out to grip your hips with his big hands and pulling you further against his chest. You couldn’t help but admire the colorful, intricate designs of his tattoos covering his left arm, it made you want to trace them with the tip of your fingers. They especially popped under the soft glow of the moonlight. You remember him mentioning how he was going to get them re-colored - and by the looks of it he has. The parking lot was relatively quiet, with only a few people locking their car doors before heading out.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to concentrate on anything tonight with you looking like this” Your heart flutters at his words. It’s almost laughable how just a few sweet words from the man in front of you can stir such strong reactions from your body. His thumbs run smooth circles on the small strip of skin between the hem of your top and the waistband of your leather shorts.

“Maybe that was the goal” You flirt with a teasing smile, your hands run over his arms, feeling the way his muscles ripple beneath the palm of your hands. He wore his usual white wife beater - it was skin tight and displayed his bulky stature perfectly. He lets out a raspy chuckle, leaning in to press a featherly light kiss to your cheek, his lips barely grazing the warmth of your skin.

“Yeah?” He smirks against your cheek “you wanted me to look at you, didn’t you baby? To notice you…” He lifts his head up to meet your gaze, one of his hands reaching out to softly grip your chin - forcing your eyes to lock on his. He lets his gaze wander over your face tentatively, noting the way your cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. He was definitely making a mental note of this moment. It made his smirk widen, a hint of cockiness pooling within the depths of his eyes. “Well I see you…here, in my thoughts, in my dreams…” His voice is low and sultry, using his thumb to pull down on your bottom lip. At this rate you weren’t sure if the both of you would be making it to the diner.

“You dream about me?” you whisper - eyes wide and shining under the moonlight, you press a light kiss to the tip of his thumb, all while your eyes are locked on his. The cocky smirk on his lips falters slightly at your action. His eyes intensify, boring deeply into yours. Your breath catches in your throat as the world around you stills. But it’s gone as quickly as it came, his cocky, playful side coming back out.

“I jerk off to you too” He smirks and shoots you a wink, clearly feeling very proud of his quick wit. You groan in annoyance and take a step back, crossing your arms over your chest. Slightly disappointed.

“You ruined the moment” You complain, to which he lets out a boisterous laugh, his bunny teeth coming to view. The sight alone momentarily distracts you from any frustration you had been feeling.

“Come on, let’s get out of here, princess…” He wraps a hand around your wrist, fingers curling against your pulse point, as he tugged you towards his motorcycle. That darn motorcycle, you were afraid he’d choose that piece of machinery over you one day. You couldn’t help but think back to the day where he so trustingly gave you permission to drive his motorcycle around the block of his apartment. He had been a nervous wreck, babbling on and on about how you should be careful, that if you got so much as a scratch on the paint he’d kill you. It wasn’t your first time driving a motorcycle, so you had somewhat of an experience, you weren’t blindly going at it - which had given him a sense of relief. Still, Jungkook remained a nervous wreck, his chest had pressed against your back as he hovered his hands over the handlebars of the motorcycle…just in case. You smile at the fond memory.

He grips your hips and lifts you up to straddle the leather seat of the machinery, before swinging his own leg over the seat. He hands you one of the protective helmets.

“You okay to put this on? Or do you need help?” He says as he reaches out for his own helmet. You roll your eyes and successfully tug the helmet on and tighten the strap beneath your chin.

“I’m not a child, kook. I know how to put on a damn helmet.” He shoots you a smile over his shoulder, not at all phased by your remark. The dimple on his left cheek popped out momentarily. Your heart races in your chest.

“Sass. That’s what I get for trying to be a gentleman.” He scoffs as he successfully puts on his helmet and revs up the motorcycle.

You snort and wrap your arms around his waist, scooting forward on the leather seat to press your chest against his muscular back. “The last word I’d use to describe you is ‘gentleman.’” It was a teasing jab, no real cruelty behind your words.

“I never said I was, I said I’m trying to be.” With that he kicks up the stand. You tighten your arms around his waist instinctively, it was always quite nerve wracking sitting on the back of Jungkook’s motorcycle - he was unpredictable in more ways than one. The tires crunch against the gravel as he eases out of the parking lot, the streetlights casting fleeting shadows over his sharp features. Then, with a smooth twist of the wrist, he takes off, the wind whipping past you as the city blurs into streaks of neon and asphalt.

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“You drive me crazy-” Jungkook rasps out, his breath fanning across the shell of your ear. “Can’t get enough of you…” His hands reach down to grip the back of your thighs, arms flexing as he hoists you up effortlessly and walks all the way back towards his motorcycle. He wastes no time latching his lips onto the side of your neck, sucking deep dark, purple marks. You were a whimpering mess against him, your hands gripping onto his shoulders for dear life, your legs tightening around his waist. You didn’t even care for the fact that the two of you were just about done exiting the diner, that the owner could catch you both if he so much as looked out the big windows. Apart from him, the parking lot of the Diner was empty, the two of you had been the only ones left inside.

The date had gone better than expected, you laughed, talked, kissed, but the both of you didn’t last much longer - couldn’t last much longer. The long gazes, the lingering touches, it was becoming all too much to handle. Jungkook had treated you like a princess all night, not that you were surprised. From the moment you met Jungkook a couple of months back, you have always had an inkling feeling that Jungkook wasn’t this ‘badboy’ everyone said he was. Not with the way his doe-eyes shone big and wide as they looked into yours, head nodding with each word you spoke. You didn’t expect the way he treated you so delicately, so softly, like you might break if he said the wrong thing, touched you the wrong way…He truly was a gentleman, no matter what others may come to believe. Or maybe, just maybe, he was this way with you, and only with you.

He sets you down onto the leather seat of his black motorcycle. His hands squeeze the muscles of your thighs as he settles his body between your spread legs. His chest molds against yours - His growing erection pressing directly against your clothed clit. You bite your lip to stop the moan threatening to spill from your lips. You tighten the grip of your hands on his shoulders. He couldn’t help but let out a low groan as he started to grind his hardened cock against you. The tight confines of his jeans were starting to feel like torture. The friction was so delicious it made your brain turn to mush. You spread your legs even further, bucking your hips up to grind your hips against his, as a result he throws his head back in a deep, drawled out moan. His eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. Your heart stops in your chest at the unforgettable sight. This man was going to be the death of you.

“Fuck…you’re gonna make me cum in my pants if you keep doing that” He rasps out, his hands moving up your body to grip your tits over the black top you wore, giving the mounds a good, rough squeeze - Your strangled moan echoes across the empty parking lot. With gritted teeth and a clenched jaw, Jungkook tugs the material down your arms, letting the fabric pool against your waist. You shiver when the cool air hits your newly exposed skin, nipples pebbling against the fabric of your bra.

“J-Jungkook…we’re still outside…” You remind him nervously, taking a quick peek behind his shoulder for any living soul. He doesn’t seem to even acknowledge your words - his hand already sliding around your body to toy with the clasp of your bra. He cursed under his breath as he struggled against it for a couple of seconds. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle to, which he shoots you a glare before the bra successfully unclasps. The cool air of the night only serves to send a shiver down your spine.

“Relax, there’s nobody here…” When your bra falls to the dusty ground, he leans in to capture one of your rosy nipples into his mouth. Your brain is suddenly too fuzzy to even remember what you were worrying about as you felt his tongue on your skin. His hands gripped your waist tightly, pushing your tits even further against his face. You reach out to thread your fingers against his black locks, giving it a rough tug as his tongue swirls around your sensitive nub - teeth grazing against it.

“Hmmph…Kook…” You moan out breathlessly, your hips moving on their own accord against his growing erection. He releases your nipple with a small ‘pop’, a string of saliva connects your nipple to his lips before it breaks. He stands up straight, looming over your smaller frame.

“You’re so fucking sexy, you know that?” His breath comes out slightly ragged, his hooded eyes darkening at the sight of your reddened cheeks. “So sensitive…I love it when you blush for me.” He whispers under his breath, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples, taking a couple seconds to admire the way your tits rose with every breath you took.

“Touch me kook…” You whimper, hands desperately reaching out to grip the waistband of his jeans and giving it a good tug towards you. He’s impossibly close now, his pelvis pressing tightly against yours. Gripping the back of your thighs, Jungkook forces them to wrap around his slim waist. “Or are you all talk no bite?” You challenge, to which he raises a brow - surprised at your sudden confidence, A smirk tugging at his lips. He leans down, breath fanning across the shell of your ear.

“Oh I’ll touch you alright, maybe even fuck the attitude right out of you while I’m at it.” He releases his grip on your breasts, settling them against the cool leather of his bike instead. He grips the edge of the seat, one arm on either side of your body, caging you in. His face was now inches away from yours. “Is that what you want, baby girl?” He whispers huskily “Does the princess need a good, rough fuck?”

Your cheeks bloom at his lewd words, the palm of your hands already feeling clammy with sweat. You could only nod dumbly, your eyes shining with pure, unadulterated lust. This man could so easily reduce you to something resembling a brainless zombie. He lets out a dark chuckle, the deep sound sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through your body. “So eager” He hums, leaning in and placing his lips on your uncharacteristically softly. You moan against the warm, soft, pillowy lips, his teeth grazing your bottom lips enough to where your breath hitches in your throat. His big hand cups the side of your face, tilting it slightly to the right as he deepens the kiss. His tongue sliding against yours naturally. It felt so right, so good. He suckles on your bottom lip before pulling away.

“Tell me baby, what is it you need from me, hm?” His voice is a breathless whisper, grinding back against the heat of your core that pressed intently against his painfully hardened cock. One of his hands travels between your bodies, to cup your pussy over the leather of your shorts, the palm of his hand grazing over your clothed clit. You could only gasp at the feeling, the warmth of his skin seeping through the fabric.. His lips continue their torturous graze across the skin of your neck. “Want me to taste this sweet pussy? Maybe use my fingers on you?...”

You shake your head, your arms shooting out to grip his biceps. He pulls back with a tilt of his head “No?” He questions, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion. Had he done something wrong? Maybe he had misread the situation? He pulled his hand away in case you were second guessing yourself.

“I don’t want to wait.” You reach out to pull his hand back, the other already reaching down to toy with the button of his jeans, he quickly captures your wrist in his hand, pulling it away from where he needed you most. “Wha-” You look up at him in confusion.

“I don’t want to hurt you” His eyes softened ever so slightly, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang in your chest at the sight. “I’m not exactly…small.” He could have easily said that for an ego boost, but looking deeply into his eyes you could tell this wasn’t the case, all you could see was concern…care.

“I’m not a virgin, Jungkook.” You argue back, mind still fuzzy from lust, clearly not reading the situation or reacting to it as you probably should have. Using your other hand, you reach out to toy with the button of his jeans impatiently, successfully undoing it. He shakes his head, face scowling in disagreement as he captures your other wrist in hand, gripping them in one of his large hands.

“That doesn’t matter.” His voice comes out slightly frustrated, but mostly caring, he releases your wrists to grip your waist instead, pulling your chest to his. “Just because you’ve had sex before doesn’t mean you don’t need the proper foreplay-”

“But I’m so wet for you, kook…” You whimper.

That makes Jungkook short-circuit. He swears he almost came in his pants.

With not so much as a word he pulls the zipper of his jeans down enough to where the fabric pools down to his ankles, leaving him in his white wife beater and tight boxer briefs. “You’re positive?” He eyes you wearily, eyes raking your face for any sign of regret or reluctance.

You gave him a reassuring smile and nodded “Positive.” You promise. “Just please…touch me kook, I don’t think I can wait much longer…” desperation was evident in your voice as your hands raked your nails down his back. He visibly shudders at the feeling.

“Fuck…you’re going to be the death of me” He groans, pulling the waistband of his boxers down enough so that his cock sprung free. Your breath gets caught in your throat. He wasn’t lying, he was huge. His cock was girthy, long and had veins running up the base. You could see the way it shot straight up, slapping against his abdomen. The tip is bright pink, shining with beads of pre-cum that slid down to lube his shaft. You gulp.

“You okay?” He asked in concern, reaching out to cup the side of your cheek, thumb rubbing smooth circles against your skin.

“Y-yeah…on second thought…maybe I do need the foreplay…” You bite your lip nervously, slightly embarrassed - you take in the way he let out a breathless chuckle. He reaches down to unbutton your leather shorts, you raise your hips off the leather seat of his motorcycle to help him slide them off. He easily slides them down the expanse of your legs, placing the material across the leather seat - not much could be said for your bra.

“What do you need?” It was a simple question really, but your mind was going miles per hour. Too unfocused for coherent thoughts. He decides for you, slipping his fingers into the waistband of your panties as his fingers graze over your slick folds. You let out a shuddering breath. He leans his free hand back down against the leather of his bike, pressing his chest to yours as he rubs your clit in deliberate circles. The calloused pads of his fingers run up and down against your slit, coating them in your wetness before circling your entrance. His eyes remain locked onto your face at all times, searching for any signs of discomfort.

“Please…” Your eyes flutter closed, voice coming out in a breathy whisper, almost inaudible…but he heard it - oh he heard it alright. His cock pulsed painfully in his jeans. He began to slip two of his fingers inside you, hissing at the way your walls tightened around them. He easily glided them knuckles deep inside you. You were so damn wet there was practically no friction.

“So tight…” He rasped, slowly starting to pump his thick fingers in and out of you. His fingers curled and motioned a ‘come here’ sign. You shudder at the feeling, letting out a small, breathless moan against the side of his neck. Your right hand comes up to cradle the side of his cheek, pressing your lips against the side of his face. Your warm breathy pants fanned his scorching skin.

“That’s it baby” He coos, his fingers working even faster inside you, watching transfixed at the way your face morphed into one of pleasure. The tips of his fingers curl to find that spongey, soft area inside you, the area to which he begins to slam his fingers against, over and over again. You let out a surprised sound, a loud moan tearing from your throat as he begins to part his fingers in opposite directions, scissoring your pussy open, stretching you out for what was to come. “You’re so fucking wet…all for me, isn’t that right?” His voice dripped with oozing confidence and overpowering lust. His fingers only picked up the pace while his thumb worked in tangent, applying just enough pressure to your clit that leaves you a whimpering, moaning mess. The parking lot was still empty, still dark, the two of you caught up in your own little bubble.

“Ohh my…oh god-” You gasp, throwing your head back, his eyes narrowing to the sensitive skin of your neck to which he takes the opportunity to latch his lips against, sucking even more deep, purple marks. His breath hitches when he feels your velvety walls clamping down against his fingers, your hands were a scrambling mess against his body. Gripping his hair, shirt, wrist, arms…anywhere you could latch onto, bracing yourself.

“That’s it pretty girl, that’s it…let go for me princess” His deep voice encourages, leaning down to crash his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss, his tongue swirling against yours. You hum into the kiss, your body trembling against his as you feel the growing burn in your lower abdomen. His lips against yours muffle the moans that threaten to spill as your orgasm finally crashes over you. The hand gripping onto his hair only tightened as your eyes rolled back in your head, your pussy spasmed around his fingers. He pulls back just enough to see your face contorted in pleasure, he groans at the sight.

“Fuck yes, so sexy baby” He slurs, his eyes dark and hooded as he slows down the frantic movement of his fingers, helping you ride out your mind-blowing orgasm. When your breath calms down he extracts his fingers from inside you, bringing them up to his mouth for a taste. Your cheeks redden at the site of his tongue swirling around his coated fingers. He hums deeply at the taste before pulling his fingers out from between his lips and crashing them against yours. “I can’t wait-” His voice was muffled against your lips, reaching down to give his painfully hard cock a couple of fast strokes.

He stands up straight, gripping the back of your thighs and using his strength to manhandle you, scooting you towards the edge of the seat. He brings your thighs towards your chest, tapping the back of them. You reach down to grip the back of your thighs.

“I’ve got you, baby” He says through ragged breaths, his eyes filled with lust - one of his hands gripping your hip, the other gripping the base of his cock as he slaps it against your slick folds. You moan at the lewd slapping sound. “You’re on birth control, yeah?” He pauses, eyes on yours.

When you nod he groans and presses the tip of his cock against your entrance. He let out a shaky moan before pushing inside. The initial stretch is a lot, almost painful as your nails dig into the skin of your thighs. His grip on your hips tighten as he lets out a whimper. Your whole body shudders at the sound. Never in a million years would you think Jeon Jungkook was the type to whimper.

“Ssooo…” He hisses, shuddering as he bottoms out inside you. “Tightest pussy ever.” He strains, a vein popping out from the side of his neck, chest rising and falling rapidly. His hooded eyes locked onto where the both of you were connected. “Can I…?”

“Please” You breath out impatiently. He pulls back just enough to leave the tip inside before slamming back down against you, taking you to the hilt once again. He throws his head back in pleasure, eyes shuttering closed.

“Oh fuck-” He chokes “I’m gonna…” He bites his lip, stilling his cock inside you, the grip on your hips tightened. Your eyes widen at the implications of his words.

“W-we can take a break, kook” You let go of the back of your thighs and circle them around his waist instead, reaching out to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. He leans his forehead against yours as he shakes his head.

“Shut up-” He growls in frustration and embarrassment, a pretty pink blooming across his cheeks. His hands snake around your body to grip the globes of your ass. You let out a strangled moan as he uses his grip as leverage, slamming his cock inside you in fast, rough thrusts. He groans against the side of your neck, nuzzling his nose against your cheek as one of his hands lets go of your ass and grips your thigh instead. He throws it over the crease of his elbow before leaning his hand back against the edge of the leather seat. His hips never faltered their relentless pace.

“Oh Jungkook!” You cry out in ecstasy, your fingers digging into the skin of his back, clutching onto his wife beater for dear life. He nips the lobe of your ear, teeth grazing against the skin, only further igniting the assault on your senses. The cool air around you only dropped in temperature the darker it got. It was practically pitch black except for the singular street light which lit up just a small circle of concrete below it. The diner lights closed, the both of you completely isolated in the public parking lot.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the empty lot, except for the moans and groans spilling from both your lips, lost in the throes of passion. His lips were on yours, silencing your needy whimpers as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, his balls slapping against your ass. He groaned deeply against your lips as he felt you tighten around him, your walls squeezing him so hard his hips stuttered. He pulls back from the sloppy kiss, his nose brushing against yours with each thrust of his hips. “You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” His voice comes out ragged and out of breath, eyes hooded and dark. You nod through heavy pants.

He reaches down to rub fast, hard circles on your clit, adding just enough pressure to drive you insane. With a last shuddering whimper, the second orgasm of the night washed over you, coating his cock with your juices. He let out a strangled moan at the feeling of your juices dripping down his shaft and onto his balls. With a couple more deep, hard thrusts, he pulls out with a reluctant groan. He fists his cock in his hand, throwing his head back as he strokes it hard and fast. Spurts upon spurts of thick, hot cum land on your bare tits, some on the black top that was still bunched up around your waist. Jungkook looked like he was in pain - in the best way possible. His head was thrown back, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips slightly ajar.

As both of your orgasms start to subside, he pants and gives you a one-over. A goofy grin broke onto his face. You couldn’t help but smile back. “What is it?” You giggle breathlessly.

“Oh nothing…” He shrugged, reaching down to grab your bra, using his hand to remove the dust as he handed it to you. As you take the bra you raise a brow at him suspiciously. He reaches down to pull up his boxers, tucking his softening cock back inside. He then adjusts his baggy jeans into place. He reaches down into one of the pockets to hand you a kleenex packet. You gratefully take it and start to wipe yourself clean before clasping your bra in place.

“Tell me.” You press even further, sliding your hands into the sleeves of your black top before hopping off the bike, the gravel of the parking lot crunching underneath your black boots. You quickly put on your leather shorts. He takes a step forward, reaching out to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling your back against his chest.

“After that…I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you” His teeth grazed against the lobe of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “You’re mine now, baby.” He presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “My girl.”

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rurpleplayssims · 11 months ago

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📝Campbell Quay Recap - Part 1/2📔

I was recently asked to post a recap of what had been happening in Campbell Quay since I started posting the no-commentary styled posts back in April. The reason being that I wanted to catch all the characters up before I do another time jump of several years. Long story short, I want my families to have most of their children born before the time jump so I can move onto the next stage of the story with the next generation starting to shine.

📝So, in chronologically order, here is what has happened so far since I resumed the series in April:

Cooper Household: Round 5

Matthew is visiting Zoey and Roselyn in their home and has lunch with them. (They'd been previously discussing Deidre and her apparent ignoring of her closest friend before she'd left town.) They discuss the success of the clinic after the remodel, and Matthew setting up the therapist's office when he's ready.

Natalia, the clinic's receptionist, is good friends with her boss and visits her.

Their home functions well after Roselyn (and her dog Lily) moved in. Roselyn takes the time to help raise Madeleine (Zoey's daughter with Tyler Ellis).

Zoey teachers her daughter to talk. Roselyn asks Jasper to come over to fix their broken TV. (He is the town's handyman).

Despite being her ex-boyfriend, Jasper and Roselyn's relationship is a strong one, but it's nothing more than sibling-like since they broke up ages ago.

Roselyn heads off to work. Zoey asks Jasper to fix the toilet when she realises he's there. They speak about their friends and how the town's changed since they established it. She puts her daughter down for a nap before working on her easel.

Madeleine, a bright toddler, enjoys building her creativity skill.

Zoey receives a phone call from Becky, her next-door neighbour, asking to come over. Zoey agrees and is distressed to see Becky in floods of tears on her doorstep.

Becky is inconsolable as Luke broke up with her after she refused his marriage proposal. (Luke is a werewolf and he saw her refusal as rejection, and as part of his werewolf culture, he feels like she's not his packmate, and that she broke them up, not him.)

However, there is something left unsaid between the couple. After getting her inside, Becky reveals to Zoey her reasons for rejecting the marriage proposal. They become best friends as a result of the trust between them.

Roselyn gets a bonus at work from a chance card.

Becky distracts herself by playing with Madeleine.

The girls discuss Luke and what Becky should still remain in the house next door (as Becky lives with Luke and their friend Helen.)

Roselyn returns home, greets Becky and gives her the same advice as Zoey. They become best friends too when Becky tells her her reasons.

Becky heads out, insisting on going for a quiet stroll around the block before heading home, wanting to compose her thoughts before seeing Luke again at home.

Roselyn and Zoey discuss their guests before they make out and head upstairs.

The following day, after Zoey heads to work, Roselyn invites Helen around. Helen is her apprentice and good friend. They discuss Becky and Luke, before Helen plays with Madeleine. (Helen is one of the main babysitters in town.)

The days pass by and their home is a happy one. Roselyn teaches Lily to Roll Over.

After about a week, Helen comes over to babysit Madeleine whilst Roselyn and Zoey head out for a date at the new tea shop that's opened. Despite the snow on the ground, the pair of them are keen to get some fresh air and time to themselves. (Readers who've been here from day one know the struggle it was to get to the stage where these two are in a happy and healthy relationship!)

At the tea shop, they see Thomas Campbell, looking a lot happier and socialising with everyone who enters. (Thomas was a zombie at the start of the series and this was not long after he's been cured and he and Althea's marriage became a lot steadier.)

On the way home, Roselyn proposes marriage to Zoey, who happily accepts.

The next day, Zoey holds the clinic staff meeting at her house.

Norman-Ashford Household: Round 1

Jed promotes Alon to be the manager at the Norman Fitness Centre. (Jed owns the business, which is the local gym/swimming pool.)

Briony, the editor at the Campbell Chronicle newspaper, holds a meeting at lunchtime in her house she shares with Jed. The other employees are Starla Bennett (Alon's ex-girlfriend), Dominic Hawlings (who used to work at Proper Nosh!) and Cheryl Midlock (who used to work at Grim Groceries).

Dominic and Starla discuss the recently held Major election in the town, which Althea won.

Starla asks Jed about the gym, pitching to write an article about it. Jed agrees. She then asks about fingerprint scanning system that was being rolled out but Jed breaks off the conversation.

Jed is a stay-at-home father for the first few months of his and Briony's lives as parents. Their children are Holly and Harry, a set of twins.

The twins age up into toddlers.

Now that the children are a little older, Briony and Jed take turns in being the stay-at-home parent. Briony teaches the toddlers to use the potty, and Jed starts teaching them to walk.

Briony, who'd been carrying a lot of weight in her pregnancy to the twins, has worked hard to reach peak fitness afterwards. (Fun fact: Despite Film & Lit being her OTH, she rolls a lot of wants to do fitness-related activities. As that is Jed's OTH, I guess she's taking inspiration from her fiancé.)

Thomas visits his brother to play with his niece and nephew.

Jed teaches Harry to walk and Thomas teaches Holly a nursery rhyme.

Briony teaches Holly to talk. Jed teaches Holly to walk and teaches Harry to talk.

Briony and Jed's relationship is strong and healthy, and he asks how the newspaper is going.

Sylvie invites Sylvie around. (She is the adoptive 'aunt' to Jasper, Phillip and Noah Morgan. When Briony moved to town, her car broke down in front of Sylvie's isolated cottage. During the months she lived with the ancient Fae, a mother/daughter bond sprung up between the two.)

Sylvie comes around, plays chess with Briony, has dinner with her and Jed, plays with her 'grandchildren'.

There is a new garage built, including an upstairs area where Briony has moved her office to, and the twins deserved a room of their own.

Jed invites Alon around and they discuss the fitness centre and the babies being born in town.

Briony cooks dinner for them all, and Jed expresses how pleased he is at the progress Alon has made since he came to town. (Alon was the first burglar in town, and his background is troubled. His parents were uncaring, his ex dumped him and he ran away to CQ and was struggling to live with no home before Thomas and Althea took him in and helped him. He is a successful reformed criminal in town and Jed, as Head of Security in town, is pleased to have been proved wrong that Alon would relapse to crime.)

Alon discusses health with Briony as Jed puts the kids to bed.

Thomas visits his brother again and he bonds with both children, becoming best friends.

Thomas and Biony discuss friendships in town.

Harry and Holly have a huggle.

A few days later, Briony asks Helen to come babysit for her so she can get some work done in her office without worrying about attending to her children.

She begins to write a novel (her 4th...I think).

Jed and Briony discuss recent crime rates and the fingerprint recognition program. Briony intends to write an articles in the Chronicle about its benefits.

Briony meets Julie Moore, the lady who has moved in right next door. They discuss the many babies in town.

Althea visits to introduce Julie to the other mothers in town, as Julie plans to open a nursery in town. Part of the vetting process is that all parents need to approve that they trust Julie, and that she will keep their children safe. (Long term readers will understand why Althea is insisting on this.)

Zoey and Ellen are invited over to meet Julie.

Matthew passes on his afternoon walk and Briony speaks to him.

Dalton Morgan (Jasper and Ellen's eldest child) is having a playdate with Harry, Holly and Madeleine.

Henry comes around to see Jed and his family. (Henry used to live with Jed and his brother Thomas.)

Jed speaks to the ladies about the security at the nursery when it opens.

Jed greets Jasper, who was also invited to meet Julie. (Helen is babysitting his and Ellen's four younger children btw.)

The toddlers become best friends with each other. (These 4 will be in the same age group, but Maddie is the oldest, then the twins, then Dalton.)

Jed continues to help his fiancee reached peak fitness.

This is where the tags for the households become a bit confusing as I jump around different households to show events happening to residents in (mostly) chronological order.

Tyler and Victoria (nee Bransfield) are recently married and enjoying their newly refurbished home, which looks much more like the home to two business executives.

Althea gains her baby bumps and is placed on maternity leave. She and Thomas are thrilled to be expecting as they've sorted out their differences from what happened at the start of their marriage. (Click here for the full household tag, I'm not typing all that out!)

Thomas runs the town's grocery store (called Grim Groceries) and Emmy is his manager who runs it on a daily basis for him. This allows him to look at other business ventures he wants to set up in town. As the Founder's husband, he has expectations that he wants to carry out.

Becky visits Althea to discuss their work. She is Althea's chief assistant at the Mayor's office and is her deputy, only outranked by Thomas. She tells Althea about her and Luke's breakup in the hope it won't make work awkward and Luke works with them as an Intern.

The Founder's home gets a remodel and Cheryl visits to get notes for Althea's weekly column in the newspaper.

Althea invites the Jefferson couple over. (They have a family that is split up, as Libby works at the military base. They'd worked hard to get temporary accommodation for Robbie and their three children until Libby moves into the bigger home.)

Thomas finds a genie bottle.

Althea speaks to Janet Tanner, one of the cleaners in town, and offers her support during her pregnancy and after. (Janet moved to CQ with her boyfriend Frank. He wasn't keen to move to this town, despite Janet's love for the place. However, Janet confessed to Emily Morgan that she'd had a drunken one-night-stand with a male - we don't know who - after a row with Frank, but then when she went home the following day, she and Frank made up, leading her to not know who the father is. She has decided to keep the baby.)

Julie has dinner and Thomas and Althea, discussing their arrangements for the nursery amongst other things.

Jada, one of Althea's political assistants at the town hall, visits Althea to discuss priorities to be carried out whilst Althea is on maternity leave. She also helps set up Thomas's paperwork for his business ventures.

Some boring game rules here: The sims who own business lots and do not have an active career, they should be 'employed' in the Business career. In my mind it means they sign up to help and support from Campbell Quay Logistics, that Tyler organises as he's in charge of most business dealings with the town, only outranked by Althea.)

Victoria falls pregnant with her and Tyler's first child, and learns Couples Counselling.

Janet comes and visits Althea again to discuss her arrangements. Emily is with her as she was the first to guess that Janet was pregnant.

Sylvie's business, Sylvie's Garden, is doing very well! Despite being a very isolated person when she met the residents, she's come a long way in terms of confidence, and she's happy.

Sylvie's Garden reaches Rank 10 and it gets a Good Review as well!

Thomas's Grim Groceries is also doing well and opens up a car dealership, C&N Motors. (Not sure I mentioned it before, but it's a spin on his name, Campbell & Norman Motors, as Thomas married into a matriarchy family and took Althea's surname.)

Thomas reaches maximum enthusiasm in Music & Dance.

C&N Motors ranks up quickly and also gets a Good Review!

Althea studies some skills at home: Couples Counselling, Anger Management and Lifelong Happiness.

She also starts a novel to document all that's happened in town. It sells well!

As her pregnancy progresses, she studies some more, learning Fire Safety.

Phillips's daughters, Bella, Felicity and Phoebe age up to toddlers.

Proper Nosh! - Emily's restaurant gets some more remodelling and does well for business.

Phillip teaches Bella, the eldest, to walk.

Roselyn's art studio business is also doing well and earns a Good Review.

She also gets promoted in the Artist career to Level 7.

Zoey's Clinic has had a remodel and she welcomes her fellow doctor, Brandan, who is a surgeon.

Zoey has an appointment with Victoria, who is heavily pregnant.

Her next patient is Matthew and they make a point to discuss friendships in town. Zoey considers how fast her daughter is growing up.

Briony is based at the office, The Campbell Chronicle office and is working hard on her computer as Laura, a young teen, works at the till for the little shop at the front.

Gretchen (the business reviewer is who actually employed by Briony..?) awards the Campbell Chronicle a Good Review.

Townie Household, Round 2

Luke is working in his beloved garden before he heads off to Sylvie's Garden, to buy some new tools and meet up with Sylvie. He also meets Lena, one of the military personnel that have started visiting the town.

It's an awkward atmosphere at home. Despite it being a few months since their breakup, Luke and Becky don't speak much.

Becky has constant flashbacks to when she said no to Luke's marriage proposal.

She tries to remain pleasant and upbeat but Luke is either quiet or muted in his response.

After their lunch and she heads to work, Luke goes outside and breaks down over the breakup, still quite heartbroken. He reminisces over their love intersected by the memory of her rejection.

They had both had a recent row and whilst Becky regrets what she said in anger. Later that evening, she apologises to him. Luke, still muted, accepts her apology but doesn't say much else.

Helen asks how Becky is over breakfast. Becky avoids the subject.

When Becky heads to work, Helen plays her violin before heading over to Campbell Square to play for some tips. Before heading out, she greets Cheryl.

She meets Claire and Abbie, two of her female friends for a coffee.

After their meetup, Helen gets herself a coffee and Brandon, the surgeon at the Clinic, introduces himself to her.

Helen is attracted to him, and she's attractive to him. Flattered by the welcome attention, she speaks to him for a bit.

She plays her violin and gets quite a few tips, including from Henry and Brandon.

Returning home, Helen does some painting.

Luke bird watches before reading the newspaper.

After transforming that night (he's a werewolf) he heads out for some bug collecting.

Emmy and Alon officially become a couple, despite being together since Althea and Thomas's wedding.

Cheryl gets promoted to Level 3 in the Journalism career.

Matthew spends a lot of his freetime out jogging, emailing on his computer and cooking healthy meals for himself.

Cheryl makes an effort on her own novel. Tony is alone in his flat.

Emmy spends most nights sleeping in Alon's bed, but they've taken it slow, and have not woohooed yet.

(Most of the residents on this lot have had their spaces repainted as I wanted to make them a little more personal.)

Max Huxley (who used to be a cleaner) is in the Dance career and gets promoted to Level 3.

Tony spends most of his freetime playing his guitar.

Noah and Henry have gone from strength to strength since he moved in. Noah is promoted to Level 6 in the Science career.

Whilst babysitting Madeleine, Helen looks after Lily too and gives her a bath.

Zoey is promoted to Level 7 in the Medicine career. Her bonus goes towards their upcoming wedding.

Emily and Phillip Morgan are doing well, in both their family, relationship and business. Proper Nosh! is Rank 10 and Phillip is a highly successful lawyer and the top lawyer in town.

Henry's business, The Bookshelf, is also doing well.

Emily speaks with Tony when he comes over to let her know that he'll be leaving his job at the restaurant sooner rather than later.

Whilst he's there, Janet accosts him, and is very angry.

Phillips earns a bonus of $43,000!

Janet imagines Tony coming over to her and apologising...but he doesn't.

It's still awkward at the Townie household. Becky tries to speak to Luke about general stuff but he can't stop relieving her rejection. He realises he needs to change something.

Helen sits down at the table and Luke and Becky talk freely when praising Helen and the confidence that she's developed since she'd come to town. (Helen was very shy/insecure of herself when she first came to town. She's grown a lot in that time.)

Luke checks his email. Helen studies. Luke checks the newspaper and can't help but look at Becky from the corner of his eye. He wants to speak to her but isn't sure how.

After she gets up to go to the kitchen, he approaches her. She smiles at him and he's just about to try to speak when her mobile rings, and he loses his courage.

Becky heads out to get out of the house.

Helen speaks to Luke about Becky and tells him about Brandon, and that she wants to quit her babysitter's job. Inspired by her talk with Roselyn and Althea, she wants to do something else.

Luke thanks Helen for her quiet, steadfast support and that he's glad they're friends. She says the same.

Becky comes home and is so exhausted that she falls asleep in her food!

The resident household members speak as they normally do in the morning, enjoying the fresh air. Cheryl mentions kissing and gets Tony confused and conflicted. (He misses Cheryl and hadn't been able to stop thinking of her since she broke up with him at Althea's wedding. She broke it off with him because he was dating other women at the same time and she wanted a faithful partner, despite how much she loved him.)

Tony distracts himself by working hard at his music shop, Tony's Tempo. It's a big money earner and he's quickly paying off the bank loan he took out for the building. His business reaches Rank 8!

Max has to pay a fine at work.

Cheryl, Dominic and Matthew catch up over lunch.

Alon and Emmy finally consummate their relationship.

Cheryl earns herself another promotion to Level 4!

Max finally opens his dance studio business, Studio Huxley.

Starla visits C&N Motors and buys herself a car.

Brandon also buys a car from Thomas's car dealership.

Roselyn and Helen discuss their interests and a business venture.

Becky earns a bonus of $500 but Luke gets demoted.

Helen rings Brandon and they speak on the phone for a few hours.

Later, she spots Luke sitting alone in the garden. She speaks to him and he mentions their friendship and his recent heartbreak.

Helen gets a phone call from Marion and is surprised. (No, it's neither of her sisters btw.)

Luke tells Helen he will be quitting his job at Althea's office and getting a job elsewhere. The new job involves moving out.

The next day, Luke tells Helen he's leaving and she tells him she's glad they're friends and he should ring whenever he wants to.

When Becky comes down for breakfast, Helen lets her know Luke will be moving out in an hour. Becky is stunned, relieving the memories of her relationship with Luke.

Luke packs up his garden pots and tools and puts them in his mobile greenhouse. He doesn't know if he will come back for them but he kept them out of the way in case the girls wants to do something else with the garden.

At the moment of departure arrives, Helen says goodbye to her friend and hugs him before heading outside to put his suitcase in his truck, leaving Becky and Luke alone.

Becky awkwardly wishes Luke well and is confused as to what Luke's new job is. Luke insists (appearing cheerful) to wish her well and they hug. They share a moment when they stare at each other, but Luke and Becky meet Helen outside.

Becky and Helen watch as Luke gets in his truck and drives away. As soon as he disappears from sight, Becky bursts into tears.

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