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3vergr3en · 4 months ago

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Kissin’ and hope they caught us!

Part two

PAIRING (📖) . loser!collegeau!jake x fem!college!reader

A/N (🖊️) . I'm crazy over loser Jake (he's so cute 😕) my obsession with the headcanon abt Jake being a loser trapped in a hot man's body is concerning in the name of feminism. he has me gripping my hair like im going insane or smth

ADDITIONAL INFO (💻) . W/C is 2.2k! porn with little plot. Reader is smitten with Jake!! Jake is a little oblivious but it's okay, his geek charm makes up for it (and for the fact that he's PACKING). These two are FREAKS and PERVS. No p in v, oral (male received), Jake cant help himself from cumming inside, public sex!! everything about this fic is just so filthy and nasty 🫣

You recalled all the times when you dreaded going to college. It would be a new chapter of your life and you didn't know if it would turn out well.

But that would change as soon as you stepped into your campus's library and laid eyes on such a greek god of a man who sat at a table surrounded by books. Looking past the round frame of his glasses, you can see his big doe eyes that held a blend of curiosity and intellect. But that innocent look to him would only fuel your desire as you take in his features. His plump, soft pink lips curling up into a warm smile complimented his chiseled jawline. You don't know how a man could look so handsome yet so cute but you knew right then that college would be the best time of your life.

Midterms were nearing and what does a studious girl like you do during these times?

Eye-fuck your best friend who's taking the time out of his day to help you study.

"Y/n?" His soft-like-butter voice brought you out of your daze. "Do you understand this?" Jake asks, bringing your attention to the section in your notebook where his.. long, slender fingers are pointing.

You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, biting back the whimper that threatened to slip out when you watch him pick up your pen and skillfully swing it around his middle finger till it sits perfectly on his ring finger. You can only imagine how his fingers could feel inside of you. Curling just enough to reach that spot that makes you see stars. Yeah... he's getting it tonight.

“I uhm— I don’t understand, sorry.” You reply with a lack of sincerity. You knew damn well what you were doing. You like to say that hearing it from Jaeyun would make studying fun.

Jake grins, letting out a soft chuckle. Who’s he to turn you down when you’re seeking his help. Because in reality, he’s had an eye on you for a while. He will never forget the day when he first met you.

It was a Tuesday, and Heeseung came literally begging (almost on his knees too) him to do his paper that he forgot was due at 11:59 PM that same day. And what does sweet, caring Jake do? You guessed it, he manages to cram a 6-page essay into his already busy schedule. He remembers sitting at a table in the library, books about whatever Heeseung was researching were scattered around him. He was on the brink of calling it quits and letting his friend fail (which was most likely not gonna happen) and quite literally started praying for a sign of some sort to encourage him to continue on.

And as if he had his own personal angel watching over him to hear his prayers, the sound of your boots clicking against the smooth, wooden floorboards drew his attention from the book sprawled out in front of him. There you were, strutting through the double doors with a smile. The confidence that oozed out of you had reached him even when he was across the room. He watched you talk to the lady at the front desk, in awe when you tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear as you focused on something. You were like a shot of espresso and he drank in the sight of you. You were everything he had ever dreamt of in a girl. From the hair to the way you dressed, hell, even your smile. He was too lost in his thoughts to realize you were walking up to him. It wasn't till you spoke that snapped him back into reality, "Hey, is this seat taken?" You ask, pointing at the empty seat next to him.

He just stares.

Holy shit. You were talking to him. Holy shit. Holy fuck. shitshitshit. C'mon, Jake. Say something.

His voice slightly cracks when he mutters a quick, "No."

You bite your bottom lip, smiling at his reaction. "Great. I'm Y/n, you are..?" You ask, sitting down in the chair beside him.

His eyes dart around the empty seats surrounding the two of you. Why would you want to sit directly next to him? Do you think he's cute? Well, you're definitely cute. You're really hot. Drop-dead gorgeous even. Wait. Why are you staring at him like that? Did he- OH-

"Jaeyun! Sim Jaeyun!" He almost barks out, cringing into his seat when he gets shh'ed at by a random student.

You giggle quietly, slouching down to match his level. "Nice to meet you, Jaeyun. I hope we can be friends."

Friends... Yeah.. I can do friends! (he def cannot do friends and neither can you)

"Hey Jake," You calling his name startles him. "Hm?" He really needs to stop dozing off in front of you.

"There's this book that I couldn't reach earlier. Could you help me with that?" You chuckle, giving a moment for the boy to process. And as if on cue, his head perks up to look at you. There he goes.

You guide him towards the very far back of the library, specifically a corner that had students unlikely to come by. It was shielded off by another shelf of books, allowing for you two to go unnoticed.

"Where was it again?" Jaeyun asks, his height easily granting him access to the tallest shelf.

"Right.." You point at some random book, "There."

Jake, too immersed in his determination to find the said book, fails to notice you sinking down onto your knees right next to him. "Y/n? What's the title of the book? I can't really..." He finally goes to look at you. But he's confused when he's met with an empty space that was once occupied by you. He looks around until his gaze travels downwards where he sees you looking up at him with a smile.

"Y-Y/n! Wh-What are you doing?" Oh god. He can feel himself twitching inside his sweats. This is a very dangerous sight to see you in.

"I wanted to repay you for helping me, Jaeyun." You calmly explain, batting your eyelashes at him.

He's dreaming. He has to be.

"You're such a sweet guy y'know..." Your hands snake up his legs, "And I was thinking 'How could I ever repay him' but then," You lean in to plant a kiss on his prominent bulge, "This idea popped in my head not too long ago."

Jake could only lean against the shelves of books to steady himself. His hand glued to his mouth to muffle any sounds that slipped out while you pulled down the waistband of his pants.

This is exactly like his wet dream but so much fucking better.

"Y/n— oh fuck.." He moans into his hand when he feels you pulling his cock out from its confines. The cold air hitting his warm dick makes him hiss.

"Holy fuck, Jake. You're huge." You gawk, staring at his cock that you were lazily stroking. It was average in length, but fuck, the girth makes up for it.

"Fuck. Please, Y/n." The way he moaned your name sent waves of heat straight to your core. You swore you could feel your slick seeping through your panties.

Your hand feels so much better than his by a long shot. It's so soft, so warm. If it feels this good in your hand, he wonders how it would feel to be buried inside of you.

As pre-cum oozes out from his tip, you couldn't help but circle your thumb around the head of his cock. This must've been a sensitive spot for him by the way he abruptly thrusts his hips forward. "F-Fuck. I need to feel more, please." He begs almost pathetically, eyes hooded in need. Need to feel your mouth around his dick.

"You have to stay quiet, Jaeyun. Don't want people to find out what we're doing back here, do we?" You question, giving his cock a tug that makes him whimper.

You're so hot when you're manhandling him like this. So so hot. "No." He answers shakily, his chest heaving up and down.

You smile at him. So obedient. So cute.

You flattened out your tongue, slapping his head on the pink muscle. He tilts his head back, jaw slacked and mouth open, but no sounds come out. Only heavy breaths and quiet whimpers. Your warm breath fanning over his cock feels so good. But nothing will prepare him when he then feels you licking up a long stripe from the base of his dick to the very tip. If it weren't for the shelves supporting him, he'd be on the floor right now.

You moan before lapping your tongue at his tip, collecting his pre-cum. "You taste so good, Jakey."

You felt daring all of a sudden. Having the man of your desires stand here, letting you suck his dick was hotter than any fantasy you had. You relaxed your throat, giving yourself a moment to prepare for what you're about to do.

Jake could sense something coming from you. The way you looked up at him, he can see in your eyes what you're thinking about. He didn't really know exactly what to expect, but he brought one hand to cover his mouth just in case.

A guttural moan rips out from Jake when you suddenly try to take him whole into your mouth. His eyes widen as he realizes that he was louder than he anticipated it to be. He just prays that no one comes snooping around. Especially not when he has his dick down your throat because not only would that be petrifying, but he can not let you stop. Now now. Not when he had spent countless nights fucking his hand, hoping that it'd be your mouth one day. Now that it's happening, he can't let a second go to waste.

You gagged around his length, feeling the head of his dick hit the deepest parts of your throat. And what's crazy is how he isn't even fully in your mouth. There was still a couple inches left. That fact alone was you clenching around nothing. You could only imagine how he'd feel inside of you. He'd make you feel so full, so stuffed. You moan at the thought, sending vibrations into his dick that makes the boy rolls his eyes to the back of his head.

Jake, on the other hand, was reeling in the pleasure of having your warm, wet mouth around his cock. He moans into his palm, teeth sinking into the flesh to the point where he almost draws blood. It's surreal how your mouth makes him go fucking crazy. His head feels so light yet so heavy.

Your hands gripped the back of his thigh to steady yourself while pushing more of his dick down your throat for merely a couple of seconds before pulling away. You're gasping for air, perhaps you overestimated how much you could take him.

Jake nearly cums at the sight. Your chin is glistening while a string of saliva connects your lips to his raging red tip. He isn't sure what came over him at the moment, but he needed to feel your mouth around him again. He finds himself sliding a hand into your hair, grabbing a handful of it before shoving his dick past your swollen, pink lips and down your throat. "Fucking take it. Holy shit." He groans, mouth open with a mantra of your name spilling out.

You're blinking away the tears that pooled in your eyes, trying to focus on breathing through your nose while your best friend manhandles your mouth. This was a total 180 of how he usually is, and you loved it.

Everything about this was so lewd. The sounds of you gagging around his dick mixed with Jake moaning was music to your ears. You look up at him through your lashes, taking in how cute he looked in his specs while moaning your name.

"This mouth feels.. fuck. Feels so fucking good." Jake mutters, hips snapping against your face as he feels his high nearing. "G-Gonna cum down your throat. Sh-Shit, you're gonna take all of my fucking cum." He's just rambling now. Mind is too fucked to even think about anything else but cumming down your pretty little throat.

With one final thrust, his pelvis is flush against your face as he feels himself emptying his load down your throat. "Holy fuuuck.. Oh my god, Y/n."

You could only sit there and swallow everything he gave you. This is your way of repaying him.

He doesn't pull out till he feels himself going soft in your mouth. And he's quick to start apologizing once he does, "I-I'm so sorry, Y/n. I didn't even ask where you wanted me to cu–"

You're swatting your hands around, shaking your head as you swallow hard. "It's okay. I wanted it." Your voice is hoarse due to his assault on your throat. But you loved the result of it.

He helps you stand up before combing out the knot in your hair that he caused. "Well, the library is about to close for the night. We should get—"

"Do you want to come over to my place, Jakey?" You ask, holding his hands in yours.

He nearly chokes on his own saliva. "Uh,, y-yeah! We can!" He agrees, nodding almost frantically.

"I need help with biology. Specifically anatomy." You smile, trailing your finger down his chest.

"Yeah... I-I can help you." He whispers out.

"Yeah?" You giggle, pecking the corner of his mouth.

He'll help you with whatever it is if it means you'll repay him by giving him head.

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supernovafics · 8 months ago

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series masterlist | last part — next part

pairing: modern!college!steve harrington x fem!reader, bestfriend!eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 3.1k words

warnings: explicit language, brief mention of alcohol/drinking, pining, a little angst

summary: steve meets you at eddie’s show and even though you’re feeling a little weird and nervous about what you two are doing, you ultimately decide that there’s a first time for everything

CHAPTER THREE | ❝𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅❞

Fall Semester 2015

Eddie was good. Like, really good.

So good that you had to keep reminding yourself to not ogle at his hands on the guitar, seamlessly moving from chord to chord, or focus too hard on the almost too pretty sound of his voice.

You silently wondered— as he and his band finished out the last few moments of the song they were rehearsing— if you would be feeling this way as you watched him practice if you didn’t have the biggest crush on him. Or maybe this would’ve ended up being the moment you realized everything, instead of that moment happening in his dorm room just a few weeks ago.

You still hadn’t decided how to tell him, you also still weren’t sure if you even wanted to tell him at all. If you said something and he didn’t feel the same way, you had a feeling that it would mess everything up between you and him, and ultimately ruin this friendship that felt so important to you.

Therefore, you were leaning more toward never telling him how you felt, or at least waiting for the perfect moment to do so. However, you didn’t know what would necessarily deem a moment as “perfect.” Maybe one day it would just feel right to finally utter the words to him? You weren’t entirely sure.

For the time being, you pushed those confusing thoughts to the side, and in this moment you simply focused on the final notes of the song being played out, marking its end, and then Eddie placing his guitar down.

“You guys are really good,” You said from where you sat barely five feet away because of how small the garage was; you couldn’t remember if this was Gareth’s place, Jeff’s, or Doug’s. “Like, really, really good. It’s actually kind of insane.”

Eddie smiled at you. “I think you’re our number one fan now.”

“I feel honored to hold that title.”

He walked over to where you were sitting. “You wanna come with me to get the pizza?”

His question was one that you didn’t need to outwardly respond to because the answer was obvious. You simply nodded as you stood up from your chair and walked with him to his van.

You’d go anywhere with Eddie— and that fact was the main reason why you were currently spending your Saturday in his hometown two hours away from your guys’ college, instead of holed up in the library studying for midterms.

“I think I get it,” You said, gazing out the window as he drove and watching the small empty fields and random houses pass by in a blur.

“Get what?”

“Why you wanted to leave here,” You answered, turning to look at him even though his eyes were focused on the road. “It’s so small and quiet. I honestly can’t even imagine you growing up here.”

“There was a record store across town that I really loved, and it was probably the only thing that kept me sane growing up,” He briefly explained and you nodded. “And my uncle. And the guys too. We’ve been doing the whole band thing since middle school.”

The thought of an eleven year old Eddie singing and playing guitar sounded quite adorable to you.

“That’s so cute.”

Eddie laughed. “Cute was not what we were going for.”

“Sorry, what I meant to say was, that’s so cool and rock ‘n roll.”

“Solid save.”

“Thank you.”

“You have to take me to your hometown next,” He said, taking a brief look over at you as he kept driving.

You shook your head. “Definitely not gonna happen, and not just because we’d have to take a two hour plane ride to get there.”

“Come on, I brought you here.”

Just for a second, you let yourself think about the suburban town you grew up in states away; a town that you also couldn’t wait to get out of because, just like Eddie’s, it felt way too quiet and small. You tried to briefly imagine him walking down the streets you used to walk to get to school or the park that you had liked to spend most of your free time at reading, but you couldn’t see it. You could barely even see yourself doing any of that anymore.

“This is different. You want to come here,” You told him. “Aside from my parents, and that’s only sometimes, there’s nothing that makes me wanna go back to my hometown.”

You tried your hardest not to think about how actually saying that out loud made you feel a little sad.

“So, no band with old friends that makes you wanna go back most weekends?” Eddie asked, purposefully trying to lighten the mood, which you were grateful for.

You gave him a small smile. “Nope, none of that.”

That was why you liked him, he read you well and knew the right moments to shift any conversation.

There was a part of you that wanted to just admit to him how you felt right there in his van. Let the words leave your lips and simply see what would happen.

But then he was pulling into the parking lot of the pizza place and the moment felt effectively over. And a part of you was glad for that.

It wasn’t that difficult to pretend that nothing had changed for you and that you still only saw him as your best friend. You honestly found pretending to be the easiest thing to do.

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Spring Semester 2018

“Robin just texted me saying, “Tell Eds I’m there in spirit. When in actuality my spirit is dead because this essay is killing me.” So yeah, she’s not coming tonight.”

“Damn, so that means I won’t hear her overenthusiastic “woo’s” after we finish every song.”

You playfully smiled at Eddie. “I can take over that job for the night if you want.”

“That would be great,” He responded, smiling back. “We need to prove that we have at least one excited fan.”

“Okay, then I’ll make sure to take my job as your number one fan very seriously tonight,” You told him before taking a sip from your drink and then placing it back atop the high wooden table you two were standing on opposite sides of that was a bit wobbly. “I swear we always somehow end up at this specific table.”

“Either that, or they’re all fucked up.”

“True,” You said and nodded, but you had a feeling that it was probably the same one because you and everyone always ended up occupying the same cluster of tables that were to the right of the small stage— a stage that was currently set up because he was performing in less than twenty minutes.

You had shown up with Eddie and the rest of the band an hour earlier; which was pretty much a routine when it came to the biweekly gig Corroded Coffin had here. Aces was one of the few bars in town that was actually not frequented by college kids because they were really strict about their carding policies and could spot a fake ID from a mile away. However, Rick, the owner, loved Eddie and the band, so exceptions were made for them; and by extension you and your other friends too.

You texted Robin back “Your screaming will be missed<3,” and then got a notification for a text from Steve that said, “Just parked.”

“Um, Steve just got here, so I’m gonna go out and grab him.”

“Okay,” Eddie said and then shook his head in what seemed like both disbelief and surprise. “I still can’t believe how good Friday night went for you two.”

“Yeah, I’m surprised too. I didn’t expect this to happen,” You told him, which technically wasn’t that much of a lie. You really hadn’t expected that night to lead to you fake dating Steve barely a day later.

The cold night air immediately hit you when you walked outside, even the jacket you were wearing wasn’t enough to keep you warm, so you crossed your arms over your chest as you waited for Steve. You were suddenly glad that you opted against wearing a skirt tonight and decided to settle on a pair of jeans.

It was a solid three minutes of you looking both ways down the street and waiting for Steve to eventually come into view. And when he finally did, you met him halfway.

“Jesus, how far did you park?”

“Way too far.”

Steve fell into step with you as you walked back to the front door. You noticed him look up at the faded sign that had the bar’s name on it and then it seemed as if he realized or remembered something. “Aren’t they really strict at this place?”

“Yeah, but it’s fine,” You answered with a quick shrug before grabbing his hand to keep him close to you as you walked past the small-ish line of people waiting to get their ID checked and get into the bar. You gave a quick smile to Jacob, the bouncer and also Rick’s brother, who was letting you through with no hesitation. “Thanks, Jacob.”

Steve let out a breath of a laugh once you two were fully inside the small and darkly lit bar. “Okay, that was actually pretty cool.”

You were about to respond to him with some playful joke about how getting into this place both for free and without an ID was probably the coolest thing about you, but then your eyes were on Eddie. He was saying something to the guys as they headed over to the packed bar and then he was left alone at the haphazardly pushed-together tables. Suddenly, you felt nervous and also a bunch of other things that were entirely indecipherable at the moment.

You turned to look at Steve. “Okay, so, um, how thick are we laying it on right now?”

Instead of answering your question, he seemed to sense your nervousness, so he gave your hand that was still holding his a quick squeeze. “Just chill. Don’t worry.”

That honestly didn’t do anything to calm your nerves or make you not worried about what you two were about to do. But, it was also weird because even though you were nervous, you didn’t want to back out of doing it.

“Where is he?” Steve asked.

You simply nodded in the direction of the table Eddie was standing at.

“Okay, come on,” He said and as you two walked over to the table, he readjusted your hands so that they were intertwined, which made holding hands with him feel a thousand times more intimate. And that was probably exactly why he did it, you realized.

“Hey,” He greeted Eddie with a smile.

“Hey, man,” Eddie responded. “Cool seeing you here.”

“Yeah, glad I can finally catch a show.”

You stopped paying attention to what they were saying, and it wasn’t really on purpose, it was just that all you could focus on right then was Steve’s subtle movements— his hand pulling away from yours and him shifting closer to you so that he could drape his arm around your shoulders instead. He was so smooth and easy with it, meanwhile you were contemplating if you seemed too tense or if your face looked uncomfortable.

Maybe some practicing would’ve been good before jumping into the deep end of this whole thing. But, what would practicing have even entailed? Steve holding your hand or keeping his arm around you until you felt completely normal about it? That sounded almost too embarrassingly stupid.

He had done pretty much the same things Friday night on your date— you remembered him holding your hand and wrapping an arm around you during the movie and feeling entirely okay about it; he had even kissed you that night and initially, you had been completely okay before you got too in your head about everything— but this, for obvious reasons, felt entirely different. The point now was to look super into it, and you felt yourself slowly folding under the pressure.

“Did you tell him about game night?”

It took you a second to realize Eddie was talking to you because your mind was in an entirely different place right then. You barely even heard the question he asked you.

“Yeah, she did,” Steve said, saving you. “I’ll be there.”

“Great, we’ll actually have even teams for once,” Eddie said to you.

“Talia’s gonna hate that. She loves being referee,” You responded, finally finding your voice and actually managing to feel the tiniest bit normal for a moment.

“No, she won’t because she’s gonna have the best Pictionary player on her team.”

You rolled your eyes at that because you knew he was referring to himself. “Vickie is the best at Pictionary, actually.”

“Okay. Second best.”

“I think Robin’s second, but you’re definitely third because me and Talia are equally bad at that game.”

“Fine, I’ll take third,” Eddie responded. “Unless Harrington here has a secret talent?”

Steve shook his head. “No, I’m terrible at drawing.”

Eddie smiled at that. “You two will make a great team then.”

“I think our bad drawing skills will cancel each other out and we’ll actually end up being really good,” You said, mostly kidding with your words.

“Or we’ll be worse,” Steve said.

“It’s very sad to see that you have no faith in us,” You joked, looking up at him, and he only laughed in response.

He and Eddie went into talking about an assignment for the class they had together, and you attempted to pay attention to their conversation, but your mind went right back to overthinking everything. You wondered whether or not things looked real or if it all seemed entirely forced and out of place.

Steve was doing pretty much all of the work right then at making this newfound relationship look believable, and your only job was to pretend that you were happy to lean into his touch and to make it seem like you were at least a little enamored by him, which was easier said than done. You were now discovering that acting wasn’t your strong suit.

They continued talking for the next minute or two before Eddie was saying that he needed to head on stage. “I’ll see you guys after.”

You nodded and said a simple “Good luck,” and then he walked away, joining Gareth, Jeff, and Doug on stage. You let out a breath that you didn’t even know you’d been holding.

“You okay?” Steve asked once Eddie was out of earshot. His arm dropped from around you, but he still stayed close. “I know we shook hands on it and everything, but we really don’t have to do this. It’s fine if you wanna back out.”

“No, I’m okay. I just didn’t expect this to feel so weird? I don’t know if that’s the right word, but yeah… I swear I’m fine, though, I’ll get better at,” You briefly gestured between you and him. “This whole thing.”

The last time you were so outwardly physically affectionate with someone was years ago; a high school relationship that ended just as quickly as it had started. You weren’t used to this anymore, and maybe it was dumb to think that it would be easy to do it, especially with someone you didn’t really even know that well.

“We don’t have to do this,” Steve reminded you.

“No, I want to. Honestly,” You assured him, and surprisingly that still felt mostly true.

“When’s game night?”

“Tomorrow,” You answered, forgetting that that had been brought up in the conversation with Eddie. “It’s a once-a-month thing we do at the apartment.”

“Got it,” He said with a nod.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t wanna. It’s mainly just three hours of all of us screaming at each other,” You briefly explained. “That’s the reason why we only do it once a month. Friendships would be ruined if we made it a weekly thing.”

“Sounds deadly.”

“Very much so.”

“Also, sounds fun.”

You let out a laugh. “Didn’t peg you for a masochist, Steven.”

He ignored that. “Do you want me to come tomorrow?”

You took a moment to actually consider his question. Everyone else was gonna have to meet him eventually, especially if you wanted to make it seem like you “really liked him,” so maybe it would be best to just rip off the band-aid and do the introductions sooner rather than later.

“Yeah, I do,” You ultimately answered. “You should come. I think it’ll be good.”

Before he could even say anything in response, the band started playing and every conversation happening in the small bar became drowned out by the music. You bopped your head and softly sang along to the songs you knew, which were pretty much all of them aside from a few new covers they decided to do. And you, of course, loudly applauded and excitedly shouted after every song, just like you told Eddie you would.

“Wow,” Steve said at one point, mouth close to your ear so that you could hear him over the music. “It’s so obvious that you like him. I honestly didn’t think it was possible to witness heart eyes in real life.”

You playfully nudged him. “Shut up.”

You had a feeling that he was mostly joking with his words, but still, you couldn’t help but think, Did it really look that obvious?

You turned to look at Steve and were about to ask him what exactly looked so obvious and how was he so easily able to notice something that Eddie somehow never had.

However, you immediately noticed that his attention was on a girl across the bar who was looking right back at him with a matching smile on her face.

“Keep it in your pants tonight, Harrington,” You told him, elbow bumping his side again. “And until the end of February too.”

“I know. Sorry,” Steve said, looking away from the girl and back at the stage.

“Y’know, I was mostly joking last night when I said that not dating anyone this month would probably be hard for you. But, now seeing that it actually is hard for you, I’m just concerned. There are tons of support groups that you can join to help with this problem,” You said, trying your hardest to keep a straight face as you said your words, but ending up smiling the entire time.

“Ha ha,” He said sarcastically, which only made you smile more.

You focused back on Eddie, listening as he said that he was about to perform what would be the last song of the night. You shouted happily in anticipation and smiled at him when his eyes met yours.

Once again, you couldn’t help but wonder, Was it obvious?

At some point during that final song, Steve placed an arm around you again, and it surprisingly didn’t feel all too weird that time around.

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cloudy-caspirations · 6 months ago

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Sunday • September 15, 2024

Once again this upcoming week is going to be super busy for me, so I may or may not remember to post for the next 7 days depending on how hectic it gets. I have 2 midterms, 2 exams, and a major project along with the usual homework and notes to catch up on 😵‍💫😵‍💫. Regardless of all the stress that my classes are creating, I still can’t help but feel the same excitement that I did during the summer to advance in my major and learn more about electrical engineering.

In one of my posts from right before the semester started I wrote that I was worried that I wouldn’t like EE when presented with it’s workload, and I’m so glad that those worries were unfounded. I’m loving circuit analysis so much more than my math courses right now, which is kind of insane to me because I can’t recall a single time in my entire life when math wasn’t my favorite subject. I just can’t wait to learn beyond the basics and know enough to start building stuff!!!!

Anyways yap session over, here is a pic of my math notes from the beginning of the semester and a pic of my most recent notes for the same class 😭😭. To be fair, the first pic is from my revised notes that I transferred to paper as a way to study and the second pic is just lecture notes, but I still find the contrast kind of funny. Sorry if tumblr crops them weirdly, I couldn’t think of a way to make my digital notes vertical without rearranging the entire paper 😵‍💫

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rogloptimist · 4 months ago

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personal life yap sorry !!

audufhejfjg the stress is kind of getting to me man 😭😭 idk i feel like i overestimated my actual bandwidth for handling Tasks and now i’m just reeling because i bit off way too much to chew?? i have this mental vision board for my goals ™️ and a series of things i know i need to do to get there but creating timelines makes nervous so i just. don’t do it which is a horrible idea because i tried to do everything at once and i fear i am too pea brained for all this!!! school is slowly starting to kick my ass (midterms week i will see you in hell) and this practice schedule is driving me fucking insane,, i cannot do 16 hours a week anymore for the love of god my hip is still a bit wacked out from dance last winter and rifle lives in my nightmares 🫥🫥 at least two fingers on my left hand have been jammed consistently for the last two months and it is very much not awesome. and i genuinely feel like i have no idea what i’m doing w hsa and as treasurer for another org,, i am absolutely NOT qualified for either and idk wtf i was thinking trying to do both and i feel so bad because all these other people will be involved if i blow up 😭 plus i absolutely bombed my topik exam which means i probably need to take it again next year which means more time spent studying independently outside of school and my timeline gets even muddier for actually pursuing med school in the future if i do want to go to seoul. and idk if i even want to go SK anymore hhh the tuition is obviously undeniably a pro plus having family but the viability of practicing in america is very questionable? and i don’t know if i could commit to living in korea independently which is a bit strange to admit because i love being back but thinking about it long term feels unrealistic. BUT THAT’S NOT EVEN RELEVANT RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I NEED THIS WOMAN TO EMAIL ME BACK ABOUT THIS FUCKING FUNDRAISER. also she ghosted me for like a fucking month and texted me and when i texted her back she left me on read?? and when i finally got the goddamn text back i had no idea what to say so i just did not reply 🤩🤩 honestly i’ve kind of stopped speaking to real life people because it’s stressing me out more which is probably not great! skjelmorose is real i’m going to go sit down in the shower 🧘‍♀️

#oops that was a whole ass essay mb #needed that out of my system 😔😔#hhhhhhhhh whatever. it’s literally fine if i pretend i don’t care then it will not affect me when everything explodes 🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️

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kkuzushi · 2 months ago

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Hello kkuzushi! I just wanted to ask you how you've been since I saw your post about you going to the doctor and getting busy with uni and cosplaying..... Yes that was days ago BUT THAT WON'T STOP ME FROM ASKING IF YOU'RE OKAY OR NO—

Anyways, are you doing well? How's the competition? Did they already announce the winners? If so, DID YOU WIN?! :0 how's Uni? Are u taking good care of yourself while you're studying/writing the SMAU?

Haha, i sound like a creep for asking so many things— If this creeps you out, I'm so so so sorry! I won't do this again if you're uncomfortable! To tell you the truth, you're the first person I've ever "requested" and interacted with here in Tumblr (friends are not counted!), and since then I started to interact with other writers here! :DD

So yeah, I actually don't know how to end this message HAHAHAH but I hope you're doing well :3

Sincerely,

- 🎐

Omgg hii dearest, 🎐!! This is honestly so sweet and cute of you to do. I don’t usually get asks that isn’t mainly about my writing, I’m very flattered and I appreciate it. ^–^

I’m doing pretty well besides the stress from uni and other upcoming stuff in my schedule. The competition is actually happening in less than 3 weeks, I think? I’m still making the prop for my cosplay and it’s driving me insane LMAO.

Uni stuff is stressful as ever especially since holiday break is over, it’s currently hell week since my midterms are coming up very soon. I’m managing though!! (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

And yes, I’m taking care of myself as much as I can—Speaking of my SMAU, I missed an update for yesterday LMAO please forgive me, everyone. I’ll try to get it up tonight!!

This is my first time yapping a lot about how I’m doing and it’s actually refreshing??! So don’t worry, nothing you have asked made me uncomfortable. My anon asks are always open (not for requests haha..) and I’ll answer it all when I can!

I’m also flattered to hear I’m the first person you’ve requested here. (T_T) When I first made this account, I really didn’t think I’d ever stoop to a level where people would send me asks like these. I truly appreciate you and my other anons!! <3

I hope you’re also doing well, sweetheart! Take good care of yourself, my asks are always open for any simple chat or anything you’d like to say. Have a good day/night. <3

#zushi.🎐anon #zushi.rants #zushi.updates #zushi #kkuzushi

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thoughtfulfoxllama · 1 year ago

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Hey everyone! I'm so so soooo sorry that I didn't post until Today. I was going to post on Monday, but I needed to completely rewrite my Education Midterm, and that took away all my free time

We have a number of Biblical Texts that were, for one reason or another, not included in our modern Bible. The Books of Enoch, the history of the Maccabees, Tobit. We can guess what to do with them, but we don't have to, because Joseph did:

"Verily, thus saith the Lord unto you concerning the Apocrypha—There are many things contained therein that are true, and it is mostly translated correctly; There are many things contained therein that are not true, which are interpolations by the hands of men. Verily, I say unto you, that it is not needful that the Apocrypha should be translated. Therefore, whoso readeth it, let him understand, for the Spirit manifesteth truth;" (D&C 91:1-4)

So, the Apocrypha is true, but also not. It's more like the Apocrypha is true, but you need to have the Spirit to understand it. It's like the Book of Revelation in that way

I have a lot to say about the Apocrypha. It's a wealth of interesting stories and information. But, I'll just tell you to go study it yourself

Journal of Discourses

I don't know if anyone here has read the JoD, but I have. Since I have a life outside of Mormon Scholarship (for now) I haven't read all 26 Multi-Hundred page Volumes. But there's some interesting stuff in there. From Brigham alone, we get the Garden Cosmology, Instructions for a Zion Community, the Cumorah Cave, and the idea that keeping Kosher is more important than the Word of Wisdom (and that's just the beginning). Now, we don't believe in any of that stuff (his view of Zion has more communalism than most Mormons would be comfortable with), but there's plenty of stuff we do believe. This is why I see the JoD as Mormon Apocrypha.

Actually, I would compare it to the Jewish Talmud. The Jerusalem & Babylonian Talmuds were written in an age of chaos for the Jewish Community, and it was written to build regulations based on the Oral Law. The JoD were written in Polygamy-era Utah, after the Church shattered, with many questions left after Nauvoo (with the Endowment, the King Follet & Grove Sermons, and others left unexplained to the vast majority of the Church). This caused much debate, like Orson vs Brigham on who Heavenly Father is. We accept much of what is in there, but not everything (just like how a Jewish person can accept Hillel's ruling on one issue, and Shammai's on another).

I'm not going to recommend everyone read the JoD though. There's a lack of Scholarship about it, it can lead to weird places (Adam did it with Mary, Sun People & Moon Quakers, ect), and it's kind of a slog between the insanity. It's a Milk/Meat situation, but if you're ready for the Meat, and have the Spirit, then go ahead

Interesting Reads

"Strange Thing in the Land"- https://www.reddit.com/r/latterdaysaints/s/IusTpLg48v

Journal of Discourses- https://journalofdiscourses.com/

https://rsc.byu.edu/apocryphal-writings-latter-day-saints/whose-apocrypha

https://www.ldsliving.com/5-teachings-from-the-apocrypha-latter-day-saints-can-learn-from/s/89576

I can't think of any questions to ask. If you have any, add to the Comments

#mormon #lds #tumblrstake #queerstake #lds church #ldschurch #mormon hot take

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azumasoroshi · 1 year ago

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my midterm is in 11 hours i already pulled an all nighter last night and this is going to be my second one after taking two 2 hour naps this afternoon. i have seven gojo shimeji running around my screen. i have two more units left to take notes on before i can actually study them. i am writing this and it's actually working. the neurons in my brains are firing and making connections because of my stupid fucking jjk jokes that i make out of every vocabulary term. i'm going insane im going insane im going insane

shameless plug to read my sensation and perception lecture notes in fanfiction form i guess. i ran out of my self-imposed time limit on twitter so i have to post this here now im sorry im not

#satosugu #gojo satoru #geto suguru #psychology #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #sugusato #stsg #goge #gego #me adding tags as if i actually want anyone to read this #you guys dont need to know how fucking insane i am right now #im living off of dunkin donuts coffee and popcorn and stomach pain #i wouldnt post this here if i didnt know id get laughed out of my own server for posting it there #and if i didnt have an insatiable urge to talk about satosugu 24/7

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1d1195 · 6 months ago

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I’m SO ready to read what you have in store for both Honey and the academic rivals!! I just know that it will be SO GOOD! And you’re so real for loving the jealousy aspect lol I LOVE reading about it but irl I will literally GAG and not in a good way HAHA

I’m sorry you’re not feeling too well rn :( it’s suck so much to constantly feel like that and it’s even worse when it amplified with one’s cycle! It’s hell for so many reasons! I’m so sorry you’re going through it :( I hope that you’re able to feel a bit better and have been able to do things that make you smile!!!

You’re so kind for even remembering!My midterms went pretty well actually! I did better than I expected which is crazy considering I haven’t been all there lol my weekend has also been a bit busy but I’m a nice way! Went out for a birthday thing for a friend so my social battery has been running a bit low but I enjoyed it which is fine! How was yours?! Hope you got in some rest after a busy week! You are always deserving of it!

Btw idk exactly when you start the new school year but IM WISHING YOU THE BEST OF LUCK WITH IT!! I have no doubt that your teaching abilities are just amazing and I know you’ll be able to have a great year! Remember that you’re doing your best and that is always enough, please take care of yourself!

The Jump tie back idea was NOT STUPID!! Bestie it was my fave moment in the last part! It just proved how even when they weren’t in each others lives they are so intertwined that even the universe was trying to make them come back to each other/not forgot their bond!! While this isn’t a soulmate au, THIS IS VERY SOULMATE CODED AND IDGAF IT WAS SO CUTE AND PERFECT FOR THEM!!! Such a lovely story and you never miss!!

OMG ITS ALREADY BEEN A YEAR😭😭😭OUR ANNIVERSARY 😭😭😭 WDYM ITS BEEN A YEAR?! It feels like a lot of time has passed yet at the same time it doesn’t feel that long?? Idk lol i seriously should be thanking YOU! You’re so kind to everyone on here and you create such wonderful stories that you share with us! And thank you for being so easy and fun to talk to. It doesn’t matter whether you’re telling me simple things or opening a bit of your heart, it’s always so lovely getting to talk you! You have no idea how insanely wonderful you are, thank you for being such an amazing person and pen pal! Love you lots!!!💗💗-💜

I had like two other stories outlined but I think they're going to go on the back burner from now. There's enough of an outline that they can wait really till whenever. I am excited about them though! I think Honey will be really adorable overall (even if I'm writing some pretty mean parts right now). Academic rivals I think won't be a ton of parts and I think it will kind of jump into the middle of their story, but I think that will be really grumpy/sunshine of them 🤭

It's okay, really. I guess it's "nice" I'm consistent. I can pretty much time when I'm going to feel kinda low. I think I hide it pretty well--not sure that's a good thing but it is what it is. I've got to do a lot of grocery shopping and meal prep today which I'm kinda dreading. Just want to keep writing 😭

I'm not surprised you did well! Based on how you study and worry about your classes I assume you're an amazing student. Like probably top of your class? We vibe like that and I always felt the same way. It takes a lot of hard work and sacrifice--but I'm glad you had a good weekend! Even if your social battery was drained.

My weekend was fine. Went for a few walks and just been writing my little heart out. I did get to rest. I wish I had read more this summer but that's okay. Hopefully I can use all the books I didn't read as a reminder to myself to take time during the school year to do something I like and need to do for me.

You're very sweet, I'm definitely going to try and find more balance--I did a pretty good job last year but some months get crazy. May/June is usually craziest (obvi) but that's a while from now so I'm not going to worry about it much until then.

AHHHH! That's so sweet. I'm glad it didn't come off stupid. I really felt conflicted by how lame it might have sounded. I think it helped that I never mentioned Harry knowing about it until that moment. 🤭

You're going to make me cry 😭 I'm really glad I came back to tumblr. Even if it's a little crazy now and things are different, I think about how I was feeling between 2018-2022 and how different I feel now. It is really nice to have a place where I can vent and chat even if it's a bit anonymously. I feel like you guys know me a lot better than a lot of my friends. But yeah. I love you SO MUCH! 💕 Thank you for being a part of my blog 💕

xoxo

#most #💜

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always-andromeda · 2 years ago

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Okayokay, hi! I know it’s been like a week since you responded to my last ask, but I just started summer semester so it’s been kinda hectic. It goes by so fast since it’s a 6 week semester instead of 12, so I’m already studying for midterms :,(

But anyway! I hope your exams went well and that you were able to pass your classes! It can’t be easy trying to get through school when your mental health isn’t doing so well.

And a potential vacation and some music events?? Sounds funnn, I hope you get to do that stuff and enjoy yourself :)

Yeah, I totally get what you mean about Songbirds and Snakes. It’s so so different from The Hunger Games since it’s from the POV of Snow and like…we know what he ends up becoming. So it’s not necessarily hopeful like THG ends up being. But it’s so interesting learning about how he became who he is in THG.

Also! On the subject of THG, idk if I mentioned this to you, but I recently watched a show Josh Hutcherson is in called Future Man (he’s the lead guy). It’s about time travel and it’s super off-beat and there’s lots of dirty humour, and it’s so funny and clever!! I think it’s a Hulu show? But we don’t have Hulu here so I watched it on Disney+. If you’re interested in stuff like that, I would def recommend. Josh is super funny and pretty in it!!

Oh my god I feel that so hard. Since I was 13, my parents have not heard the end of my many celebrity crushes. I think they tolerate my obsessions—at best 😭. But I cannot wait till The Covenant comes out on Prime, I’ve been watching edits and I am confident I’m going to lose my shit while watching it cause he looksTHAT GOOD. Like the ultimate dilf energy 😩

Finally, as a treat, I deliver yet another set of edits to you:

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM2eY42qJ/?t=1

https://www.instagram.com/p/CsBXoG0yzNL/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

-🤹

Hey, E!! So sorry it’s taken a bit to answer this one!! The last few days have been a bit messy for me and I’ve not had much energy to be online. But damn, congrats to you for taking on a summer semester!! I was thinking about signing up for a few summer classes myself but I've needed the break after the semester I just had. 😅 Hopefully these classes go well for you!!

And listen, now I've officially bought a copy of Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (and two new Palm Pals for my fledgling collection hehehe) as a fun little end of the semester present to myself. Partially because I wanna know what's going on when the movie comes out in theaters. The idea of going to a see a Hunger Games movie in theater again?? Ugh, it makes my heart just light up with nostalgia. 💖 So get ready to hear my thoughts and opinions on it in the coming weeks!!

About that show: I'm pretty sure I've actually seen some edits for Future Man?? I now have a whole Josh Hutcherson folder on TikTok because my algorithm just keeps giving me content about him lol. That one scene where he's like on his knees and saying that he promises he'll be a good boy and he'll be quiet?? 😀 I think that's from Future Man?? All I know is that if I watch that...I think I will go certifiably insane. But I'll definitely add it to my watchlist and check it out once I get the chance to!!

p.s. those edits?? sweet jesus I am so— 🥴 the beard and glasses combo???? God, I am gonna have a time watching this movie.

Here's some edits for you in return!!

🎁 (here’s that Josh scene I was talking about earlier lol)

🎁 (and here’s some more of bearded Jake)

#˚ʚ ask meda ɞ˚#˚ʚ anonymous ask ɞ˚#🤹 anon

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sxtanshepherd · 2 years ago

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teddyaltman-cardiogoddess:

It had been a week and a half…maybe two. The days flew by for the busy blonde. But she knew it had been over a week since her night with Addison. She couldn’t help but wonder if they were going to go months without speaking once again. Either way, she decided not to wallow in it this time.

She had just gotten in from coaching soccer practice. She grabbed some water from the fridge and noticed a blinking red light on her answering machine from across the room. Something in her knew it was Addison. It had to be. Well, technically it could easily be her mother with an update and a million questions. Or her dad telling her to not freak out at her mother’s latest voicemail. But something in her gut told her exactly who it was.

She wandered to the other side of her apartment and pressed play. She collapsed on to the couch and laid her head back. She hated hearing that Addison was having a rough day, but she’d be lying if she said it didn’t make her smile that the younger woman called to tell her about it. She checked the time and realized she’s just missed her and Addie would be off studying somewhere. But she decided to call anyways, picking up the phone base and walking around in circles.

“Red, hey. It’s Teddy. You’re never bothering me. I just got in from coaching soccer practice, so you know me well. I absolutely know what that’s like. Let me guess, seemed like the people around you didn’t know their asses from their elbows? Get used to it. They’ll get weeded out or go derm though. My day was…fine. Nothing special. The captain has me up to my ears in grading so that’s what’s in store for me tonight. Don’t stay up too late. Or if you do, give me a call. I’ll probably be up. Thanks for calling me. Call anytime. Talk to you soon.”

She hung up and flopped back on the couch again. Putting the phone back down, she smirked slowly. “She actually used the number.” She said out loud to herself, hopeful for what that meant.

When she hung up the phone, Addison had settled in for a long night of reading and note taking to be ready for the next day. She plugged her headphones into her Walkman and ignored the sounds of her neighbors. It was the best she could do in her thin-walled, one bedroom apartment. She sat on her couch with a glass of wine, notebook and highlighters in hand. Addison didn’t look up until she had finished reading the chapter. It was late now and she needed to eat something before she forced herself to climb into bed and get at least a couple hours of sleep. The pressure to conform to the plan Bizzy and Captain had built for her was difficult at times, but she didn’t have much of a choice. So, she slept when she could, ate whatever she could whenever she managed to, and kept her nose in her books.

After eating something left over from a previous takeout she ordered, she got ready for bed when she noticed her answering machine blinking. Had Teddy really answered her? Addison had thought for sure that she was annoying the blonde with her venting; surely she had more important things to do than listen to an undergrad complain about group projects. The blinking light got the better of her and she tapped the button to play it.

Call anytime, Addison couldn’t help the small smile and blush that brushed over her cheeks. Teddy didn’t mind that she called, in fact, she liked that she had. It was a different kind of feeling, one she hadn’t had before. Part of her wanted to immediately call her back and tell her that she’d tell the Captain to grade his own damn assignments. But another part of her worried that she was going to push too hard; that she’d scare Teddy away. Addison pushed the thought out of her head but still went to bed anyway, telling herself that she’d call again the next day.

The next day turned into the next week though as Addison entered the midterm exams. She’d been swamped with papers, discussions, homework, projects, and anything else required in classes. She couldn’t remember the last time she had slept more than three hours or spent more time in her apartment than she did the library or office hours with professors. When it was finally over and she returned home from her last exam, she picked up the phone and called Teddy.

“Teddy, hi, I’m sorry it took me so long. I just got done with all of my midterms. Six classes with six exams is…it’s no joke. I’m just hoping I put in enough study time to have passed them. Usually, I can tell by the middle of the semester when I’ve hit my stride but this time…classes are hard this year. I know that I know the material, but I don’t know if that’s enough. Professors are usually pretty helpful and lenient with students that regularly show up to office hours. This time seemed different though. I think I might actually be nervous to see how my grades turn out. I don’t even know what will happen if they’re not what Captain and Bizzy want to see, I haven’t ever had that happen. Her fingers played with the throw blanket on her couch as her anxiety started to overrun. Okay, I’m going to go find something to eat and maybe take a nap or something before I become certifiably insane. I hope classes, and exams if you’re on the same timeline as me, are going well.”

Addison hung up the phone and threw herself onto her bed. It wasn’t long until she was asleep.

#teddyaltmancardiogoddess #t: the voicemails saga #v: don't say you love me if you're going to leave me

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mint-yooxgi · 3 years ago

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Hii can I req nerdy yn innocently ask yan fuckboy!atz member of ur choice (who is also a childhood friend) ways to relief stress after getting a bad grade on their test? def suggestive or a lil nsfw? (tysm!!)

Ever since the beginning of university, you had gotten used to being asked a single question over and over again: why are you still friends with San? His reputation more than preceded him, considering he's the 'it' boy on campus which everyone wants to sleep with, if he hasn't already slept with them.

You've lost friends this way, certain girls either getting jealous over you for some reason, or not being able to handle the fact that he seems to drop them all the very next day, leaving them wondering what they did wrong. Of course, it was nothing personal to him. None of them were ever you.

Only, you never seemed to fall for his charms. No matter what he does, you either laugh off his advances or ignore them completely. He thought showing you how easily he could be with someone else would make you jealous, but that never worked. Then, he thought this would be the perfect way to demonstrate how well he could please another person, which would make you start to wonder how he would go about pleasing you. Only, you never seemed to care, simply focussing on your studies, or much worse. Other people.

Any time your attention was on a potential crush of yours, San would go insane. Why couldn't that be him? Couldn't you see that he really only cares about you? Luckily, he always seemed to manage to pull you apart from any other potential 'suitors' as he would call them. They're all pussies, anyways. One hint of him and his reputation being associated with you and they wouldn't want anything else to do with you.

At least he'd get to comfort you over it, even if seeing you this worked up and upset over another person made him even crazier. You should focus on him and only him.

Which is exactly what leads him to this moment right here with you.

Opening up his door to his apartment, he was greeted with your tired face. You looked visibly upset - tense - but upset. In the back of his mind, he wonders who it could be about this time. Never would he expected the next words to come out of your mouth.

"I flunked my physics midterm." You sigh, walking past him and into his apartment. "Now, I'm probably going to have to retake the course."

Letting the front door shut, San offers you a concerned look, "I'm sure it wasn't that bad."

"No, San," there you go, saying his name all breathlessly again - the way he loves so much, "you don't understand. I failed."

"Uh," he doesn't quite know how to respond to you, but he follows you all the way to his bedroom just to watch you flop face first into his comforter. Thank fuck he changed his sheets today. "That's not good. I'm sorry to hear that."

"No shit." You huff, turning your head to look at him as he sits on the edge of the mattress beside you. "I feel like an idiot."

"You're not an idiot," he places a comforting hand on your shoulder. "You're, like, the smartest person I know. Don't let a number on a piece of paper define who you are."

"Thanks, Sannie," you grin at him, and though it's a little tense, it still makes his heart flutter in his chest. That is, until he hears your next words. "You don't happen to know of any good ways to relieve stress, do you? I'm open to any suggestions."

San blinks, his mouth running dry. Of course he can think of about a dozen things he could do with you to help 'relieve stress', and you wouldn't even have to lift a damn finger. Just let him please you, in any and every way he can, and he'll show you all the ways in which he'd be so good for you.

"Uh," he swallows, "well, you could try and distract yourself with something."

Or someone. Maybe him? Fuck, he wouldn't mind you using him to get yourself off. He'd do anything you wanted him to, especially if it meant he got to touch you like he's always dreamed about.

"Like what?" The way you tilt your head so innocently at him as you turn onto your side makes him think you're doing this on purpose. You have to know the effect you have on him, the effect you've always had on him.

"You could watch a movie or something?" He suggests, attempting to keep his breathing under control.

"Tried that," you hum. "Didn't work."

"Read a book?" He quirks a brow, his hands now tightly holding onto one another in his lap to try and ground himself right now.

"Can't concentrate." You shake your head.

Huh, kinda like him right now. How can you expect him to concentrate, though, when your lips are right there practically begging for him to claim with his own?

"Listen to music or go clubbing?" He shrugs, averting his gaze before he can be consumed by his thoughts for you once more.

"You know I'm not the clubbing type." You reply, sitting up slightly to lean on your one hand for support. "Besides, there's always those people that try and get something out of it, and all the power to them, but I'm not the type for one-night-stands."

Before he can stop himself, he's turning to meet your gaze once more, "so you wouldn't fuck someone to relieve some stress?"

"Eh," you make a face, nose scrunching slightly in displeasure, "it's not that I wouldn't, I'd just prefer not fucking a stranger. I don't really like hooking up with someone I don't know, I'd rather fuck with someone I trust than a complete stranger."

San cannot keep the smirk from tugging at the corner of his lips. "Someone you trust, huh?"

Unfortunately for him, it appears as if you're now caught off in your own little world, your brow furrowed as you look at your hand resting on his bed.

"Maybe I should hit up Wooyoung again." Even though you say it more to yourself, San hears you perfectly clear.

His nostrils flare. "Wooyoung?"

He didn't even know you've fucked Wooyoung before, neither of you told him. The mental image alone of another man touching you, let alone his best friend at that, has his blood boiling. You should be coming to him when you need release, not someone else. San is always more than willing to please you in any and every way he can.

You're his, not someone else's.

"Yeah," you nod, almost absentmindedly, until you're coming back to reality. Then, you seem to realize what you've said, a chuckle leaving your lips in slight embarrassment in the next second. "It wasn't that long ago actually, and he wasn't selfish about it, if you know what I mean. He did this thing with his tongue-"

"Why would you go to him when you have me?" He cuts you off, voice practically startling you with how low it's become, a dark look swirling behind his eyes.

"Excuse me?" You tilt your head slightly, watching your best friend carefully. "Don't tell me you're the only one that gets to talk about your various sexcapades here."

When San looks up to meet your gaze once more, your breath hitches in your throat. Never have you seen him look at you with such intensity in his eyes; that darkness swirling behind his irises full of jealousy and desire.

"None of them ever meant anything to me. None of them were ever you." His honest words have your breath catching in your throat. A fact in which makes his smirk widen.

In a flash, he grabs your wrist, pulling you down onto the bed so he can trap your body beneath his as he leans over you, arms on either side of your head. Leaning in, his nose brushes against the skin of your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine as his lips come to rest right below your ear.

"I've always wanted you. You, and only you." He breathes out, voice rumbling out from his chest and causing another hitch in your breath. He pulls you closer, moving to rest his forehead against yours as he stares deeply into your eyes. "You don't need him. You have me."

#ask #yandere san #san drabble #yandere ateez #ateez drabble #drabbles

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supraveng · 3 years ago

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Quarantine together

Summary: (friends to lovers...college au).....Sam takes care of you while you are sick and feelings are exposed

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader (no description)

Requested: YES! This is the first time I’ve actually written a request, but the wonderful @swiftlymoniquesblog is sick and in need for some handsome Sam Winchester comfort

Warnings: FLUFF, Sam being sweet and comforting, talks of COVID

Main masterlist graphics by @firefly-graphics

Why? That was the only thing you could think. Why did you decide to go to law school? You knew it would be hard, but this…this was insane.

You were so tired, more tired than usual and now you were running late to your study session with Sam. Without whom you know you would be failing most if not all your case studies.

But now, you were cursing yourself for being late, you hated waiting on people and loathed yourself for doing this to him. Making your way over to your study room in the library, Sam was already there.

“I am so sorry I’m late, I’m feeling a little off lately, not that that is a good excuse, but I am really sorry you were waiting on me and i didn’t even bother to text you that I was running late….mainly because my phone is somewhere in the bottom of my bag, but I’m really sorry” looking at Sam, he just smiled making you want to melt on the spot.

“Its ok, I was running late too, the line at the coffee cart was ridiculous, I’ve only been here a minute, don’t stress” he patted the chair next to him and handed you a coffee.

“You are a lifesaver!” you hugged Sam quickly before hopping into your seat and taking a large whiff from the cup.

You sighed, “I must be coming down with something, I can’t even smell it” almost whining. Taking a tentative sip, not wanting to burn your mouth, you thought it tasted off but wasn’t sure, so you took a larger sip. You can get sick, you didn’t have time for this.

“What did you get me? It doesn’t taste like the usual” you asked Sam, hoping it was the coffee cart's mistake and not something wrong with you and your taste buds.

Sam looked a little confused, “it’s still your Red Eye with almond milk, but they were out of hazelnut syrup so it’s just regular sugar” His response did not reassure you at all.

The fact that it barely tasted like coffee made you concerned and you didn’t want to think about what that actually meant. Smiling at Sam you opened your laptop and tried to focus on the screen.

“Ok, do you have your notes from last week? I think the midterm will probably focus on the case study were discussed, it seemed more complicated than the previous ones”.

“Hold on for a second ok, are you sure you are feeling ok? You look a little flushed, do you want to take your jacket off?” Sam motioned to your coat but you shook your head.

“No, I’m feeling fine, just a little cold, a bit tired. I might be getting a cold or something, maybe I should sit on the other side of the table….I don’t want you getting sick.” you stated as you started to move around, only for Sam to reach out and grab your forearm.

“Slow down for a minute, your symptoms sound like” but you interrupted him before he could go on.

“Don’t! Don’t say it Sam” you whined knowing exactly what he was thinking. “It can’t be that! We have midterms next week, I can’t be quarantined!”

You immediately felt guilty for the way you spoke to him, you were frustrated and didn’t mean it. “I know what you are thinking, and it’s crap timing but your health is more important than midterms.”

Knowing he was right, you weren’t sure what you should do, but you also knew you didn’t want to get him sick.

Feeling defeated, you looked up at Sam “I’m going back to my apartment, and we can facetime our study session, ok?”

He was too good of a friend to let you go that easily, “I have a counter offer….how about I walk you to the clinic? That way, if it is that the nurse can notify your professors of the quarantine so you can be rescheduled for your midterms”

By the sound of his voice you could tell he wasn’t going to let you back out of his plan, so you mumbled a simple thank you as you grabbed your stuff and headed towards the clinic.

“Thank you for walking me, but I don’t want to get you sick” looking up at Sam, trying to convey how sorry you were for causing a disruption in his day.

“Quit worrying about me, I’m fine, but if it will make you feel better, I’ll test too, just in case” he smiled and held the door to the clinic open for you. Always the gentleman.

Waiting for the test results was only 15 minutes but felt like hours, you didn’t want to test positive, but it would make sense about how you’ve been feeling lately.

Finding out you had COVID was supposed to be a relief, but discovering that Sam had it too made you sick knowing you were the one that probably gave it to him since he had no symptoms.

“Go get some rest and I’ll check in on you later, ok? I’ll send you my class notes after you take a nap” Sam’s smile was the only thing you wanted to look at for the rest of the day, he always made you feel better.

“Thanks Sam” you leaned in for a quick hug before heading to your car and back home.

The hot shower helped your sore muscles a little but you really just wanted to sleep for a week, throwing on your favorite leggings and a flannel you stole from Sam, you got in bed.

You hadn’t been sleeping long when you felt warmer all of a sudden, it was a pleasant surprise since the blankets you had didn't seem to help much. Snuggling in a little further into your pillow, you try to roll onto your back but find something heavy across your stomach.

Reaching down as you turned your head, you found Sam, sound asleep with his arm wrapped around you. You gently turned until you were facing him, your faces mere inches apart. Gosh, how did you end up with such an amazingly handsome friend? He is so sweet and caring

“Shh, I can hear you thinking, go back to sleep” he whispered without opening his eyes.

“What are you doing here? Where is your mask? You don’t have symptoms, I don’t want to make it worse for you” you whispered back, not sure what else to say or do at this point.

“We are quarantining together… I can’t let Dean get sick, and there’s no one else I'd rather be stuck with for the next week” he kissed your nose and pulled you closer before mumbling, “go back to sleep”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you nuzzled into his neck.

The next time you woke up was due to being too cold, and you realized you were alone in bed.

Sitting up, you saw Sam in your kitchen, and it looked like he was attempting to cook something.

“We already have the virus, you really want to add food poisoning to that too?” you joked as you watched his large body gracefully move around your micro kitchen.

“Haha, looks like the virus has killed your sense of humor along with your taste buds” he walked over and handed you a bowl, “It’s tomato and rice soup, my mom’s recipe, so we should survive”

“Thank you Sam, I wasn’t expecting all of this, but I’m glad you’re here” you looked up at him with all the sincerity you could. “This whole thing sucks, and I’m probably the one to blame, but I can’t imagine being stuck with anyone but you for the next week. You always make me feel better”

Sam smiled down at you, “I feel the same….not about you being the one to blame, it’s a shock we haven’t been exposed yet, but you mean so much to me, I knew I would only get through this if I was about to take care of you”

You both had stupid grins on your faces while you finished your soup and decided to turn on a movie to keep from going crazy.

Getting settled in, Sam pulled you into him and cuddled you for the entirety of the movie, his arms around you making you feel immensely better by the minute.

“So, do you think I can take you on a proper date, once this is all over?” you could hear some nervousness in Sam’s voice when he asked.

You couldn’t look at him, you weren’t sure he was actually asking or if the virus had you hallucinating, so you snuggled further into his chest before asking, “you want to date me?”

He hummed in response before kissing the top of your head “yea, I’ve been thinking about asking you for a while, but I guess I was too nervous you would say we are just friends. Dean convinced me to tell you how I feel and I’m hoping you feel the same way”

Finally looking at Sam you smirked, “how do you feel about me, Sam?”

He laughed a bit but realized, you needed to hear it as much as he needed to say it “I like you more than a friend, I think about you when I wake up and before I go to sleep. You are my favorite person in the world, and I really want to kiss you every minute of every day for the rest of my life”

Saying you were shocked would have been an understatement, you weren’t expecting all that, but it was the best thing you had heard anyone say in a really long time.

Realizing he was waiting on a response, you did the only thing you could think of and leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was soft and slow, but you poured every emotion you could into it.

Pulling back you smiled at Sam and nodded, “me too”

You both laughed and continued cuddling, “let’s get us both healthy and then we can continue on with all the romance you can handle”

“I like the sound of that”

#supernatural fanfiction #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester fluff #sam winchester college au #supernatural fandom #friends to lovers

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notnctu · 4 years ago

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backseat chronicles - n.jm | ridin’ club

━ welcome to the ridin’ club smut series

genre ➠ slow burn, smut, fluff, lil angst wordcount ➠ 8.5k details ➠ fem!reader, streetracer!jaemin, badboy!jaemin, college!au ━ where Jaemin brings you to his club races as his arm candy. warnings ➠ explicit language, overstimulation, flirty banter, pet names, softdom!jaemin, car sex, praise kink, hittin it raw (y/n on the pill), oral, daddy kink, slight corruption kink, fingering synopsis ➠ There is no reasonable explanation as to why or how you always end up in the backseat of Na Jaemin’s beloved car. Almost routinely, he picks you up around ten in the evening with the stereo blasting the raunchiest lyrics for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. The entire night remains purely friendly, a dabble of flirtatious comments because well, it’s Jaemin for fuck sakes. But all it takes is one suggestive gaze from his dark, lustful eyes and a drop in his voice that rumbles your core to have you climbing over the seats to get to the back. taglist ➠ @rabbit-doyochi ; @darkneogotmyback ; @im-lame-irl ; @p-mini ; @niniluvsmarkhyuck ; @saniahmichael ; @jaehy9ngs ; @danyxthirstae01 ; @jaehyunoos ; @pikijaemin ; @suhweo ; @yunoyeol ; @lanadreamie ; @ta3ilmoon ;

a/n ➠ hi yall its author doie❀!! thank you for over 1k notes on this series, im beyond impressed by the amount of attention this got! it really blew up and its so crazy!! i wrote this one with more of a romantic plotline i realized its too hard to keep it pwp with all the story building and characterization i have :)) it’s almost over yall! pls pls leave me feedback im sorry it took so long to write ):

While college lecture rooms are too big to interact with other students, discussion classes are there to ease the difficulty. A classroom for about twenty students from a three hundred person lecture. It’s administered by a clueless TA, who barely began his second term in graduate school.

Unlike lecture, attendance is mandatory for participation points. You show up every time without a fail, so it came as a shock to you when a certain blue haired student finally appeared from the list of absent students.

Na Jaemin. The notorious playboy with looks that kill and partakes in some illegal racing club. It’s as if every person in the room fawns over his aura, Jaemin drips with an inexplicable alluring confidence. You didn’t know anything about him besides the fact that he never shows up for class and rumors about how he’s slept with the entire cheer squad.

But he’s drawn to you like a magnet: always sitting in the available spot next to you, asking about your day before the TA arrives, developing an odd staring problem. You don’t feed much into his attention, minding your own business when he starts with his notably flirtatious greeting.

“You just take my breath away, (Y/N).” Jaemin cocks back in his seat with legs stretched wide in an overly comfortable manner. The smug smirk on his face cannot be ignored, he’s doing the absolute most to get you to pay the smallest attention to him.

“I didn’t do anything in particular to do that, Jaemin.” You respond bitterly, pulling out your notes for today’s discussion class. The TA enjoys wasting the first twenty minutes going over the past lecture slides and running through the most obvious topics.

You pay no mind to Jaemin peering over at you with the single handedly most dreamy eyes and smile --- stars shining in his dark orbs and a dazzling twinkle in his wide toothy grin.

“That’s why you’re so amazing. You do nothing and it still leaves me breathless.” His sneaky eyes examine your clothing choice for the long day. On this warm afternoon, the short tank top does nothing to hide much of your skin and the denim shorts that ride up a little too well drive Jaemin insane. And when you cross your legs together, he swallows the spit that pools in the back of his throat.

Your ears catch onto the murmurs of the rest of the class, the midterm is next week. The wretched midterm that is half of your grade dooms you, it is going to take an endless amount of completely undistracted dedicated hours of study--- “On a more serious note, can you help me with this class?”

His voice shatters your inner panic, if anything, adds to the stress that already beats down on your shoulders. You look up to glare at him, but you’re entirely taken aback by the new styling of his hair and the exposure of his tattoos.

The sweet blue cotton candied strands are ruffled lazily above his brows, messy from him constantly running his hand through them. Jaemin sits relaxed in gray sweatpants that are extremely baggy on his slender figure, hands are shoved casually into the pockets.

But what has you staring for longer is the long sleeve of tattoos that wrap around his left arm. Not that you’re surprised that Jaemin has tattoos, let alone a whole sleeve, but this is your first time seeing it as this is the first time he’s come to class without his leather jacket on. Something about the intricate lines and shadowing make Jaemin seem much cooler, almost more attractive.

When you meet his eyes, his lips curl slowly into a sly side smile and he’s practically eating you up under his gaze. He definitely knew that you were staring and what comes next out of his mouth will haunt you for it. “Like what you see, beautiful?”

“I don’t have the time to help you.” The best way out of this situation is to simply ignore it. Jaemin is overly adored and admired by many, he’ll find someone else to help him.

“Jaemin, do you want to study together?” There you go, folks. The random girl snickers with her small huddle of friends in the upper corner of the room, like a crowd of crows, they’re all waiting around for Jaemin to accept her offer so he can be easily integrated into their little group.

However, you watch how his glances bounce between you and her. The most sickly sweet, kind smile is almost too fake to consider it to be genuine. His final choice surprises you, “thank you for offering, but I only want (Y/N)...”

Your breath hitches and gets caught in your throat as you hope for him to finish his sentence, the drumming of your heart distracting you even more. Jaemin wants you? While the thought is flattering, it puzzles you greatly.

“... to help me with my studies.” Jaemin finishes his sentence after a rather long pause, his eyes finally resting upon your figure shying away and finding any way to seem uninterested in the conversation. “Is that going to be okay, (Y/N)?”

“What do I get out of it?” You can’t believe that you are actually considering it. But this is a man that only wants you to help him. Jaemin is an impossible, yet charming man and whatever comfortable attire he is wearing today is really aiding in his request.

He lights up, ears perked up and eyes attentive. His hands fold together on the empty desk, leaning forward towards you. “Dates with me.”

Rolling your eyes, you groan slightly at the arrogant answer. “I don’t care about that. I want something that benefits me.”

“I’ll make sure you’re well fed.” There is a tiny plea in his tone, a remarkable shift from his cool aura. “What do you want? I’ll give it to you.”

“I guess I can’t turn down free food…” there is a hang in your sentence as you contemplate what chaos you’re about to dive into and what life changes are about to be explored with Jaemin.

“Before you agree,” Jaemin chuckles, “there’s one more thing I’d like you to do for me.”

You’re quick to shoot a daggering glare at the overly enthusiastic boy, “why do I suddenly owe you favors?”

“Because I say so.” He deadpans, a chill running down your spine at the deep dip in his octave. The playfulness that was present all this time suddenly vanished, a serious look that intimidates you, but sexy enough to where it erupts something in your core. He blinks at you with dark clouded eyes and you nervously anticipate what he is going to ask next of you.

“Accompany me to my races.” He speaks lowly as if he’s afraid of someone else eavesdropping in the conversation.

Here’s your issue with that request: you’ve never really been part of that scene. You’ve lived pretty mundanely, even in college. It’s simple, you like to stay within the boundaries of what you enjoy to do and what you have to do. But you’re always open minded and willing to try something to determine whether or not you’re fond of it.

Partying and drinking copious amounts of alcohol weren’t your favorite things to do, especially to the point of forgetting your nights. You wanted to remember your nights as much as you do your days. The youth isn’t here for long, why waste them by blacking out in the middle of a large party? Also, whoever said that alcohol goes down smooth is a blatant liar.

Illegal racing could possibly be an extension of people who participate in those things, which is fine, but does place a crippling fear of coming off too boring or unrelatable inside your nervous system. But just because you don’t do those things doesn’t mean that you’re not as cool, right?

Since when was your status based nonsensically on how often you spend your nights in socializing crowds full of sweaty bodies and how much cheap booze you can drink? It had to be all in your head --- you’re just dreading any awkward socializing with people who race cars when it’s absolutely illegal.

“Why me?” It’s a genuine answer, possibly stemming from your insecurities of not being on the same level of charm as Jaemin exudes. You’re not a fool, you’re well aware of the many different people he comes across on campus so, why you?

Jaemin doesn’t hesitate to answer, “why not you? You’re just my type. Hot and smart. Cute and a little shy. The greatest duality, if you ask me.” His words seem so genuine that it has you believing these things about yourself as well.

Nonetheless, you’re taken aback by his observations and his choice of descriptions. “We’ve barely ever talked. How can you say these things so confidently about me?”

Jaemin slightly pulls your chair closer to his own and you yelp in response to the sudden movement and lack of space that separates the two of you. He leans into you, breath hot on your skin and obvious eyes darting between your shocked ones and pretty lips.

“So let’s get to know each other. I can already tell that it’ll just make me fall for you even more.” His finger lightly traces your jaw, stopping at your chin to give it a small lift to meet his focus. Jaemin loves how you squirm underneath his intensity, you’re too cute to let go. “Plus, my boys will love you. I’m sure of it.”

The TA rushes in quickly and is utterly distressed from the traffic that had pushed back his schedule. “Sorry, I’m late everyone.” He rummages through his things to find his notes, but groans to see that the monitor of the computer is off. It’s going to take him another ten minutes to input all his credentials.

But your attention doesn’t stray from Jaemin, especially with his delicate touch at the bottom of your chin. His gentle smile enacts nothing but a soft love, and a peak of interest. Na Jaemin, the one and only. He’s like an adventure waiting to be explored, an open bottle of fun for you to take a sip.

“What would I have to do?” Your voice comes out shaky.

“Just be there as your pretty self.” Jaemin comes off as the type to always have women around him, “you’ll be my lucky charm. For some reason, I always feel better around you.”

The escalation of this conversation is possibly more action you’ve had to handle in the last two years. Jaemin drops your chin and falls back into his own seat with his arms crossed. He is about to turn your life upside down and whether that be a good or bad thing, you don’t mind. You’re excited for the new thrills that come with being by Na Jaemin’s side.

Jaemin’s hot hands lift your shirt quickly, throwing it towards the front seat of his car. His lips return to your soft neck, nibbling at your skin tenderly and with love bites that will remind you of his gentle touches. The streetlamps outside flicker impatiently as you feel the eagerness soaking your panties and he lifts you up to take them off.

“My sweet girl,” his voice is light and airy that it becomes almost lost in the heat of the car. “You’re excited tonight. Did you miss me?” The devilish smirk can be felt upon your collarbones.

“Yes, I haven’t seen you for almost five days.” A peculiar whine settles in your pout and Jaemin’s low growl sends shivers down your spine. The only barrier are his own tight jeans and your hands are fast at unbuckling his belt. Jaemin relaxes back, forearms resting on your soft thighs and watching the neediness in your expression and the speed of your hands. He smiles to himself seeing you this way, wanting him so badly that you can’t wait to get him out of his jeans.

Throughout the two months that you and Jaemin finally became well acquainted, he’s fallen inexplicably into your trance. His friends made it very clear to you that he doesn’t keep the same girl around for more than a few weeks. But he’s brought you to almost every race so far and despite the initial shock of your appearance after the third time, you didn’t let the passing comments phase you.

Why he hasn’t replaced you is unknown and truthfully, there is no reasonable explanation how you always wind up in the backseat of his car by the end of the night. It’s become part of your routine. Jaemin picks you up around ten in the evening with raunchy lyrics blasting out of his personalized car for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. More often than not, Jaemin has food ready for you to devour and a cozy blanket for your exposed legs.

You’ve learned a bit more about him through your backseat chronicles. Jaemin is possibly one of the only people in your life with a heart bigger than his own body, while also being as carefree as he can. Oddly enough, he cares about you as his friend and as his companion. Not to mention the ridiculous, yet endearing nickname, “Lucky Charm”, that he has coined upon you.

Jaemin has been the best adventure you’ve had in ages. While he takes you on intoxicating thrill rides on the leather of his back seats, every street race has been more than unforgettable. He shares one of the same values as you --- wanting to remember the present. You both know that you’ll remember each other enough for it to transcend into your next lives.

You have him to thank for your youthful experiences, to learn and dive into this new found world of mischief under his care. Jaemin treats you extraordinarily well, he’d never hurt a soul. He showers you in appraisal and carefulness, he’s attentive to your behavior and remembers your favorite things. And he reminds you almost every time you see him that he’s so grateful to have you in his life.

“Have you been touching yourself?” Jaemin’s bold question catches you off guard as it causes your hands to shyly hover over his unzipped jeans. When you glance up at him with soft innocent eyes, as if you’re guilty of a crime and wish to beg for forgiveness, his facial expression is serious and intimidating.

“Continue, baby. You can be honest with me. Daddy isn’t going to punish you if you did.” His tone is sweet and light, but his eyes are dark and piercing. His lips are drawn tightly into a thin line, no curve in sight.

His finger grazes down your cheek gently as he admires your slightly parted lips and the way your eyelashes dance every time you blink. However, his other hand urges you to continue your previous action of getting him out of his restrictive jeans.

You nod, while rubbing his erection through his gray briefs that hug him so tightly. There’s a sharp intake of breath when you pull the waistband of his underwear down and his cock stands against his lower abdomen. “Do you think of me when you do?” His voice gets caught in his throat when you take him in your warm hand.

“Always.” You kiss his jawline and fix your position above his dick. Your slick pussy presses down against his shaft, coating it in your juices and rubbing his tip to your clit for a delicious sensation. Jaemin groans, his gaze dipping between your lower bodies and back to your face.

“My sweet (Y/N) thinks about her daddy fucking her senseless while she touches herself.” Jaemin chuckles darkly, grinding his hips harder against you. There is a shift in the atmosphere as he grips your hips and slowly enters your dripping hole. “That’s cute, baby.”

You hold onto his shoulders as his raw dick fills you to the brim, stretching you out like past nights. Gasps leave your body when he starts pulling all the way out to only have you sink back down. “Daddy, please just fuck me.”

Jaemin picks up his speed, knowing that you have a quiz due at midnight that you scolded him for forgetting earlier. The grip on his shoulders tighten as this man navigates your body all too well. He knows you like the back of his hand, fucking the spot that causes your body to lose control.

One of his favorite sights in the world is the view of your lips parted open with loud whimpers falling effortlessly. Your eyes roll back into your skull as his hips roll deeper into your walls, the tip hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“You’re always the best girl for me, aren’t you?” His hand wraps around your neck when you throw your head back, choking you lightly and your walls grip around his shaft. “I know you’re close. Cum on my dick, baby. Be a good girl.”

Jaemin’s tattoos shine under the moonlight when you peer down at him. His hooded eyes are intoxicated by the pure image of your fucked out body and he’s truly in love. “My good girl, come on baby.” He continues to encourage, his other hand giving you a smack on your ass when he drills mercilessly into you.

The familiar bubbling occupy your lower half and the feeling of release unravels all so suddenly. You fall forward, Jaemin lets go of your neck to hold your limp body close to him, your head on his shoulder as your orgasm overtakes you. He grinds his hips into you to prolong your shaking climax, cooing sweet nothings in your ear as his other hand takes a whole handful of ass to squeeze.

He bottoms out, filling you up to the rim to cum deep inside of you. Jaemin moans loudly, his cum spilling all over your walls. You two sit like that until he grows soft, pampering your temples with gentle kisses. Jaemin remembers to take care of you, no matter what.

While you’re in his arms, he reaches for sanitary wipes in the side compartments. He lifts your hips slowly to pull out and you sigh at the emptiness. Gently, he swipes at the dripping cum from your pussy and makes sure that you’re all cleaned up before getting dressed.

“So, you want to tell me why you’ve been MIA for the past five days?” Rolling your eyes, you pull up your panties and fix the last decency of your hair.

“Car meets that are too far for me to take you.” His thumb rubs your chin lovingly and Jaemin’s eyes are so bright and mesmerizing, you find that it’s hard to look him in the eye at times.

“Not because you’ve been hooking up with other girls?” There is a tinge of sarcasm that laces your rhetorical question and though you don’t expect him to give you an actual answer, you take note of his reaction. Jaemin raises an eyebrow, clearing his throat and looking out the window away from you.

“And if I was?” Truthfully, that question hurt you more than your’s hurt him. His hand rests underneath his chin as he patiently waits for your answer. He admires the clear night sky and the rundown abandoned liquor store that stands all by itself.

“What do you want me to say?” Question after question, a stiff tension replaces the sex of the car.

“I’ll take you back now.” Jaemin crawls back to the driver’s seat, completely ignoring your confused figure. He has always been quite like this: going aloof whenever he wants to dodge something. However, it’s been happening more frequently the past times you two have been seeing each other.

The truth is simple, yet entirely complex at the same time. You and Jaemin aren’t dating, despite always going out together and him posessively introducing you to other men. You and Jaemin aren’t dating.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t stop you from growing feelings for him and you can tell that this happens too often for the attractive boy. He can’t have a fuckbuddy that won’t fall head over heels for him. But who could really blame you? Even if all this time Jaemin was pretending that he cared about you, he still pampers you like a princess; he still tells you he does.

But when it comes to discussion about advancing into something more, he hides and grows silent. This has you wondering, maybe this entire thing to him is all sex? And he can’t love you back the way you do.

No one knows his heart, not even himself. He’s never wanted to complicate his life, it’s always been about two things: racing and having fun. There is no easy way to explain it all, the thoughts that flood his mind and heart, so he chooses every way to ignore it. Overall, he’s genuinely lost. You are one source of stability in his life that he isn’t willing to let go, ever. But just because he won’t let you go, doesn’t mean that you won’t take the chance to leave when you’re fed up with him.

This has him wondering, how far can he push before he pushes you too far?

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just walk.” Tonight is unsettling, it usually doesn’t end like this. Jaemin locks the car doors and turns around to reach for your hand. “Jaemin, open the door.”

“I want you to say that you hate when I sleep with other people.” Jaemin confesses all too wildly as his hand lightly squeezes around your wrist. “And I want you to mean it.” He’s only speaking words of truth that haven’t had the time to process in his own thoughts.

“I hate when you sleep with other people.” And you do mean it. You mean it more than anything you’ve ever said to this man. Jaemin just sighs, bringing your wrist to his lips for a lasting kiss.

“Can I drive you home?” Jaemin asks softly, eyes dipping down to the leather seats and avoiding all need for eye contact.

“Yes, Jaemin.” He pulls you back into the passenger seat and drapes the soft blanket over your exposed legs. “Hopefully, I still have time to take my quiz.”

“Can I come inside?” Jaemin coolly turns his marble wheel to reverse out of the parking space, a hand resting on the shoulder of your seat as he does a double take behind him for any pedestrians, even if you two are far out in the middle of nowhere and there isn’t anyone around; Jaemin knows you have the hots for him when he does that specific move.

“What do you mean? You’ve already cum inside.”

It’s the sound of disappointment as his tongue tsks at you and he flicks lightly at your forehead. He steps on the acceleration, revving the annoying engine that roars throughout the peaceful night. The multicolored lights illuminate around his stereo and at your feet, creating the Rainbow Road right out of Mario Kart.

Jaemin isn’t like the others who pay close attention to the details of his car. His motto goes, “if I like it, I’m going to have it.” Whether or not anything matches goes beyond his worries.

In some ways, his car is a mirror of his own personality --- wild and free, colorful and welcoming. And his skills as a driver? Safe, no matter how far the speedometer goes, Jaemin always makes you feel safe.

“I mean come inside your room for aftercare. You know how much I hate leaving you without a proper cuddle.” He pouts and almost immediately his cute baby tone comes out with his beg. Almost subconsciously, Jaemin lays his right palm open facing up to invite yours in. Almost routinely, you lace your hands to complete his hold. Getting Jaemin to smile has never been easier as his hold grows tighter.

“You can’t stay over tonight though. My housemates are doing some Single Girls Only house event tomorrow and it starts immediately when we wake up.” You laugh as the ridiculous words fill the air.

“And you’re participating in that?” Jaemin mindlessly asks and you’re unable to differentiate his implications from the question. Is he asking because the idea is horrendously nothing you’d like to do or he’s implying that you’re not single?

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sounding rather harsher than intended, Jaemin finally realizes how poorly he had worded his previous question. Yet, a part of him feels disappointment whirling in his chest and a desire to feel wanted by you.

“Doesn’t seem like something you’d like: wallowing in your singleness.” He chuckles, remaining lighthearted and playful.

“I really don’t.” Jaemin brings your knuckles up to his lips for a lingering kiss, his eyes darting quickly on the road ahead now that you’ve entered the metropolitan areas and his speed drops significantly to avoid getting ticketed.

“I’ll come pick you up. Instead of being single tomorrow, you’ll be on a date.” When you turn to examine his facial expression, the serious tension in his jawline and focused eyes alarm you. Your stomach twists into knots and if he couldn't already tell, your palms grow sweaty at his offer.

“That’s such a slap in the face to them.” Pulling your hand away from his, you cross your arms and lean your head against the cold window. “I don’t think I can do that to them.”

“I have a race tomorrow.” He starts, his head tilting over at you with his round gorgeous begging eyes, “at least, come to that with me.”

“Okay, but only because I want to see Haechan.” As if it wasn’t moments ago, Jaemin was the one balls deep in you and now you’re spewing enthusiasm for another man. It’s all a joke, a way for you to conceal your undying attraction for Jaemin.

You still remember the first time you met the sunshine that is Haechan and the jealousy that seeped from Jaemin’s words when he noticed the exchange of flirtation. Haechan is someone you’d knowingly gravitate towards: a man with a loud personality that just knows how to conduct every personality in the room. And at that moment, Jaemin couldn’t tell if being more observant was a good or bad thing.

Jaemin never saw himself as outgoing as his other friends, staying more kept in his own circle, but he had the confidence to fake it. He’s bold, rather impulsive and slightly narcissistic, Jaemin knows how to use his strengths very well.

However, when he saw the soft smirk on Haechan’s face and your shy mannerisms, a small tinge in his chest ignited a died out flame. He didn’t realize it before, but that was the very start of his long tumble of feelings for you.

“Do you say those things to purposefully get me jealous?” Jaemin rests his hand on your thigh, giving it a harsh squeeze. His eyes never leave the road and his tone reverts back to his dominant tone.

“Well, are you jealous?” It’s like you two dance in circles, answer questions with a question does not stop.

And as bratty as your tone is, you don’t expect the quick “yes” that answers back and the smoldering look he gives you briefly before focusing back on the drive.

“Then good.” You huff, ready to hop out of the car after the odd, yet sensual tension. Jaemin pulls up to your house and double parks the car to lean in for a nightly goodbye kiss.

“You’re not coming in?” You try to read his facial expressions, but he hides his emotions too perfectly.

His lips curl into a smile before saying, “I think it’s better I cool off tonight.” And you mindlessly give him a peck, but he holds your face to deepen it. Through the kiss, you can feel the neediness by the way Jaemin shoves his tongue into your mouth. The taste of lust against your palette is difficult to ignore, but your academically responsible mind screams at you about your forgotten quiz.

Your hand lightly taps at his chest and he pulls away, his eyes drinking up your swollen lips. “I have a quiz, Jaemin.”

“I know, sorry. It’s just so easy to get lost in you.” Jaemin kisses your cheek once more before you exit. You smile back at him as his words have grown a strong effect on you lately. Bidding him goodbye, he wishes you sweet dreams as he patiently makes sure you’re fully inside your house.

“Is the music too loud?” Jaemin checks over at your hunched figure in the passenger seat. You’re diligently flipping through your thick textbook, a yellow highlighter in one hand and the other comfortably holding Jaemin’s.

The worst part of college is the never ending midterms that are given at any time. Studying in his car isn’t a rare sight, if anything it is more expected than you not doing anything related to your academics. But Jaemin genuinely doesn’t mind, even being mindful about his own actions to ensure an optimal studying space for you.

He really is an ideal guy. Like his first promise, he keeps you well fed and never once asks you for any monetary pay back. Jaemin adjusts the car temperature before you even step into the vehicle, knowing that you prefer wearing less clothes rather than more. Though he isn’t academically responsible, he still makes the effort to try and understand enough information to pass his classes.

The sole flaw would be the lack of open communication. It’s genuinely difficult for you to read his emotions or intentions. Jaemin always has a dazed look in his eyes whenever he looks at you, and it’s an internal fight about whether or not you’re being delusional.

“Music is fine, honey.” The mindless use of a pet name slips from your lips, but your concentration on neoliberalism and globalization doesn’t allow for you to notice.

Nevertheless, Jaemin catches on immediately to the usage. While he showers you in ridiculous nicknames, you’re not one to do so. “Honey?”

“Yes?” You answer back carelessly, not entirely actively listening to him as you highlight an important concept in your book.

“No, you called me honey.”

Looking up from your page, you blink at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. “I did?”

Jaemin chuckles and finally pulls into the overly crowded parking lot, a whole mass of fanboys cheering at the arrival of his flashy vehicle. Everyone just loves Jaemin.

This familiar scene plays like a reel --- several high beams cast light under the dark sky due to the lack of functioning street lamps, dizzy multicolored cars that blaze the tracks, and the all too distinct smell of musky cologne in the chilly air. Oh, and the wide eye admirable stares when you get out of the car.

“Hi, you’re stunning.” A bold new recruit blinks at you in complete awe and awkwardly clears his throat once he realizes his rash comment.

Jaemin raises an eyebrow at him, then at how you plan on handling the situation. You’re flattered, nonetheless, but know that Jaemin didn’t bring you here to flirt with other men. “Thank you. I hope you enjoy your membership in the Ridin’ Club.”

The gracefulness in your delicate voice has the youthful recruit swooning and subtly giddy as he runs off to join a group of others that have been eying you across the parking lot. Jaemin casually drapes his leather jacket over your exposed shoulders, knowing the temperature change is going to result in you most likely catching a cold and because you never bring a jacket despite his plea.

“The power you hold.” Jaemin winks at you before pulling you into a larger crowd to socialize with more impressionable recruits.

“Ah, so you’re (Y/N)!” The stranger is unrecognizable, but you giggle to acknowledge his confident statement. “We haven’t met before, but Jaemin was talking about you the other night at our motorcycle meet.”

Your eyes light up, as if you’ve unlocked a new fun fact of Na Jaemin. “You drive a motorcycle too?” You’re truly shocked at the talent of this man.

Jaemin snakes his arm around your lower waist to draw you closer to his side. “Yeah, but I can’t fuck you in a motorcycle, can I?”

Before the other men can comment on the obvious sexual tension that Jaemin created, he leans in to whisper into your ear. “Actually, I can, but we’ll save our decency from unwanted exposure.” His hot breath grazes against the shell of your ear and you just know where you two are going to end up tonight.

“Bro, you guys probably fuck in the backseat of his car.” One of them chimes recklessly, punching at each others’ chest playfully as if he made a decent joke.

“Why don’t you stay to find out?” Jaemin retorts and the grip on your hip becomes tighter. You’re too flustered to add much into this odd form of competitive banter, distracted by none other than the way Jaemin keeps glancing over at you with a delicious gleam in his eyes.

“So what? You don’t care about us now?” You’d know that bratty tone from anywhere as Lee Haechan pushes past everyone else to rush over to the both of you.

“Aw, are your feelings hurt?” Jaemin sticks his tongue out at his friend before cordially sharing a handshake with him.

“Just slightly.” Haechan looks over at you with a wide grin and playful eyes, “hello, my pretty girl.”

“Drop the possessives, Haechan.” Jaemin rolls his eyes with an irritable twitch on his lips.

He hates how obviously jealous he gets. It’s something too difficult for himself to control, he’s exhausted his efforts to bite his tongue whenever it comes to other people’s flirtations. The thought of someone else calling you theirs doesn’t sit well with him.

“I understand your jealousy, Jaem. If someone was flirting with (Y/N), I wouldn’t be able to stand it either.” Haechan fixes the falling jacket on your shoulders. “But she can handle herself, I know those pretty lips have a mind of their own.” His gaze drops momentarily, yet obvious enough for you to grow shy at how strong Haechan is coming off tonight.

“Stop trying to corrupt her, that’s my job.” Jaemin playfully pushes at Haechan’s chest and they both break out laughing.

“I haven’t said one thing and you’re both talking about me as if I’m not here.” Your small pout is literally the cutest thing to Jaemin. He physically has to stop himself from planting the sweetest kiss on it.

It’s blatantly clear that you’re hot stuff. You’re the perfect example of a head turner, your captivating aura has its ability to suffocate those around you. However, Jaemin has seen all sides of you, but overall finding you so entirely cute. And oddly enough, Jaemin has a knack for cute things.

“Is that (Y/N) I hear?” Huang Renjun engulfs you in a hug, showing clear affection and doesn’t mind doing so. “How did your project go?”

“It went well. You accomplish a lot when you don’t procrastinate.” Renjun gleams at your statement and if Jaemin is delusional enough, he’d probably mistaken the twinkle in his eyes for infatuation instead of admiration.

“You’re so responsible, why are you messing with Jaemin?” Renjun sighs and though his question is more of a joke, there is some truth behind his words.

Your friendship with his friends differ immensely compared to other girls who have come around. Like Jaemin had said before, his boys were going to like you and they do, a lot. Sometimes making it obvious that you’re too good for him.

Jeno comes up from the side, an unidentifiable bruise on his neck and a new cut on his brow. Lee Jeno being such a rough character, his appearance speaks well about how his day has been.

But when he lays his eyes on you, it’s as if all his pain is replaced with joy and security. “(Y/N)! I haven’t seen you in so long!” The enthusiastic boy rushes over to greet you with a warm smile.

“I’m pretty sure I was here a week ago.” You laugh, but welcome him in your arms for a tender friendly hug and pat his head out of habit.

“It’s been a week?! That’s so long.” Jeno narrows his eyes at Jaemin and flicks his forehead.

“Ow!” Jaemin exclaims while rubbing the pain away. “You act like she doesn’t go to the same school as us and therefore, can see her any time you want to.” The tone in Jaemin’s voice raises some eyebrows as they all exchange glances to each other before bursting into laughter.

“Like your jealous ass would allow for that?” Haechan remarks and Jaemin doesn’t outwardly react. However, Jaemin’s hand is squeezing you so tight that you’re more than certain he’s bothered by the comment.

“Oh, stop it. You all know I’m Team Jaemin. He does have the most wins this past month.” You only know that through Jaemin’s proud boasting, anything else in the racing world is unknown to you.

Jaemin situates you in between his legs as he slightly sits on the hood of his car. His arms wrap around your middle and chin rests on your shoulder. Public display of affection isn’t a problem for him, and you learned much earlier that Jaemin can’t keep his hands off of you.

Renjun scoffs at your whimsical fact, in absolute disbelief. “It hurts more hearing you say it. I’m getting my car upgraded, but once it’s done, I’m going to blaze his ass on the tracks.”

“Are you racing today?” Jeno asks the blue haired fellow that clings onto you like a koala.

“Yeah, against a newbie. Apparently he’s really good, so I’m not too sure I’ll win.” Jaemin mumbles into your hair.

“You say that every time, yet you win!” Renjun crosses his arms, weight shifting to his left leg as he pops his hip out. There is always a sense of competition between anyone with Renjun.

Jaemin perks up behind you and when you turn around in his arms, you’re face to face with a beaming smile. “That’s because I have you.” Eyes lock with yours, he isn’t saying that directed to Renjun. Na Jaemin has you wrapped around his pinky, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach are too hard to ignore.

“Alright, lovebirds. Get in your car and let’s start this shit.” Haechan groans and claps his hands to draw the crowd’s attention. Cupping them around his mouth, he roars into the starry night, “let’s roll!”

During the race, Jaemin’s number one priority is to keep you safe. While you’ve sat in his car for a number of times now, it’s different once the loud bang goes off and he’s hitting 100 mph. Tonight’s track is much more dangerous, with twists and turns that can have the vehicle flying weightlessly if he’s not careful.

“You trust me, right?” Jaemin has both hands on the wheel and the engine rumbling as you both anticipate the start of the race.

Spectators watch on the sidelines as if it’s the ultimate battle, but Jaemin doesn’t pay them much mind. He’s more concerned about you instead. “Of course. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You’ve proven yourself that you’re an excellent driver, so let’s win this.”

Jaemin smirks at your encouraging words, feeling a warmth spread across his chest. “I’ll tap out any time you want me to, okay?”

You nod and the initial whip of the car is so intense that you didn’t even register the sound off. It’s not your first race, but it’s been awhile since the last one. When you adjust to the pressure, the lanes in front of you cause a slight queasiness in your stomach.

It’s a two lane windy road that wraps around the mountain side and Jaemin happens to be in the outer lane. All it takes is a second of lost control and you two will hit the metal railings that guard the cliff below. Despite your inner panic, Jaemin guides you through the pooling anxiety that leaves you restless.

“(Y/N), look up and out the window. We’re coming up on the cliff side view, I’ve always wanted to bring you here.” Your eyes land on the dazzling glitter that dances on the ripples of the lake. It’s so vast, the moon high up in the sky is reflected on the water below. It’s a romantic scene of melancholy and bliss. Suddenly, you feel at peace in the middle of this high speed race.

“It’s beautiful, Jaem.” You whisper calmly and he’d reach for your hand to hold, but races take too much wheel control. And he’d turn to look at you, but races take too much concentration on the road ahead.

But throughout every obstacle, he hears the gentleness and the solidarity in your cadence in the midst of all the high stress. He, too, feels peace. He feels calm knowing that you’re simply by his side, even in the face of danger. So, he can finally admit to himself… he genuinely developed feelings for you.

Before you know it, you’re thrusted side to side from the sharp turns and the adrenaline kicks in when the other racer catches up right next to Jaemin. “Fuck,” Jaemin curses underneath his breath and steps harshly on the acceleration. “Baby, I’m going to go a bit faster so hold onto something.” He warns and your hand finds the grab handle. It’s neck and neck at this point.

Usually, you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid becoming too overwhelmed by the sights in front of you. Tonight is different, not entirely knowing why, you’re observing every element that circles around the perimeter.

The finish line is up ahead, but there is no sign that the other racer is slowing down. Then, you see it: the fatal mistake that can cost you both of your lives if you didn’t catch it. “Jaemin, watch out!” You yelp when the other car inches dangerously close, your warning allows Jaemin to make a controlled swerve away from a possible hit.

Jaemin shakes his head and tsks at the recklessness. “Now I know why he’s good. It’s foul play.” He blows his bang out of his eyes and casually says, “thank you for warning me. This is why I need you by my side.”

He makes it to the finish line barely before the other, winning the race by half a second. Jaemin brakes smoothly, tire marks scrapping the concrete below, and you both exit the car to celebrate with everyone else.

But before the mass of eager shouting men make their way over to you two, Jaemin hurries to your side to pull you into a steamy, rewarding kiss. The scene is just like the movies; his hand on your lower back and yours on his chest lightly. His lips taste like triumph, like he had won more than just a simple race against a random stranger. He’s won the best person he could ever have.

You two fled the scene after cussing out the other racer. It was a rare sight to see: Jaemin being all bothered and angry, practically fuming after scrambling back into the driver’s seat. However, your mind had mischievous plans of its own and all it took was one look from his hooded eyes for you to announce that you wanted him --- badly.

Back in your usual abandoned parking lot, Jaemin pauses before following you to the back seats. With the engine off and the dead of the night being absolute silent, the tension remains thick around you two. “(Y/N),” Jaemin is about to confess something he never thought he’d admit. He turns to you sitting in the middle seat with just your panties on and a curious look on your face.

His heart burns and despite being so incredibly aroused, he controls his urges enough to be able to say, “I’m into you.”

“I know you’re into me, that’s how we ended up like this in the first place.” You giggle cluelessly to his words, still not understanding the odd shift in mood and intentions. It’s always his unclear, messy intentions.

Though he can’t entirely figure out his puzzle pieces, he has plenty to connect the dots. “I like you. I want to be in a relationship with you and call you my girlfriend.”

You’re stunned. Did Jaemin just confess to you as you sit in your panties ready to fuck? This softness is different from the sides you’ve seen of him. It’s similar to a lost bunny, wandering grasslands to find a purpose. He looks so fragile, one intense stare and he’d crumble. This softness is vulnerability.

“So do it.” The boldness catches him off guard, but switches on the dominance in him. “If you want me, come show it.”

He climbs over the middle console to push you into the leather seats. “Not acting shy anymore, are you?” Practically ripping your shirt off of you, he cups your breast lightly and flicks at your nipples. Your immediate reaction results in a rush of wetness down your core.

“Before I forget,” sitting up, you share a passionate kiss that you’ve held back long enough. You give it every ounce of feeling you have for him. “If it isn’t obvious enough, I like you too.”

“It’s obvious, baby.” Kissing your nose, he wraps a hand around your throat to lightly push you back down. “But hearing you say it out loud makes me happy.” Jaemin smirks, hand still choking you gently and pampering your jawline with soft kisses.

His free hand reaches down into your dripping panties, circling your clit with your wetness. The sensation causes you to whimper for more. “Daddy, give it to me.” You wiggle in his palm, knowing that the nickname is more than effective.

“My sweet (Y/N) wants to get fucked?” Jaemin rolls your underwear off and rids himself of his own bottoms.

“Yes, please.” Through the darkness, his hard dick stands proudly. Jaemin lines himself up as he thrusts into you without another second of hesitation. He waits for you to adjust to his size, his tip barely grazing your sweet spot. “Fuck…”

“You take me so well, my pretty baby.” Jaemin starts moving his hips, slowly at first to build a rhythm. Taking your legs, he presses them into your chest to fuck you at a deeper angle. And you feel him practically in your guts, his cock pumping against your walls deliciously and bumping into your g-spot. “Do you want more of me?”

Your train of thought is in utter shambles and whatever Jaemin is saying to you barely processes. You’re overwhelmed by a pleasure that fills every system, every part of your body. To answer him, you let out an incoherent noise of approval.

Jaemin pulls your hips down while thrusting forward into you, maximizing every inch of his strokes. This single action causes you to scream and grip onto the headrest. “Who knew my sweet girl could be so fucking dirty?” Jaemin chuckles darkly, his cadence dropping several decibels. “When I first met you, I wanted to ruin you.”

All of his filthy words edge you closer to your release as he continues to repeat his previous motion. He holds your hips in place to grind into you, the feeling of his tip rubbing your walls has your eyes rolling back. “Do you want to cum, (Y/N)?”

“Yes!” You yell, the tight ball in your lower abdomen is bound to break any minute. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You beg and moan, the arch in your back lifts you from the seat of the car. Jaemin snaps his hips into you, drilling you quickly to reach your high. And you break. An euphoric cry fills the air as your walls clench around his length. You hear the extra wetness create a slick noise, but Jaemin isn’t done with you yet.

“You wanted to cum so fucking badly. I’ll reward you with one more for being such a good girl for me.” His thumb flicks at your clit and you convulse into spasms from the sensitivity. Your violently shaking legs can’t hold themselves up anymore and Jaemin rests them on his shoulders. He lines kisses along your ankle as the pleasure overtakes you.

“I don’t think I can do it.” You whine, your fingers twisting and toes curling.

“You are going to try, okay baby?” He coos, but it’s most definitely a demand. He sits back on his knees to pick up more speed, fucking endlessly into your swollen pussy and thumb rubbing fast strips against your bud.

“I’m going to snap, Jaem.” You cry, tears rimming your eyes and before you know it, a second wave hits you. Your second orgasm is ruinous and has you squirming around to regain some sense of control.

“Oh fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Jaemin slows down as your walls grip around him again, tighter this time. “I’m going to fill you up with cum,--- watch it drip out of you.” He grunts while releasing into you, his dick twitching and spraying your insides with white.

He pulls out as hot, white cum spills from your pussy. You take this moment to catch your breath and relax your legs. However, Jaemin coats his two fingers and shoves the cum back into you. “Jaemin!” You exclaim at the sudden intrusion.

He curls them into your plushy walls and finger fucks you into another oblivion. “Wait, again?” Your hands wrap around his wrist, but Jaemin moves too fast for you to catch it.

You’re a moaning mess again, louder than before. Jaemin leans down and flicks his tongue against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Your back arches automatically and a low animalistic scream rises from your throat.

He observes your body lines underneath the moonlight and the last remaining light the broken street lamps have to offer. Your face contours and you’re so far out into ecstasy that you don’t notice how intensely Jaemin watches you lose yourself.

“It feels too good!” With one last thrilling orgasm, you almost pass out and you see small stars of dizziness. He soaks up every last bit of your cathartic reaction and festers a small sense of pride that he can make you feel all this pleasure.

“Such a good girl. You’re beyond impressive, baby.” Jaemin pulls his fingers out to lick them clean and finds some wipes to help you out of your sticky situation.

“Now that you’re my girlfriend, can we cuddle at any time now? Not just as after care.” He peers up at you and the one word enacts a burning warmth to spread across your chest. That is the best nickname he can call you by.

“I think the Singles Girls Only house event is still going on, but after that, yes a million times.” You laugh and wrap your arms around him into a big loving hug.

Jaemin feels right at home. All the long years of living carelessly and wild, he’s finally found someone worth the extra mile. While Jaemin was a thriving adventure to be explored, you were his comfort to run back to.

It is through the intimacy of your backseat chronicles that Jaemin was able to fall deeper for you. You’re his lucky charm, for some reason, he always feels better around you.

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