@insearchofparmos I just wanted to do a little something for you my love❤️ We’ve been together for 10months and god this has been the most perfect months of my entire life, I’ve never been so happier, 10 months ago when I’ve met you I never thought that you’ll become the most important person of my life❤️ Since I’m with you my life has been filled with joy the laugh we share, the love that we share is so special to my eyes☺️ I’m conscious that I’m not the perfect girlfriend, I know that I can be annoying and many others things but in the end, I love you and I need you ❤️ I need you like the sun needs the moon, I need you like a heart needs a beat, I need you because you’re my half, you illuminate my life ❤️ You complete me❤️ Daniel, I want to be with you forever and ever, you’re my love, my life, my universe, my soulmate, my everything and I love you more than anything in the world ☺❤️ (Gros câlinous et gros zoub-zoub😚)
❝ it’s not that bad. you’re still as handsome as ever, you just need to make it a little tighter. ❞ a soft laugh with a shake of the head following, taking a step to the other as fingers gently grasp the tie, adjusting the knot to straighten it out. ❝ see ?? ❞ @hcmanismscontinued
Y/N/N- your nickname (Idk if that is what people use but i just put that there incase anyone get confused)
A/N: So I have been kind of thinking bout this for a while and this is my first fic so please try to be nice. I love dirty talking Stiles just as much as the next reader and I understand that the real way Stiles loses his v card was in Eichen house, but I kind if wanted to do a more funny, realistic version of Stiles and the reader’s first time so like Stiles obviously isn’y gonna talk dirty the first time he has sex. I am going to start taking requests now. A massive thanks to @dumbass-stilinski and @writing-obrien for looking and editing a lot of this. Sorry for being a pain and I really appreciate it. I also want to write more fics but I have no idea what to write about so requests would be great. I already have begun a mini series. Okay, sorry for the long note I’m done now, Enjoy.
As soon as I became part of the pack, even before that, when Scott introduced me to Stiles in freshman year, there was a connection. We literally had eye sex for a solid 15 seconds before I heard his quiet, gravelly voice.
“Hi. Y/N, right?”
“Yeah aha, nice to meet you, Stiles.” I put my hand out for a handshake in an attempt to be polite. He returned the favour by grabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips, which sent a confusing shiver through me as he quickly pulled away.
“I am so sorry, I don’t know why I did that. Uhh anyway, Scott has been saying nothing but good things about you. I even looked on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and-wow what a disaster, this is the worst first impression I have ever made in my life. I’m gonna go before I make a fool of myself. I’ll see you at lacrosse practice Scott. It was really nice to meet you, Y/N.”
Just as Stiles disappeared from the hallway, Scott said, “Wow, I have never seen Stiles so nervous and awkward. I mean, Stiles is socially awkward but that was a whole new level.”
“No that wasn’t even bad, I made it so awkward when I just stared at him for like a thousand hours without saying hello.”
“Y/N it’s fine. It’s not the last time you are going to talk to him. And when you hang out with him, it will be with the pack, which I will introduce you too at lacrosse practice. See you then?”
I nodded. When I thought I heard the last of Scott, he quickly turned around and whispered. “Oh and by the way, I was with Stiles when he was on your Facebook and trust me, he was really impressed with what he saw.”
That was two years ago; and I am still waiting for my two year crush, Stiles Stilinski to make a move. I always knew from the moment he placed his lips on my hand, we had a connection, and more than just a friendly one. We always hang out, but it’s never just us two. It can’t be because I literally have no social skills, especially with the opposite gender. I mean, Stiles is awkward with few social skills, but I was way worse. I can’t even focus when he is within five steps of me, he intimidates me, but it’s because he has no idea. Everyone in the pack knew how we felt about each other that even chemosignals weren’t obvious enough. There just was and is no time to do anything because we are always so busy keeping Beacon Hills safe.
I woke up on Monday and looked at the time, oh shit! I woke up at 7:30 am and a) not only did I sleep through my alarm, but my bus was coming at 7:45. I fell out of bed, ran downstairs, ate some cereal, brushed my teeth, grabbed my backpack and dashed out of the house to the bus stop.
I sprinted around the corner and saw the bus driving away from my stop. I finally stopped running and took a second, putting my hands on my head, breathing in and screaming. This has only happened to me nearly every day this term, and it’s only first term. The only way I can get to school is to walk.
I walked surprisingly quickly to make up time, as it takes forever to get to school this way.
“Miss the bus again Y/N/N?”
I turn around to see a blue jeep. Roscoe. Shit, it was Stiles stopping to talk, to me? ‘Okay just act cool.’ I said in my head.
“Yeah, how’d you know?” After I said that, I mentally face palm myself. Obviously he is literally seeing me walk to school instead of catching the bus.
“And I see you are going for the pyjama look today,” I was puzzled and confused with what he said when suddenly, I look down and my cheeks turned instantly red. I was getting ready so quickly, I forgot to put on clothes. I felt my insides fill up with embarrassment and humiliation. “If you want, I can drive you back home so you can change your clothes and then drive you to school.” I felt the insides of my stomach fill with butterflies. “I mean that’s only if you want to like not like you’re my girlfriend or anything and like I’m not your boyfrie-”
“Uh yeah, Stiles, thanks, that would be very helpful.” I ran to the car, maybe too fast, and Stiles did a u-turn to go back to my house.
The car ride was silent, a little uncomfortably so, until Stiles broke it. “Do you want me to turn up the radio?” His voice was a little shaky.
“Yeah sure.” I reply really quickly, making myself cringe.
For the first 30 seconds, it was just talking but then, one of my favourite songs came on: Baby got back by Sir-Mix-A-Lot.
Oh my god Becky, look at her butt
“It is so big!” I yelled but quickly stopped singing as I forgot where I was: In Roscoe, STILES’ JEEP!
“Why did you stop singing?” He chuckled and shot me a smirk.
“Because it’s so embarrassing I know all the words to this song.”
“Please don’t stop singing, I have to hear this now.” He winked at me and every muscle in my body, no matter how tiny, tensed in an effort not to show how much of an effect that wink had on me.
“Okay, if you say so.” A surge of confidence that I had never felt before rushed through me as I not only picked the lyrics back up, but I also turned the music up louder so I could get into the zone. I was either impressing him or just making a complete fool out of myself.
We finally arrived at my house, I opened the door and we walked inside. He was much closer to me than usual. Before I even thought about it, I moved away, feeling uncomfortable.
“Sorry Y/N/N, didn’t mean to do that.”
“No Stiles, don’t be silly, you know me, awkward.”
He chuckled and smiled. “You are so cute like that.”
I flushed a bright pink once again, and so did he. Did he just say I am cute?
I quickly try and brush it off. “Um sorry to be a real pain, but I didn’t get to have a shower, is it okay if I do that?”
“Yeah sure no problem Y/N/N.”
“Cool, well I won’t be long, make yourself at home.”
I quickly ran upstairs to the bathroom.
I didn’t think I had ever had such a quick shower in my life. Stiles Stilinski was at my house. I mean, he had been to my house before, but that was with the pack. I had only been with him when the pack was there, THE PACK WAS NOT THERE, IT WAS JUST ME BY MYSELF WITH MY CRUSH OF TWO YEARS! I wanted to be quick because I was missing out on time with him and secondly, I felt bad for making him wait. I dried myself and wrapped my hair up in my towel, leaving my body naked.
I turned to look in my wardrobe and yelled “Stiles!” to see where he was.
“I’m right here.” He quietly said, and I turned around to see him, creepily sitting on my bed, staring at me, naked, in the nude, WITH NO FUCKING CLOTHES ON! I screamed and quickly grabbed the towel from my head around my bare body.
“Oh my god Y/N I am so sorry I had no idea -”
“No Stiles, it’s fine. I’m stupid I shouldn’t have been walking around the house naked when I knew you were here. My bad, sorry.”
“Why do you always do that?”
“Do what Stiles?”
He proceeded to walk closer to me, barely an inch separating our faces. “Apologise for being yourself. You did it just then, when I accidentally walked too close to you. It’s not your fault.”
We stayed in that moment for what seemed like forever but in reality it was only for a minute.
“Can I please kiss you?” You never thought those words would come out of his mouth.
“I’ve been waiting two years for that.” I said, not realising how desperate that came off.
“Oh really? Wow okay um, I literally had uh no clue, I mean well yes I did coz Scott kinda told me, and so did Lydia, and Liam, and Kira, Allison, Mason, okay pretty much everyone in the pack told me, um yeah.” Once again, your face flushed with many rosey tones of pink.
“Okay um, so are we gonna kiss?” You said with a low, croaky voice.
“Oh yeah, right. Okay, here we go.” He said.
We both leaned it so we met at 50/50. Our lips glide together in perfect synchronization. He moved his hands to the lowest part of my back, just above my only towel covered ass. I quickly squirmed and pulled away from him.
“Oh my god Y/N did I do something wrong?” The concern coming from his fiery amber eyes made my heart melt.
“No, it’s not you. It’s just, this is so embarrassing. I mean like I’ve had my first kiss and stuff, which was horrible by the way, but like I’ve never really gone past that with anyone and you putting your hands on me it just makes me nervous because no one has really ever done that to me before.”
“Wow Y/N, I never would have guessed that. You are so beautiful and intelligent, any guy would be lucky to have you. I really hope this doesn’t come off insensitive but, does this mean you are a virgin?”
“Yeah, it does.” I felt so embarrassed and stupid about it. Everyone else in the pack had done it, even Liam and he is a freshman.
“No, no, Y/N/N, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I am too.” As soon as I heard him say that, I pressed my lips down on his.
Our lips once again moulded together making fireworks like the 4th of July erupt inside of me. It was an amazing feeling. A sudden surge of confidence rushed over me and I broke the kiss and pushed Stiles onto my bed.
“Y/N, what are you doing?” As soon as he finishing talking, I unwrapped the towel, leaving myself bare, completely exposed. Stiles’ eyes widened as he looked up and down my body. He quickly covered his eyes with his hands. “Oh my god Y/N you lost your towel again.” He shrieked.
“I know.” I moved closer to him and sat on his lap, “I want this Stiles, I think. Not that I know, I haven’t really done this before.”
“Me either Y/N/N, should we just see where this goes?” I nodded and reconnected my lips with his, and I felt those 4th of July fireworks erupting in me once again.
Stiles deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue into my mouth. It just felt so right. He bit my bottom lip and moved down to my neck and began to leave bright purple marks. I had no idea what to do so I put my hands in his hair and pulled, like in the movies. I heard him growl so I stopped. “Oh my god Stiles, did I hurt you?”
“No not at all, that felt really good actually.”
We moved back to the previous position and I moved slightly to maintain my balance.
“Oh my god Y/N please do that again.”
“What like this?” I moved again and realized what I was doing when I begin to feel his bulge grow against me.
I got up and layed down, pressing my back against my bed.
“Okay I have no idea what I’m doing but I’m just gonna go for it.” Stiles looked up at me and a flash of concern ran through his eyes. I gave him a nod of approval and he began to kiss me again. He then proceeded to move further down my body, blowing on the several purple marks he’d left which turned me into a quivering mess.
He reached my breasts and took one in his mouth, sucking roughly while fiddling with the other with his hand. The constant pinching, swirling and tickling caused me to let out a soft moan. He continued to drift further down, kissing my stomach lower and lower until he was just above my core. A weird feeling, like a throbbing began to build in my core.
I was deep in thought when suddenly, I felt a finger on my clit and I bucked my hips at how good it felt. “Wow” I thought to myself, “You are missing out on a lot?” He buried his face in between my thighs, causing me to moan so loud, it echoed through the whole house.
“I don’t ever think I’ve ever heard you be so loud before.” Stiles smirked, which caused me to flush and giggle. As I began to chuckle, Stiles pumped a finger into me.
“Stiles, that feels so good please don’t stop.” I strangled out those words as I felt all the muscles in my body tense up and the pit in my stomach increase.
“Fuck Y/N/N, say my name again that was so hot.”
“Stiles.” I moan as I come undone around his fingers and black spots start to blur my vision as I ride out my high.
Stiles falls down as lies next to me on my bed.
“Wow.” He says with a flabbergasted look in his face.
“Probably not that good.” He interrupts and turns to look at me and begins to play with my hair.
“Are You kidding, that was amazing. I want you to feel what I felt.” I press my lips to his for a quick short peck.
“Are you sure Y/N/N? You don’t have to just because of what I- ooh my god.” His sentence quickly changed into an exclamation as I undid the button on his khakis and pull down his boxers to reveal his massive, veiny cock. My eyes widened at the thought of fitting that whole thing into my mouth, so, I began by pumping his length up and down a few times, causing his head to roll back. Hopefully that meant he liked it.
I finally built up enough courage to put my mouth on his shaft and slowly but surely proceed further and further down and before I knew it, his whole dick was in my mouth. I begin bopping my head down faster and faster repetitively. He moaned my name several times which caused the throbbing sensation in my core rise up again. He started to twitch in my mouth and a salty liquid filled my throat and I swallowed it.
“Y/N/N as if you haven’t done this before, that was so good.” He kissed me, but quickly pulled away and asked, “Oh my god Y/N/N, is my cum still in your mouth?” The roughness of the word made me cringe.
“No Stiles, I swallowed it.”
“Oh my god Y/N/N, I can’t believe you actually swallowed it.”
“WHY ARE YOU NOT SUPPOSED TO AM I GONNA GET SICK?! GREAT HOW WILL EXPLAIN THIS TO MY PARENTS? YEAH MUM, I GOT SICK FROM SUCKING DICK!” Panic starts to fill me and just as I feel an attack come on, Stiles grabs me and pulls me into a hug. He pushes my head into his chest and grips tightly. The panic inside me immediately disappears. I feel so safe in his arms.
“No it’s perfectly normal. Scott says that most girls spit and it’s supposed to be impressive when they swallow. Not really sure why but just thought I’d give you that fact.”
I laughed and pressed my lips to his. It started off nice and slow but quickly turned into an extremely passionate rough kiss. We moved back to my bed again, Stiles lays me down on my back and he hovers over me. He began to lift his shirt up and I helped him. I took in every mole, muscle and area of bare skin on him. My hands roamed around his body as he smiled down at me.
“Y/N, are you sure you want to do this?” He looked up and flashed a look of worry, but it quickly disappeared when I replied. “I’m ready, Stiles.”
He lined his tip up with my entrance and slowly pushed into me until he filled me up all the way with his length. Both of our heads rolled back as he slowly began to pull in and out of me. He started to speed up a little, making me moan softly. I began to kiss him, tongues roaming around everywhere in each others mouths.
“Stiles, I want to try something.” I looked up at him and he had that stupid smirk on his face which I hate, but love at the same time.
“Okay sure.” I rolled us over so he is lying against the bed. I moved down so my legs were on either side of his hips. I lined my entrance up with his tip and slowly moved down onto it, earning a deep, throaty moan from Stiles, which caused me to shiver. I had never heard his voice so deep before, it was so sexy.
“That feels so fucking good Y/N/N, please don’t stop.”
I began to maintain a steady speed, but I couldn’t take it any longer, and by the looks on his face, neither could he. So I began to start moving up and down fast really fast, making myself moan ever louder than before.
“Stiles” I screamed.
“Please scream my name again, I love that.”
“Stiles! Stiles I’m so close to-”
“Me too Y/N/N don’t stop. Keep going.”
I slowly keep increasing my speed and before we know it, we both reach our peak and his liquid fills me. I sloppily fall next to him. I can’t move. I try to get up but I can’t. I freeze. Stiles begins to sit up and sees that I’m frozen.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?”
“I can’t move Stiles, like at all.”
“You are so cute. It’s normal. I think it’s from the fatigue of you know, what we just did, which was amazing by the way.” He began to blush which made me blush too.
“Yeah it was pretty fantastic, hey?” You flashed a smile at Stiles and it made him chuckle.
“So um, I’ll just put some clothes on and we can head to school?”
“Sure Y/N/N, um but before you do that, I just need to know, what are we?” A kaleidoscope of butterflies filled my stomach. I had waited for this moment for so long, I never thought it would actually happen.
“Well what do you want to be Stiles?”
“Y/N/N ever since I laid eyes on you, and I mean like in person not like when I stalked you on social media before you even came to our high school, anyway, I want you to be my girlfriend Y/N/N, will you please be my girlfriend?”
“Stiles Stilinski, you have no idea how long I have waited for you to ask me.”
He responds by pressing his lips to mine. “Let’s get to school.”
We finally arrived at school and just as we began walking up the stairs, he grabs my hand and intertwines his fingers with me. We walk through the big glass Beacon Hills high school doors and see the pack staring at us, jaws practically on the floor. We walk over to them.
“Heyy guys.” Scott winks at us.
“Hey Scott.” Stiles and I say in unison and we just laugh at each other, Stiles presses a kiss to my forehead.
“Oh my god, finally!” Lydia exclaims, “I can’t even smell chemosignals but I didn’t even need to it was so obvious and finally! Congrats guys.” Lydia raised an eyebrow and smirked at me. She was my best friend, she knew exactly what happened here.
“Anyways, first period is about to start, Stiles and I have econ so we better get going before coach yells at us. See you guys later. ”Scott beings to walk and so does Stiles, but he quickly tells Scott to wait and he comes back to me and places a quick peck on my lips, then runs back over to Scott.
Nothing else in the world mattered to me at this very moment, I had finally gotten what I wanted, to be with the love of my life, Mieczyslaw Stiles Stilinski and after waiting two agonizing, painful years, I finally got him.
do you ever wonder [if the stars shine for you?] jikook || 1.9k || warning for language || ao3
Jungkook usually just thirsts over Jimin from a distance- now he did it in front of him. Or, quite literally, on top of him.
did this for the @jiguknetworkbingo, my prompt was slide and while i could’ve gone with the ‘slide at the pool’ prompt i went a slight different direction but hey, i used the word slide, so all is well. this is straight up crack i wrote it in two hours. enjoy.
One more minute.
One more minute and Jungkook was finally, finally done with this hellish thing called a job.
Jungkook was currently sitting in the bathroom, waiting for his shift to finally end so that he could return to his dorm and while being with Taehyung, his roommate, was always mentally exhausting (Jungkook loved Taehyung, but he could be so extra at times) it was better than working a five hour shift at a restaurant.
The alarm on Jungkook’s watch beeped, telling him that it was in fact time for him to head home, head into freedom and Jungkook had never left the bathroom faster. He almost, almost went head first into the door in his excitement but he told himself to stay calm, no one saw it and he didn’t hit the iron door so all was okay.
A few steps out of the bathroom and into the chattering place, he could already see Yoongi putting on his uniform, a not so happy look on his face as he was meant to follow up Jungkook’s shift after he left. A smiling Seokjin was right next to him, probably left his spot in the kitchen to cheer him up or ask how his day went just like he did to everyone. Jungkook wasn’t sure whether Yoongi liked being questioned this much though, but Seokjin looked unaffected by the glares shot at him so he guessed it was alright.
Jungkook made his way over to his squad (Yoongi would skin him alive if he knew Jungkook called him a part of his squad just because he worked here too) with a grin on his face because nothing, absolutely nothing could beat the fact that he was done with work. Goodbye serving people, hello endless hours of call of duty and junkfood.
“Shut up.” Yoongi said as soon as Jungkook arrived, but a small smile made it’s way onto Yoongi’s face anyways.
Jungkook thought it was because of him, but he soon realized that Yoongi would never and something terrible was about to happen.
“Hoseok drove me here.” Yoongi’s smile seemed a little smug and Jungkook squinted his eyes at him, “why would I want to know what your boyfriend is up to?”
“That means he’s eating here, you brat. I suggest you look over to section three. I bet you a thousand won you won’t regret it.” Yoongi said and Jungkook turned around, his eyes scanning the area where only a few tables were taken, but he spotted Hoseok way sooner than he expected, just because a mop of orange hair sparked his interest first.
Jungkook should’ve known today was too good to be true. Life didn’t like him like this.
And lord, did he look good too. Hair fluffed up, no gel added and wait, was that eyeliner he was wearing, and holy fucking shit. Jimin was wearing a muscle shirt and while he was wearing a jacket over it, Jungkook had a radio for these kind of things, he could just feel it. Jungkook was ready to die right there, because jesus christ, Jimin looked good and he was just sitting here, sitting with Hoseok and Namjoon and he realized, this was his shot.
Jimin didn’t know Jungkook, and he’d been waiting for the perfect moment to introduce himself to the orange haired angel. Sure, his looks caught Jungkook’s attention first, but then as he saw him more often, his smile made Jungkook’s heart cry and his voice was just about perfect, and then there were the stories Yoongi and Hoseok told him about Jimin, and Jungkook was too deep in.
He didn’t know how fast to turn around, and he immediately clutched onto Yoongi’s shirt, making the older boy yelp and protest.
“Hyung, hyung, you have to let me serve their table. This is my chance, hyung.” Jungkook begged Yoongi, and he didn’t look like he was enjoying it but Jungkook knew, he fucking knew he loved everything about this.
“Well, I would actually like to serve my boyfri-” Yoongi started off, but Jungkook interrupted him. “Hyung, please. I’ll do anything, please, just let me be their waiter. I’ll buy you lamb skewers, even… Hyung, just…” Jungkook was not about to give up, hell, he’d bring out fake tears if it’d mean he got to serve that table.
“Alright, okay, jesus, kid. You get to serve their table. Just buy me the new Kanye album, and we’re good. Now go, I don’t wanna keep them waiting.” Yoongi pushed him into the direction of section three and Jungkook nodded, trying to wrap his head around the fact that it was happening. After a year of admiring Jimin from afar, he was going for it now.
Jungkook tried to think of a plan, what was he going to do, was he going to play his natural charms, go for the whole hot waiter package and pour some water over his white shirt, be ‘a cute bunny’ (Seokjin’s words, not his) or would he go for the walking meme that was him and play out his pick-up line cards?
Jungkook was still thinking about a way to steal over Park Jimin’s heart that he didn’t notice the toddler that just spilled some of his milk onto the floor and before he knew it, he was sliding over the floor, an 'oh man holy shit’ leaving his mouth before finally coming to a halt because fuck, he just fell into a booth and the worst thing was that this booth was Park Jimin’s booth, and when he said falling into a booth he meant face-forward into Park Jimin’s crotch. So much for making a good first impression.
He didn’t know how fast to scramble up from Jimin’s lap and apologies were spilling from his mouth, trying to look everywhere but at Jimin and he could hear Namjoon & Hoseok dying of laughter, while he couldn’t hear the beautiful sound of angels singing (also known as Park Jimin’s laugh) and Jungkook wanted to die. He wanted the floor to swallow him and never spit him out, because god fucking dammit, he just ruined all possible chances he could’ve had with Jimin.
So Jungkook did the only thing he knew to do, turning around and running straight back to Yoongi and Seokjin. He saw Yoongi almost dying because of laughter while Seokjin had a concerned frown on his face.
“Jungkook, oh my god, you… You just- you just went head first for his dick, couldn’t wait another second, or something? Oh my fucking god, Jeon Jungkook. Professional at giving head. I’m, I’m-” Yoongi choked on his sentence and he hiccuped, while Jungkook considered killing him before he managed to choke because fuck you, Min Yoongi.
“I’m going to hop off a cliff, fling myself out of the window, Seokjin hyung, frypan me, just do it, boil me alive, I don’t care, I need to die” Jungkook’s face was heating up because he couldn’t handle this, he couldn’t deal, and every fucking one just saw that. Everyone.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he looked up to find Yoongi pointing back at the table, “you still need to go serve them, you know.” and if Jungkook wanted to kill Yoongi before, he now wanted to skin him alive in front of his boyfriend’s eyes.
Jungkook shot Yoongi a sarcastic smile, “like hell I’m going to fucking serve-” “hey, language.” Seokjin interrupted him and Jungkook faced the eldest, “Yoongi just cursed his ass off to me, what do you mean I can’t-” “you’re only twenty, Jungkookie, you need to remain innocent for as long as you possibly can-” Seokjin started blabbing and Yoongi snorted loudly, “like he can remain innocent after the little trick he just pulled off. Look, Jungkook, you wanted it, you got it, no take backs. Go serve them before I personally drag you over there myself.”
The only reason Jungkook planted a plastic smile on his face and returned to section three again was because of the fact that if he stayed with the two of those for any longer, he was afraid that he’d grab the knives from the kitchen and planted some of them in their hearts.
As he made his way over to the table of hell, he kept that smile on his face but he was pretty sure it looked more pained than friendly. This time he did actually manage to not slip over any kind of liquid things on the floor and he let out a small breath of air when he arrived at the table.
“Hello, I’m Jungkook and I’ll be your waiter for tonight. I’m, uh, very sorry for what happened earlier. That usually doesn’t happen. I apologize.” Jungkook muttered as his eyes flashed between Hoseok’s face and the floor. He didn’t dare look at Namjoon, let alone Jimin, knowing that he was too embarrassed to face them.
“It’s alright. You did look a little.. distracted, there.” Hoseok coughed and Namjoon smirked, “distracted with staring at Jimin, that is-” but Hoseok cut him off by hitting his side, “shut the fuck up, Namjoon.”
“Jungkook, look at me,” Jimin suddenly spoke up, and Jungkook shuddered hearing his name from his lips. Sweet baby jesus, have mercy on him, do not get a boner right now, control yourself, Jeon Jungkook. Apart from that, he was curious because holy fucking shit, Jimin knew his name, what the fuck was air, christ on a stick.
So he did look up, quite curiously, “how do you know my name?” and Jimin laughed. He just laughed, holy fucking shit, help him, someone help Jungkook, he was going to die at the age of twenty.
“You literally just introduced yourself to us, waiter, remember?” Jimin grinned, and Jungkook had just embarrassed himself again. Surely this was payback for that one time he watched straight porn, it just had to be.
“Speaking about waiter, I should take your drinks. What’d you like to have?” Jungkook rushed into it, because the sooner he was gone, the less embarrassment he’d have to go through. Jimin seemed confused for a second as due why he changed the subject, but he adjusted himself.
“Coke for me will do.” Namjoon spoke up, and Hoseok followed suit, “give me that special drink Yoongi hyung brought last time. He’ll know when you ask it.” a smile on his face, and Jungkook wanted to puke because these two were so extra, dear lord.
Jungkook looked at Jimin, who seemed to be thinking about his answer and he watched as the boy looked up and smiled a sinful smile at him. “You can pick a drink for me, I’m sure you’ll think of something good.” and Jungkook nodded, his heart beating loudly in his chest because that smile should be illegal, the eyes he was getting should be illegal and- “also, Jungkook?”
Jungkook gulped, and nodded at Jimin, who seemed to notice the effect he had on Jungkook and wow, it was getting hot in here, did Seokjin turn on the heater or something, because surely this was getting ridiculous.
“Put your number with my drink too, so next time you want to actually give me head, I can call you for it.” Jimin spoke, in a drop sexy voice and then the fucker proceeded to wink at him and- did he just lick his lips too?
“Two Headlights Shine Through the Sleepless Night”
A Calum Hood one shot inspired by the lyric above from “Treacherous” by Taylor Swift
The summer night’s air was warm and wet, the humidity making your thighs stick to the leather of the passenger seat you sat in, windows open and wind wildly whipping your hair. Thumping through the stereos was a song you weren’t quite familiar with but bopped your head to the beat nonetheless, your companion’s music selection never failing to impress you. Driving at a speed you could only guess was illegal, you and Calum sped through the night like two bandits on the run; not really knowing where you’re going but believing anywhere was better than the place you’d left behind. The clock on the dash read 3:24 but time felt non-existent; like every other thing in the world was put on pause except the two of you, racing away from your problems with nothing but each other on your minds.
The beautiful landscape bathed in moonlight around you seemed to stretch on for miles, but you’d given up on looking at it in lieu of staring at the man next to you; one of his hands loosely holding the steering wheel while the other held your hand in his, resting atop of the divider between you. His eyes never failed to leave the road in front of you, but you knew his attention was still locked on you by the way his fingers drummed against the back of your hand in time to the beat of the music and squeezed your palm against his every time a particularly cheesy line was sang.