Note: yay, I hope you like this! I know it’s short and I hope that’s okay! thanks for the request! feedback is welcome .c
Request: Hi, um, can you maybe write a fluffy story about the reader who gets into a not serious car accident, like she doesn’t have to go to the hospital. But the car is totaled, and they call Bucky in a panic and he calms her down and it’s just really fluffy and cute and that would be great you’re great. - @ofmiceandmusicsworld
So maybe not trusting your gun instinct to take the shorter way to the tower wasn’t the best idea. But since when do you ever have a good idea? You wanted to see more of the city, so taking the longer way gave you that spark of adventure. Now, anyone who knows how to drive should know not to use their cellphone.
You followed that rule strictly, but it seems that some people don’t.
You were cruising down the almost empty road, making sure you only took quick glances at the scenery around you. Your fingers were lightly tapping against the wheel along to the song on your radio. A small smile was plastered on your face and you couldn’t feel calmer than you were right now.
That is until you saw a blue car driving down the opposite side of the road, halfway into your lane. You gasped and tried to swerve to the curb, but they sped up just a tad. A scream fell from your lips when you couldn’t move out of the way in time.
“NO NO! What the hell are you doing!” You yelled, coming to stop just to have the blue car crash into the front of yours. “FUCK!” You screamed, your body jerking forward and the airbag blowing out to shield your face from smacking into your wheel.
After the airbag deflated, you sat in your seat, watching your car and the other blowing smoke from the hoods. Your heart was racing and your hands started trembling. “Oh my God.” You squealed, leaning up closer to see the damage through your windshield. “Holy shit!” You spat, shakily unbuckling your seat belt and opening your door.
You watched a girl get out of her car and gasp as she looked at the two cars. “I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention!” She yelled as she saw you coming around to the front. Tears filled your eyes and you ignored the girls apology and poor excuse. “Call 911! This is your fault, you can explain!” You yelled, feeling your knees grow weak.
Grabbing your phone from your front denim jacket pocket, you speed dialed Bucky’s number. Your emotions and adrenaline were going crazy; even the realization that the accident could’ve been worse was all too real for you and you couldn’t hold it together.
“Y/N, hey!” Bucky answered on the second ring. “B-Bucky!” You sobbed, turning to look at the cars again. Bucky was alert now, listening to you. “Y/N, what happened!? Are you okay?’ He asked, his breathing almost matching yours. “I-I- some IDIOT crashed into me! My car-it’s-” You rambled out, your breaths coming out heavy and deep.
“Doll, I need you to calm down. Are you hurt? Where are you? Never mind, don’t answer. I have your location tracked on my phone. Stay there.” Bucky rushed, the sound of his car starting in the background.
You let out a sob and held your forehead, feeling a little lightheaded. “I’m fine, I just-I’m scared.” You choked, sighing heavily. You looked at the other girl and she looked just as shaken up as you. “Y/N, I can hear you breathing. You need to calm down, can you do that for me?” Bucky asked gently.
Nodding your head, you tried to control your breathing. “That’s it,” Bucky encouraged you, “Y/N, I promise you’re okay.” Bucky soothed you as you continued breathing in and out slowly.
You heard sirens approaching and your heart started racing again. “Bu-Bucky, I have to handle this. I’m okay, just please hurry.” You whimpered, holding your hand to your chest. You could feel your heart hammering against your chest.
After hanging up with Bucky, you saw an officer come over to you, his hands on his belt. “Ma'am, oh my-you’re from the Avengers!” He yelled, pointing at you. In any other situation, you would’ve smiled. But this was unprofessional. “Sorry, ma'am, I-I need to get some information from you.” He said, clearing his throat.
Twenty very slow minutes passed and you were softly crying again. Because of that girls dumb choices and pea-sized brain, your poor baby, your dream car, your well taken care of and not at all fitting to your expensive living compound car, your beautiful bright and shiny yellow Volkswagen Beetle, was being totaled. All because that little bitch couldn’t keep her hands off of her damn phone.
You were a breathless, hysteric mess again. Your heart was racing and you couldn’t even remember crashing now that you think about it. Your eyes were watery and your hands were trembling. The frantic looking girl ran over to you and gasped. “I am so sorry! Really, I am!” She said, her own breath short and labored.
“It’s alright, just please.” You held your hand up to her and shook your head, needing some more time to register everything. Bucky’s car came to a stop and he took a moment to look at the mess, his heart sinking as he looked at your distressed figure. Hearing a door shutting, you turned to see Bucky and gasped, immediately running towards him.
The road was blocked off, so you met him halfway. Bucky’s arms embraced you tightly, his metal hand cradling your head. “Are you okay?” He asked as he pulled you away to check for any injuries.
Bucky’s eyes were on yours again and you nodded gently. “I-I’m fine. The officer said she was texting and driving.” You said, rolling your eyes. Bucky looked over at the girl and his lips pressed together, his jaw clenched. “People are fucking reckless these days.” Bucky spat, his metal hand wrapping around your waist.
You sighed and shrugged your shoulders. “I can’t believe it totaled your car, Doll. But I’m so happy you’re not hurt.” Bucky said sadly, looking down at you. His hands moved to hold your face, his thumbs wiping away your tears. “I know, me too.” You whispered softly.
You sighed, leaning into Bucky. His arms held you close. “Let’s get you home.” Bucky said, kissing the top of your head. Your turned around and watched a car pick up the girl and the truck had left with the both of your cars on the back of it.
Another sigh fell from your lips and Bucky helped you into the passenger seat of his car. He got in his side and pulled away, taking you to the tower. You were still shaken up and you wanted to cuddle and watch movies. You’d have to worry about your car later.
Bucky held you close, you were in his lap and his hands were caressing your back and exposed leg. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” He whispered against your head. You turned to look at him, the movie becoming background noise as you watched Bucky’s eyes. You gave him a small smile. “I just hate that my car is messed up.” You frowned, a sigh falling from your lips.
A chuckle escaped Bucky and he shook his head. “I swear, you love that car more than you love me!” Bucky said with a smile, moving a strand of your hair behind your ear. “That’s not true!” You whined, hiding your face in Bucky’s neck. He chuckled again. “Definitely not as much as I love you.” You whispered, planting a small kiss on his pulse point.
Bucky smiled and pulled you away from him, leaning in to press his lips to yours. Your eyes fluttered closed, your hand reaching up to cup Bucky’s cheek. He pulled away with a smile and you giggled softly.
A few minutes passed and you sighed again, mindlessly playing with Bucky’s metal fingers. “Remember all the good times we had in my car?” You asked, watching Bucky roll his eyes. “Doll, we’re getting it back soon. Stop talking about it and kiss me some more.” Bucky chuckled, tackling you onto the couch, your back on the cushions.
You laughed and held him close, letting him hover above you. “Okay, okay. Come here, you.” You smiled, pulling him down by the collar of his shirt, pressing your lips to his.
Note: I’m sorry if this sucks, omg. I hope you like it, sweetie! .c
Summary: Being Childhood friends with an idol is one thing, not being an idol yourself another. Will your ordinary birthday gift be up to par with the fancy gifts his friends have given him?
Pairing: Kim Junmyeon x Reader Genre/warnings: angst, lots of fluff at the end Words: 2.2K Notes: Requested by my love @oh-beyond to celebrate Junmyeon’s birthday.
lobby of your building is oddly quiet upon your arrival. Having just endured an
arduous day at work you couldn’t be happier with the absence of yelling and
crying that usually greeted you. Treading your way into your apartment, you are
about ready to collapse on your couch when a box on the counter catches your
attention. It had completely slipped your mind that today was Junmyeon’s birthday. Looking at it now, you remembered how you
took the box out of your cupboard that morning fully intended to start making
it. However, after a call from your boss informing you that the upcoming
meeting had been advanced you scampered around your apartment to get ready on
time and forgot all about it.
Ok so this is based on that soul mates AU where your soul mate’s hair color is the colour of your eyes. Your eyes also change colour to match their hair if they dye it.
James hated his soul mate. Who even changes there hair color five times a day? To be honest, the person seemed pretty cool and James loved all the attention he got, but waking up at 2 am to have a very late midnight snack and being scared out of your skin when you look into the mirror on your way back because your eyes are suddenly a bright bubblegum pink is not so cool.
James was pretty sure he was dead when he felt someone jump on top of him. He opened an eye and Lily shrieked immediately. “Your soul mate’s a punk! Honestly, who has yellow hair?” Lily asked, laughing hysterically.
“I can’t go to your party like this! What is wrong with this person! Oh and happy birthday by the way…” James sat up, scratching his hair and yawning.
“Hah! You remembered! Don’t worry big bro your soul mate changes their hair every hour, It’ll be neon green by night! Lily said, before running away as James threw a perfectly aimed pillow at her.
“I didn’t get you a present!” James shouted after Lily as she closed the door to his bedroom behind her.
James groaned and buried is face into his pillow. He hated getting up early. And most of all he hated taking a shower.
It was a Sunday morning and he couldn’t believe he was already in the shower. 8 am was just too early. It’s Lily birthday, he thought to himself, everybody’s going to be there at the party. No, he had to look presentable.
He dried himself up with a flick of his wand and got dressed quickly. He wasn’t joking about not having a present for Lily yet. What do you even give to annoying little 16 year old girls on their birthdays?
James decided Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes would be the best choice, it was his and Lily’s favourite shop after all, he also hadn’t visited his uncles Fred and George in a while.
He apparated to Diagon Alley and was greeted by a bunch of Weasley kids.
“Hey James!” Rose waved towards him “You’re going to Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes too, aren’t you? We could all go together!”
“Sure!” James said, walking towards the the noisy little group.
Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes was tightly packed with young witches and wizards as always. James caught a glimpse of his uncle Fred demonstrating a new trick to an excited group of kids. He walked over to where the dung bombs were kept and found his uncle Sirius (technically they were his granddad’s best friends but grand uncle sounded quite weird…Sirius agreed with him) there looking way more excited than the kids uncle Fred was with. Remus was standing behind him looking defeated.
“What do you even do with dung bombs?” James asked, walking towards them with a wide grin. Sirius was his favourite uncle.
“Oh don’t ask. He drags me here every month!” Remus said, glaring at Sirius.
“You’re going to be there at the party too, right?” James asked, picking up 6 dung bombs in one hand.
“Yeah sure, we’ll be there!” Sirius and Remus said together.
“Love the turquoise eyes, James! Bet they were bright yellow just this morning.” Sirius said, winking at James and then quickly turning to Remus with a knowing smirk.
“How do you know?” James asked, he was sure they knew something he didn’t.
“Oh, forgot we said anything! We’ve got to go now! See you at the party, James!” Remus was now walking away from James, full speed, dragging Sirius behind him, who was waving at James.
James sighed. Real weird family he had…but he loved ever last one of them, even if they were total nut cases.
James knew Lily loved dung bombs and he was quite proud of her to be honest. She could be really annoying sometimes, but James and Lily got along really well. The amount of hexes Lily knew made James really proud and scared him at the same time.
It was almost time for the party, James had spent half the day brewing up a hurricane in his closet. He had finally settled on his favourite black tee which said ‘Mischief Managed’ on the front in gold. He had charmed it to work like an exact replica of the Marauder’s Map but only the person wearing it could use it. It wasn’t that useful, but James loved it. He looked into the mirror, his eyes were indeed a beautiful mix of green and blue. This he could live with.
“People are going to be here any moment now, James! - Oh hello, Scorpius!” Albus sounded really excited. James was sure he had something going on with that Malfoy kid.
James apparated downstairs, ( why walk when you can apparate, right? ) the hall looked amazing. Their mom had gone a bit overboard decorating the place. Christmas was around the corner and so Lily’s birthday party was Christmas themed. They had even bought a tree and the roof was charmed to look like the night sky with soft snowflakes falling occasionally and disappearing into thin air before falling to the floor. A bunch of mistletoe hung around every corner, and trays with cups of hot chocolate flew around the hall.
James got himself a cup and then proceeded to blast some muggle rock music, which he and Lily adored, in the highest possible volume at which the neighbours wouldn’t consider calling the police.
In half an hour the room was tightly packed with people. James went over to where his grandparents were. He found Sirius and Remus next to them. Remus was an exceptionally good dancer, he noted with a grin.
“Hey dads!” he heard someone call form behind him. As he turned around to have a look at who this person was, he felt time freeze. The person before him was just a bit taller than him, he had a beanie on but the blue-green hair peaking out from the front of it was unmistakable.
James spent the next few minutes staring at Teddy as he talked to Sirius and Remus. He had never really seen Teddy before…well, actually he might have, when they were kids, but he didn’t remember. Teddy was quite scrawny actually, but in a really cute way. He had really long lashes but James couldn’t really make out his eye colour. He so hoped that they were dark brown.
“Hey James! You haven’t met Teddy yet, right? Come over here!” Sirius was full on smirking at him now, he had one arm around Teddy’s shoulder and Teddy was looking straight at him. For a moment James couldn’t breath. And going by Teddy’s face he looked like he couldn’t either. His lips were slightly apart and James could swear he was blushing a bit. As James walked over to right in front of Teddy, he could see his eyes were the exact shade of really dark brown as his hair.
“Hello Teddy… I mean I’m Teddy..uh hi!” Teddy said, extending a hand towards James. James shook his hand, they were still staring at each other and it took James a bit (way too much actually) longer than it should have to realise that they were still holding hands and he hadn’t said a word.
“Uh I-I’m James, nice to meet you Teddy!” James couldn’t control the blush that was slowly creeping up to his cheeks. He abruptly let go of Teddy’s hand and ran it though his hair, which he had spent hours on to make it look perfectly messy.
“James…” Teddy repeated his name, just loud enough for James to hear. Hearing his name on Teddy’s lips made him want to kiss him senseless right in front of his family. He decided he couldn’t trust himself enough, he had to go find Lily.
“I-l’ve got to go find Lily…see you around Teddy!” he turned around and disappeared into the crowd. He could hear Teddy asking him to wait but he needed to get away before he dragged Teddy into a room or something.
“Lily, help.” James was out of breath when he found Lily.
“So Teddy Lupin, huh?” Lily turned to him with a smirk.
“Well. Yes, and how do you know? And why is everyone smirking at me like that!? Ugh.” James buried his face into his hands.
“It’s my birthday, silly! He came to wish me, I noticed the turquoise hair, he’s cute. Now go kiss him!” Lily’s smirk was only getting more ridiculous.
“Merlin, LILY! I can’t just kiss him! I need a plan, ok?” James was beginning to get sick of that evil smirk.
“Ok here’s the plan. You go find him, ask him to dance. They I play some sick beat and you casually sneek him into your room and then you snog him for eternity!- Oh look there he is!” Lily had that mischievous spark in her eyes which she had gotten from her mother.
“Yeah, that sounds about right…wait, what?” James turned around and was pushed into someone. “Oops!” he herd Lily giggle behind him.
Suddenly he couldn’t think straight anymore. Strong arms were around him and his heart was in his throat.
“Are you ok, James?” Teddy whispered into his ear as he pulled him back up and took a step away from him.
He didn’t want him to move at all, James had gone all weak at the knees and was sure he’d fall if he didn’t find a support soon enough.
“willyoudancewithme?” he blurted out, resting his arm on the table next to him in the most awkward way possible.
“Um…what?” Teddy asked, in confusion. He looked really cute when he was confused.
““W-Would you like to dance with me?” James was trying not to stutter but Teddy was still staring at him.
“I’d love to!” Teddy exclaimed, laughing, and just as he pulled James close and placed his hands on his shoulder ‘Voices’ by ‘Cheap Trick’ started playing and everybody in the room whooped and clapped in approval. James cursed under his breath.
Teddy was a very very good dancer and James was struggling to keep up. Teddy was laughing into his ear as he pulled him closer still. James was falling for him every second.
“Can we go somewhere quite?” Teddy asked, weaving their fingers together. James could actually feel butterflies in his stomach.
“Sure, Follow me.” James led Teddy through the crowd of people towards his room. They were still holding hands and James was finding it hard to breathe.
“Um…this is my room.” James said, opening the door.
Teddy stared at him for a while and then pushed him into the room and pinned him to the back of the door in one fluid motion, closing the door shut in the process.
“Where were you all my life.” Teddy whispered, fixing him to the spot with his mesmerising gaze, it was impossible to look away.
“Where were you all my life” James whispered back. Teddy was too close to him. Their bodies were pressed together in all the right place, there was absolutely no space between them.
“Let’s talk later ok?” Teddy said before kissing him slowly at first, savouring each second.
James felt fireworks explode in his heart. He had never been kissed before, and this was the most amazing feeling in the world. Teddy bit down on his lower lip gently and James just couldn’t control the little noises that were escaping his lips. Teddy’s tongue was in his mouth and James had his fingers tangled in his hair, gripping it tight enough to make Teddy moan in a way that was driving him crazy. Every kiss was like a promise for more to come, little glimpse of the eternity they had before them.
When they finally broke, apart both of them were gasping for air.
“Your eyes are bubblegum pink.” Teddy was giggling now, their foreheads touching.
“Your hair is bubblegum pink.” James laughed along with Teddy, twisting his body so that it was now Teddy who was pinned to the door.
“You’re going to have to visit a lot more frequently from now on.” James said, nibbling on his lower lip.
“Hmm, looks like I will be visiting quite frequently.” Teddy replied, pulling James into a hug.
I hope you like it! 😄😄😄 requests are always open 😊
Summary: Jensen and the reader are doing some filming out in the Canadian wilderness when they decide to take a short hike during a break. The only problem is they don’t show up for their scene later that day…
heard raised voices, went to till to see old dude screaming at 16yo cashier for giving him the cigarettes he asked for (he got the name wrong but she should have been a mind reader) offered an exchange which he accepted but complained about the 3mins it took and kept making a fuss. He must've had time to spare though because he decided to go for the classic 'this customer service is abysmal, let me speak to whoever's in charge' look him dead in the eye and say 'you already are'. It felt good.
His bitching took way longer than the mix up did. He could have been out the door and destroying his lungs half a pack in by the time he finished his tantrum. -Abby
yep i’m doing one of those haha um, this took way longer than it needed to be and *cue sarcasm* wow props to me for not making a super shitty banner >.>
anyways! thank you all so much for helping me reach this milestone!! i can’t believe 1.5k peeps on tumblr ship these two together (more sarcasm ‘cause ofc 1.5k people ship jihope duh have you seen the way those two look at each other all grossly in love and shit????) lmao also you guys should apply to @networkjihope to find more jihope shippers *wink wonk*
Summary: You and Bucky are more than friends and less than lovers, due to both of you not having the courage to take things further. But thanks to your friends and conveniently coincidental experiences, some things might just meant to be.
Author’s Note: Hey there! Wow, this took me like 5 months!! I’m truly sorry, I’ve been occupied with things (also procrastination) and the next thing I know, it’s been months…geez. Regardless, thank you for still sticking with me and rest assured, there will be a final part after this so I’ll try to finish it as soon as possible!
A/N: So this took me way longer to write than any other chapter thus far, because I have never written smut before and kept debating how explicit I should make the scene. But of course, I love to describe everything in my writing, so it gets a little R-rated at bits. As a precaution, I’ve separated the scene off from the rest of the chapter with four little stars (****) if smut isn’t your cup of tea.
You don’t know how long you both lay there, but you’re nearly asleep when Auston asks, “So what was bothering you at lunch today?”
“Huh?” you mumble, rolling over so that you can snuggle into his chest.
“No.” He gently pushes you away so that there’s now a space between you. “Not allowed. There’s no falling asleep until you tell me what was wrong.”
“It was nothing.” You sigh. “Can we go back to cuddling please?” You reach over with you hand, but he stops you from touching his chest, interlacing his fingers with yours instead.
“Not happening until you give me a truthful answer. Whatever it was, it was obviously bothering you.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Well, that sucks, because we’re going to. My parents always tell me that communication is the single most important thing in a relationship.”
“That’s what was bothering me.”
“You were upset because we don’t communicate enough?”
“No,” you say, sitting up and feeling your head rush a little bit. “Well, yes, in a way. But what’s bothering me is the ‘relationship’ bit. Like are we dating, or is this some sort of summer fling, or what? Because I can feel myself really starting to fall for you Auston, but I don’t exactly want to have my heart ripped out if you’re planning to leave after camp is over.” You rub your hands over your face, trying to hide from his intense gaze.
Auston sits up, gently prying your hands away from your eyes. “Y/N, listen to me.” He looks at you straight on, his stare unwavering. “To me, this isn’t some fling. I care about you so, so much. More than I think you know,” he adds the last bit softly. “I’m not going to leave you; I want you to be a part of my life for as long as you want. We can put any label on it - whichever you’re most comfortable with: girlfriend, lover, partner-in-crime, whatever. I see a future for us, and so saying goodbye to you at the end of camp is the last thing I would think of doing.” He finishes his little speech, squeezing your hands gently. His brown eyes are shining.
Emotion overcomes you, and you surge forward and kiss him. He kisses you back just as passionately, his hands immediately finding a spot along your waist. You deepen the kiss and use your body to push him down on the bed so that you’re in control, straddling his lap.
His hands are like fire on your skin, and an intense feeling of need rises in you that you’ve never experienced before. Auston appears to feel similarly. He pushes your shirt up and over your head, exposing your bra trimmed with lace. It was the one nice, non-sports bra that you had brought to camp with you, and you knew your boobs looked great in it.
“Someone dressed to impress,” Auston murmurs, his gaze flicking down before looking back up at you with dark eyes. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks.
Impatient, he pulls you down for another kiss. Your hands find their way to his hair, tugging gently at the long strands. He moans and his hands sneak around to your backside and begins to fiddle with the clasp of your bra.
After a few seconds of letting him struggle, you pull away from him and laugh. “Having some trouble?”
“No,” he lies, his tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth as he concentrates. “This thing is just not cooperating.”
You push his hands away and reach around to the clasp. “Watch and learn.” In one swift, practiced movement, you undo your bra and toss it to the side. “See? It’s easy,” you tease.
But he doesn’t respond, too busy marvelling at your newly-exposed upper half. His hands come up to cup your boobs, squeezing them gently. He presses a kiss to your chest before looking up at you. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re beautiful?”
A shiver runs through you at his words. “Maybe.” You blush slightly at the weight of his gaze. You’ve never felt so exposed and vulnerable, but yet confident at the same time.
“Well, you’re beautiful. Inside and out.” He makes a small trail of kisses from your navel up to your jaw. When he connects his lips with yours again, he pushes himself up, flipping both of you over so that he’s now on top.
He continues to kiss you as he lowers his hands, quickly undoing the button on your shorts and slipping a hand down your panties. One of his fingers brushes your clit and you tremble, biting down on his lip. “Fuck, Auston.”
He smiles into the kiss and continues to work magic with his hand, moving his thumb in slow circles, making you moan softly as you begin to unravel.
“God, Auston, please.” You dig your nails into his back, gripping onto his shirt as he presses down harder.
“Is there something you want?” he teases you.
“Your shirt - off,” you demand breathlessly, tugging at the hem. He slides it off over his head, and then helps you wiggle out of your shorts and panties, leaving you completely naked.
His gaze travels over your body, long and slow, taking in every inch. “So gorgeous,” he whispers, diving back down to kiss your neck. His mouth is hot against your skin, and you feel like you’re about to burst.
“Auston,” you whine.
He pulls away from your neck and pecks you quickly on the lips. “You ready?”
You nod eagerly. “More than.”
He runs one finger across your opening, making you shudder.
“God, Y/N, you’re soaking,” he says, carefully sliding one finger in and then two. He looks back up at you to gauge your reaction.
“Please,” you whimper, and he smirks.
“Impatient, are we?”
“It’s rude to keep a lady waiting.”
“Fine - no more waiting,” he says, and without warning, begins to fuck you hard and fast with his fingers. He presses his thumb back down on your clit, while continuing to drive his fingers deep into you, curling them so he brushes up against your g-spot.
It doesn’t take long before you fall over the edge, your entire body tingling as you orgasm. “Holy shit - Auston,” you cry out. He keeps fingering you as you come down from your high, making you arch your back slightly off the bed as he continues to put pressure on your overstimulated clit.
You can’t take it anymore. You push yourself up off the bed, forcing him to sit up. Your hands immediately find the waistband of his shorts and pull them down along with his boxers. His dick springs up, already hard against his stomach. You reach across and grab a hold of it, slowly applying pressure as you move you hand up and down.
He tilts his head back, closing his eyes. “Y/N,” he moans.
“Do you have anything?” you ask.
“Yes,” he whispers, his voice strained as you increase the speed of your hand. “Top drawer to your right.”
With your other hand you rummage around in the nightstand until you find a condom. You let go to tear open the foil package and hand it to him, and he slides the condom on, making sure there’s no air bubbles or any risk of it breaking.
“All good?” you ask, swiftly kissing him on the cheek.
He nods and kisses you hard on the mouth, pushing you back so you’re laying on the bed. He positions himself above you and slides in gradually, giving you time to adjust to his size.
He kisses you on your forehead, your nose, and then descends to your lips. “You okay if I move, beautiful?”
“Yes,” you say as you reach up to push back a strand of hair that has fallen in front of his eyes.
And then suddenly he’s thrusting into you, slow at first, but quickly picking up speed. You feel pleasure growing inside of you as he drives his hips downwards, switching to a different angle. He hits a sensitive spot and you gasp.
“Right there, Auston,” you groan as he goes even deeper.
He presses his lips to your collarbone. “You feel so good,” he says, his breath hitching. He kisses your shoulder. “So beautiful.”
He reaches one hand down and starts playing with your clit again, re-awakening the still sensitive bundle of nerves. You feel yourself climbing again, and this time it’s even quicker before he pushes you over, and your walls clench around him as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over you.
“Fuck,” he swears, and with a couple more thrusts he orgasms as well, letting out a small cry as he comes inside you.
After he finishes, he rolls over to the side and lays down next to you, both of your chests heaving as you try to catch your breath.
“Well, that was fun.” He turns his head to grin at you, giving you a knowing look, and your poke his cheek in retaliation.
“It was. Did you have fun?” you tease.
“I did.” He pokes your cheek back. “But, I think we should probably clean up a bit. I don’t want Mitch getting too suspicious.”
“Good idea.” You peel yourselves off each other and you head to the bathroom, while he sorts himself out in the main area.
While you’re sitting on the toilet, you check your phone to see if Steph has texted you, but you have no notifications. Only the time flashes back at you: 10:47pm. You don’t want to leave, but it’s your first day back on the ice tomorrow, and you know you need to get your rest.
You sigh and stand up, flushing the toilet and cleaning up before exiting the bathroom to break the news. But when you open the door, you’re met with a sight that softens your heart.
Auston is still shirtless, but has pulled on a clean pair of boxers and is curled up on his bed. He looks so innocent and small, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands tucked underneath his cheek like a little boy.
You walk over, picking up your discarded undergarments from beside the bed and begin to put them back on. As you’re pulling up your right bra strap, you feel Auston’s hand graze your thigh.
“Don’t leave,” he says softly, blinking up at you with sleepy brown eyes.
It takes all your willpower not to climb into bed with him. “Auston,” you sigh, “I want to stay, but you know I can’t because tomorrow is my first day back.”
“You can get some sleep here.” He gives you a sad look. “Please just stay, for at least ten more minutes? You can’t leave without a cuddle. Post-sex cuddling is the best bit.”
You feel your resolve weaken. Ten minutes was only ten minutes, after all. “Okay, fine,” you say, sliding into the bed and his open arms.
You press up against each other, chest to chest, and he rests his chin lightly on top of your head. You breathe in his scent, an intoxicating mixture of his cologne, citrusy shampoo, and a faint hint of sweat. He draws circles on your lower back, and you feel your body relax into his touch, your breathing slowing. He plants a kiss on your forehead before pulling you even closer.
You can feel yourself getting tired, but you can’t seem to force your heavy limbs to move. Instead, you let sleep claim you, and drift off in the warmth of Auston’s arms.
Sakura is seriously so annoying, like she doesn't even deserve Sasuke at all. Karin was with him during his worst and she understood him the most. Sakura lacked sooo much development and just round up with an uchiha because she had nothing going for her. Sakura was only after his dick unlike Karin who acutely cared about his well being. Sasusaku shippers are so delusional it's laughable. They always try and mask their crappy ship by saying it's a deep love when it's the most shallow ship ever...
‘She doesn’t deserve Sasuke at all’’
‘’Sakura lacked sooo much development and just round up with an uchiha because she had nothing going for her.’’
From being a little fangirl
To being a total bad ass
I don’t think you need a genius to figure out that Sakura has gone through development and that she is no longer the same person from her fan girl stage. You also stated that she has nothing going for her, really? She is the disciple of the fifth Hokage, achieved the yin seal at age 17, became a jonin two years after the war and you want to tell me she she nothing going for her?
“Sakura was only after his dick unlike Karin who acutely cared about his well being.Karin was with him during his worst and she understood him the most.”
SAKURA WAS ONLY AFTER HIS DICK AND DOESN’T CARE FOR HIS WELL BEING HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU JUST MURDERED HER WHOLE DEVELOPMENT IN PART 1
OH NO WHAT”S THIS! A WILD KAKASHI APPEARS!
and you mean to tell me Karin wasn’t after his dick Are YOu KidDinG Me???
Oh yeah I almost forgot the cherry on top of the ‘she cared about his well being’
Listen sweet cheeks, I like Karin as a comic relief character and I’m actually quite relieved that in gaiden she actually DID want the best for him and cared about his happiness. That was her development as a character.
‘Sasusaku shippers are so delusional it’s laughable. They always try and mask their crappy ship by saying it’s a deep love when it’s the most shallow ship ever…’
Listen sweet cheeks, you can ship Karin with Sasuke if that’s what really makes you happy. I could honestly care less because it doesn’t affect me n any way, shape, or form. HOWEVER, when you try and justify your ship by being the ship that should have sailed because blawblawblaw ect. when you were explicitly shown content that lead to another pairing being canon, THAT”S WHEN YOU GET TO USE THE WORD DELUSIONAL. Why are sasusaku shippers delusional? Is it because Sasuke and Sakura are married and have a child? Is it because Kishi stated that Sakura filled Sasuke’s lonely existence with LOVE? Or it could be because they do not share the same brain that sees karin as the one who understood Sasuke the most. Dang…not even Naruto understands him…AND HE”S BEEN TRYING TO GET HIM BACK TO THE DAMN VILLAGE FOR 699 CHAPTERS! geez, I over estimated Naruto. Karin should have been the one to bring him back, becuase I’m SURE she would have done it way faster than Naruto would have.
I can honestly make this WAY longer if you wanted to but I’m tired and this is already pretty long. :/
Summary:Thing’s take an interesting turn at Jensen’s surprise party and the appearance of your gift leaves you feeling guilty.
“Jared!” He jumped when you called his name and you could see in his face that he was debating turning around and running back out when he saw the checklist in your hands. “Finally!”
“Hello to you too.” Jared rolled his eyes mockingly earning him a playful smack on the shoulder with your clipboard. After a moment the two of you couldn’t help but giggle.
“Sorry, this party planning stuff is just hell of lot more stressful than I thought it would be.” You sighed as your eyes skimmed the piece of paper in front of you for the hundredth time that day. You’d always been a perfectionist, and when it came to organising things like this everything little detail had to be perfect and up to your exact standards.
“Is all this really necessary?” He pointed towards various sections of the restaurant where you’d hung steamers, balloons and a number of different decorations, the band was already setting up ready to come back later and he could hear the kitchen team rushing about preparing tonight’s food.
“It’s J’s birthday, he deserves a great party.” Okay maybe you’d gone slight over the top but since he’d been off with you on set a few weeks ago he’d become more cold and distant. Your conversations with him now were practically none existent and when you did speak it was brief and over in a matter of seconds. You weren’t exactly sure what was wrong, and you didn’t dare ask, all you knew was that you were missing your friend and you were hoping this would cheer him up.
“Okay okay.” Jared held his hands up in defence knowing better not to argue with you. He could just about muffle a laugh as you shouted over his shoulder at Misha for not hanging a banner straight.
“So you know the plan?” You asked turning back at him, your eyes giving him a warning look.
“Keep Jensen entertained until I bring him here at 7.“ He rolled his eyes. You’d gone through the list with him so many times he could probably resight it perfectly, hell he could even do it backwards.
“And Gen is still coming?” You added, ticking off various boxes with a pen you’d retrieved from your hair.
“Her and the boys are on the way to my hotel now, they’re ridiculously excited to see their Uncle Jenny.”
“And Danneel?” You raised an eyebrow at him. Other than the surprise party, Danneel and the adorable JJ were your main birthday present for Jensen. You could only assume that missing them had been solely the reason for Jensen’s insufferable mood swings and the idea of flying them out had been planned in your head for weeks.
“I’ve arranged for a driver to pick her up once her flight lands at 5, he’s taking her and JJ back to their hotel to get ready and then bringing her here.” Jared reeled off his own mini checklist, hoping he hadn’t missed anything you’d asked him to do out.
“I’m impressed Padalecki.” You smirked, unable to resist the urge to high five him.
“I’m upset that you even doubted me Y/L/N.” He mockingly frown at you, faking some sort of shocked expression before the two of you burst out in another round of laughter.
“Now shoo, I have a job to do.” You playfully pushed Jared back towards the exit, reminding him that if he messed up even the smallest part of your plan you’d have his head on a stick. Of course, thanks to your undoubtedly irritating nagged, Jared had managed to successfully carry out his role and take Jensen for a quiet birthday drink not far from the restaurant before allowing himself to be dragged back to the car and leaving Jensen think they were both turning in for the night.
“This isn’t the way to our hotel?” Jensen’s eyes narrowed questioningly at his best friend beside him as the driver took a left rather than the intended right.
“I know, that’s not where we’re going.” Jared gave a small shrug as a pointed towards the end of the street.
“Why are we here?” Jensen remained clueless as his eyes darted between the giant man next to him and his favourite restaurant in town.
“Look it wasn’t my idea so don’t get mad at me.” He quickly cut Jensen off, he knew you’d kill him if you told him the full story but he couldn’t exactly think of another way to get Jensen to enter the building without a massive protest.
“What wasn’t you’re idea?” The questions continued and Jared shook his head playfully, a chuckle escaping his lips
“You’ll see.” He reached for the door handle before stopping still, his face deadly serious. “Just act surprised, or she’ll kill me.”
Jensen said nothing as he allowed Jared to lead him in side, a million ideas rushing though his head at the thought of who ‘she’ might be. He was about to ask what the hell was going on when a chorus of ‘surprise’ made him jump so high he could have sworn his head almost hit the roof.
“Uncle Jenny, uncle Jenny!” Tom squealed happy as he ran towards Jensen, his arms open wide.
“Hey buddy!” Jensen couldn’t stop the grin that appeared on his face as he scooped Tom up in his arms and spun him around.
“Happy Birthday!” Genevieve smiled politely as she followed closely behind her son, an excited Shep in her arms who quickly reached out for his daddy.
“Thank you.” Jensen beamed in between lightly tickling Tom, assuming Gen had been the ‘she’ Jared had referred too. “You planned all this?”
“Like I said, wasn’t me.” Jared shook his head again as he laugh at how clueless his friend seemed to be as he pointed toward you a few feet away from them.
“Excuse me.” Jensen mumbled as he handed Tom back to Gen and began walking towards you. You’d decided to give him space at first, sure you’d planned the whole thing but he had family and friends that wanted to see him just as much as you so you’d just have to wait in line.
Now that Jared had pointed you out, Jensen wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed you in the first place. You’d chosen a red dress for the night, one that loosely clung to your curves and made its way down floor with a slit on one side. Simple yet elegant. Jensen was in complete awe of you, he knew there was other people in the room, people important to him, people he’d known all his life yet all he wanted to do was be with you. It was almost as if you had some sort of white halo around you, making him see you and only you.
“Y/N?” He cleared his throat to distract your attention from Misha who had just finished telling a joke.
“Jensen hey! Happy birthday!” You were surprised to seem him here next to you with so many other people there to greet but it made you smile wider as you pulled him into a hug.
“I can’t believe you did all this for me.” He mumbled against your hair, his hands resting on your hips probably a little too long, not that you minded.
“Don’t be silly you deserve it.” You laughed lightly as you pulled back, glad to see somethings that resembled the old Jensen.
“Still, thank you.” He smiled again as his hand lingered just that little longer on your hip before he removed it all together.
“Now stop wasting your time on me and go mingle!” You playfully shoved him towards a group of waiting people and he left chuckling, the widest grin on his face.
That was the last time you saw Jensen for almost an hour and as the time for your surprise crept just that little bit closer you began to panic that things were about to start going horrifically wrong. How could you possibly have a birthday surprise without the birthday boy?
“Have you seen Jensen?” Your eyes scanned the room for the millionth time as you nudged Jared’s arm.
“Not for awhile.”
“Danneel and JJ will be here any minute this can not be happening.” You felt your chest tighten and your breathing become harsher. This could not be happening right now. You did not do all this planning for Jensen to just disappear before the most important part.
“I saw him heading out back 20 minutes ago if that helps?” Noticing your anxiety, Gen pointed towards a corridor that lead to a series of private function rooms.
“Thank you!” You rushed your words of gratitude and quickly gave her hand a light squeeze before you rushed off in the direction she’s given you. “Jensen?”
“In here.” He called out his response and you followed his voice to eventually find him slumped on a table, an almost empty whiskey bottle at his side.
“What are you doing back here?” You couldn’t help but laugh as you slowly made your way towards him, even if you were furious that he’d almost ruined everything.
“Need sometime to myself.” He shrugged his shoulders as his words came out in a slur making it obvious that he’d had a little bit too much to drink.
“C'mon we have to get you back in there, can’t have a party without the birthday boy.” You encouraged him go sling an arm other your shoulder as you placed yours around his back. Lifting someone of Jensen’s build certainly wasn’t the easiest task.
“You’re so pretty.” With a smirk on his lips Jensen managed to somehow turn in your arms as you continued to support him up. His green eyes bore down into yours, momentarily paralysing you to that spot as his hand came up to took a stay curl behind your ear.
“J…” You swallowed back the lump that had formed in your throat, the heat rising from within you from the lasting touch of his finger tips that stayed on your cheek a little longer than they should have.
“Even cuter when you blush.” He added, you skin inevitably turning an even brighter shade of red as he chuckled.
“You’re drunk.” You sighed tearing your eyes away from him as you attempted to make your way to the door.
“You know what I want for my birthday?” He voice was a low seductive whisper and his face was so close to yours your felt the warm of his whiskey infused breath on your cheek.
“What?” Your voice was a whisper too but the tone was very different from Jensen’s and you were surprised you could even manage to get the word out despite your heart thumbing against your chest.
“You.” As soon as he uttered the word it was as if the whole world stopped. The green orbs stared down at you and the room became so silent you could have heard a pin drop as the tension began to grow. It continued to grow, the air around you both becoming heavy and hot before Jensen finally snapped, his face closing the small gap and his lips crushing to yours.
It was like you’d taken one big gasp of air and couldn’t quite let it out again. Jensen’s lips where intoxicating and you were sure nothing would ever feel this great again. You’d seen all these big on screen kisses where sparks were flying and characters were suddenly transported to clouded nine, but you’d never believed in that kind of stuff. Well until now. This was it for you. You were sure you’d never be able to forget how soft Jensen’s hand felt again your cheek or how your heart flipped at the way his tongue traced your bottom lip as he pulled you in closer.
The kiss for you was simply breathe taking and he on the other hand, couldn’t quite believe what was happening.
You were soon interrupted by rapid knocking at the door you’d closed behind you just moments before and Jensen found himself stumbling back wards a few feet as you shoved him away from you. The two of you stared at each other wide eyed for a few seconds before you turned away and began instantly fixing you hair, a sight that made Jensen feel like you’d punched him straight in the gut. Because even though you only looked at him for brief moment, he saw the flash in your eyes, you regretted the whole thing.
He wanted to reach out to you, to tell you that it was okay, that he wanted this, wanted it more than anything in the world and to him it wasn’t a mistake. But it was if things were moving in slow motion, he couldn’t quite move fast enough to grasp you let alone find the words to form a reasonable sentence. And then it was too late, the door was swinging up, a figure quickly emerging into the room and a high pitched squeal of the word surprise speed everything back up again.
“Danneel?” Jensen managed to choke his wife’s name out as he stood frozen to the spot, the shock taking over, the affect of it sobering him instantly.
“Happy Birthday baby!” She smiled as she swung her arms around his neck pulling him slightly down to her height. It took a minute or so for Jensen to realise that she was really there before he eventually returned the hug, his arms wrapping loosely around her waist. Out of the corner of his eye Jensen saw you quietly slip out of the room with out so much of a goodbye and he felt his heart sink.
Plot: Jimin Park was the ultimate definition of playboy along with his friends Taehyung Kim and Jungkook Jeon. Upon one of his best friends getting married, he’ll have to deal with consequences also known as Y/N
Music thumps in the ear drums of those using the excuse of dancing to grind upon random people and of those random people was infamous playboy Park Jimin.
It was normal to see Jimin grinding upon one girl with another in his arms while another is getting him a drink, it was a usual routine for people like him.
His two playboy friends, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook, were always surrounding him but one didn’t seem present at the hottest club in LA where they had occupied themselves in with a couple small drinks, the youngest had never arrived.
Jimin knew Jungkook had gotten himself stuck in a trap, one of which many women have tried to set up for him but have failed miserably, it was ridiculous how a playboy like himself could have been could have fallen for someone, how could he actually love some?
Love, it didn’t exist in the mind of Jimin and those who he chose to surround himself with but Jungkook had seemed to slip from his grasp, it as a real shame that something like young stupidity could be mistaken for young love.
The black haired one returned with his drink, sending her away with a wink and a quick ‘thanks babe’ he took the drink from her to reinterest himself in the dusty pink haired one that was kissing up his neck and the blonde one who was drunkenly grinding herself into him.
He felt multiple vibrations in the back pocket of his skinny jeans and frankly, they began to feel better than the mediocre grinding his was receiving. He unwinded himself from the pink haired girl and lightly pushed the blonde away to check the multiple notifications left on his phone.
(2) Missed calls from Jeon Boy (4) Missed calls from Tae Town
From: Tae Town Where the hell are you??? Received at 11:34pm Why aren’t you picking up?? Received at 11:37pm You’re already fucking someone aren’t you? Received at 11:40pm Answer the fucking phone! Jeon is bout to get hitched! Received at 11:42pm
From: Jeon Boy I know what you’re gonna say Hyung but I don’t care anymore Received at 10:51pm There’s only one thing left to do You know we love each other so much Received at 10:53pm I hope you can make it Sorry Hyung Received at 11:01pm
He stared at his messages in confusion, the little alcohol he consumed slowed down his ability to process this new information. ‘Jeon is bout to get hitched’ Jungkook is about to get hitched, Jeon Jungkook is going to get fucking married.
With much fury, he called Taehyung as he made his way to the outside of the club, Tae was on sober duty tonight so he was driving.
“Tae! where the hell are you? And what do you mean Jungkook’s getting hitched?” “It’s true Jimin! When you didn’t answer he called me right in the middle of my lap dance from this smokin’ hot girl. He told me that it was only right for them to get married since it was the only thing left to do” “Has Jeon gone insane? Love ain’t shit!” “Then get your shit and make him realise that”
With that Jimin told him where he was and together the headed off to the only chapel that would open this late, the only chapel that would allow such a mistake to happen at this time of the night.
Jimin jumped out the door before Taehyung even had the opportunity to put the car in park, he was more than determined to stop this.
He kicked open the doors with the sudden force of three angry men, “Stop! Stop the wedding! Stop everything!” Jimin’s outburst didn’t startle the couple that stood at the alter in club-like clothing, however, it did make the poor groom hand his head in shame for his hyung’s behaviour.
Jimin marched down the aisle with Tae finally following closely behind, Jimin took Jungkook by his shoulders while shaking him vigorously like his words following would be understood better that way.
“Why Jungkook? Why would you do this to yourself? You’re too young for this” “But Jimin hyung, I love her, I truly do”
Jimin didn’t understand what was so special about this girl that Jungkook had been seeing for longer than he should have been.
“Do you know what love is? Love is shit. It ties you down, restricts your freedom, she’ll give you no freedom. That’s the only thing getting married will get you” Jimin spoke harshly as he eyed the girl stood next to Jungkook, she was quite tall but still appeared small in front of Jungkook even with her stripper-like heels. What was her name again? ‘Isn’t this that Claire girl I hooked him up with?’.
“But hyung Hana isn’t like that, I’ve known and been with her for 3 years now”
‘Hana, so that’s her name’. “3 years? You’ve been hooked for 3 years?” Jimin questioned Jungkook surprised that he missed such a big piece of information.
“Yeah hyung, 3 years. I know I’m only 22 and that seems too young to be married but I do know that what I have with her is love and it’s true love, I wouldn’t change it for anything” Jungkook had the most sincere voice Jimin had ever heard, he really had fallen hard for her.
Jimin let got of Jungkook to look between him and the girl, she was on the verge of leaving but the iron like grip that Jungkook had on her was enough to show how much he really wanted her to stay.
Jimin turned to look at Tae behind him seeing as he’d let a few loose tears slips at Jungkook’s confession, he sighed in the realisation that he really wouldn’t be able to talk Jungkook out of this.
“Look I’m not saying I’m happy about this but if that’s what makes you happy then let’s do it” Jimin had never seen a bigger smile appear on Jungkook’s face as it did now.
“Yah Mister Preist, do your thing” he spoke to the priest before stepping away for the ritual to continue.
“Do you Jungkook Jeon take Hana Yoo as your lawfully wedded wife?” “I do” “And do you Hana Yoo take Jungkook Jeon as your lawfully wedded husband?” “I do” “It is at this time that I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride”
Jimin and Taehyung stood there clapping as Jungkook leant closer to Hana, their lips merely inches away before another slam of the main door was heard.
Hana looked up at door to see who had interrupted them once more only to hid behind Jungkook as the girl approached.
“Oh Shit, Y/N” Hana spoke causing all attention to turn towards you.
Jimin let out a small gasp of your name as he eyed you head to toe, from the skin tight dress you had on to each of the curves they let out, you were damn attractive.
“Hana what the hell do you think you’re doing?” “I was getting married Y/N” “Are you mad? Why would you want to ruin your life like that? Your image, your career, it’s all down the drain from here” “I’m not ruining anything, Victoria Secret’s Angels are allowed to get married”
Jimin and Taehyung’s eyes popped out at the statement, ‘No wonder she got a body like that’ Jimin thought to himself.
“Yes they are but as far as I know you, you’ll be pregnant soon enough and then.. kids? Victoria Secret models don’t have little toddlers running around” You stated but you plan failed as Hana squealed gripping Jungkook’s arm, “Kids? We love kids” Hana stated, ‘Seems like a bit of an airhead’ Jimin thought to himself knowing it’d be rude to say it out loud.
“Fine, get married, have kids but of all people, you had to get married to… him?” You rudely stated judging Jungkook for all he had showing was gave off clear fuckboy vibes.
“Hey!” All three boys yelled at once causing you to step back to look at all of them, ‘typical, even his friends look like him’ you thought.
“All I’m saying is that you could have gotten a doctor, a lawyer, someone hot and intelligent, why’d you go for a playboy with barely any brains?” You stated truly concerned about your friend, as rude as it may seem it was all true.
“Wait a minute” Jimin stated pushing Jungkook back so he would not be the aim of your rudeness.
“Excuse me, what did you say about intelligence?” Jimin stood slightly towering you as your height, even with heels, still fell short.
“It’s true, why should she go for some college frat boy wearing jeans with more holes than the craters on the moon?” You expressed your anger eyeing him up, whoever he was he sure was good looking but you had no time to think about anything like that.
“Are you here to break up their marriage or degrade us?” Jimin questioned her, his temper was starting to get the better of him, his sexual frustration was helping either.
“Maybe a bit of both” “Who are you to call us out? Bet if someone fucked you right then you wouldn’t have this stupid attitude” Jimin wasn’t in the mood for games, Tae and Jungkook both knew there was no going back from this.
“Of course! The only thing you fuckers could think of is sex. I’m telling you Hana, this is all he’ll want from you” “Listen here you uptight little bitch, I know how to shut you up so it’d be best if you stay out of the fucking way and let them do what they want” It was as if there could be visible smoke coming out of both of their ears, they had hardly met yet Jimin and Y/N knew they could hardly stand each other.
With faces only inches apart, it was surprising they had not started clawing at each other with fury. “Oh is that so? Why should I shut up? You have no right to tell me what to do. I’ll talk if I want too, I’ll say whatever I want to say, You can’t stop m-” Y/N’s yelling rant was cut short as Jimin used hand to push her neck forward, the impact caused Y/N’s lips to push against Jimin’s in a rushed kiss.
Everyone’s jaw dropped at the sight, all except Jungkook who still managed to speak, “Wait, we’re getting married, why are they kissing?”
Realisation hit Y/N as she pushed Jimin away by the chest, feeling the firmness of his body under the thin clothing. “Damn baby you’ve got some soft lips” Jimin stated back in his playboy attitude as he ran his thumb across his bottom lip.
Y/N stood back in shock at Jimin’s behaviour, one moment he’s yelling at her and next he chooses to kiss her but of course that’s all guys like him wanted to do.
“Fuckboy” Y/N stated before turning and walking to the exit “Bitch” Jimin called out just before she could leave before turning away and leaving himself with Taehyung following closely behind.
Hana frowned as she looked up at Jungkook who gave her a small smirk, “So can we kiss now or what?”