Ateez: What Type Of Kisses They Give + First Kiss

Way Down We Go

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Remus Lupin & Son!Reader Summary: Oh, father, tell me, do we get what we deserve? Word Count: 2,135 Request: @apple-pie-and-ice-cream  “Can I request Lupin x son Reader where the reader is also a werewolf?” A/n: Headcanon that the week of the full moon, senses are heightened because here’s some whump for yer. Remus is so easy to write for, send me more request for this dork

“Think I’m losing my mind.”

Hermione rolled her eyes as you leaned your head down on the long tables in the great hall, tired as you struggle to keep your eyes open, after a full moon in May you were getting back on your feet after being bedridden after the full moon.

“You’re being dramatic, (Y/n),” Hermione vocalised, though she paused when she hears your wince, “Are you okay?”

“Sensitive ears,” You hummed, rubbing them gently before propping up your face, leaning your elbows against the wooden tables, “I’m fine.”

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Count On Us

Fandom: Twilight Pairing: Cullen family & Son!Brother!Reader Summary: When you’re on your knees, your family is quick to pull you up - because you shouldn’t face this all by yourself Word Count:  1591 Request: Could you make a cullen family x male reader where the reader goes through a tough break up so everyone decides to devise different plans on how to make him feel better

“Did you hear?” The Cullens perked their ears up, always loving drama with these mundane humans, they hadn’t been in school for a week since there was sun out but you, their human brother had been in all week.

They hadn’t seen anything abnormal from you, you didn’t seem like you were struggling about your homework or any of your subjects, nor have the teachers been giving you stick about anything so your siblings thought nothing of it.

“Oh yeah, (Y/n) Cullen?” Another giggled, trying to keep their conversation to themselves, “Heard he got into a messy breakup, they apparently-”

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types of kisses

author’s note: hey! long time no see. as you all already know school started so i wont be posting as often as i did in the summer but i wont be abandoning you guys! so ill try posting once every week for you guys. i also have a special surprise coming up so stay tuned. and as always enjoy!!

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PECKS

- ohmigod pecks

- these would happen all the time

- and by all the time

- i mean ALL the time

- like before a fortnite game

- ‘ babe come kiss me good luck ‘

- aughhh my insides are warming

- or when you went with him to set and before each take

- he would make you kiss him

- or the scene would flop

- kinda like you were his good luck charm or sum

- anyway man these kisses would happen all the time

PASSIONATE KISSES

- these were rare

- like rarer than finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow

- but they meant so much to you

- like passionate kisses would happen when his anxiety was acting up

- and he couldn’t calm down

- and you would just kiss him and he would like breathe into the kiss

- and it was so vulnerable and sweet

- ( jesus fucking christ ma heart )

HAPPY KISSES

- okay these kisse would be like when you guys keep like smiling through the kiss

- and your laughing through it

- and neither of you could stop giggling

- and it would be kind of like that warm feeling you usually feel when you’re sitting down and watching a romcom and your drinking a cup of tea or sum

- ( i hope you guys know what I’m talking about because I think about this a lot )

- it would happen when like he lands a big role

- or you drop your ice cream

- and your faking being sad and finn is like

- ‘ poor baby c’mere ‘

- and these kinds of kisses would always involve giggling or laughing

AIR KISSES

- like these are the ones you kind of send across the room

- so it would happen during concerts

- OHMYGOODNESS

- finnie boy would be playing greyhound

- and during the instrumental

- he would like wink at you

- and blow you a kiss

- and boyyyyyy did you blush

- because this was the cutest thing ever

- and you would be like walking backstage and mans would just

- be blowing you thousands of kisses

ON THE CHEEK KISSES

- what finn did all the time

- like literally ALL THE FUCKING TIME

- like you would literally be like napping and he’ll hit you with this flurry of on the cheek kisses

- and it would be the cutest thing ever

- dope

- these would also happen on the red carpet

- because we all know finn would want you there with him

- and to like soothe his nerves

- you would like give him a quick peck on the cheek and he would turn to smile at you

- and it would be like he forgot his nerves

- and that would be like all you needed

- and pretty much all that made you happy

HEAD KISSES

- head fucking kisses

- man these were amazing

- like finn would be taller than you

- and he would just lean down and give you a peck

- like mostly when you guys were cuddling because mannn

- ugh finn would love his head kisses

- like just reaching down

- ‘ someone’s sleepy huh ‘

- and he would just give you a fucking kiss and ugh

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Soulmate!Seungwoo

A/N:So here it is, I know it took me a while to get this up but blame work, barely giving me days off! But I hope you like it! -Lushie

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Shut Up and Kiss Me (George Weasley x Reader)

Pairing: George Weasley x Female Reader

Word Count: 551

Summary: After getting ditched by your Yule Ball dates, you and George find yourself spending some time together

A/N: This is my first attempt at something short like this so I hope it’s okay!

You sigh, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed, watching as your fellow classmates laugh and dance as The Weird Sisters perform. Your date (who wasn’t your first choice as a date, but still) ditched you, and you can see him across the room, dancing with some other girl from your year.

You let your gaze drift around the room. You’d been so excited about tonight, regardless of your best friend and longterm crush George Weasley not asking you. Someone else had asked you first, so he ended up finding someone to go with at the last minute. But you couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t just ask you in the first place. Fred, who you always went to about your feelings, said George liked you, too. But, as you stand alone while everyone else has fun, it’s not feeling like that’s true.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You turn towards the voice. Well, speak of the devil.

“Hi, George,” you respond quietly. “Why aren’t you with your date?”

The corner of his mouth quirks up in a gentle smile, making your stomach flip. You’ve always adored George’s smile.

“I was abandoned. I see you were, too?”

You nod in the direction of the dancers. “Indeed I was. Serves me right for going with the first guy who asked me even though I hardly knew him.” You look back at George, who leans against the wall and shrugs, a small smile still playing on his lips.

“Serves me right for not getting to you first.”

You blanch. “I- you- what?”

He takes your hand, pulling it up his mouth and pressing a kiss on the back of it. “Wanna get out of here?”

You’re at a loss for words as your heart begins to pound out of your chest, so you simply nod instead, letting George pull you through the throng of sweaty teenagers. You catch Fred’s eye, who still appears as if he’s having a good time with Angelina. He points at George and winks at you. You give him a thumbs up and grin in return, knowing that if this is going where you want it to go tonight, Fred will be your relationship’s biggest supporter.

You two walk the halls of the school, the clicking of your heels the only sound you can hear. The quiet is a nice change, for once, but it’s not the quiet you’re focused on. It’s George next to you, your hand still in his.

“Um,” you finally say, breaking the silence at last, “what did you-”

You’re cut off by the next chain of events, which starts off with your back hitting the wall and George’s lips crashing into your own. You make a soft sound of pleasure and surprise as he presses you into the wall with his body, one hand gripping your waist through the silky fabric of your dress, and the other hand holding the side of your neck.

He pulls back, keeping his face close. He gazes at you, his eyes dark with passion as he smirks.

“The plan was to tell you how I feel about you first, but I think you get the gist, no?”

He starts to pull away, but you grab him by his tie, pulling him back.

“Just shut up and kiss me, Weasley.”

REQUESTED:“reaction to booty smacking”mafia edition [ateez]

genre: suggestive

ficstyle: reactions + bulletpoints

request: “ Henlo! I wanted to see if you could mayhaps do an Mafia!Ateez reaction to you backhanding them after they smacked yo booty in their own club cause you didn’t know who they were?💀 thank you ily and I love your works omg - 👻 a new anon “

note: tysm for the request + hope you enjoy

You didn’t want to go out tonight.. But your friends insisted since you finally broke up with that headass of a boyfriend. You gave in; they invited you to a hard-to-get-in club and it was pretty packed. You knew it belonged to one of the most known mafias in the city so it made you feel a little uneasy. It didn’t take long for you to start enjoying yourself until you felt someone smack your ass. You were caught off-guard because wasn’t a light love tap; you felt the hand linger for a while. Until you turned around and backhanded them in the face… 

HONGJOONG

(type: mischievous dom)

you saw the bouncer come for you as he yelled, “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING YOU LIL-”

but the guy that you slapped raised his hand and shooed him away

the bouncer left

you were surprised that a little guy like him would have any authority over a big bouncer

“still I startle you sweetheart?” he made his way to the seat across from you

you crossed your arms at him, “even in a club setting, that would be considered as sexual harassment..”

he peeked through his eyes as he cracked a little smirk

“I like how that word sounds from your mouth.. sexual..”

you couldn’t believe this guy; you scoffed as your rolled your eyes

he’d use playful yet sensual skinship; practically ghosting over your skin

“whatever..” you turned to leave but he slithered his arms around your waist and pulled you in

he cocked his head, “I wasn’t done talking to you yet, sweetheart..”

you tried to push him by his chest as you tried to threaten him

“if you don’t let go, I’ll find the person in charge and-”

“and what? seduce him? you’re already one step head of yourself, love..”

you were about to speak up but you realized that HE was the person in charge

you left your mouth gaping as you were trying to comprehend the whole situation

he tilted your chin up to look at him, “keep on leaving that mouth open like that and I’ll give you a reason to keep it open..”

you quickly closed your mouth and looked at your friends for help

but they were just encouraging you to make a move

even though he wasn’t the tallest or the buffest guy, he definitely knew how to use his playful charms

he let go of you and gestured over to the bars

“now, sweet little kitten, what can I get ya?”

SEONGHWA

(type: godly dom)

Seonghwa’s eyes went hungry as they scanned you as you walked into the club

you were definitely not a regular at his club and he wanted to “get you know you” more

he makes sure that you were as beautiful as you were in all different angles and lighting before he pushes himself out of the circle of girls that were leaning up on him; they were disappointed to see him on the move with his eyes obviously on you

Seonghwa was the type of guy who had girls run to him; it was never the other way around

never

he couldn’t help but look at how good you looked in your outfit; it look like it was made for your body

he walks over to you and leans in from behind you, “you look good, but you’d look better with me ramming my dick in that ass of yours”

before you could react or say anything, he slaps you on the ass

this causes you to backhand him in the face

the only thing you felt was his strong jawline

and when you looked up, the only thing you felt was fluttering in your chest

despite of how incredibly handsome he was, you couldn’t deny the fact that you were extremely taken back by his actions and words

“you definitely hit harder than the bouncer of my club.. I guess you really can’t judge a book by it’s cover, can you, sweet pea?”

(his club?) your thoughts echoed as you pieced together that this man in front of you was the head of a well-known mafia

he was completely unfazed at your actions but he was completely infatuated with you

“I-I’m sorry..” you didn’t want to be involved than you already were, you had suspicious people staring at you

but he held you back and pulled you into his toned abdomen

he’d use his godly features into his favor

you didn’t want to flutter.. but your body had other thing in mind

“the only apology I’ll accept from you will be in a form of kiss.. would you be a dear and apologize to me one more time?”

YUNHO

(type: appearance? dom, personality? masochist)

there was a eerily and deathly moment that you had ever experience in your life

it had occurred to you that you had just use your full strength to backhand the owner of this club that you were at

aka the head of a known mafia

he bore holes through your entire body

his dominating aura was present and it was oozing

you didn’t want to back down but you felt your confidence slipping with every second that passed by

he chuckled before grabbing the wrist of the hand you slapped him with

he couldn’t believe this luck of his

rarely, Yunho was able to find a lady like yourself who had a little more rough around the edges

he wanted to prove himself that you were THAT lady

Yunho pulls it up to his face to caress it

then he uses your nails to firmly and slowly drag it down his body until it got to his LV belt

“that rough hand could be doing more important things”

you just stood there in shock

you thought he would be more rough with you but it was the biggest reversal of the century

he closed the space between you two, brought your hand through his hair and made you tug on it for dear life

he hisses through his smile, “time starts now”

he would buck against the hard material of your outfit

every movement was a grunt of satisfaction

as you found some sort of dominance over this big hotshot of a guy

YEOSANG

(type: prince charming)

he thought you were some other girl when he swung his hand onto your ass

like any other girls reaction, you slapped him back on the face

you held a strong eye contact with him; letting him know that you were not the one to mess around with

but your friends pulled you back

murmuring things along the line of how important the man before you was and that you all should leave asap

but in the midst of all of that, how could he ever mistake you for someone else?

you were the most beautiful creature he’s ever come across

he was completely captivated; like one of the rarest edition of drones that he has yet to attain

this was his chance to use his one of many charms

he wraps his arms around you and offers you an “apology” drink

his actions seemed like it did a whole 180 degree turn right before your eyes

Yeosang instantly became the sweetest guy you’ve ever met

you would be the only person he would be paying attention to from then on

giving you the royal treatment; every girl’s dreams

wouldn’t be EXTREMELY aggressive but he would know how to lead you like a gentleman

Yeosang was both a prince and a mafia leader

SAN

(type: psychopathic yandere)

San always gets what he wants

no one could ever go against that

until you decide to be the only person that shined brightly in such a dimly-lit club

San fell for you at first sight

he wanted to make sure that people knew NOT to even approach you

he wanted to make you his; right there, right then

the sound of San’s hand against your ass resonated throughout the whole club and over the sound of the music

you yelped in pain

you had turn to try to slap him in the face

“WHO ARE YOU T-”

but he was faster than you

he caught your movement by grabbing your wrist and leaning in for a makeout sess

as if the ass smacking wasn’t obvious enough, San really wanted people to know that you were one to be reckoned with

although his hair was in his face, you knew that face from anywhere and you gave into fear and let San rummage your body like fine china

he left the softest kiss on your forehead before shifting all of his weight on his back leg; taking all the view of you in

the soft kiss was the complete opposite of what dangerously, reckless things he was known for

now you were stuck between flight or fight

“you will be mine.. and what’s mine lasts forever..”

in fear, you nodded in agreement

little did you know, you signed up for something that you didn’t want to be apart of

because you knew what would happen if you even denied him once

MINGI

(type: the dom/scheming rascal)

you definitely felt someone smack your ass; hard

you could barely stand

but in a crowded club setting, you couldn’t find the culprit

your friends were scattered and you couldn’t move from your spot

every nudge, shift, or movement made you want to accuse them of smacking your ass

which is still stinging at this moment

Mingi watched you the whole time

he didn’t think he’d like to see your reactions this much

he finally shows himself

“what’s wrong are you okay? you seem like you’re on edge..”

you sighed; finally you can lean on someone who didn’t seem so threatening

“someone smacked my butt earlier and I’m feeling pretty unsafe..” you spoke to him with doe-like eyes

he wanted rile you up like you riled him up

“like this?”

he smacked the other side of your ass just as hard maybe even harder

at this point your legs completely gave on, you had no choice but to lean on him

to your surprise, you felt an uneasy yet welcoming warmth pool in between your legs

“j-just like that..” you mumbled for only himself to hear

Mingi, a mafia leader, who probably has a bounty on him, who also owns this club, was completely smitten by your not-so-innocent whines

WOOYOUNG

(type: sheep in wolf’s clothing)

although Wooyoung was an infamous mafia, ruling the underground kingdom, he wanted nothing more but to be in love

he wanted to be in love with someone who was the complete opposite of him

he wants an unattainable spice in his life

no one ever satisfied him

that was what he thought until you came into his club; his territory

he did what he knew

that was to be rough

that’s his style; his brand; his signature

he made his way to you as if the only people that were in the room was you and him

he raised his hand high to strike his hand down onto your ass

feeling confident, he would try to say something snarky

but he was interrupted by the back of your hand smacking against his chiseled face

this was a new feeling; girls would fall to his feet and lick his shoes without asking but you were the difference he needed in his life

not only were you were on another level of beauty; you were on another level of spice that he never had before

he couldn’t handle your spice and he loved it

he pulled your face in to feed his craving but you pushed him away

you knew who he was and you were scared but you couldn’t let him treat you like all the other girls

Wooyoung shifts his face backs to you as he smears your lipstick that was on his lips

“I’m gonna make you fall for me..” he challenges

“bite me” you barked back as you leaned in to show that you weren’t all that afraid of him

but that slightly changed when he hoisted you up onto his shoulder

you couldn’t fight against his strength as he makes his way to his “room”

“my. fucking. pleasure.”

he was already planning cute little dates he wanted to have with you but he’ll never be able off of his brand; out of habit

JONGHO

(type: sugar daddy who’s looking for a mama)

he was the YOUNGEST mafia leaders ever known

and he’s become quite successful

but he was tired of playing with younger girls

they were predictable

he laid eyes on you when he saw you

you had a different aura about you

you weren’t looking to be taken care of

you were definitely a boss lady; a dragon lady

you had already shooed away 3 guys since you just walked into the club in which he owned

you sat at the bars and ordered The Oldfashioned

which was Jongho’s favorite drink

before you slipped the bartender your black card

Jongho took it from you and nodded at the bartender as he nodded and left to attend another customer

you gave Jongho a side glance before taking a sensual sip

you turned your body to him as you crossed your legs and reached for your card before he teases you with it

never breaking your calm, you huffed, “whatever, it’s not like I need that card anyways”

you downed the drink and left

Jongho smirked as he mumbled, “playing hard to get, huh?”

he came up behind you and smack you in the ass

the moment he smacked you, you turned around to confirm that it was him before slapping him back in the face

Jongho’s face only slightly tilted to the side from your relatively strong slap that would send most guys on the ground; but Jongho wasn’t any guy

he pushes you up against the wall, “bet you never had a man treat you this roughly..”

you being unable to say anything, fed him into his dominance over a sexy, older lady like you

“you’re nothing but a little princess in a queen’s crown.. I’m gonna show you what little princesses like you get treated like”

~end

lavender⎜p.p

summary → it’s too early to be awake, so she goes back to bed with him.

words → 564

warnings → stark!reader, fem!reader, avenger!reader

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i.l.y. - Woosung Fluff

Listen. The Rose’s album came out and I have some very drastic feelings about it. So… here’s this… also go stan The Rose pls they deserve it.

I huffed, annoyed. I haphazardly fidgeted with the zipper on my leather jacket as I chewed at my bottom lip, scanning the number of people walking into the bar. I could literally feel the wrinkles permanently burrowing into my skin from the frown lines that etched into my face from my brows being furrowed together.

All that I had wanted was to come to my favorite bar to drink away the stresses of work. My boss had been a royal bitch today, and the thought of drowning myself in a bottle of Jose Cuervo sounded beyond appealing. I was not happy when I got to Sam’s Burger Bar to find that, apparently, there was live music happening later that night.

A huge crowd of people began to form, and I was not okay with that. I slammed my debit card down on the bar to close my tab when my elbow had been bumped and I had spilled cranberry juice and liquor down the front of my blouse for the sixth time that night. I muttered something about being glad that I had decided to wear a black shirt that day.

“Calm down, (Y/N),” my regular bartender, Maria told me. “They’ll be too busy swooning over the boys on stage to bother you soon.” She tossed my card back at me, and I rolled my eyes, but put it away. The need for booze was way stronger than being irritated with drunk idiots. Who knows? I could become a drunk idiot too and end up having a great time.

I heard shouts of excitement and assumed the band had taken stage. Maria poured me another shot, which I took with great satisfaction. I tossed it back as soon as I heard the initial pressing of a few keyboard notes, but the moment that I heard the voice ring through the microphone, I practically gave myself whiplash from turning so fast.

The stage was occupied by four men. The white haired man with the voice like honey strumming a guitar drew me in immediately. His black skinny jeans paired with a white t-shirt with a denim vest would have, any other time, pulled a sarcastic remark about trying too hard had he been anybody else. The keyboardist took over for the second verse, and though he was also talented, I was pulled to the snow-haired guitarist.

I don’t remember consciously making the decision, but I suddenly realized I was on my feet and moving toward the stage. Pushing past people, I refused to take my eyes off of him, so I wasn’t able to see the amount of dirty looks that I was on the receiving end from the other people in the crowd. I made it to the stage right as the first song ended. Cheers erupted around me.

Snow-hair took the microphone and thanked the crowd. He announced himself as “Woosung” and the band as “The Rose.” I was enthralled his entire show. The passion behind his eyes when he sang was enticing. He made you feel every single note and word that he sang, and I was completely lost in him. Throughout the night, I became just as wrapped up on the music as well. I felt it mingle with the alcohol in my blood stream and the combination freed my mind of all of the stresses of the day.

After the show, I went to the bar to close my tab. Maria smirked, saying, “so much for you not wanting to be around people.”

“That guy… his voice was like, hypnotizing! And he was super hot. I’m gonna have to look up their music because I think I’m in love with him.” I knew I was being dramatic because I was tiptoeing tipsy, but part of me meant it. I had definitely acquired a new band crush.

Maria raised an eyebrow at me and pressed her lips together. It was one of those movie scenarios of “they’re right behind me, aren’t they?” I closed my eyes right and pursed my lips shut. I spun around to see him standing right there, a bit of a cocky grin across his lips. He was even more handsome up close.

“I came to get a drink,” he said, “but I would also like your name, if possible.”

That was the start of my relationship with Woosung. He was more than the intense musician who sang about heartbreak that I saw on stage that night. He was goofy and fun. He was light. He had a smile that melted my heart, even almost a year later. He was genuine and kind.

One day, he was home from work for the day. It was nearing another tour season, and I was nervous for how long he was about to be gone. I was not ready for him to be away for so long. I tried to take in every moment that I could with him, and today happened to be the perfect day for it.

There was a light pitter patter of rain hitting the window of our studio apartment. Although he spent quite a bit of time working in Seoul, we also had our home together here in California where he was originally from. It was a simple and small apartment. A wall of windows faced a skyline of buildings with the ocean peeking through the background.

I was sat on the floor, leaning against the couch in one of Woosung’s oversized sweaters. A mug of cocoa kept my hands warm as my head bobbed to the sounds of gentle plucking from Woosung’s guitar. Crumpled pieces of paper surrounded us. Every now and then, an ecstatic gasp of a great idea hitting him would escape his lips. Other times, a frustrated groan.

Regardless, he was 100% adorable. I looked back upon the night we met as I watched him play his acoustic. I remembered how mad that I had been, unknowing of how drastically my life was going to change after the snow-haired boy started singing.

Woosung leaned forward, catching my attention. I shook my head and came out of my daydream. I smiled, and asked what he was working on.

“Can I run a rough draft of something by you?” he looked anxious.

“Of course!” I jumped onto the couch and crossed my legs. Woosung began to play a light gentle melody. His voice was soft as he sang a beautiful song. The words “Baby, I’m falling for you. I love you,” tugged on my heart repeatedly.

When he was done, he chewed on his bottom lip, nervous for a reaction.

“It’s so beautiful, baby!” I beamed. He was so good at music; writing it, making it, performing it. I was still constantly overwhelmed with admiration at his talent.

“Good. I’m glad you like it, considering you were the inspiration.” The nervous look spread across his face again.

My heart fluttered as I said, “I love you too, Woosung,” before I leaned forward and kissed him.

JJ MAYBANK | NOT SO SNEAKY

Summary: You and JJ had been dating for a little over a month and have unintentionally made it your thing to kiss whenever your friends weren’t paying attention.

Warnings: swearing, drug use, sexual innuendos

A/N: It’s been some time since I wrote something like this so I’m sorry for any mistakes! I’d love to make more, though, so feel free to send in requests!

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It all started with a quick kiss late one night. You don’t know what came over you, but as soon as Pope turned his back to you and JJ, you were leaning over and planting a sweet kiss on JJ’s cheek. He was caught off guard by it as you’d both agreed you didn’t want your friends to know just yet, but he’d just smiled and returned the affection — seconds before Pope turned back around and continued to explain why he wanted to be a coroner. From that moment, you and JJ would steal kisses whenever you could when you were around your friends. When it was just you two, there were plenty of kisses, but doing it around your friends — it made it more exciting with the thought of being caught.

At the moment, you and JJ were impatiently waiting in John B.’s Volkswagen with Pope and Kiara while John B. was searching all through his home for his favorite surfboard. You and the Pogues were planning on going to the beach to catch some waves before the storm rolled in, but John B. was having trouble finding his own board. Pope was sat up front and reading a book you’d forgotten the name of already, Kiara leaning against the side of the van, leaving only you and JJ in the back. “Is he sure it isn’t already—”

“Do any of us look like John B. to you?” You teased Pope, cocking a brow towards the boy when he glanced over his shoulder to look in your direction.

“I’m just saying!” Pope defended meekly, shaking his head as he face forward. “It wouldn’t be the first time he forgot it was already on the roof.”

Kiara let out an annoyed sigh, rolling her eyes. It shouldn’t be taking him this long. “I’m gonna go help him look,” she stated, pausing to look inside the van towards you.

You raised your brows expectantly, unsure of what she was wanting. “Okay?”

“Are you sure you wanna be left alone with dumb and dumber?” Kiara asked, unsure as to why you were willingly remaining in the back with JJ as he was expertly rolling a joint you would/wouldn’t be taking hits of later.

You snickered, your smile widening by the offended expressions on Pope and JJ’s face. You nodded, ignoring the sharp glare you were receiving from your boyfriend when you didn’t defend him. “I think I can handle them,” you replied reassuringly. “Besides, this one needs two people watching him at all times to make sure he doesn’t do anything too stupid,” you said, nudging your head in JJ’s direction.

Kiara chuckled, backing towards the Chateau. “Suit yourself, Y/N.”

With that, Kiara jogged off towards the house so they could hopefully leave sooner rather than later. You let out a content sigh once she was out of sight and pulled out your phone to check your notifications. You were going to reply to a text, but you froze when you felt JJ’s breath fan against your exposed neck. You didn’t dare move, afraid it’d capture Pope’s attention.

Your eyes darted aside, but all you saw was a smug smirk on JJ’s face the closer he got closer to you. “Better be still,” he whispered, softly pressing his lips to your skin. Your eyes instinctively fluttered closed, tilting your head to give him more access — it only made his dimpled smirk widen proudly. “Don’t wanna get caught, do you?”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your neck, and you hated how he was affecting you so much with only the little pecks. He was such a tease, and though you enjoyed it at times, so were you. He hated it when you teased him, though. But after all, this was a game for the both of you, and you weren’t going to let him be the only one daring to do something with Pope so close to you two and within eyesight.

You suddenly moved so you and JJ were side by side, your hand going to hold the back of his neck. His eyes widened in excitement, your lips pressing to his lips before he had time to think. He kissed you back hungrily, one of his hands going to your lower back. You playfully bit his lip and he let out a huff, wanting more. However, you pulled away just as quickly and glanced down to your phone as if nothing had just happened.

Pope turned to face you two, noting JJ’s flushed appearance after he heard an odd sound come from the blond. “Dude, are you okay?”

JJ scoffed, clenching his jaw. He didn’t dare look at you, but you knew you’d succeeded. “Yeah, just peachy.”

You smirked to yourself and went back to scrolling through your phone. JJ finished rolling his joint with his heart still thumping loudly in his chest with an ache for more. He carefully placed it to his lips and went to light it, but it was swiftly snatched away by Pope. You winced, knowing JJ didn’t like it when someone did that — especially when he was wanting it to relax him after you’d started something you weren’t going to be finishing anytime soon.

“Bro!” JJ gaped, attempting to take it back.

Pope shook his head and held it further away from his friend, glaring. “Not in the van, bro!”

“I just want a lil taste! It’ll be so quick you won’t even smell it!” JJ defended, trying to grab it again. Pope slid out of the passenger side, daring JJ to make a move.

“Didn’t you already get a taste?” John B. replied instead, cradling his surfboard under his arm with Kiara walking beside him, something unfamiliar on her stunning features. Pope frowned while you and JJ had confused expressions etched on your faces. Surely they didn’t know. John B. rolled his eyes and pointedly glanced between you and JJ, causing your heart to sink. “Are you serious right now? You two aren’t very sneaky.”

Your face paled in realization, lips parting. They knew?

JJ remained calm, feigning further confusion. “What the hell are you talking about, man?”

Kiara moved closer to the van, her arms folded over her chest and head titled. “Cut the bullshit, JJ,” she said, faintly smiling. Then her eyes flickered go you. “Really, Y/N? JJ of all people?”

Your cheeks turned pink, a groan leaving your lips as you pushed your face into your hands. JJ grunted and threw his hands up in the air, eyes pinned to you. “We could’ve fooled them if you’d just tried a little harder, baby!”

“No, you couldn’t have,” Pope retorted, climbing back inside with JJ’s joint hidden in place the surfer boy would never find it; for now. You moved to sit closer to JJ, giving Kiara more room to enter the back of the van while John B. made his way to the drivers side so you all could get going. “I saw you guys at the movies.”

“Movies?” Kiara repeated, face scrunched together. “I saw them at the beach the week before.”

You and JJ briefly glanced to each other, slightly amused. You hadn’t intended for your friends to find out yet, or this way at least, but you were glad they didn’t seem to mind it; you hated the no pogue on pogue macking rule and feared that your friends wouldn’t approve of you and JJ. Thankfully, they felt otherwise. “Wait, how long has this been going on?” Pope wondered, eyes burning into you and JJ for answers.

You pursed your lips in thought, glancing down to your wrist that did not have a watch wrapped around it. “Five weeks, two days, and 16 minutes.”

JJ laughed under his breath, not having any problems with wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side to let everyone know you were in fact his. John B. faintly smiled, but it was suddenly replaced by a frown as he faced the crew. “Hang on,” he said, blinking in surprise, but his eyes were on Pope and Kiara. “You two already knew about this?”

Pope and Kiara nodded in unison. “Well duh. Didn’t you?” Kiara laughed.

“They’re weren’t very discreet,” Pope said, momentarily pausing. “No offense.”

“None taken,” you replied with a nonchalant shrug.

John B. scoffed, his brows knitted together. “I only found out today!”

You giggled, reaching forward to give him a comforting pat on the shoulder. “It’s okay, John B.,” you said kindly. “Despite what Pope and Kie say, we were pretty good at hiding it for a while.”

“Sure, Y/N,” Kie teased.

You gave her a playful shove, making her let out a loittke augh. Your body curled further into JJ’s side once John B. started up the Volkswagen and began heading towards the awaiting beach. You let out a content sigh as you relaxed in your boyfriends safe arms, smiling to yourself when he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“Hey, just because we know now doesn’t mean you can be all lovey-dovey whenever you want,” Pope playfully scolded when he saw the kiss.

John B. chuckled, stealing a look in the rear view mirror. “Save it for the bedroom.”

“Oh, we will,” JJ smugly said, grinning from ear to ear. You whacked his arm in disgust and Kie grimaced, facing the window. JJ only chuckled and tightened his grip on you, making you feel at ease with the world.

Though your friends now knew about you and JJ, you had a feeling that you and JJ would happily continue to try and get as many kisses in without your friends noticing the exchanges, and you didn’t mind one bit.

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A/N: PLEASE DON’T HESITATE TO LEAVE OR MESSAGE ME SOME REQUESTS!