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little daniel imagine, with the '“where’s the new coffee mix?” “i’ll tell you if you tell me where you put the keys?” “i TOLD you i don’t know where—”' prompt <3
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you get up a few minutes past seven o’clock, shuffling out of bed behind daniel, out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. the sky, as the sun rose not too long ago, is still wearing its coat of muted pink and yellow, and natural light welcomes itself into your home in narrow streaks onto the floors and kitchen countertops. daniel is first to wake up, sleepily mumbling something about wanting to get to tour rehearsals early, and with the help of his convincing smile and guarantee of breakfast, you hop out of bed as well.
it isn't unusual for the two of you to be grumpy in the morning, only sharing slight smiles and little morning kisses and a touch of conversation while you work through your routines to get ready for the day…at least until there is cooked food and warm drinks on the table.
honestly, if it wasn't for the tempting promise of hot, home-cooked breakfast, which you gladly agreed for daniel to make, the pair of you would still be in bed, lured in under the warm sheets and blankets, fighting off the wintry morning chill. your slight grumpiness has progressed into an obvious agitation, furrowed brows and all, at the absence of your keys from their usual spot near the entryway.
daniel’s cooking as you breeze around the house looking for them, showing half-hearted concern and asking simple questions that honestly tick you off even more. “are you sure you haven’t seen them?” you call, halfway across the living room as your eyes scan every possible fraction of space and object in sight.
“yep, no idea” daniel dismisses, unknowingly receiving an annoyed huff in return, his voice muffled by the sound of the kitchen cabinets and drawers rolling open one by one only to be shut again as he tries to find the jar of coffee that would usually be sitting in one of the shelves.
he puts breakfast on the table anyway, two two mini stacks of pancakes and berries for each of you, and although daniel is proud of his culinary work at such an early hour, his limbs still tired and eyes still groggy, you aren’t so pleased at the absence of your necessary cup of coffee. the edge of your voice is ever so obvious as you pace around the house, looking for other things you’d somehow misplaced from your shoes to your lip balm back to your keys, murmuring out a “thank you,” followed by a “where’s my coffee?” as you glance at the food in front of you.
“where’s the new coffee mix?” he counters.
“i’ll tell you if you tell me where you put the keys?”
the two of you attempt a staring contest, a battle of who can hold their frowning expressions the longest without faltering, before you just decide to search together. daniel loses, sighing in frustration before he moves to check around the kitchen one more time, “i TOLD you i don’t know where—”' his words are cut off, eyes rolling at the sight of your keys in the cutlery drawer. “how did they even get in here?” he questions, keys hanging off his finger in the air.
an easy smile graces your lips, as if a frown had never been there, and the morning grumpiness melts away as you cheekily pluck the keys from his hand before plopping down at your seat to eat….”the coffee’s in the pantry, first shelf on the right” you say through a mouthful of food.
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Cool Together - Jonah Marais
Jonah Marais x fem!reader (she/her pronouns) oneshot
Summary: A fluffy scenario I imagined about you and Jonah painting each other’s nails.
Warnings: None. Let me know though.
AN: First time actually writing somethings in a while. Sorry if it's bad. Inspired by the picture above. Hope you enjoy!
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Y/N'S POV:
“Babe! Have you seen my nail polishes?” I asked my boyfriend after not being able to find any in the bathroom.
Not hearing a response I walk out of the bathroom with a sigh.
When I turn around, the sight I’m met with makes a smirk appear on my face.
“And now I know where they went.” I tease him.
Jonah was sitting on our bed with the bucket of nail polish next to him, and different bottles surrounding him. In his hand he had the black polish.
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes sheepishly.
“It’s just that whenever you do it, it always looks so cool and I just wanted to try it out. I just can’t seem to do it.” He whispers the last sentence.
“There is nothing you need to apologize about Jonah,” I reassure him.
“Can you help me?” He mumbles out.
“Sorry babe, I couldn’t hear that. Can you repeat?” I ask, knowing we both know that I actually did hear him.
I just wanted to rub this moment in. This is the first time he’s asked me to paint his nails so I’m going to make it worth it. And who knows, maybe this can be a recurring thing we do every Friday night.
Rolling his eyes at my antics he repeats louder, “Can you help me?”
“Oh of course I can babe. Why didn’t you ask sooner?” I say with a chuckle.
Rolling his eyes playfully, Jonah says “Yeah, Yeah. Just get over here.”
Plopping myself on the bed, next to him, I say:
“So what are we thinking?”
“Well I wanted to do something cool, but I think starting off simple with just black would be cool,” he responds.
Agreeing, we get to work. I explain to him my process and show him the best way to not get the polish on his skin. He somehow gets the hang of it pretty quickly.
“I finished!” Jonah yells once he paints his last nail. He looks at me with such accomplishment in his eyes.
“You did! They look so good.” I smile back at him.
“Thank you,” he says before kissing me deeply.
Giggling while I pull away I ask,
“What was that for?”
“Well, I was thinking that now that I can paint nails, we can paint each other’s. We can do that right? And I got so excited I just kissed you,” he answers.
“Oh okay and of course we can babe.” I happily replied.
And the smile that lights up his face makes what I agree to next so much more worth it.
“Yeah we will be so cool together. We can call it the Cool Together Club,” he looks at me hopefully.
“Maybe… but we might need to work on the name a little bit more.”
“Okay fine… but now it’s my turn to paint your nails. Come here.”
I start laughing while he pulls me up to sit on his lap and gets started.
Once he’s done, and we are both cuddled up under the sheets, I say the one thing I know will get him to really smile,
“Fine I guess we can call this the Cool Together Club. I am feeling pretty cool.”
He smiles and then suddenly pumps his fist in the air while yelling,
“Yes!”
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AN: I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you thought and if you have any feedback. Also sorry for the ending. I didn’t know how to end this.
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I wouldn’t know what consistency was if one road’s directions had CONSISTENCY written in massive bold letters. I’d somehow manage to yank the steering wheel in the opposite direction, swerving back into the main highway and complete missing the exit. There goes my coffee.
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Complications
Pairing: Jonah Marais x Plus Size Reader
Summary: You and Jonah have become distant, does this mean the end is near?
Note: In honor of this truly amazing song coming out I conjured this up so I hope you guys like it😁
Warnings🛑: angsty with happy ending, smut(oral(f), unprotected vaginal sex)
You and Jonah had been dating for a while now, yet things between the two of you seemed to be dwindling down.
Things have been hectic with his lawsuit and it seemed like your schedules just never aligned. It was a rarity you ever saw your boyfriend and you couldn’t help the jealous feeling when you saw him post with his girl friends that saw him more. 
You were rushing to the release party for their new song coming out, still incredibly proud despite the distance between you and Jonah. When you first heard it, he watched your expressions carefully. He wanted you to like it, but also catch on to the meaning since he’d wrote it with Daniel about your relationship.
Jonah checked his phone about a million times, waiting for a text or call from you. He made you promise him you’d be here tonight, it was important. The band had fought hard for this song to get released in the first place, and Jonah needed you to be here.
“Hey baby!” you greeted, relief washing over Jonah when he saw you running to him.
“Hi sweetheart.” he smiled, catching you in his arms when you made it to him.
Something had changed then, the connection between the two of you had altered in a way you couldn’t explain. Jonah felt terrified, he was so afraid of losing you it made him physically ill. He couldn’t hold back as he grabbed your cheeks and kissed you passionately. You couldn’t recall the last time he’d kissed you like this or kiss at all. The last time you’d had sex with him was on New Years.
“Wow,” you whispered, a giddy feeling flowing through your system as you smiled up at him.
“Haven’t done that in a while.” he murmured, matching your smile.
“I think we need to talk about that later.” you said, watching an unreadable emotion flash in his eyes.
“Sure-um-yeah.” Jonah stuttered, his heart breaking at the thought you might end things.
“You alright?” you asked but when he went to answer, his friends stormed the two of you wanting pictures and videos with your boyfriend.
Sighing, you came to terms with not being able to spend time with Jonah until later and found your way to the bar. You turned and watched as he smiled but noticed it didn’t quite reach his eyes, it couldn’t possibly be because of you right?
It seemed you mingled and hung around everyone except Jonah the entire party, he was always being pulled away by some girl or one of the guys the second you two had a chance to be alone. You were pissed, angry even that for a lousy two minutes you got to see your boyfriend.
“Babe, I’ve been looking for you everywhere, I’m ready to go home.” Jonah said while locking you in his arms.
He was so upset he hadn’t seen you the entire night, even getting to a point he wanted to cry. Finally he was able to get free and he was taking that moment to get you to himself.
“Me too,” you sighed, laying your head on his firm chest.
Jonah unlocked your shared apartment, his heart racing since he knew you’d want to talk now. He felt tears stinging his eyes already as he followed you into the bedroom. You couldn’t hold back anymore and pounced, pleasantly surprising him.
It had been so long since you’d felt desired and you wanted him so bad. Jonah felt almost touch starved as he felt up your gorgeous figure. Your lips moved quickly and desperately against his, moaning when he squeezed you tightly to him. Clothes went flying, suddenly you were being lifted and laid gently on the bed. Jonah kissed down your neck, across your collarbones, biting at your jaw but he was unable to stop himself from leaving so many marks on your beautiful skin.
You gasped when you felt him yank down your bra cup, his tongue swirled around your nipple while his other hand played with the other one. A whiny moan escaped as you threw your head back, the tingling sensation through your body made your lower regions throb. Twisting your fingers in his curls, he promptly switched his mouth to the other nipple before tearing off your bra completely. He kissed both of your breasts, then made eye contact with you as he kissed down your body. His eyes turned a dark shade of green, his pupils blown with lust.
“Baby I-wait-” you whispered, Jonah stopping and looking at you with worry.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing it’s just I-I haven’t shaved in a while and um-” you stammered, embarrassment ruining the mood you were sure.
Jonah chuckled with relief, kissing you sweetly. You were confused until he slid his hand in your panties. He traced your lips with his tongue as he dipped a finger in followed by another.
“Hair doesn’t bother me my love, let me show you.” he smirked, god he was so fucking sexy.
“Fuck o-ok.” you panted against his lips.
Jonah smiled as he went back between your legs, watching you close your eyes in pleasure. He pulled your undies off, spreading your legs so he could watch you drip on the sheets. He licked his lips before diving in, tonguing at your core like a man starved. Your thighs immediately closed in on his head, but his strong hands kept your legs spread wide for him.
“Feels so good baby,” you moaned, the feeling almost overwhelming since you hadn’t experienced it in so long.
It almost pained you that you’d forgotten how amazing Jonah is at eating you out, but now you were becoming very much reacquainted since it didn’t take long for you to cum all over his tongue and fingers. You screamed his name when he didn’t stop, sending you over the edge a second and third time. His tongue was absolute magic, you were trembling by the time he was done.
“My good girl, tastes so fucking delicious.” Jonah smirked as he leaned back up, licking his lips for any remnants of you.
“Yeah?” you giggled, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer.
“Fuck yeah baby,” he confirmed with a hard kiss.
Jonah shoved his boxers down, not once breaking your heated kiss. He slid inside of you, groaning at the feel of your walls welcoming him in. You mewled at the stretch, it felt so fucking good to be connected like this. Memories of the beginning of your relationship came to mind when you and Jonah fucked like bunnies and you were determined to get on that level again.
“God baby, ‘m not gonna last long.” Jonah whined in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
“Me either, just fuck me handsome.” you whimpered as he began moving.
“Oh don’t you worry sweet girl, I will.” he growled, harshly slamming in and out of you.
You held on tight as he pounded you, perfectly rubbing that special spot. He smiled when your eyes rolled back, exposing your neck that had his marks littered on your skin. Reaching down, he rubbed at your clit which sent your spiraling. By the time Jonah came inside of you, he’d drawn two more orgasms out of you. It was safe to say you’d definitely be sore in the morning.
Jonah held on to you as he calmed from his high, nuzzling his nose to yours slowly. You whimpered when he pulled out, hating the loss of connection. Staying latched on to him, Jonah laid on his side and held you close.
“That was amazing.” he whispered.
“It was, we need to do that more. I-I hate how I feel like we’ve become distant and…I know that song was about us. I’m so sorry Jonah.” you gulped as you waited for his response.
“So you’re not breaking up with me?” he asked quietly.
“No! No baby, I love you and I want to fix this. I wouldn’t give up on us, not ever.” you assured him, scooting close enough your chests were now touching.
“I was so scared you were going to leave me, I love you so much and I-I-” he croaked, taking a deep breath to not cry.
“Shhhh my love, it’s ok now I’m here.” you cooed, kissing him sweetly to help calm him.
Jonah held on tight with you doing to same, spending the night talking about nonsense while giving random kisses and sweet touches until the both of you fell soundly asleep in each other’s arms.
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One Last Time | J.M.
a/n: hi im back with a new fic even tho it kinda sucks (???) because my skills are rusty but y’all better still love me <3
summary: after countless painful heartbreaks, jonah swore to never love again but for you, he might give it one last try.
warnings: angst with fluff in the end hehe
word count: 2250
Jonah was perfectly fine with living alone in LA. His career took flight after his last breakup and he was free to live his life as wildly as he desired without having silly romantic relationships tying him down. He moved out from his old house and chose to settle in a cozy little apartment with his pet cat for a new start; he went to every single party he was invited to and usually ended up kissing way too many girls, getting way too drunk or waking up the next day with way too many gaps in his memory of the previous night; he got to put all his focus into making more music now that he had no girlfriend to put as his number one priority. Life was never better for the 23-year-old singer and he had never been happier. He was thriving on his own and he definitely didn’t need to…
“Can’t sleep again?”
…head to the neighboring apartment—your apartment in the middle of the night just because he couldn’t sleep. He was strong enough to deal with the inner demons that kept him up at night by himself.
Yet there he was anyway, doing exactly that and falling into your arms the moment the door opened wide enough for him to pass through. You weren’t the least bit surprised with his actions though, since it wasn’t unusual for him to engulf you in his tight bear hugs at the most unexpected times. Or visit you, that is.
He was grateful that you never complained about them.
“Yeah,” he mumbled, his voice muffled with his head buried in the crook of your neck. He couldn’t stop himself from inhaling a lungful of your scent. It wasn’t until then he realised how much he missed you, although the last time he saw you was this morning when you were about to leave for work and him for Daniel’s house. Hours apart felt like eternity when you weren’t around. “You?”
“Lost track of time while working, nothing new,” you admitted, rubbing his back in familiar strokes that put him at ease.
“Who the fuck works on a weekend?”
“Your favourite girl is a workaholic, apparently,” you joked and a smile involuntarily spread over his face and against your skin.
“Are you sure you’re my favourite girl?”
“I better be, or I’m kicking you out of my home right now,” you tried to make your threat sound less serious by adding a light laugh but Jonah knew you weren’t joking this time. You meant everything you just said (you never gave blank threats) so to some people you might be come across as intimidating, perhaps, but to Jonah, well…have you seen how small you were compared to him? He doubted you could do anything to make him leave your home if he didn’t want to. But you wouldn’t have to do anything because…
“Yep, you’re definitely my favorite,” he chuckled and felt how your body tensed when goosebumps started to form on the side of your neck where his hot exhales caressed.
Right. “Just friends“ equals personal space unless you say otherwise. He reluctantly removed his head from its previous comfortable resting spot on your shoulder.
“I’m sorry. I was too close—“
You shook your head. “It’s fine,” your hands found their way onto his face, cradling it between them gently, the simple gesture knocking his breath and all his problems out of him. God, he loved the way you touched him. “I like it when you’re close to me. It’s just that…”
“I know,” he said when you trailed off, unable to say your thoughts out loud. He understood what you meant. It’s just that it hurts when he does all these things to pull you closer, further blurring the line between friends and lovers, only to let you down again and again in the end. He resisted the urge to apologize once more, knowing that you’d merely brush him off with another ‘it’s fine’ if he did. You put up with his bullshit too much. He wondered why you hadn’t blocked him out of your life after all the emotional distress he had bestowed you. Yet.
A beat of silence passed with him watching you as you studied his face. He knew what you’d see. Tired eyes, unshaven beard and disheveled hair. In short, a mess. He hadn’t bothered to make himself look presentable lately. He wanted to but he couldn’t find the energy to. To be honest, he had been too emotionally and physically drained to do anything lately.
He knew you’d notice and a selfish part of him desperately wanted you to fuss over him. He was an asshole, really, for wanting and taking everything from you but not giving you anything back in return. The thing was, you didn’t want just anything. You wanted his love and he didn’t think he was in the right state to give you that. You deserved the special kind of love that would last for a lifetime, not a pathetic one coming from a broken heart that was still in the process of healing like his.
Guilt ate him away bit by bit, especially as you did exactly what he yearned for.
“When was the last time you slept well, Jonah?” you asked softly, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. All traces of playfulness were gone from your eyes and were replaced by concern, worry and everything else of the sorts.
“Can’t remember,” he admitted frankly, licking his lips and taking a gulp for extra courage before adding, “Been traveling a lot lately and sleeping in foreign hotels aren’t the same as…sleeping by your side.”
It was true. He didn’t know whether it’s the domesticity of preparing for bed together and the shared ‘goodnight’s before heading on a journey to dreamland, or maybe it’s the soothing feeling of your body pressed flush against his that made it easier for him to shut all the negative thoughts out, just for the night. Either way, he ended up growing addicted to holding you in his arms as he slept, which was why the nights without you had been torture for him.
A faint blush dusted your cheeks at his confession. You were oh so beautiful, he thought to himself. It scared him sometimes—how much he adored and wanted you even when he shouldn’t. “Glad you missed me.”
You sounded glad, relieved even. It was as if…you really thought you meant nothing to him.
“I always do, Y/N,” every second of the day until I’m back in your arms. He hated himself for not having the guts to say his true thoughts out loud.
You shook your head while smiling as if you found his reply incredulous. “You’re tired. C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”
“I meant every word I said, Y/N,” he insisted. “I didn’t say that because I was delirious.”
He received no answer but he noticed how your smile seemed forced after the words left his mouth.
At this point, you probably knew better than to let yourself believe in any of his sickeningly sweet but honest words. He didn’t blame you for that.
“Thanks, I’m flattered. Now, sleep time.”
He watched as you built your defenses up around you again. It was one of the most painful things he’d ever witnessed, that’s for sure.
“Alright.”
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The bed dipped, followed by the rustling of the comforter, before a familiar warmth hit Jonah as you nestled against his chest. This wasn’t the first time you had done this, nor would it be the last time, but the effect your action had on Jonah would never cease.
Eruption of butterflies? Check.
Increase of heartbeat rate? Double check.
Suddenly having the overwhelming urge to make you his? Triple fucking check.
Habitually, he wrapped an arm around you, his hand casually resting on the curve of your waist. He could stay like this with you forever, he realised and he didn’t like it one bit.
The last thing you needed in your perfect life right now was a dumb, broken man for a boyfriend. One who only knew how to turn his life experiences into songs and getting led on by girls with bad intentions because he craved the feeling of loving someone and being loved in return, even if it’s fake.
But God, it was impossible for him to not fall harder for you each day when you were the one who lights up his world with your smile, the one who’ll drunkenly blabber about how big your crush on him is in the most adorable way after accidentally having too many drinks, the one who is always there to help him catch his breath whenever he feels like drowning and most importantly, the one who sees all his flaws but doesn’t love him any less because of them.
You don’t deserve her, a voice in his head said as he silently looked at you. Yet why were you here, resting in his embrace?
It must be another sick joke made by the universe to taunt him. To show him how close you were to him yet still so unreachable. Even if he did manage to reach you in the end, then what? All his past relationships either ended with him accidentally breaking his significant other’s heart or the other way round and he wasn’t going to risk it with you.
He didn’t want to lose you like how he did with them because…he wasn’t sure if he could ever recover from that loss.
Instead of continuing to lay on his side, he shifted his sleeping position so that his back was fully pressed against the mattress, with your head remaining on his chest.
Your bedroom was dead quiet save for the sounds of your breathing and the soft swish of the curtains that were slightly billowing in the chilly night breeze that entered through the opened sliding doors that led to the small balcony. You always slept with the curtains drawn because it let you get a clear view of the wide expanse of the night sky and if you’re lucky, you got to see stars that were littered across nature’s dark canvas. They were your only company during the lonely nights before he came along, you had once mentioned to him.
Now that he slept on the side of the bed that blocked your view of the outside world, the only thing in your line of vision was his chest, his neck, or if you tilt your head a little more upwards, his face.
Which was exactly where you’re looking at now.
“What’s on your mind?” Your voice was soft but it cut through the silence all the same, tearing his attention away from his racing thoughts.
“You,” he answered swiftly, offering you a weak smile that you didn’t reciprocate, causing his to eventually falter.
“For someone who said he wasn’t interested in a romantic relationship when I confessed my undying love for him, you sure think about me far too much,” you tisked and he couldn’t quite tell whether you meant your words in a teasing manner or were they pure sarcasm?
“That doesn’t mean I don’t feel anything for you, Y/N,” he was as torn as he sounded. One part of him yearned for you whereas the other wanted to push you away, to keep you safe. From his mess of a life and the pain it might inflict on you. “I just…don’t want to hurt you.”
“But you’re hurting me now by not letting me in, you know that?” You sighed. “Look, Jonah,” “I can’t wait forever for you to make up your mind.”
“Because it hurts like hell to be this close to you,” you reached up to run your thumb across his jaw, “but not being able to call you mine. And if the pain gets too unbearable one day, who’s to say I won’t leave?”
He hated that you were right.
So for a moment, he let himself picture what it would be like in a world where you belonged to him and vice versa; where he could have slow, lazy mornings in bed that consisted of intimate kisses, touches, and words that warmed hearts; where he’d be able to return to a home that wouldn’t be empty anymore due to your bubbly present; where he could keep you close in public with an arm securely looped around your waist or a hand holding yours without worrying that paparazzis would spread rumours that you were dating because it was true. You are his.
Life still wouldn’t be perfect, but at least it’d be complete with you in it and he’d definitely be happier than he was before.
That was when he realised he was a coward for spending too much time fearing what could go wrong, instead of thinking of all the beautiful things that could go right.
Sure, he had messed things up in the past and hurt the people around him in the process but his relationship with you was the present.
That should mean something right?
Maybe…just maybe…the only way to truly mend his shattered heart was by learning how to love again. By giving love one more chance. One last chance.
So with a shaky breath of nervousness, he admitted, “You’re right. I’ve kept you waiting for too long.”
“But not any longer.”
Then he closed the remaining distance between your lips.
And nothing had ever felt so right.
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At The Piano: A Jonah Marais Blurb
This is based off of the above TikTok vid I saw. I thought it was cute so I wrote something for it. ☺️😊 Fair warning it is NSFW, but I hope you enjoy it! 🙈🙈
It was early, close to 7 am. But this was his favourite time to play around on his piano. When Wes was still asleep and it was quiet in the apartment. The sun was rising and the apartment looked beautiful covered in it’s fresh light. He’d write the most beautiful melodies. The kind you could listen to on repeat forever. I loved that these were the first sounds I’d hear upon opening my eyes. I smiled as I slowly slipped out of bed. I washed up and made coffee and then tip toed over to him. There he was, shirtless sitting at his piano. His eyes closed as his fingers danced across the keys. His hair still a little messy from sleep, just the way he liked it. Before I could even say anything he stopped and sniffed. The coffee fiend in him recognizing the familiar scent wafting from my cup.
“Hey you,” he says turning to face me. “Come here.” He waves me over. I smile and walk around him. Carefully I crawl onto his lap, with my legs hanging at either side of him.
“Morning love,” I place a soft kiss on his lips. “What we’re you playing? It sounded beautiful.”
“Something new actually, I dreamt it last night.” He replies, fingers tip toeing up and down my legs.
“I love it, will you play it again for me?”
“That depends, is that coffee for me?”
“Actually it’s mine, but we can share.”
“Ok,” he takes the cup for me and takes a long sip. “Hmmm perfect. As usual.” He hands me the cup back and kisses me again. Then he starts playing again. With the cup still in my hand I lean against his chest. I close my eyes and just listen, feeling his arms around me and the way our bodies swayed a little as he played I could’ve drifted off right there. Were it not for the hot coffee in my hands. I feel the cup being taken from my hands and smile as I hear him sipping the coffee.
“I’m awake you know, I can hear you drinking my coffee babe.”
“Oh sorry, I thought you were asleep. Didn’t want it going to waste.”
“Uh huh,” I sit up and wrap my arms around his neck. “Did you finish it then?”
He looks down at the cup and bites his lip.
“Um hmm, well keep playing then. Gotta make it up to me.”
“Ok.”
He started playing again and I lean forward, hugging him tighter. He laughs and wraps his arms around me.
“God I love you, I love this, so much. How did I get so lucky?” He says gently rubbing my back.
“I was just thinking the same thing…” I sit up and gently graze his cheek before leaning forward and kissing his lips. It’s not hungry or rough, it’s slow and sweet. The heat building slowly between us. He pulls away for air and rests his forehead on mine.
“So um… do you- do you want to get some breakfast?” He asks.
“No, I just want you. You know, I’ve always fantasized about taking you here…”
“Right here?” His eyebrows raise as he points towards our current position.
“Yeah, right here… what do you say?” I ask taking his hand and placing it on my bum while simultaneously grinding down on him.
“Come here,” he crashed his lips onto mine, this time the kiss was rougher, more passionate. His hands slip under my (his) shirt and he’s surprised to find nothing underneath it. “Babe! Are you- not wearing anything under this shirt?”
“I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to figure that out.”
“You’re a little crazy you know that?”
“Hmm, but it’s one of the reasons you love me right?”
“One of the many reasons, yes. So, let’s see what we can do about making that fantasy a reality…” without warning his finger slips inside me.
“Huh!” I jerk forward and grip his shoulder for support.
“How does that feel?”
“Amazing… but I need more. I need all of you Jo…” I lift my hips up enough for him to slide his tack pants down a little then I slowly lower my self on to him. “Wow, excited are we?”
“What do you think? Your sitting on me with no pants on!”
“Hmm, can’t argue with that.” I say before reconnecting our lips. I hold onto his shoulders for support and start rocking my hips. He thrusts up into me and I can’t help the moans slipping from my lips. We move like this, in perfect sync for a few minutes. His lips are all over me and I can’t get enough of him.
“Are you close yet baby?” He speaks, tearing his lips away from their assault on my neck.
“Hmm…” my movements get faster the closer I get. And then it’s finally happening, I feel my stomach tighten and just as I’m thrown over the edge my teeth sink into his shoulder. I feel him release into me at the same time and this only makes my own orgasm stronger.
After a few minutes of catching our breaths he finally speaks “That was so hot babe.”
“I know, we’ve got to do it again!”
“Yeah we do, but not right now.” He says before finally standing. My legs feel shaky even as he keeps them wrapped around his waist. I can feel our wetness dripping down in between us but neither of us really care.
“How bout a shower and then I’ll make breakfast?”
“Yes, that sounds perfect.” I kiss his lips softly and then rest my head on his shoulder. When he turns to head towards the bathroom I glance back at the piano and see the puddle we’ve left behind! “Oh my god Jo! Look what we did!”
He turns back and laughs, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll clean it later.”
“Ok, oh and sorry about your shoulder.” I say placing a kiss on the fresh teeth marks.
“Don’t be, I loved it! And it didn’t even hurt.”
A few hours later the boys came by for dinner and to work on music. While I was in the kitchen they were hanging around the apartment. Daniel pulled out his notes and went to sit at the piano.
“Hey, what’s up with your stool? What’s that mark?” He asks Jonah.
“Oh- that’s um, that’s just- nothing. I um- I spilled something.”
“Really, cause it looks a little like- oh god no! You two didn’t!”
“Well… it’s my piano.” Jonah says scratching the back of his neck.
“That doesn’t mean you can desecrate it!”
“Hey! I wouldn’t call it desecrating!” I interject.
“Woah wait a minute, does this have anything to do with the bite mark I saw on his shoulder?” Corbyn asks.
“Um…” I look at him nervously biting my lip, both our cheeks crimson.
“Sweet, details later bro!” Zach whispers to Jonah.
“Shut up Zach!” I say punching his arm.
“Yeah and get me a damn chair! I am not sitting on that thing!” Daniel says thumping the back of Zach’s head.
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Say It Back; Jonah Marais
description: your take on a tiktok couple’s trend.
a/n: jonah looks so good I cannot 🥱
“Whatcha doing today?” You turned side to side on the stool, chewing quietly on the open case of blueberries on the counter in front of you.
Jonah sighed over the top of his coffee cup, blowing the steam over instead of up. His dark brows furrowed slightly, lips pursed, “We don’t have plans?”
You shrugged, “I don’t think so. It’s just another Wednesday.”
“And you don’t want to do anything?” Jonah titled his head towards you.
You shook your head, popped another berry. “I don’t have anything in mind.”
“Maybe I’ll see if Svea wants to hang out, then.”
You hummed in response and went in for a sip of your water. Jonah moved to sit beside you, thigh brushing yours. His skin was warm from sleep, those stupid British flag shorts he’d unboxed on his story unmatching his green sweatshirt. You had been up and dressed long before him for class and enjoyed a bit of alone time. Now, he was awake, and you were graced by his presence.
“I have some schoolwork to get done anyways.” You teetered your head until it fell onto his shoulder.
Jonah switched his coffee to his other hand, wrapping the other around your back. “I’ll bring you back a seashell.”
You smiled to yourself, blushing at the sentiment. He always insisted on bringing you things back- shirts from your, dog tags, keychains, post cards, autographs. He wanted you to have things. His love language was gifts, being remembered by someone with a small object even when he’s halfway across the universe.
When you finished your share of berries, you closed the container and put it in the fridge. You made yourself comfortable at your desk and began your schoolwork. Jonah moved around the room, the slowly emptying of his coffee cup signifying the time that went by as he got ready.
You slowly chipped away at your work, eventually getting a pretty decent amount of work done. Jonah was in the shower now, leaving the room quiet. You decided to take a break and opened TikTok on your phone. You planted your chin on your fist, palm on the desk.
You landed on another one of those couple’s TikToks, the sometimes cringey, wholesome-ly cute videos that reminded you of how lucky you were to be in love. Healthy love. This one was a new trend of not saying I love you back when your partner is leaving. You’d always wanted to try doing one of these trends on Jonah, but nothing ever really stuck with you. But this one- this one was good.
You went back to your schoolwork when Jonah came out of the bathroom, knowing that he would be leaving soon. You set your phone up, camera facing the length of your bedroom, and pressed record. He was already dressed and was putting his shoes on. When he sprayed his cologne, filling the room and your senses, you bit back a smile.
“Okay, I’m headed out,” he planted his hands on the back of your computer chair.
You leaned back, looking up at him with a smile, “Have fun.”
Jonah puckered his lips and dipped his head down to kiss you. Your hand caught his chin, held him against you for a moment. He pulled away, stroked your cheek as he went, and said, “Love you.”
“Okay, bye, hun. Have fun with Svea,” you faced your computer again.
Jonah was halfway out the door, but hesitated. “Love you.”
“Have fun!” You echoed, clamping down on your bottom lip with your teeth. Your cheeks were red, burning hot at the laughter holding back in your throat.
Jonah leaned against the doorframe, facing you, “Everything okay?”
You spun to face him, “Yeah, why?”
He furrowed his brows, “You said you didn’t want to do anything today.”
“I don’t,” you nodded at your computer, “I have schoolwork.”
“So,” Jonah’s eyes flickered around, trying to understand why you hadn’t said you loved him, “is everything okay with that? The schoolwork?”
You glanced at the open tabs, “It’s fine. Go, have fun with Svea. Bye!”
Jonah groaned, throwing his head back. You giggled a little and his head snapped forward. “I LOVE YOU!” He exclaimed, bending at the knees as he threw his hands in the air.
You met his eyes, grinning now, “Bye!”
“Baby!” He moved back in front of you, grabbing your hand and shaking you wildly. “If I die, the last thing you would’ve said to me is, ‘Bye.’ I know if I lost the love of my life and all I got was a crummy ‘bye,’ I would literally kill myself.”
You shrugged, though you were giggling, and said, “Cool. Bye.”
Jonah grabbed your face in his hands and started peppering kisses all across your skin. You were a giggling mess now, unable to escape his crazy affection. He said, “Say it back!”
Finally, you gave in, pushing him off of you, “Okay, I LOVE YOU. Now, go, leave- leave!”
Jonah cheered, punching the air. “I will see you later. Love you.”
“Love you.”
You shook your head at his retreating back before facing the camera with bright red cheeks, split with a grin. You turned it off, cut the edges of the video, and posted it on your TikTok. You tagged Jonah, and he was the first person to like and comment on it. His comment had a lot of exclamation marks, a threat that he would get back at you. But, he responded to his own comment with, “I love you.”
The fans loved it, to say the least.
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Glitter & Crimson ~Jonah Marais~
Summary: your roommate jonah has some relationship problems at 3 in the morning so he comes to your room to see you.
Word Count: 1.4k
Pairings: jonah marais x roommate!reader
Warnings: none
A/N: i've been wanting to write a fic that was kind of based off All Time Low's 'Glitter & Crimson' for the longest time and it kept getting pushed to the bottom of my priority list. but i have lots of time lately so i finally wrote this.
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it's a typical story three in the morning, you're holding my head
Long nights alone had become a regular thing for you, seeing as how your roommate and best friend was a member of a popular band. He normally switched from being away for months at a time, to being home every night with a different girl.
However, that changed when he met Violet. He still wasn't home much but whenever he wasn't on tour, he spent his time with her. You were happy for him because for the first time since you've known him, he was never upset. He never stopped smiling.
And even though you were happy that he was happy, there was always a part of you that knew something wrong was bound to happen. That's just how the universe worked. It also didn't help that you & Violet never got along. She was nice to you when Jonah was around but when he left you two alone, the atmosphere in the room got thick and she would be rude to you.
You tried telling Jonah that Violet didn't like you but he kept insisting that it was an insane thing to say and that she loved everyone. He didn't even want to hear it when you started to tell him that she was going to hurt him.
So now here you were, alone in your room, unable to sleep at 3 in the morning because Jonah was on a date with his girlfriend. You couldn't quite figure out why this bothered you but it was keeping you up.
You thought you were about to finally fall asleep but you thought wrong when you heard the apartment door slam shut. Not wanting to be nosy, you stayed put. It wasn't until there was a soft knock on your bedroom door.
"Y/n, are you still awake?" Jonah whispered and opened your door a little bit. You turned your bedside lamp on and sat up straight. The look on Jonah's face broke your heart. His eyes were red and you knew he had been crying.
"Hey, what's wrong, Jo?" you moved over so he could sit next to you but he didn't answer your question. Instead, he put his head in your lap and you played with his hair. "You only do this when you're upset. I was starting to miss this because you've been happy for 8 months. So, what's the reason you're doing this?"
"I don't say this very often but you were right." he sighed and looked up at you.
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, I thought Violet and I were having a great night but then, out of nowhere, she broke up with me. Said it was because I spend too much time talking about you and the guys, and that she was tired of hearing your name come out of my mouth."
"Well, if you want to get her back, I can move out or something."
"No, I don't want that. That's the last thing I'd want." he quickly sat up and looked into your eyes. "Please don't move out."
"Okay. I won't do that." you looked at your best friend and sighed. He looked like an absolute train wreck. "Is there anything I can help you with so you can get back together with her?"
"I take back what I just said. Getting back with Violet is the last thing I'd want."
"I thought you really loved her."
"Yeah, I thought so too but I don't anymore. Not after I realized just how horrible she is. Why didn't I listen to you? You're always right."
"Yes I am." you retorted, causing Jonah to chuckle a little. "But I don't blame you for not listening. Love makes you do crazy things."
"It does, but it also makes you think."
"That is very true, Jo."
"And maybe," he paused for a second to think about something. "Maybe it also allows you to realize that your one true love was so much closer than you originally thought."
"I wish that was the case for me but I think I've only loved one person my entire life."
"Really? You never told me about that."
"I know." you looked up at him again and he no longer looked upset. He did look a little concerned though. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I'm trying to figure out why you'd hide something like that from me."
"It's complicated, Jonah."
"I tell you everything so why can't you tell me?"
"I said it's complicated. Can't you just drop it?"
"Why is it so complicated? All you have to do is tell me."
"Not gonna happen." you shook your head and looked down at your hands, which were now shaking under this pressure. You suddenly realized the reason you were still awake at 3 in the morning. And that was because you were in love with Jonah. You knew you couldn't tell him now, especially not since he had just gotten out of a relationship a few hours ago.
"Y/n, please? We promised we would never keep secrets from each other." he reached for your hands and you let him hold them for a few moments before you pulled them away. "In fact, I just remembered something I've been keeping from you."
"Okay. What is it?"
"Let's make a deal. If you tell me who you think you love, I'll tell you my secret. But you gotta tell me first."
"I don't think I can, Jonah. It's difficult & I just came to that realization like 2 hours ago."
"I think my secret has been jumping around in my brain for a few hours too." he took your hands again and this time you didn't pull them away. "You don't have to tell me right now. You can tell me when you're ready. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Jo." you offered him a smile and he quickly returned it. The way he was looking at you suddenly made you feel a little self-conscious. He returned his head to your lap and your hands went to play with his hair. It lulled him to sleep and you thought this was the perfect moment to let your secret out. Placing a soft kiss to his head, you whispered "I love you, Jonah."
"I love you too." he mumbled softly. It was something that you both said to each other regularly so you weren't sure if this was genuine or not. You waited a few moments before shifting into a more comfortable position. Jonah stirred and then sat back up. "Like, a lot."
"What?"
"I said that I love you."
"I know you do. We say that to each other all the time."
"No. I mean I REALLY love you. As in I'm IN LOVE with you."
"What? No you're not." you chuckled and got off your bed. Suddenly nervous under his gaze, you began pacing back and forth. "That's not true. How could it be possible?"
"How is anything possible, really?" he stood up and walked to you. "Look, all I know is that I've come to the recent realization that I'm in love with the most amazing and wonderful girl on the planet. I'm in love with your beauty, your heart, your soul & just everything about you makes my heart soar like crazy. I know this is sudden and a surprise but it's true. And I don't care if you don't feel the same way. I just don't like keeping secrets from someone who means so much to me." he went to your bedroom door and stopped for a second. It was almost like he was trying to find where all the confidence suddenly came from.
"It's you, Jonah."
"Come again?" he briefly froze but then turned around to face you, confusion written all over his face.
"The person who I think I love." you sighed. "That's you. And subconsciously, I think I've known for a while now. I mean, everything just makes sense now."
"I really wish it didn't take me this whole time to figure out how I feel. The last 8 months were nice but looking back, if they had been with you, I wouldn't be here at 4 in the morning confessing my love."
"I think we need to make up for lost time then." you smiled and moved closer.
"We certainly do." he smiled and looked down at you. "We certainly do."
'cause i'm a supernova and you're my four leaf clover
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first sleepover (j.m.)
a/n: hey! i apologise for not posting in ages but i really hope you enjoy this imagine, especially the lovely anon that requested it (and has been waiting very very very patiently<3)
summary: this request! you spend the night at jonah’s apartment for the first time.
under the starry glow of the ceiling projector, you watch the credits of Me Before You roll on the brightly-lit screen of jonah’s laptop, the small names reflecting in your eyes as they make their journey over each person in the cast and crew. your soft sniffles go unnoticed by the boy beside you, whose body went limp with sleep at what seemed to be the half-way mark, his head nestled into your chest, unruly brunette strands tickling your skin as you scratched his scalp tenderly. you considered pausing the movie to let him sleep, not only in your arms but also in the unusual quietness that cradled the neighbourhood. yet, between the snug sensation of his weight upon your chest and his muffled snores whispering through his bedroom, you weren’t too worried about the noise possibly waking jonah up. plus, there was no chance you were willingly going to deprive yourself of lou and will’s beautiful yet bittersweet love story; their romance was too compelling to stop watching.
although now, you press your lips to his forehead for a final kiss before peeling off the blankets and easing out of bed, bringing the empty popcorn bowl and empty box of tissues with you to the kitchen. the transition from his room, rendered with a vivid blue to the scarce lighting in the rest of the apartment catches you off guard, causing you to nearly stumble over the cat padding silently across the hallway. “hey there, little guy” you breathe out. wesley’s dark fur tickles your ankles as you crouch down to greet him with a quick scratch under his chin before he slinks off into jonah’s room through the small crack in the door.
you set the empty bowl in the sink, throw the empty box in the recycling and take a cup from the drying rack, placing it under the running faucet to chug a glass of water before shuffling around the kitchen quietly to look for a snack. you begin scanning the cluttered cabinets for something to eat. usually, jonah’s home would be brimming with all the food and snacks one could wish for but tonight seems to be an exception. after a while of searching to no avail, you find yourself reaching for the handles of the cabinets that store his cutlery and dishes, hoping to find a stray packet of chips or candy, but you end up finding something way more interesting than a mere packet of sweets. the sight of an almost full gift bag with pastel dyed tissue paper peeking out of the top tugs up the corners of your lips, and in remembering the significance of this particular saturday night, you can’t help but succumb to the giddy feelings that creep over you, warming your skin from head to toe.
you don’t want to make this occasion a big deal, to put too much weight on something many couples simply consider the norm. however, to say you aren’t excited about sleeping over at his apartment for the first time would be an understatement. you carefully pull out the gift bag from its place hidden behind the plates in the cupboard, hastily glancing around the place as if you don’t want to be caught red handed sneaking a glimpse at what is inside.
wesley, seemingly unbothered by your disappearance into the kitchen, had occupied your spot in bed next to jonah and curled into his chest. soon enough, jonah is awoken by the movements of his cat, spreading his consciousness further as he rubs his eyes. he leans forward, a sleepy groan slipping past his lips as he props his elbows on the mattress to find you disguised in the neon blue light of his room, but his eyes only meet the beams of a distant street-lamp, its light bleeding through the blinds and the colourful, swirling ribbons of his laptop’s screensaver.
“y/n,” he calls your name weakly, confused as to why you’re not cuddled beside him. though it isn’t long until he guesses that you’re in the kitchen, proven by the distant sounds of the cabinet doors and drawers closing and the crinkling of food wrappers. the sounds prompt the memory of the gifts he’d bought earlier in the week, and the question of whether his hiding spot for the said gifts was good enough anchors a sense of nervousness in his mind. but it isn’t until he sees a glimmer of the pastel coloured gift bag from around the corner through the small opening of his door that he feels a panicked lump form in his throat.
he jumps up out of bed, almost bumping into you as you walk in gleefully with the gift bag dangling from your forearm. “y/n,” he sighs. his raspy voice is drenched in disappointment, but you notice it in his face first as you halt your attempt to sneak through the doorway into his ensuite. it’s written in his features from his creased eyebrows to the gentle frown playing at his lips and you feel the awful sensation of guilt hollowing a pit in your stomach for ruining what seems to be his planned surprise.
“i was only going to eat a little,” you mumble, looking up at him bashfully, referring to the handful of sweets you had secretly eaten.
“‘a little’, huh?” he chuckles, bringing your hand up to challenge your obvious lie with the sight of a fistful of candy wrappers clutched slyly in your grasp.
“yep,” you move your hand back to your side, attempting to change the subject. “you are the sweetest though, you know that? getting me all this,” you’re hoping the wide grin on your face withers away his disappointment and you glance down at the gift bag, gaze scrolling over the several, small gifts he had bought you, from the plentiful snacks and candy to the new skincare products he knew you loved to use.
“i thought i hid that gift pretty well,” he admits, slumping back onto the bed with a deep sigh, his gaze swimming over the artificial stars dappling the ceiling.
“never underestimate me when i’m hungry. i practically have a sixth sense when it comes to finding something to eat” you joke light-heartedly, though it doesn’t seem to perk up jonah’s deflated mood. “it’s okay though, i was so surprised when i saw it.” you offer him a reassuring smile, reaching for his hands to pull him up so he’s sitting upright. you’re crouched down in front of him, caressing his hand in yours, “you fell asleep during the movie, i ruined your surprise,” you realise these two events are of differing severity but still add “can we call it even? kinda?”, giving him the brightest grin, you can muster at this hour.
“sure.” he pulls a tight smile, and a few seconds pass until he reveals “i also have another surprise.” he adores the way your face lights up, “but wait here,” he sets his hands on your arms, urging you to sit on the bed patiently. “i’m not letting you spoil this one too.”
jonah heads straight to the en-suite, switching on the light before he turns to the countertop to retrieve two sets of matching pyjamas in the cabinet under the sink. he flashes a warm smile once he walks back into the bedroom, offering out one set of black, velvet pyjamas to you. the two of you agree, along with many others, that wearing a pair of brand-new, soft pyjamas is simply one of the best, most pleasant feelings, so jonah expected nothing less than the beaming grin that swept across your face. “oh my god, i love them!” you push off the bed excitedly, moving to kiss his cheek once “thank you! thank you! thank you!” you clutch the pyjamas to your chest as you rush into the bathroom to put them on, leaving jonah in your wake, chuckling at your obvious eagerness.
a cozy vibe soon settles around the two of you as you progress through the steps of your individual nightly routines. the low hum of music jonah had put on at your request is accompanied by the gentle murmur of your conversation and the calming scents of a nearby candle wisping into the bathroom. you had suggested the two of you put on the face masks, one of the items jonah had generously gifted you, earning not only an agreement from jonah but also a keen request to go first. now, you’re both standing behind the mirror, facing each other and sporting your matching velvet pyjamas while jonah finishes applying the face mask to your face.
“okay,” he smiles, passing you the bowl with a gentle kiss, “my turn.”
you laugh lightly at his eagerness. “are you enjoying this?” you inquire, mixing the paste haphazardly with the brush.
“yeah,”
“like actually enjoying this? because we can do something else if you want. we could play a video game or-”
“no, y/n. i am enjoying this. i enjoy absolutely everything when i’m with you.”
“really?”
“of course.” he leans down to share a few kisses, “now, hurry up, i expect you to be done tonight, not two years from now,” he jokes, receiving a scoff in fake offence and a light shove to his shoulder.
despite the cooling sensation the face mask was supposed to have on your skin, you feel every inch of it heating up from his words - especially the loving line ‘i enjoy absolutely everything when i’m with you’ that he reveals so effortlessly - and the touch of his lips. the love etched in each syllable drips over you like the moonlight trickling in through the bare bathroom window and the feeling of his lips on yours quickens your heartbeat as much as if you'd just completed a sprint. you hope this never changes, that you never get tired of his flirtatious smiles whenever his gaze lingers on you, the amused twist of his lips whenever he makes a joke at your expense, or the way his arm always finds its way across your waist when you cuddle. you know for a fact that you’ll never get over nights like these, where you and jonah can let go of everything and simply show each other love.
there aren’t any expectations to do or say anything when you're just in each other’s presence, no pressure of finding something to say in conversational silences or filling every moment together with an activity. you wouldn’t trade anything for these ordinary and silent moments with him. it’s quiet when you’re finishing applying the face mask to his face, dipping the brush a final time to fill any missed spots. you drop the brush into the bowl when you’re done. “perfect” your grin is contagious. your eyes meet once again and your smiles press against each other’s for another loving kiss. as per the directions, the pair of you wait several minutes before washing off the face masks. jonah’s patting his face with a hand towel, droplets of water rolling over his skin when you pipe up with a question.
your face is freshly moisturised and glowing under the bright overhead lighting. “what’s next?” you prompt, clasping your hands together enthusiastically.
jonah turns to his phone on the bathroom countertop, tapping his screen to glance at the time before he responds. the numbers 12:32am on the screen seem to make him more tired and he looks back at you. a yawn tumbles from his lips as he asks “wanna watch some netflix?” the suggestion is a simple one, but a perfect one nonetheless, and you agree with a nod before taking his hand and making your way out the adjoining bathroom to his bed.
wes hasn’t moved since you last saw him practically buried in the warm mess of blankets, but as you and jonah plop onto the bed tiredly with content sighs, the cuddly cat wastes no time settling into the small space between the pair of you, relishing in the abundance of warmth and attention. jonah laughs lightly as you murmur an “awww”, your heart melting at the cat’s sweet action. he moves in closer, his hand finding yours as he shifts more comfortably against the headboard. he uses his free hand to pull his idle laptop on his lap and put netflix back on. as he scrolls through the countless movies, you bring the gift bag up on the bed and search for another snack, ultimately deciding on m&m’s.
“thanks for tonight j,” you let your head drop lazily on jonah’s shoulder, inviting him to share the packet of m&m’s with you.
“my pleasure, baby, tonight’s about you and me,” his fingers find the roots of you hair and he plops a handful into his mouth, brushing his fingers through the strands.
“us”. you correct him.
“exactly,” he offers you a bright smile, “which is why i think it’s only fair that it's my turn to pick a movie” he pushes the laptop in the middle.
you can’t help but be a little sceptical, jonah’s full of surprises. “okay, what is it?”
“top gun”
“that’s fine. but i’m not letting you off the hook. you still need to finish watching ‘me before you’. you argue, thoughts travelling back to the memories of the film as he presses the spacebar to start the second movie of the night.
“deal,” the two of you seal the agreement with a handshake.
however, only five minutes into the movie, you find yourself in the position jonah was in earlier, your eyelids closing under the weight of happy exhaustion and your mind captured by thoughts other than those of the film in front of you. you’re unsure whether the amount of sugar you had consumed is to blame or the calming, naturally sleep-inducing company of your boyfriend. it seems the roles have reversed now, and it’s jonah who has his arm slung over your shoulders while you’re asleep in his loving embrace. well, not totally asleep, because the moment he removes his arm from around your shoulders, slowly inching his legs to the edge of the bed under the blankets, you wake up, eyes squinting as you mumble, “don’t move.”
your arm interlocks with his when he tries again, “i’m just going to get some water, i’ll be a second”. he places a soft kiss to your forehead, but it doesn’t suffice.
“no, please don’t move. you’re warm and if you leave, i won’t be comfy anymore.” you try to give him a warning look, but suspect that it isn’t as threatening as you hope because you only a ripple of muffled giggles in response.
there’s no denying the rosy colour blooming on jonah’s cheeks at your words and the smile dimpling his cheeks is evident in his voice as he rubs a hand over your back, “okay, y/n. whatever you want.”
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Mother’s Day - Jonah Marais
Jonah Marais x fem!reader (she/her pronouns) oneshot
Summary: Husband!Jonah and your kids surprise you on Mother’s Day. What I imagine Mother’s Day with him would be like (fluff)
Warnings: Cursing (not really). Fluff and Jonah being really in love. (Let me know if I missed anything)
Y/C/E: Your color eyes Y/F/M: Your favorite movie
Italics: Flashback
AN: MY SECOND POST!!! When you’re done reading come and talk to me if you want!! Please enjoy!
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Jonah’s POV
Waking up next to my beautiful sleeping wife, I can’t help but smile. It only grows bigger when I realize what today is. It’s Saturday and today’s Mother’s Day. Y/N and I have four kids together and another one on the way. Our oldest Benjamin, or Ben, is seven years old. Next is Andrew who is five years old. The two youngest kids are twins Hayden and Amanda. They are only one years old. The little pea my wife is carrying has only been there for six weeks.
When I first met Y/N, I knew she was the one. We met at a movie theater. I was walking out of the bathroom looking for my band mates when I ran into something, better yet, someone. Popcorn flew all around us, and when I looked up, I swear my heart stopped for a second. Y/N was the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. I could get lost in her Y/C/E eyes if given the chance.
When I snapped out of my gaze, I started to apologize. Smiling, she told me that it was alright.
“It’s alright, it’s not like everyday I bump into a handsome stranger.”
Blushing, I quickly responded with:
“You’re right. I can’t believe I just ran into a literal goddess. You know what would make this even better?” I say gathering up courage to ask for her phone number.
“No… what is it?” She asked, eyeing me slightly.
“Your phone number….”
Needless to say, it worked out perfectly. I asked her out, and six years later we got married. Now we have this incredible family.
Quickly getting out of bed, but making sure I didn’t wake up Y/N, I walked over to each of our children’s rooms. Waking them up with the same phrase:
“Wake up bubs, we have to go make mama’s breakfast. It’s Mother’s Day.”
Going downstairs, I strap the twins into their seats so they can watch me and their big brothers work. Halfway through making Y/N’s favorite breakfast meal, I get a text. Before I even see the screen I know it’s my wife.
After finishing up Y/N’s breakfast and putting it on a tray for breakfast in bed, I go to grab her gift. I also tell the kids to get their presents for her. When we have everything we need, we head upstairs. Like I told her to do, Y/N is asleep snuggling my pillow. Softly shaking her, her eyes start to open.
Y/N’s POV
Feeling someone softly shake me, I slowly open my eyes. In front of me are my three boys, daughter, and husband. A smile quickly appears on my face. Sitting up and leaning against the headboard I ask:
“Hello my loves. What is all of this?”
They all break into a smile. As if they’re one person, they say in sync:
“Happy Mother’s Day!”
Jonah’s POV
Seeing Y/N’s eyes light up when she looks at us, makes my heart swell. She loves all of us so much and will do anything for us.
Walking over to her, I put the tray of food on her lap.
“We made you your favorite breakfast and we each have gifts to give you after we watch a movie together while you eat.” I inform her. Leaning over to kiss her, I can’t help but smile. After all of these years her kisses still make me have butterflies in my stomach.
She nods and I beckon the kids over to the bed. Putting on Y/F/M, we all snuggle together while she eats her breakfast.
*after the movie is done*
“Alright kids let’s give momma her presents. Like always, the youngest goes first.” I excitedly tell our kids.
Amanda gives Y/N a little drawing with her handprints that she probably did at school.
Hayden gives her a rock that has a face, clothes and hair.
Andrew gives Y/N a tiny jar with positive words that describe her.
Ben gives her a photo album full of his favorite images.
After each gift, Y/N gives each kid a kiss on the cheek. Thanking them, she pulls them into a group hug. Squealing they hug back. When they let go she turns to me.
“And what about you mister?” She teasingly asks.
Laughing, I pick up a basket full of things Y/N loves. Giving it to her, I wonder how it’s even possible that her smile gets bigger. Looking through everything, she puts the gift with the other ones and pulls me in for a kiss. It’s passionate and lovely until we have to pull away hearing our kids fake gagging. Y/N not being able to hold in her giggle let’s it out.
“Sorry kiddos. I just love your daddy very much. Thank you for such an amazing surprise.” She exclaims happily.
“Oh there’s more to come honey. It’s only the morning. Come on let’s go get ready so we can go to the next surprise.”
The expression on her face makes me chuckle. I couldn’t be happier with my wife and kids. This is exactly how I want to spend the rest of my life. I can’t describe the emotion I’m feeling, but I know I love my family so fucking much.
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jonahmarais: Happy Mother's Day to Y/N and all of the amazing mothers out there. All you mothers are such incredible and strong women. Y/N thank you so much for giving me such a wonderful family. I couldn't ask for anything better. I love you so much. Hope you all have a great day!
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yourinstagram: Thank you so much baby! I love you. You are the best husband ever!
corbynbesson: Awww, you guys are so cute. Happy Mother’s Day Y/N!!
jonah_yn_lover: Ahhhhh!!! Omg the content we fucking deserve. Did Amanda make this? Y'all are just so cute.
↳ yourinstagram: jonah_yn_lover yes she did! I think she made it at school
seaveydaniel: You're making me want to have a child of my own. I don't know how you guys handle four and one more coming 😫
jackaverymusic: Lav misses you guys. Especially Amanda. Btw Lav says hi. She literally started smiling when I showed her this post
↳ yourinstagram: jackaverymusic AWWWW Amanda says hi too ☺️
imzachherron: HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY BEST FRIEND!!! Okay sorry for yelling. I'm just very excited for no reason at all.
_limelight_fan: Ahh it's so weird to see Jonah as a dad of almost five. He was just a little baby a couple of years ago. I'm going to cry
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yourinstagram: I have such a wonderful family. Thank you to Jonah and my kids for making this day extra special. Thanks all of you for the wishes. I got some amazing gifts from my four children and husband. This is just one of them Love you all!
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jonah_yn_lover: I'm so jealous. You have such a great family. I love you both so much. Have a great day Y/N.
jonahmarais: I love you too baby. It's the least that I can do to thank you for pushing four kids out of you and one more to come.
imzachherron: Those are some pretty flowers… but not as cute as my niece and nephews
seaveydaniel: Y/N can I come over and play with my niece and nephews? I also want to wish you a happy Mother's Day in person.
↳ yourinstagram: seaveydaniel of course. They want to see you too.
↳ jackaverymusic: yourinstagram seaveydaniel I'm coming too. Daniel might need some help watching them. Plus they're all so cute and squishable.
↳ _limelight_fan: seaveydaniel I love how cute and supportive the boys comments are. Hope you have a wonderful Mother's Day today Y/N. You deserve it.
corbynbesson: Dang it Jonah you beat me. I wanted to comment before you did. Oh never mind. All I can see is flowers but I can feel the love through the screen. Love you both.
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AN: THE END!! I hope you enjoyed. If you can’t tell I have a little bit of an obsession with fake Instagram posts lol. More posts to come. If you have any requests feel free to let me know!! Have a great day.
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the lotus inn (d.s)
pairing: daniel seavey x gn!reader
summary: sneaking out with your best friend on the sunday night two days before your exam might have actually been the break you needed, but you would've never realised how special that night would've ended up becoming.
inspired by: 'hotel' by claire rosinkranz and 'lotus inn' by why don't we.
word count: 1.7k
trigger warnings: trespassing on private property, sneaking out, exam stress, reckless behaviour in general. some swearing too i think
a/n: i stumbled upon the beginnings of this while cleaning out my drafts and i really wanted to finish it so.... also i haven't written something in ages so pleasee go easy on me! (i also apologise for how short this is)
This was not how you wanted to spend your weekend. The dim, barely plausible light emitting from your lamp desk was the only source of illumination throughout the whole house and was barely enough to unjumble the mess of words printed on your textbook pages. Running another hand through your hair, you let out a frustrated groan. Nothing was sticking in your mind and the constant ping and glow of your phone screen wasn't benefiting you in the slightest.
With a heavy sigh, you finally gave in, reaching for your phone to check the onslaught of incoming messages that had been distracting you all night. You found yourself staring at more than enough texts from all your friends, each one questioning your whereabouts.
You swiped right on the top notification on your phone, opening a thread of messages from your best friend, Daniel. All while choosing to ignore the little flutter your heart gave you.
11:02 pm
Hey, are we still meeting at my place or do you want me to drive you?
Are you still coming?
???
Hello?
“Shit,” you mumble to yourself. It was a Sunday night and you had promised him and a few other friends the week before that you'd go out with them again, only problem was that you weren't exactly allowed to. With the massive exam that was coming up in just two days, your parents had forced you to take time away from your reckless activities and focus on getting a passing grade. Which of course, you knew was the right thing to do and so far you had been sticking to the newly enforced rule pretty well; but now, at almost 10 minutes to midnight with your sanity tipping over the edge, you were almost craving to feel any ounce of fun or adrenaline that you had been so deprived of. So, without letting yourself think twice about it, you typed in a quick “meet me at my place” before hitting send and pressing your phone to the wooden desk softly to avoid making any loud noise.
Gnawing lightly on your lip, you stared at the black screen expectantly and when it lit up with it’s bright white glow you snatched it up without haste and swiped open the message, “be there in 10 :))”
Your belly did somersaults, both from the rush of adrenaline you got from sneaking out and from meeting up with Daniel.
As you carefully moved around your bedroom, pulling on a jacket and a pair of shoes, your mind couldn’t help but wander back to the thought of him. Although you’d never admit it to anyone that asked, you found yourself falling for the blonde. The way he smiled, the way he talked, the way he laughed, everything had you falling - helplessly, hopelessly.
Stuffing your phone in your denim pocket, you slid your bedroom window up, the cold gust of night air engulfing you, as if welcoming you back to this familiar practice. You swung your feet out the window, your old converse hitting the roof of the bottom floor of your house. The slanting roof made for a difficult surface to steady yourself on, but you had done this enough times before that you quickly regained your sloppy balance. You lowered your body closer to the cold roof tiles, before sliding down it, carefully maneuvering yourself until your feet landed in the garden beds.
Letting out a sigh of relief you walk towards the footpath, the smile consuming yourself at the successful escape only grew at the sight of Daniel’s car slowing as it neared the corner of your street. The two of you had planned enough of the Sunday night sneak-outs that he knew well enough that driving right to the front of your house was a bad idea.
Your walk turned into a jog that broke into a run as you approached his car, butterflies swarming your chest as you opened the passenger door and relaxed into the familiar seats.
“Shit, that looked like you were escaping from a prison,” Daniel joked, an amused smile playing on his lips and you had to remind yourself not to stare.
“Sure felt like it,” you answer, letting out a pleased exhale, both excited and relieved to finally get away from all the stress and worries that have been clouding your mind.
“Ready to get outta here?”
“Never could be more.”
As you watch your little house on the end of the cul-de-sac disappear from view you feel a sense of almost relief.
Guess old habits die hard.
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The car ride is a far from silent drive, the two of you playing your favourite songs as loud as possible, windows rolled down as you drove down the highway. The moon glistening over the crashing waves made for ethereal scenery to this forever memory.
His fingers drum to the beat of the music on the steering wheel, you nodding your head as your eyes trace the outlines of the waves. Swiveling your neck so you're facing him you ask, “you still haven't told me where we’re going.”
Daniel smirks, eyes still on the road as he exits off the highway. “It’s a secret.”
You exhale loudly in dismay, “come on Dani, please.”
“We’re almost there, goof,” he chuckles as he turns the car down another street, “just be patient.”
You grin at the nickname - the one he only has for you - trying your best to hide it as you roll your eyes at him.
It takes less than 20 minutes before Daniel slows the car to a stop. You look out the window, surveying your dodgy surroundings. There’s not much besides an iron gate and some European-style stone walls. The rest of the vicinity was tree and bush besides the road in front of you that carried on for a little ways more.
Daniel lets himself out of the car, before walking around to your side and opening your door for you.
“Daniel, are you kidnapping me,” you joke as you step out of the vehicle, analysing the iron gate closer, the red sign on it reads ‘Staff Access Only’ in bright white letters.
He laughs again, and your heart does a stupid little jump at the sound. “No, actually,” He says, passing you a torch, “now be quiet and follow me.”
Flicking your torch on, you follow the blonde as he jumps the fence, before navigating what seems to be the backyard of a small hotel house. The house itself reminds you of a beach house, and the backyard has a small pool and garden area.
Finding random old hotels to sneak into actually wasn’t out of the ordinary for your small group of friends, it might’ve been a reckless and dangerous activity but it’s not like you have ever been caught. Anyways, what’s life without a little adrenaline?
As you approach the hotel-beach-house you can hear the muted laughter of your friends and the faint sound of music. The light pouring out of the tall glass windows shines and shimmers over the pool's surface. Daniel takes your hand softly in his, your fingers weaving together before he pulls you into the house behind him. The two of you navigate the small crowd of your friends together, saying the occasional hi and hello to familiar faces.
The both of you find yourself in the middle of the room, Daniel swaying you playfully to the music as he takes both your hands, and before you’re aware of it, half the night has escaped you. The both of you are dancing and singing to whatever songs your friends are playing over their small bluetooth speakers for what feels like hours. Your feet ache and you're drunk on the night air. You’re laughing and smiling like an idiot, all caught up in the feeling of him, his presence, the way he makes it feel like only the both of you exist in this moment.
You can’t help but get lost in the little details of him. His blonde hair all messy from the dancing, the way the lights shine off the surface of his face, his stupidly cute smile as he sang along to the lyrics of the song, and you loved the way he looked like that. It’s a smile that reminds you how much you feel for him, how deep your love runs.
And you hate that he doesn’t know, and you hate that he won’t know because you’re too scared of the outcome not being what you expect. For him to say no or step out of your life completely.
But then he grabs your hand, pulling you in and twirling you around, he’s saying stuff, his mouth running excitedly but none of it processes in your mind. You’re too caught up with the drumming of your heart, the feeling clouding all your senses, ears too loud, mind too foggy. But then he looks at you with that smile, the one that lights up the room and puts sparkles in his eyes, it’s so wide that he’s squinting and he’s looking at you.
Not anyone else, it’s you that brings out that smile.
You feel light at the realisation, like you're floating on a cloud. You’re not sure if it’s the fact that tonight feels so dreamy and magical, but you don’t want to waste the moment. You don’t want to hate yourself for the rest of your life because you didn’t take the chance to kiss Daniel Seavey.
So you wish your secrets farewell.
You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to your level before pressing your lips to his. The millisecond of fear and regret is immediately overcome by warmth when he grabs your waist, easing into the kiss as he pulls you impossibly closer.
It feels electric, which you find cliche and stupid but it does. Like every fibre of your being is on fire, like fireworks are exploding over your skin. You hope to God that he feels this way too.
When he pulls away, he’s smiling, grinning so wide it’s contagious. He’s easily the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.
“I’ve wanted to do that since forever,” he confesses. His hand is still on your waist.
You’re absolutely lost for words. Still running high on the ecstasy from the kiss and now his confession makes your knees buckle and mind fog over.
But he doesn’t seem to mind. He reels you in, kissing you again, it’s soft and sweet and you're drunk on the taste of him. You feel his smile against your lips, in turn making you do the same. You don't ever want this night to end. It feels good, it feels right. It feels like home.
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Daniel: Hey, Y/N, why is there a piece of paper in your jeans pocket that says "Jonah did it"?
Y/N: OH! That's cause, in case I get murdered, the police will find the note and know that it was Jonah, even if it wasn't him.
Jonah: Why would you do that?
Y/N: Because you'll probably get a jail sentence from 30 to life, and you won't remarry!!
Jonah:
Daniel: I like your trick! Imma do that too!
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I write fan-fiction just for myself and never post because I don't want people to feel uncomfortable. If I only see my works then I don't feel as bad about it. Also I never finish any of them so it works out for me in the end.
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a blurb about cuddling with jo?
You tossed your bag on the floor and kicked your shoes off the second you came through the door, eager to finally get the chance to lie down after a long and not so great day.
"Y/n?" Jonah called from the kitchen, as if he wasn't sure it was you or not.
You followed his voice and met him in the kitchen, where he was plating dinner for both of you.
"I made fettuccine," he smiled, knowing how much you loved when he made that.
"Bless you," you sighed, grabbing the plate from him and leaving the room. "We're eating on the couch tonight!"
He followed you and took his usual spot beside you as you put on your favorite show and ate eagerly.
You set your plate down on the coffee table and Jonah followed, after which you immediately flopped over onto his shoulder.
"Long day?" he asked, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close.
"You have no idea," you muttered, closing your eyes as you melted into his warmth and scent that was so comforting to you.
He rubbed his hand along your back and shoulders, leaving goosebumps in his wake as he kissed the top of your head. You sat in comfortable silence for a while, feeling perfectly at ease.
"You're so comfy," you said quietly, feeling the softness of the hoodie he had on and moving up to his soft hair.
"I try my best," he smiled cheekily, giving you a small squeeze.
"Well if you keep it up I'm gonna fall asleep before the episode's even over," you pointed out, although you weren't complaining.
"That's okay, rest, I'll carry you to bed after," he said softly. "I wanna stay like this for a while."
You nodded in agreement and snuggled closer, happy to have him to come home to.
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You can’t replace Us
Pairing: Jonah Marais x Plus Size Reader
Summary: Jonah found out you’re talking to someone else after the break up…
Note: Sorry I haven’t been as active on here guys I’ve been super super busy I promise to try and be on here more.
Warnings🛑: smut(unprotected vaginal sex, dubcon aspects, dom/sub aspects, oral(fem receiving), overstimulation), jonah being possessive😍
As much as you tried, your ex-boyfriend had been the only thing on your mind lately…
The break up was pretty nasty, you were sent multiple videos and messages of him being seen kissing or making out with other girls. He claimed them to be fake, but you were so angry and hurt you couldn’t listen to anything he had to say. You packed your stuff and drove to a close friends house to crash for the time being.
It’s been a little over two months, neither of you had even attempted to speak to the other. Dani tried to mediate but it just made things worse, he hated seeing two of his best friends fighting when he knew they belonged together.
Rumors soon started speculating of you supposedly messaging another guy, and that was Jonah’s ticking point. He grabbed his keys and wallet, furiously stomping to his car before speeding to where you were staying.
You were laying in bed when suddenly Jonah burst into the room, scaring the shit out of you. He yanked your legs down to the edge of the bed, a look of pure anger on his handsome face. He bent close, shoving himself between your legs.
“Who is he?” Jonah hissed as he squeezed your thick thighs in his large hands.
“What are you talking about?” you asked, shoving at his chest and failing to get him away from you. 
“The fucker you���ve been messaging and meeting up with?!” he exclaimed, taking your hands that were pushing him and pinning them above your head.
This compromising position made your heart thump in a way you didn’t want it to, he couldn’t win.
“Not that it’s any of your business since you cheated on me, but I’m not talking or meeting up with anyone. I haven’t left this bed since we broke up Jonah.” you explained with annoyance as you tried to buck your hips to push him off, but this only made you rub your lower half against the bulge in his pants.
“How many fucking times do I have to tell you I didn’t cheat!” Jonah growled, subtly grinding down into you.
“J-Jonah, don’t.” you gasped, his smirk sinister as he removed one hand and trailed it down your cheek to your neck.
“I know you can’t resist me baby, and I can’t resist you.” he whispered wickedly, a shiver ran down your spine.
You didn’t remember how it happened, but the next thing you knew was that you and Jonah were both heatedly making out, clothes were being torn off, and hands could not stay in one place. His kisses trailed down your neck, leaving deep purple marks on your skin. You returned the favor of course, then he was venturing lower.
“JoJo,” you whispered, watching as he spread your legs so he had full access to your lower region.
“So beautiful,” he spoke to himself before diving in.
Jonah couldn’t help himself as he buried his face in your wetness, licking and slurping at you like he’d been deprived for years. Your head flew back into the pillows, the feeling of his skilled tongue working you sent shivers down your spine. His hands smoothed up under your thighs, intertwining your fingers when he found them firmly gripping the sheets.
You held on tight as you quickly felt your high coming, but Jonah never lost his pace with his amazing mouth. He held you down as you squirmed, removing his fingers from yours to clamp your hips down as he shook his head into you.
“Fuck-shit-‘m gonna cum baby, please, please.” you whined, gasping as he sucked harshly on your clit.
A loud moan escaped as you came in his mouth, Jonah wasting no time drinking it all in. He couldn’t help himself as he kept licking, sucking, and savoring your taste. Meanwhile you were seeing stars since he hadn’t stopped since your first orgasm which had quickly became a second and third.
You pushed at his head, the euphoric feeling becoming too overwhelming, but all Jonah did was grasp your hands in his and hold them down as he held you down. It was at your fifth orgasm your legs began shaking uncontrollably, the pleasure you felt was so intense you could barely open your eyes.
Jonah finally gave you a break as he sat up, observing what a mess he made of you. He watched your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath, grinning as he slapped your sensitive pussy. Your body jumped as your eyes slowly opened and focused. He leaned over you, gently kissing your lips.
“I love you, and I would never, ever cheat on you. Whatever you saw was a lie, a scheme from people who are jealous and want to tear us apart.” he spoke softly against your lips.
“I believe you, I’m sorry baby.” you whispered, weakly caressing his cheek as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
“You’re my girl, only mine.” he said, pushing his cock into your opening so deliciously it was like heaven.
“Yes, and you are my JoJo.” you moaned, twisting your fingers in his hair.
Jonah couldn’t help himself as his thrusts started slow and loving then his hips started slamming into yours, but he knew you loved it. A scream of his name let him know he hit your gspot, grinning as he rammed his dick into it over and over until you came.
“Jonah!” you squealed, scratching down his toned back as he smashed his lips to yours.
It wasn’t long after he let go, planting himself firmly inside of you. The warmth of his cum made you shiver, smiling against his lips and the two of you came down from your highs. One more kiss later he lifted himself off of you and quickly got a washcloth to clean you up.
“Sorry baby,” he murmured when he hit a sensitive area.
“It’s alright my love,” you smiled, grateful he was so gentle.
He tossed the rag to the side before crawling back into your arms, laying his head on your chest. You wrapped yourself around him, loving his big hands feel all the parts of your body you hated.
“I love you,” he said quietly, his beautiful eyes met yours as he looked up at you.
“I love you so much handsome.” you grinned, kissing his nose before cuddling back up to him.
“Wanna watch Harry Potter?” he asked excitedly.
“Of course, you know I can’t ever say no to that.” you giggled.
Henceforth the night ended with you and Jonah cuddled naked while binge watching Harry Potter, it was perfect.
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On A Bright Summer’s Day | J.M.
a/n: first thing first! before any one attacks me for not being asleep at this hour! this! post! is! queued! because why not celebrate him turning 23 with a good ol’ smut that some of you might already have read before :P (ps. this means it’s my birthday tomorrow so yayyyyyyy haha) so enjoy my lovelies <3
summary: why not do it on the pool deck when no one’s home?
warnings: smut, smut and more smut
word count: 3177
It was a lovely afternoon with the sun shining brightly and the high sunlit clouds drifting idly across the clear blue sky. The weather was slightly warmer than usual, but it was just the way you like it to be; so of course the first thing you did when you reached your boyfriend’s house was to take a quick shower before changing into fresh clean clothes, or to be exact, one of Jonah’s t-shirts that hung loosely around your petite figure despite having more than enough of your own clothes kept in his closet and a pair of shorts. You figured Jonah and the others were tanning at the pool deck, which was what they’d normally do on a warmer day like today but when you opened the sliding doors that led to said area, you were surprised to see that Jonah was the only one there relaxing on a sun-lounger while scrolling through his phone.
“Hello there, pretty girl,” Jonah flashed a grin at you the moment you entered his line of vision. You involuntarily licked your lips when you beheld his sun kissed skin that seemed delectable to taste, his beautifully toned abs that you wanted nothing more than to trace with your fingers and not to mention his pants that were worn so low around his waist that showcased his prominent v-line and left nothing much to the imagination. You could feel a familiar sense of hunger stirring in your gut and it was definitely nothing related to needing food.
“Hey, handsome,” you said sweetly, hiding your sinful thoughts behind a warm innocent smile. He switched off his phone and put it away immediately, choosing to focus on you instead. You plopped down onto his lap, the perfect seat that you had claimed since day 1 of dating him. “Having a nice time sunbathing alone?” You teased but instead of shooting any retorts back at you, he looped his arm around your waist to pull you closer to him, till your back was against his front.
“Everyone else had plans today so I’m the only one stuck at home with nothing to do but it’s definitely better with you here now,” you could feel his breath near your neck as he leaned closer to your ear to speak, his voice holding a soothing raspiness as always. His fingers toyed with yours leisurely, the mere feeling of his calloused fingers from years of guitar and piano against yours already more than capable of taking your mind places.
Oh, how much you need them to trace every inch of your skin and watch them glide lower…lower…and lower…
“Y/N?” The sound of him calling your name startled you, instantly pulling your wandering mind back into reality.
“Yes? What did you say just now?” You looked up at him beneath your lashes, just in time to meet his soft gaze on you, completely oblivious to whatever that was going on in your mind a second ago. You were thankful that humans couldn’t read minds, or else you would’ve died of embarrassment on the spot. Plus, it would be rude of you to ruin a peaceful moment like this when all he clearly wanted to do was relax and not you, wouldn’t it?
“I said,” he leaned closer, so close till his breath managed to tickle your ear. “Will you care to join me?”
“It’ll definitely make me a bad girlfriend if I leave you here sad and alone after missing me all morning, right?” You replied teasingly.
He let out a hum of agreement before suddenly saying, “But you can’t do it like this.”
You raised your brows, confused, not quite catching what he meant. “What?”
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he remarked, tongue clicking in mock disapproval. Slowly, his hands travelled downwards and he tugged the hem of your—his—t-shirt, as if to emphasize his point. His voice dropped to a low whisper. “No one wears this many layers for tanning.”
You inhaled sharply as you realised what he was implying.
“Turn around, baby, and let me get this annoying fabric off you,” his voice was huskier now, with an edge of authoritativeness and you couldn’t help but obey whatever he said. With several quick shifts of your body, you were facing him, legs placed on each side of his body in a straddling position, rolling your hips subtly against his crotch, with the excuse of trying to make yourself comfortable but he wasn’t bothered in the slightest.
As a matter of fact, he merely laughed at your feeble attempt to make him get hard. “Oh, my sweet, sweet angel,” he shook his head, highly amused. “You know that it takes more than that to get me worked up don’t you?” It was a lie but you didn’t need to know that, just like how you didn’t have to know about how he couldn’t think straight the moment you entered his sights wearing one of his favourite t-shirts that fit you so perfectly and the sweet little bashful smile that you knew he loved, you were basically begging for him to fuck you right then and there in broad daylight. He didn’t want to initiate anything without your consent at first, but from the way a lustful expression seemed to glaze over your features once you saw him, it was confirmed that both of you were definitely on the same page. “Lemme show you how to properly turn someone on, yeah?”
“First, you take off their clothes,” he pulled your shirt over your head and with a little maneuvering, managed to take off your pants before tossing them aside.
“Then, you drag your hands over their body, to make their mind go wild,” his hands travelled from the soft, supple skin of your thighs and up your body, over the curve of your waist and the swell of your breasts and onto your arms to lead them around him so that they were eventually wrapped around his neck. Goosebumps bloomed wherever his hands moved. His touch was as warm as the rays of the afternoon sun and the contact of his hand on your body that was still slightly cooler because of the shower you had just taken felt like you were being kissed by the sun itself.His roaming hands stopped when he reached your neck, leaving one hand to wrap around your throat, pressing his fingers lightly into your flesh, his grip successfully making your breath hitch at the back of your throat.
“Lastly, you kiss them like this,” he pulled you in to connect your lips and you almost couldn’t catch your breath when he didn’t waste any second to start the kiss off slowly. Lips pressed against each other’s, he nibbled on your plump bottom lip with his teeth harder than necessary, till drops of blood surfaced, all the better for him to suck on your ichor, a gift he found himself never worthy of but desperate enough to have it all the same. He used your gasp as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your wet cavern and started exploring every inch of it with the kind of ferocity that made every thought in your mind dissipate into nothingness, leaving only a mantra of more, more, more echoing in your dazed mind.
Which was why your hands soon found their way into his soft brown hair, entangling themselves through his strands before giving it a harsh tug to deepen the kiss. You might not be the best at foreplay, but if there was one thing you’re good at, it’s kissing.
“That’s it baby, fuck, you’re doing so good,” He groaned through the kiss, which made you smile.
“What can I say—I learnt from the best,” you replied cheekily when your lips parted for a brief moment to catch your breaths before he chuckled and pulled you back in. The kiss started to get sloppier once you started to grind your clothed core directly against his crotch. Palm finding itself on your waist, Jonah gripped you ever so tightly to push you even harder against the bulge that was now evident in his pants. Arousal pooled at your core from the bliss of it all, until the kiss was broken because of your inability to concentrate as the hunger, the need for him continued to grow to the point where you were a whimpering mess in his arms.
He watched your lewd expression as you dry humped his dick atop the throne you made of his lap, biting back a low groan that was threatening to escape.
Oh, you were always so exquisitely beautiful when you’re needy; flustered with sweet melodious moans being emitted from those pretty swollen lips.
“Aww, my sweet little whore, you’re already so desperate for my cock, aren’t you?” He asked in a degrading tone and a mewl was the only response he received from you. “Come on, baby, use your words and tell me what you want,” he coaxed, patting your cheek lightly.
With considerable effort, you managed to speak between ragged breaths. “Want...want you inside me, Jo.”
“Alright, babygirl. Now sit still,” He cupped your cheek gently and you nodded obediently like a cute little puppy, halting your movements immediately, even though the action made your southern region ache from the sudden loss of any sort of friction. “That’s a good girl,” he praised before reaching down to remove your soaked panties first, tentatively letting a finger glide along your folds and was pleased to find your pussy drenched with want, the brief touch enough to send shivers up your spine, pushing a shaky moan out of you. “Perfect,” he placed a tender kiss on your lips. He pushed his pants down, and his dick sprang out of its constraints and slapped against his abs, already hard and leaking with pre-cum. You were practically salivating at the sight of his length on full display despite having seen it numerous times before. He wrapped a hand around his dick, giving it a few good strokes before saying lowly, “See how hard you got me, baby? It’s all for you, sweetheart.”
“All for my pretty little angel,” his fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you forward and positioned you above his erection, the slight contact between your pulsing core and his tip was enough to
Your mouth went dry as you looked downwards to see his length slowly disappearing inch by inch inside you, stretching out your tight walls beautifully and your mouth fell open a little, just enough for a pleasant gasp to slip out.
“So…so big,” you whimpered a little when you were fully settled on his cock, staying still for a couple moments to adjust to his size before starting to move upwards slowly, then slamming down to the hilt. Again and again and again.
The lower half of your body bounced without any rhythm whatsoever, only the urge to chase the pleasurable high that could only be given by him and no other. Jonah wrapped his arms around you, fingertips ghosting over the soft skin of your waist to hold you steady as best as he could as you continued to work your magic until he was throwing his head back against the back of the chair and groaning as you increased your speed gradually, with your eyes closed and your mouth open in an ‘o’ shape, releasing breathy moans that were music to his ears.
“Oh, fuck, just like that, baby, taking my cock so well like a little whore, hmm?” He cooed as you picked up your pace. The head of his cock, the veins, the loose skin- you feel everything about his length as you bury him deeper inside you, hitting your sweet spot. Your back arched as the tip of his cock presses against the bundle of sensitive nerves, in sync with the sinful sounds that left your lips, almost drowning out the sounds of Jonah’s own blissful groans every time you sank yourself down onto the hilt. You let your hands travel across his bare torso as you rode, relishing the feeling of all the rock hard muscle underneath your fingertips that was the result of him constantly working out over the last few months.
“Feels good, sweetheart?” He asked when he heard the soft whimpers that fell from your lips.
“Yes, Jo,” you managed to say through bared teeth, as the pleasurable pain tore through your body with every thrust. “So so good.”
The smacking of skins crescendoed into loud beats throughout his backyard, and he reveled in its symphony accompanied by your cries of ecstasy. You continued to make sure that each succession of your ass meeting his thighs crashes deep and hard around him.
Everything started piling on top of each other all too fast. It wasn’t long before Jonah felt that surge coursing through his cock from your rapid pace and the delicious clenching of your cunt as you neared your peak. It made his brows narrow tightly from the overwhelming pleasure. Your walls seemed to close in around him and you gripped his shoulders tightly for leverage as it got harder for you to slide up and down.
“J-Jonah, I’m close,” you breathed, looking up at him for approval.
“Wanna cum, baby?” He asked, and in that very moment his questions felt like the biggest blessing you had ever received.
”Mhm…please…oh my gosh,” you nodded profusely before bottoming out again, your fingers digging into his skin. “Please.”
“Okay baby. Don’t worry, I’ll make you cum quickly, kay?” He soothed and sure enough, ecstasy shoots through you as he takes the lead at the last second, thrusting up harshly to prod deep inside your womb and you let out a soft cry of his name as you finally hit your high, releasing all over his cock, followed by him spilling his seed inside you, filling your insides with warmth as he praised you under his breath for being such a good girl for him and how great you did.
You fell onto his body immediately and he didn’t hesitate to hold you close as you laid your head on his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart, completely exhausted. You shared lazy touches and soft giggles like two lovesick idiots, and he didn’t even bother to pull out of you, letting you cockwarm him for the time being, since it was still early and none of the guys were home yet.
But life was filled with surprises.
The sliding doors were suddenly pushed open with a terrifying brashness before you and Jonah could even react. You looked up and was beyond shocked to see Corbyn standing there in an unpleasant expression you had never seen him wear before. He was so furious that if looks could kill, you and Jonah would be dead by now. You curled your body in Jonah’s arms on instinct, to try and hide you and your almost naked body from Corbyn’s view as your cheeks heated rapidly out of embarrassment, thinking that he was pissed that you and Jonah were being too loud while unbeknownst to you both, he was still at home.
Therefore, shock was an understatement when you heard what he said next.
“Jonah I need you to drive me to the police station now,” He said with a horrifying calmness and Jonah, who was busy trying to shield you with his body from his bandmate’s view, looked up instantly at Corbyn in surprise at the mention of his name.
“What? Why all—“
“Emily and Daniel got my baby BMW fucking impounded,” he explained through gritted teeth. “Because they literally fucked in my car after taking it out for a wash.”
You didn’t know whether to laugh or be disgusted once you fully processed his words and you weren’t the only one suffering from that dilemma too. Jonah’s face looked hilariously constipated as he tried to suppress his laughter by wearing a mask of seriousness to match Corbyn’s.
“So get your keys and get changed quickly. I need to save my baby,” Corbyn ordered coldly and turned on his heels and walked back into the house with a slam of the door behind him, not even acknowledging your presence.
Thankfully, with his vision clouded by nothing aside from the burning anger in his veins, he didn’t notice the questionable state you and your boyfriend were currently in.
Seconds ticked by before you fully processed what had just occured and came back to your senses.
“What the heck, Jonah? I thought you said there’s no one home!” You whisper-shouted at him as you both were forced to move apart from each other to put on your respective clothes after he pulled out of you.
“I didn’t know Emily and Daniel were the ones who took his car out for a wash,” he was quick to defend himself while pulling up his pants with one hand and habitually reaching for his shirt you were initially wearing with the other.
“Hey! Hands off!” You swatted his hand away aggressively before grabbing said shirt and holding it tightly against your chest. “This is mine.”
“Baby, please, Corbyn is kinda in a rush here,” he pleaded but you weren’t giving in that easily.
“What do you want me to do, then? Walk to our room topless?”
“Corbyn is already outside waiting for me so the house is empty,” he reasoned but you merely scoffed in return.
“I don’t think I can ever trust your words on that after today,” you stuck your tongue out at him before putting on his shirt, the soft material reaching your thigh as you stood up, wobbled a little because of your legs that were still asleep because of what happened moments ago, then falling into his arms that were already outstretched in preparation to catch you, knowing very well how your legs seemed to momentarily malfunction after sex. He always mocked you about it but it secretly made him happy (or maybe even a little smug) to know that he was able to pleasure you till this extent. With a firm arm wrapped around your waist, he led you back into the house.
“Fine, I’ll go change upstairs,” he eventually sighed in defeat, to your delight. You chose to remain in the living room as he returned to his room. It wasn’t long before he reappeared at the top of the stairs in a new outfit.
“So do you want to come with us?” He offered as he descended the stairs quickly, his hand combing through his hair to make it look somewhat neat and decent. He started to make his way to the front door, not forgetting to give you a brief peck on the lips when he passed you by.
“Nah, my legs are sore thanks to you,” you waved him away with your book. “Plus, the last thing poor Corbyn needs to know now is Emily and Daniel aren’t his only friends who love to fuck in risky locations.”
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