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tetzoro · 4 months
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good morning friendz !! happy wednesday ! let’s make it a great day teehee
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froghwon · 2 years
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yangyang & friends for @wwaymond​ 💝
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ajdrawshq · 1 year
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the first few days of third semester is really just Akira having the worlds worst mindfuck of the century. and its hilarious
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seventh-district · 7 months
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in other news i cannot stop fucking listening to Brokenheartsville by Joe Nichols and i’m starting to annoy myself with it but. i cannot stop. it’s too good
#Seven.txt#music stuff#it’s this perfect mix of being applicable to my current taste while also being a very nostalgic song for me#‘cause i liked it when i was a kid. and i recently heard it on my father’s radio outside. and man it’s been y e a r s since i’ve heard it#why is it so addictive to me#like. you cannot make a song that opens with the lyrics-#‘He wore that cowboy hat to cover up his horns. *insert seductive guitar sounds here* Sweet-talkin’ forked tongue had a temptin’ charm.’#and expect my southern and devil-loving ass to not go fucking feral over it#even when i’m not listening to it it’s playing in my head. was analyzing the lyrics the whole time i was in the shower earlier#but what’s funny is i think i’ve listened to it so many times that i’ve developed a whole new story than the one actually being told#but like. with how much he’s supposedly upset that this guy stole his girl or whatever#which i know he’s probably just comparing some dude to the devil and not actually saying that it was the Devil Himself#but it’s so much better if u picture it as actually being the devil that’s picking up this dude’s girlfriend in a bar#but anyways given how that’s supposed to be the point. he spends so much time describing the devil and ain’t got shit to say abt his girl#like okay buddy. we know you liked his cowboy hat. we know you liked his sweet-talkin’ tongue.#we’ve heard all about the make and model of his Long and Chrome Very Red Hot Sexy Devil Car#do u not have anything to say abt ur girlfriend. are u not gonna wax poetic abt her? no? too busy admiring the Devil and his Hot Car?? yeah#we’re gathering that#like.. brother… i dunno how to tell u this but i think u might wanna fuck him a lil bit#‘Love’s gone to hell and so have I.’ yeah!! i’m gathering that!! good for u dude!! get it!!#so now the whole time i’m listening to it i’m just like. this is a love song abt the devil!#which it isn’t. but it could be!! and so that’s what i’m choosing to see it as. bc i’d feel the same way tbh#i much prefer the idea of him being pissed that he missed his chance to run away w/ the devil than being pissy over his girlfriend leaving#it’s just so much more appealing to me im sorry#also. side note. when i was a kid i thought the line was ‘that angel up in the air’ and not ‘that angel who did me in’#and i don’t know how i misheard it so badly but now i sing it wrong every fuckign time cause it’s still cemented in my head from childhood#how young was i. hold on.#oh yeah it came out in 2002. so yeah i was quite young when i heard it a lot so i think im forgiven for mishearing it so badly lmao
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jenivi · 2 years
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omg i cant believe i 100 percented the hero mode in one day (long spoiler-free talk about it in the tags lol i need to let it out somewhere)
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trollbreak · 12 hours
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I think I have rare rp energy?? Specifically for that catdogsheepthing troll? fascinating lmao
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crossmyh3art · 11 months
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LMFAO MY FRIENDS GONNA SHOW UP AT MY HOUSE “UNINVITED” WITH FOOD SO MY MOM DOESNT GET MAD AT ME FOR ENCOURAGING SPENDING MONEY ON A SUNDAY HEHEHEHEHE
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gardenofgods · 1 year
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thinking abt zama’s rotom phone gonna put me in the hospital. it gives him so many helpful reminders. like when it’s time for his workouts! drinking water! reminding him to take his desserts out of the oven! he isn’t forgetful but Very Scatterbrained.
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rvfecamerons · 6 months
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》 CLOSING TIME — rafe cameron x reader
{ main masterlist }
word count — 2.2k
warnings — MDNI; dark!rafe, posessive/obsessive bf!rafe, bartender!reader, swearing, manipulation, coersion/blackmail almost if u squint maybe, threats of violence (rafe to customers), degradation kinda, no actual smut but smut/oral is implied at the end, lmk if i missed something!!
summary — after a busy day bartending at the country club, you hardly had time to respond to your boyfriend, rafe. he pays you an unwanted visit at work and realizes he doesn’t want his girl tending to the needs of the men at the club…
a/n — so sorry i’ve been so slow at putting things out!!! I PROMISE I’M GETTING TO/HAVE AT LEAST STARTED ALL REQUESTS!! this lil idea was eating at me, fighting this writer’s block for my bigger stories slowly but surely <3 love u guys, as always PLSSSSS comment, reblog & like!! interacting w u guys makes my day :)
It was a warm summer night on the island, and the majority of your shift at the country club was already behind you.
You’d been keeping yourself busy maintaining customers, catching up on refills, taking care of dirty cups, normal bartender activities.
You’d just finished restocking the bar when you caught sight of a familiar figure sauntering up to the bar.
Fuck. You were sure you’d missed a slew of texts and calls from your boyfriend, questioning your whereabouts. But it was a Friday night at the country club, and time often slipped away from you on Fridays.
You’d hardly had a chance to check the clock, let alone your phone for that matter.
All you could do as he approached was offer your boyfriend a sweet smile as you spoke, in hopes he might catch on to your desire to keep things peaceful in your place of work. And he might have…
He just didn’t care. Rafe ignored your comments, skipping right to the reason he dragged himself into the bar in the first place.
“You been ignoring me?”
Your brows knitted together in confusion, eyes quickly scanning the bar to see if anyone had heard Rafe’s…greeting to you.
And naturally, his loud voice had carried to the ears of all the patrons sitting around the counter.
“What?” You whispered, an attempt at keeping any wandering ears out of your business. “I-I’ve been working, Rafe.”
God, you hated when he came around at work. You were always so confident behind the counter, your male customers generosity and kind compliments boosting your ego every shift you worked.
…Until Rafe invaded the scene. You hated how much more soft-spoken you were around him. How much more you stumbled on your words, how… small he could make you feel.
So, of course as soon as you realized who was approaching, you wanted to get rid of him as fast as possible.
“Look, Topper’s here, why don’t you go hit the greens, o-okay? I’ll come find you right after my shift, and-“
He could hardly wait for you to finish the obscure suggestion before snarkily replying, “You think I can trust you here by yourself after you ignored me all day? Yeah, right,” He scoffed, pulling a barstool out before plopping down onto it. “Let me get a beer, babe.”
The smile didn’t leave your face until you spun around on your heels. You had to be sure the mix of disappointment, frustration and embarassment you adopted was no longer in Rafe’s field of view.
Reluctantly, you trotted over to the cooler and grabbed the only brand of beer you knew he’d accept. When you returned, you hoped Rafe had decided to turn things down a notch.
Icy blue eyes seemed to be looking right past you, though. Your eyes followed his line of vision behind you, locating the customer on the other end of Rafe’s death glare.
“That guy was staring at your ass the whole fucking time you bent down,” he seethed, teeth gritted together tightly, causing his jaw to protrude out here and there.
You placed the cold can on the countertop. “Rafe, don’t be ridiculous. I-“
“Hey, buddy?” Oh god.
Your boyfriend waved a large arm out in front of him, his loud voice gathering the attention of most everyone near the bar, including the unfortunate regular you were sure would no longer be one after tonight.
“You like staring at chick’s asses? That’s my fucking girlfriend, have some respect!” You tried to calm him down, to no avail.
“The hell are you talkin’ about, man?”
Rafe raised a brow at the challenge, rising to his feet and pushing his chair back in the process. “I’m talkin’ about the problem we’re gonna have if you look at my girl one more fucking time.”
The man waved Rafe off with a flick of his wrist and a roll of his eyes, turning his attention back to the TV he’d been focused on the whole time.
You turned back to Rafe, who’s chest was now heaving, dark gaze still forced upon the customer. “Rafe, just, please sit back down.” He slowly complied, never taking his eyes off of the man.
“That wasn’t very-“
“Where the fuck did that fucking skirt come from, anyway?” Now his eyes had adverted to your black tennis skirt, one he’d definitely seen you wear before.
“You’ve seen this skirt before,” you reminded him. “It’s better for the summertime.”
Rafe cracked opened the beer and threw back a long swig. “Seems like you just wanted some extra attention. You putting on shows now, too? Hmm?” He pointed the can your direction.
You could feel your face turning hot, cheeks undoubtedly flushed red with embarassment. Again, your eyes darted off to the side to see if any heads had turned. They had.
“I…I’m just trying to be comfortable while I work, Rafe.”
He waved you off, turning his attention to some sports game playing on the flat screen TV high atop the wall of alcohol. You’d take it, no complaints. Rafe ignoring you was better than Rafe berating you, belittling you, embarassing you at your job.
You turned your attention back to your customers, whose looks of pity you couldn’t ignore as you were finally able to tend to their requests again.
The sound of an empty glass hitting the counter led you to a man on the far end, who’d finished what you knew was now his 3rd drink. “Need anything else, sir?”
“I’ll take another one. Thanks, doll.” You paid no mind to the pet name. The man was older, and you were used to terms of endearment from your customers. After all, you were a great bartender, and a generous one, too.
But Rafe, of course, couldn’t ignore the way you smiled at the man after he referred to you in such a sweet way. So sweet, it disgusted the Cameron boy.
He wore that disgust on his face when you approached him again, questioning, “Hmm, back to me now, huh? What? Are you-you done flirting now, I see?”
“What?” You almost laughed, but you couldn’t forget who you were dealing with. “Rafe, I…I just asked him if he wanted anything else.”
“Yeah, you’ve asked him like 10 fucking times.”
“Hey man, why don’t you give the girl a break-“
“Hey man,” Rafe mocked. “Why don’t you shut the fuck up and mind your own business?!”
You rushed to your boyfriend who looked like he was about to jump over the counter and lunge at the man who dared to stick up for you. He must be new here, you thought. He obviously didn’t know the man he’s challenging on your behalf.
And you didn’t want to be responsible for what your boyfriend would undoubtedly do if he kept it up.
Rafe was finishing off his second beer when your manager let you go to break.
You made it outside just in time to spare any co-workers or customers from your tears, because they started falling as soon as you made it through the backdoor.
You had all of two minutes to yourself in the dimly lit alley before heavy footsteps broke up the silence.
“Baby,” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, holding off as long as you could even as Rafe cupped your cheeks with both hands, tilting your head up towards his.
He sighed at your reluctance to meet his gaze. “Y/N/N, baby, look at me.” You didn’t want to, but your lifted your head anyway.
You sniffled as Rafe wore a small pout on his lips. “Aww, baby don’t cry, come here,” Large, muscular arms pulled you into him. You turned your head just in time for your cheek to press into his hard chest, tears streaming down and soaking into his shirt as he shushed you.
“Baby, it’s okay. I know you think you need the attention, just like you think you need this job…” You didn’t like where the conversation was headed, but your brain was just as cloudy as your teary vision.
He pulled away slowly, placing both hands on your biceps. “But I can take care of all of that, baby. You know this. You know I’ll take care of you. Don’t I give you enough attention?”
You met his gaze again, drinking in the serious look he wore now. “I-I wasn’t trying t-to-“
“Don’t-“ You winced at the sudden tightening of Rafe’s fingers around your arms. His eyes fell shut for a moment, heading cocking to the side as he took a deep breath to resteady himself. “Don’t I give you enough attention?” He repeated.
This time, you didn’t try to justify yourself, your outfit. You just nodded your head with another sniffle.
“Good, good girl.” He released one arm, bringing the now free hand up to brush strands of hair from your face, caressing your cheek in the same movements.
“Now, we don’t need this job, do we?” His question was laced with a condescending tone you were all too used to.
You hated how he used the term ‘we’. It seemed nothing could be just you, just Y/N anymore. Everything had to involve Rafe. He had to have a say in anything you did, anywhere you went, anyone you hung out with, and it had to be the final say, at that.
“Rafe…” His name came out a choked whisper, you were barely able to get anything out through the painful lump lodged in your throat.
You didn’t need to, because Rafe was sliding the hand on your cheek around to the back of your head as soon as he noticed you fixing your lips to protest.
Strong fingers weaved through the hair at the nape of your neck, tugging just enough to elicit a sharp gasp from you.
“I said we don’t need this job, do we, Y/N?” You wrapped your hand around his wrist, trying to pry it from your hair to no avail. Only your compliance could losen the tight grip, and you knew it. You both knew it.
By now, he had your back against the brick wall, one arm caging you inbetween the building and his figure, which was pressed up against yours to keep you in place.
Physically backing you into a wall made you feel as if you’d also been backed into a wall emotionally, mentally. Like you had nowhere to go, nothing to say to get you out of the situation besides what Rafe wanted to hear.
“N-no…” your voice cracked as you admitted defeat, knowing it meant you wouldn’t be returning from break. Maybe you could text your boss and try to beg for a second chance later, but right now, Rafe was only presenting you with one option.
“There’s my good girl.” Again, he praised you with a gentle brushing of his fingers against the skin of your arm he’d just been gripping. You couldn’t help but lean into the warm, familiar touch. “Leave with me, right now. You don’t need to work. I’ll take care of you.”
He finally afforded you some space, taking a step back and letting you push yourself off of the wall. You brought a shaky hand up to your mouth, covering it as tears continued to fall. You took one last glance behind your shoulder, back at the job you’d been so excited to start not even a year ago.
In all honesty, you were surprised you even made it this long. Rafe would constantly try to convince you to quit bartending, to let him provide for you, take care of all of your financial needs.
…But work was your escape. It gave you at least six hours a night out of Tannyhill, away from Rafe, where you could actually get some social interaction outside of conversations with your boyfriend or his family.
Your eyes fell from the building down to the ground, where they remained as you felt your boyfriend draped an arm around your shoulders.
Rafe pulled you into him, ignoring your sniffles and cries accompanying the deep frown on your face as he led you away from the county club, and out to his truck.
You’d surely miss out on your pay for the night, forfeit your tips to the rest of the crew. Hell, you might not even get your check for the whole week, depending on how mad your boss would be at you ghosting your station on the 2nd busiest night of the week…
But that was okay with Rafe.
He’d take you home, make up for his controlling behavior and the loss of your job by going down on you. Then he’d make sure you took care of anything he needed, not the slew of amorous men you insisted were ‘just customers’.
You were sulking as Rafe guided your frame up into his truck, hands placed firmly on your hips. He made sure you were buckled in, offering your thigh a gentle squeeze and your cheek a soft kiss before he closed the door behind him.
It was only when he turned on his heels, positive his face was out of your view that a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
He’d got what he wanted out of you, and he didn’t even have to pull out all of the stops to do so.
The sad cycle was doomed to continue… especially now that you were left with no job and no real reason to leave Rafe’s side, in his eyes.
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joelmillerisapunk · 1 month
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Bfd/dbf catches u showering and/or masterbating please 🤲
you got me thinkin' nonsense
Dbf!Joel Miller x F!reader
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Wordcount: 2,478
Summary: Joel's asked to watch you and your parents' house while they're away, and boy, does he take watching you seriously.
Warnings: 18+, f!oral receiving, unprotected p in v, reader has pullable hair, implied age gap (make it your own) use of darlin, sweetheart, baby, a bit of Joel convincing you.
Notes: my first request! Thank you, thank you, sweet nonnie 🥰 I hope you enjoy. I love a good dbf catching you doing anything. Also about to hit a milestone with followers and I'm hoping to do a lil fun thing for it 🥰 thank you to everyone for being so amazing and kind and lovely and welcoming. My short time here has been so so warm 💚 tysm @saradika-graphics for the dividers
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It had been a long day for Joel Miller. He just finished a grueling shift at the fire station and was looking forward to some much-needed rest and relaxation. But his plans were quickly dashed when he received a call from his best buddy, your dad.
"Hey, Joel. I hate to ask, but I need a favor," Al says, his voice sounds strained.
Joel sits up in his chair, immediately alert. "What's goin’ on?"
"Jen and I are taking a trip to the Bahamas for a week, and we were wondering if you could check up on the house and our daughter while we're gone.”
Joel sighs, running a hand through his greying hair. "Sure. But you know she’s not a little girl anymore, right? She's a grown woman now."
Your dad chuckles. "I know, I know. But she's still my little girl, and I just want to make sure she's okay while we're gone."
Joel smiles, feeling a surge of affection for his friend. "No problem. I'll keep an eye on her."
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A week later Joel finds himself standing outside of his best friend Al's house, the keys jingling in his hand. He takes a deep breath and inserts the key into the lock, turning it until he hears the satisfying click of the door opening. Joel walks into the house, taking in the familiar sights and smells. He feels a pang of nostalgia as he looks around the living room, remembering all the times he and Al hung out here, watching football and drinking beer.
But there's no sight of you. so he makes his way down the hall, peeking into each room until he comes to your door.
But you're not in your room.
He frowns, wondering where you are. It's not like you to wander off without telling anyone. Even as a grown adult, you still always made sure someone knew your whereabouts. He checks his phone, but there are no messages or missed calls. As he turns back to the hall, he hears the faint sound of a voice coming from what sounds like the bathroom. So he decides to check just in case.
As he approaches, he hears the sound of water running and the faint sound of moaning. He pauses, his heart racing as he realises what's happening behind the closed door. He knows he shouldn't, but he can't help it. Without thinking, he reaches out and turns the doorknob, pushing the door open just a crack. He can see you through the foggy glass, your naked body glistening with water.
His eyes widen as he takes in the sight before him. You're standing under the pulsing stream of water, your hand between your legs as you bring yourself to climax. He knows he shouldn't be watching this, but he can't bring himself to look away. He feels a surge of desire course through his veins as he watches you pleasure yourself.
You tilt your head back, letting the water run down your neck and body, and he can't help but stare. His eyes are drawn to the way your hips move as you touch yourself. The way you're grasping the walls to get some leverage. He feels his own body responding, his cock growing painfully hard in his pants.
He reaches down and unzips his jeans, pulling out his thick, ready erection, filling his hand. He starts to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving your body. He can feel his balls tighten as he watches you get closer and closer to your own orgasm.
But just as you're about to come, your eyes widen in shock as you catch sight of Joel standing in the doorway, his jeans unzipped and his thick, hard cock in his hand. You gasp, your body freezing in surprise as you realize that he's been watching you.
"Joel, what the fuck are you doing here?" you demand, trying to cover yourself with your hands.
But Joel doesn't seem to hear you. His eyes are fixed on your body, his hand moving a little faster as he strokes himself.
"Don't stop on my account, sweetheart," he says, his voice low and husky. "You look so fuckin' hot, touchin' yourself like that."
You feel a surge of anger and embarrassment, but there's something else there too – something that makes your heart race and your body tingle. You've always had a bit of a crush on Joel, and now here he is, watching you pleasure yourself.
"Fuck you," you say, trying to sound angry. But your voice comes out breathless and shaky, betraying your arousal.
Joel chuckles, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. "Oh, I fully intend to fuck you, sweetheart," he says, his eyes blazing with desire. Joel advances towards you, his cock still in his hand. You back away, your heart pounding in your chest. You know you should be angry, but all you can feel is a deep, primal desire.
"Joel, this is wrong," you say, but your voice is weak and uncertain.
Joel reaches out and strokes your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Sometimes, wrong can feel so right," he murmurs.
But you don't budge.
Joel's eyes soften as he looks at you. "Hey, hey," he says softly. "I'm not here to cause any trouble. Your dad asked me to check up on you while they're gone, that's all. I didn't mean to intrude." He pauses for a moment, then continues. "But I can't deny what I saw just now. You looked so beautiful, so alive. I'm not saying this is how things have to be, but I want you to know that I'm here for you, in whatever way you need me."
You can feel your heart racing as you look at Joel, your body trembling with a mixture of embarrassment, anger, and desire. You know that what he's suggesting is wrong, that it could ruin your relationship with your dad. But there's something about the way he's looking at you, that makes you want to throw caution to the wind.
You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "Joel, I don't w -”
He takes a step back before you finish, putting his hands up like you're playing cops and robbers. You can see the disappointment in his eyes as he puts himself back into his jeans and turns to leave. But just as he reaches for the doorknob, you hear yourself say something unexpected.
"Wait," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I - I do want this, Joel, please. I just, I really don't know -"
Joel's expression darkens as he turns back around and walks up to you. He reaches out to grab a handful of your hair, pulling your head back so that you're looking up at him. "You don't have to know, sweetheart," he growls. "You just have to feel." He leans down to kiss you, his lips crushing against yours as his tongue demands entry into your mouth. You moan softly, your body melting against his as you kiss him back, your hands reaching up to clutch at his shoulders.
When the kiss breaks, you see Joel smile, his eyes burning with desire. "Let's not waste any more time." He takes your hand, pulling you toward the bathtub. "Get on the edge, darlin’," he orders, his voice rough with desire.
You do as he says, your heart pounding in your chest as you watch him move around the bathtub, positioning himself between your legs. He looks at you, his eyes blazing with desire as he reaches out and touches you, his fingers sliding easily between your wet folds.
"You're so wet," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "You want this as much as I do dont’cha?” Joel's fingers explore your body, teasing and tantalizing you as he strokes your slick folds. You moan softly, your hips bucking up to meet his touch as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. "Please, Joel," you gasp, your voice desperate with need. "Need more."
Joel smirks, his eyes glinting with mischief. "More, huh? Well, let's see if we can't take care of that for ya, baby." He leans down, his mouth replacing his fingers as he starts to lick and suck at your clit. You cry out, your hands reaching down to clutch at his head as he devours you with an intensity that takes your breath away.
"Fuck, Joel," you gasp, your body trembling with pleasure. "Don't stop, please, don't stop."
Joel chuckles, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. "I have no intention of stopping, sweetheart," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "I'm going to make you come harder than you ever have before."
True to his word, Joel doesn't stop, his tongue works magic on your clit as his fingers plunge deep inside you, curling up to hit the sweetest spot. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body tensing up as you approach your climax.
"Joel, I'm gonna come," you gasp.
Joel doesn't respond, his mouth and fingers continuing their relentless assault on your body. You can feel yourself spiraling out of control, your climax building up inside of you like a tidal wave.
"Joel, I'm coming!" You scream, your body convulsing with pleasure as you shatter into a thousand pieces. You grip onto Joel as hard as you can but doesn't let up, his tongue continues to lap at your clit as you ride out your orgasm, your body trembling with aftershocks.
When it's over, Joel pulls back, a satisfied smile on his face as he looks up at you. "See? Told you I'd make you come harder than you ever have."
You can't help but smile back, your body still tingling with pleasure. "You definitely did," you admit, your voice soft and dreamy.
Joel stands up, his cock hard and ready again beneath his jeans. "Good, I'm not done with you yet." He takes your hand leading you to your bed, instructing you to sit on the edge while he undresses. He steps closer, his body pressing against yours, you can feel his cock pressing against you too.
Joel's lips find yours, his tongue plunging deep into your mouth as he kisses you with a passion that takes your breath away again. You can feel the heat of his body against yours, and the sensation of his hard cock pressing against you sends a shiver down your spine.
"I want you, Joel," you gasp, your voice hoarse with desire as you break the kiss.
Joel smirks, "Then take me, sweetheart," he growls, his voice rough with lust.
You don't need any more encouragement. You reach down, grabbing his cock and guiding it to your entrance. Joel doesn't wait, his hips thrusting forward as he impales you on his thick, hard length. You cry out as Joel starts to thrust in and out of you, his hips moving with a rhythm that drives you wild. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to another climax, your body tensing up as you get close.
"Fuck, Joel," you gasp. "Harder, please."
Joel doesn't disappoint. His thrusts become more and more intense as he brings you closer. "Come for me, sweetheart," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "Come all over my cock, come on darlin I gotcha."
You can't help but obey, your climax building up inside you as Joel's thrusts become more and more intense. "Joel, m'gonna come again." You get out as your body convulses with pleasure as you shatter into a thousand pieces once again. Joel follows you over the edge, his cock twitching inside you as he comes with a low growl. When it's over, Joel pulls back, his cock slipping out of you with a wet sound. He looks down at you, his eyes softening as he takes in your dreamy state and disheveled hair.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice gentle.
You can't help but smile up at him, your heart still racing with pleasure. "I'm more than okay," you admit, your voice soft and dreamy.
Joel chuckles, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "I'm glad," he murmurs. "Because I have to admit, I've been wanting to do that for a long time."
You can feel your heart racing as you look up at him, your body trembling with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. "You have?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
Joel nods, "I've always had a thing for you, sweetheart. But I never wanted to ruin your relationship with your dad or my friendship with your dad."
You can understand where he's coming from, but you can't deny the way you feel. You've always had a crush on Joel, and now that you've experienced the passion that burns between you, there's no going back.
"I want this, Joel," you say, your voice firm and determined. "I want you."
Joel's expression softens, and he reaches out to stroke your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Are you sure, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice gentle. "I don't want you to do anything you're not ready for."
You nod, your heart racing with excitement and desire. "I'm sure, Joel," you say, your voice firm and determined. "I want you." You stroke his patchy beard, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.
Joel's eyes light up, and he presses a gentle kiss to your lips. "I want to spend the rest of the week exploring every inch of your beautiful body."
And he does, taking you to heights of pleasure you never thought possible. By the time your dad and his wife come back from their trip, you and Joel have become inseparable, and you find yourself at his place more than not.
After a week of passion and exploration, you and Joel have grown even closer. You find yourself falling for him hard. You never thought you could feel this way about your dad's best friend, but here you are, head over heels for the man.
But you know that this is a secret that can never come out. You and Joel have talked about it at length, and you both know that the consequences would be disastrous. You're both aware of the potential fallout, and you're both committed to keeping your relationship a secret.
It's not easy to keep your relationship a secret from the world. But every time you're together, every time Joel touches you, every time he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, you know that it's all worth it.
You know that this was never meant to be, forged in the most unlikely of circumstances. But you also know that this is real and true and strong. And you're willing to do whatever it takes to protect it.
So you continue to see each other in secret, stealing moments of passion whenever you can. It's not perfect, but it's something. And for now, that's enough.
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love-belle · 10 months
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the love of our lives !!!
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for when you get everything you have prayed for. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
social media au // daniel ricciardo x fem!reader
warnings - language
author's note - hey!!! i hope u like this one, the amount of love i received on my charles' one is overwhelming and im so grateful for it and for each and every one of you. i love you, thank you. requests are open at the moment!!!
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sparklingchim · 1 year
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ego season; m | jjk
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pairing: jungkook x reader
word count: 6.3k
rating: 18+
genre: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother's best friend, college!au
warnings: jungkook's a lil flirt <3, unprotected sex, shower sex, doggy, fingering, oral (m&f receiving), creampie 🤭, cum play/swallowing, they like almost get caught 🫣, sum head in the locker room, disgusting kisses, CHANYEOL CAMEO!!!, nipple play, spanks, a teeny tiny mark, cursing, dirty talk, praise, spit
summary: pov: you make ur secret fuck buddy jealous.
a/n: hi hi besties enjoy i love u m going sleepies now <3
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You like the illicit.
Which is why you’re in the shower with Jeon Jungkook.
The guy who is your brother’s best friend.
Starting college and being away from your overbearing parents has its perks – the freedom it has given you has swayed you straight into Jungkook’s arms.
Turns out that despite the beginning of your little secret feeling quite mutinous and thrilling, it soon became apparent that maintaining it hidden from your brother Taehyung is substantially ridiculous when you share an apartment with said brother.
It gets even more ridiculous when you consider that they see each other every day because they play for the same hockey team.
You admit, choosing Jungkook as a fuck buddy was an inconvenient choice in which you had not considered the intricate aspects that would make sneaking around hardly possible.
But
The two of you are undeniably compatible in bed.
Luckily, you found out a few months ago at a frat party when you both were completely wasted and out of your minds.
After that night, there was no going back.
Being in college can be overwhelming at first. Lots of choices and opportunities. But it’s a vast contrast from your previous life, and you’ve fully committed to this lifestyle.
All your life you’ve longed to be in charge if your own decisions. Now that you're in college, living in a swanky apartment near campus, you have a little more freedom.
When there are no parents around to keep an eye on you, you can – almost – do whatever you want.
College is fun.
And taking a shower with Jeon Jungkook is fun too.
You giggle when Jungkook snatches your shampoo bottle from you before you can reach for it.
“Lemme do it.” He squeezes a generous amount on his open palm and rubs the fluid between his hands.
“Jungkook,” you scold. “That’s way too much.” You ogle the ample amount of shampoo coating his hands. Your lips drag into a pout as you watch Jungkook’s excessively besmeared palms extend to your hair. But it promptly fades when he begins to massage your scalp.
“But I like how it feels. Gets really foamy and bubbly.” He has a cheeky grin plastered on his face as he watches the solution grow into a rich foam of frothy bubbles on your head.
“Using too much can dry out your hair,” you mumble. Concentrating is a little difficult with Jungkook’s way too experienced fingers working on your scalp. “It can remove the moisture.”
“Oh, really?” His eyebrow twitches for the briefest second, that’s how you know Jungkook is actually listening to you because judging by his expression, he’s trapped in his own thought bubble.
It’s actually something you adore about Jungkook – whenever he is occupied doing something, whatever it is, he’ll put so much care into it and work diligently. Sweet – admirable, actually. It’s a characteristic you want to achieve as well, but you’d have to tweak on your impatience at first.
“Really,” you confirm.
“And I thought you were just saying that because your shampoo is expensive.” He teases you with a bob of his covered finger on your nose.
“That too.”
You reach behind Jungkook to grab your brother’s weird three in one shampoo. You squirt some on your hand and put it back. On your tippy toes you start to shampoo his hair as well.
He has his mouth twisted in a cocky smirk when he says, “The way you opened the door for me earlier seemed a little...” Jungkook cocks his head and ponders for a fitting word.
When he doesn’t come up with one you suggest, “Desperate?”
“Hmm.” Jungkook’s nose scrunches as he’s in thoughts. “I wanted so say rushed, but sure. Desperate will do.”
Your eyes roll in playfulness. “You were dripping with sweat, Jungkook. Didn’t want any of it dirtying my apartment floor,” you reason.
You texted Jungkook a good morning message and good luck on today’s game. He instantly replied with a thank you and told you that he had just finished his morning jog through the campus park. And maybe you offered him to stop by at your place because conveniently you also wanted to take a shower... (You hate morning showers). Taehyung had left a couple minutes prior to visit the gym.
“That’s the only reason?” A challenging twinkle flashes across his eyes.
The tip of your tongue touches your upper lip as you try to hide your smile. “Wouldn’t know why else.”
Jungkook nods. He grabs the shower head and tips your head back by grabbing your cheek. Carefully, he washes the shampoo out of your hair.
Jungkook is cautious not to accidentally splash water on your face and gently runs his fingers through your wet hair to remove the excess shampoo. You taught him well.
When he’s done, he offers you the shower head and it’s your turn.
Standing on your toes while trying to wash the shampoo out of his hair is always a little battle.
Usually, Jungkook comes to meet you by lowering himself, but at the moment his mind wanders elsewhere.
You first feel his hand on the curve of your waist. It’s a soft grasp. A gentle squeeze of your flesh that transiently side-tracks you from your task.
“Jungkook.” You try to pull him out of his little bubbles he’s trapped in. There’s a thickness to your voice, undoubtedly from his wandering hand on your body.
“Mmmh?’ He doesn’t look you in the eyes. Solely fixed on your body as his fingers mould against the supple form of your tit. You’ve always reckoned him to be a tits man, but he denies it and says he loves your ass equally as much. Liar.
“Bend down a little so I can rinse off the shampoo,” you request. His lashes flutter as he averts his eyes to you. A tiny crease appears between his brows like he has actually forgotten where he is and what you two have been doing. “Believe me, you really don’t want remnants of shampoo lingering in your hair.” You cock your head, fruitlessly waiting for a reaction from his head empty and hands full with tits haze.
Suddenly, Jungkook does bend forward. But not in favour of you, but to satisfy his own selfish desire to suck on your boob.
“Oh!” you squeal, pressing the shower head against his back. “Jungkook,” you chide, but your voice turns into a soft whine at the end.
“Hmm?” His hum together with your nub between his lips twists something in your tummy. His tongue begins to swirl around it, and you have to force your eyes to stay open. Jungkook’s inked hand reaches down your lower back. His subtle touches leave a trail of shivers, until his pads brush over the slope of your ass. He squeezes your cheek, firm fingers digging into your skin.
A small gasp escapes your throat.
With a lewd pop he releases your nipple. A lopsided smirk appears on his face, conjuring the little dimple on his cheek.
Jungkook’s dimple. So banal but so endearing. It’s a pretty contribution to the soft contours of Jungkook’s features – except for the sharp outline of his jaw. That adds to his image of the college jock. You like to tease him with that name, and he loathes it, but the sex afterwards is always so good.
You feel his other hand sneak down, grabbing a handful of your ass. He closes the distance between you again, pressing languid kisses along your neck. Begrudgingly, your eyes fall closed.
“Is this what you wanted?” A whisper of his mellow voice coaxes your breath to stutter.
“Yeah.” It’s merely a murmur. The tender nudges against your skin with his mouth unfold spellbound clouds in your mind, looming over your rational thoughts. “But the...” The shampoo you want to remind him, but he starts to suck on your skin and no more comprehensible thoughts form in your head.
You raise the shower head to Jungkook’s hair and wash off the remaining bits of shampoo. You make sure not to let the water run down his face.
“But what?” he asks, planting a soft peck on the flesh below your collar bone where his teeth have just sunk in. You’re not trying to act like a brat – you just care for his hair.
“Nothing,” you utter between pouting lips. “But no marks,” you alert.
“Just a tiny one.” Jungkook kisses the spot again. “No one will see,” he persuades.
Presuming you won’t wear clothes with a deep cleavage. Jungkook just made sure you won’t.
You put the shower head back on its place on the wall beside you. You struggle to secure it in the holder when you feel Jungkook’s hand move from your ass to your tummy.
Usually, you’d coax him into allowing you to put conditioner in his hair, but you can only concentrate on his hand slowly trailing down your belly button. When he cups your pussy, your hands clasp his shoulders.
A tantalising grin pulls the corner of his lips up. “You want this?”
You nod, your teeth capturing your bottom lip.
“Use your big girl words.” Jungkook runs his pad over your folds, eliciting a shudder from you. “Talk to me.”
“Want you,” you plead. Your eyebrows knit the further Jungkook dips his middle finger in. “Been wanting this for so long.”
Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Last night wasn’t enough?”
The mention of last night shoots arousal and need straight to your core. An exchange of innocent text messages led to a phone call containing dirty words and hushed moans.
“No.” You shake your head. “I need you feel you.”
A chuckle bubbles in his throat. “That’s my girl.”
He spreads your wetness with his finger. Your hand wanders down to Jungkook’s tatted arm, squeezing his biceps when he brushes past your clit. His finger dwells there, putting pressure on your swollen bud. Your hips impulsively start to rock, a shaky whimper rolls past your mouth.
“Always so needy.” He draws his hand back. A petulant whine from you echoes in the bathroom.
“Shh,” Jungkook hushes you. Glimmers of tease spark in his eyes. “Bend over for me, love.”
With a puff, you turn around, bend forward and catch yourself on the tiled wall. It’s cold on your palms, but you’ll endure this if it means that Jungkook will make you cum.
He hisses behind you. “So fucking pretty.” A hand travels over your ass to your spine and back. “The prettiest girl,” he rasps. You earn a smack on your cheek, the pain leaving your walls clenching around nothing.
You turn your head, catching him just as he aims a trickle of spit at your pussy. He rubs it over your folds. His inked fingers vanish between your thighs.
“Oh fuck,” you moan as his index finger slowly enters you. He reaches deep, curling his finger to graze your spot. “More.” He’s teasing you, rubbing over your sensitive area in slow strokes.
“What do we say?” he taunts, specks of mock painting his voice.
“Please,” you reply. “I need more, please.” You’re putty in his hands. The desire to be touched bigger than your general wayward behaviour.
“Good girl.” Jungkook adds another finger. It’s just two, but you feel so full. So good.
While his fingers pick up on the speed, you feel Jungkook’s kisses on your ass. He has you rolling your eyes at the way his pads curl against your sweet spot, the knot in the pit of your tummy tightening.
Jungkook bites down on your flesh, drawing a squeal out of you. Your head twists to him again. He’s on his knees, his cheek resting against the curve of your ass as he captivatingly watches his fingers move in and out of you. A faint smirk hangs on his lips.
He meets your half-lidded eyes. His smirk deepens. “Can take a third one?”
You know you can – he knows it too – but you’d rather have his cock inside you.
“I wan’ you.” It’s a sulky request, but Jungkook’s eyes soften.
“You think you’re ready for me?” He pushes his fingers deep, remaining there for a while. Your knees buckle.
“Yes,” you pant. “I’m always ready for you.”
Jungkook hums. Your eyes focus back on the white tiles, expecting Jungkook to move behind you to bury himself inside you. With a pounding heart you wait. A gasp springs from your chest when
Jungkook’s tongue is on your pussy. He retreats his fingers from your quivering hole, using both his palms to spread your cheeks open. His tongue dives between your folds, inciting breathless whimpers from you.
“Taste so good.” Jungkook muffles indistinctly between licks on your wetness.
The sloppy sounds of his tongue lapping on your pussy fill your ears. Your throat constricts, the pleasure sends you spiralling, not permitting you make another noise.
One hand smooths over your back. You arch your back for him and Jungkook voices an approving hum against your core. Tingles sprawl everywhere, eyes falling shut as Jungkook swirls his tongue over your clit. He sucks on your tiny nub, and your thighs shake in response.
His thumb gathers your juice mixed with his spit and begins to circle your other hole.
“Jungkook,” you mewl. Your voice is small, barely having the vigour to drown out the noise of running water and Jungkook’s wicked mouth.
“Mhmm? What is it, princess?” His playful baritone timbre rumbles through your body, sparking the tight knot in your belly. The pad of his thumb continues to sweep over it, jolts of arousal teeter in your veins. He pecks your ass. “Want more?”
“Yes – please,” you answer hurriedly, voice laced with an equal amount of desperation and lust. It’s still early in the morning but Jungkook has you begging for his cock with no effort.
Jungkook straightens up to his full height. He squeezes your waist, his other hand pumping his thick cock. He rubs the glistening precum on his tip over his length. His eyes are glued to your inviting pussy, the urge to fill you to the brim fogs his mind, but he controls himself. He’ll get you used to his size before fucking you silly. The filthy thought of having you cum around his dick lures a restrained groan out of him.
Last night, when he heard your hushed whines and little whispers of his name, Jungkook was thirsting to come over and have his way with you. It had him lusting over you even after the phone call ended.
Jungkook taps his tip against your aching pussy. The wet sounds it elicits makes his front teeth dig into his lower lip. So wet. Just for him.
His head nudges your entrance. You inhale sharply, zealously anticipating the feeling of his cock sheathed deep inside you. Jungkook pushes his cock inside you. A mutual moan reverberates in the bathroom.
“Fuck.” Your eyes are tightly closed.
“It’s just the tip,” Jungkook mutters, fingers trailing up your spine.
“So big,” you babble.
“You can take it.” Jungkook’s hand finds your tit, firmly palming the smooth flesh. “You’re gonna take my cock like the good girl you are, right?”
The pet name makes your heart flutter. “I can take it,” you promise.
Gradually, Jungkook eases his cock inside you. He’s so deep. Your head hangs low. You’re so full.
There’s an inkling of burning pain from Jungkook’s size, but he allows you to adjust to him. His fingers tugging at your nipple steals your attention. A whine flies past your lips at his ministrations on your pebbled nipple.
“You can move,” you tell him once the pain dulls.
A delicate kiss is pressed on your shoulder blade before Jungkook draws back. His hands are firmly anchored in your hips. Jungkook pulls back until only the head of his cock is left between your walls. In a fluid motion, he bottoms out.
“Damn, you feel so fucking amazing,” he grunts, a harshness surrounds his tone. Jungkook loses himself. He finds his rhythm and thrusts inside your pussy with sharp motions.
You’re a mess beneath him. A moan of his name flees your throat. He smacks your ass and the sting rattles through you, tiny sparks fuelling the fire inside you.
“Faster,” you utter between pants. “Faster, Jungkook.” He picks up on his speed, hitting the sweet spot inside you in hastier succession. “Please don’t stop.” You sneak a hand between your legs. You press your index finger to your clit, stroking in swift circles.
Jungkook gathers your hair in one hand, twisting it around his fist. Your head lifts, back arching.
“You’re gonna cum for me?”
You’re barely able to register Jungkook’s question. Your high is inbound, threatening to spill over. “Y-yes.” It’s a broken cry, Jungkook’s rapid lunges of his hips make it practically impossible to talk.
“Please make me cum.”
“You wanna cum so badly, don’t you?” Mock sympathy laces his voice. His makeshift ponytail tugs you back. Your hands are merely touching the wall for support, but Jungkook has a secure hold on you.
You reply with an impatient whine.
“You’ve been such a good girl,” Jungkook muses. His grip on your waist tenses, delivering a particularly hard thrust. You curse at the way his cock kisses the deepest part inside you. “I think you deserve to cum.”
Oh God.
His hand with your hair bundled in his palm pulls you back to him. You reluctantly let your hands slip from the tiled wall.
“I’ve got you,” Jungkook assures. He snakes both his arms around you, keeping you safe. He gently nudges your hand between your thighs. You comply, allowing Jungkook to replace your fingers. “I’m gonna make you cum.” His voice promises into your ear. A shiver crawls up your spine. His possessive ass likes to receive credit for everything.
Jungkook’s middle finger rubs over your clit in circular motions. Your head tips back, completely engulfed in Jungkook’s enchanting touches on your body.
“So close.” Your head falls back against his shoulder. Your sweet moans fill his ear.
“Pretty girl.” Jungkook’s nose nuzzles your cheek. “Cum for me.” His other hand rests against your lower tummy. His palm puts pressure on that spot. Your eyes roll in utter euphoria.
When the taut coil snaps inside you, a fuzzy feeling rushes through your entire body. It makes your body tingle with bliss. The feeling is overwhelming your senses, your eyes can’t stay focused. You moan weakly, legs shaking.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises. His words send warms chills on your skin.
His finger on your clit slows down. Jungkook lets you ride out your high, his thrusts deep and lazy.
When you peek a glance at him, you see him with brows knitted in pleasure. His dark hair is wet, long hair a mess on his head that you can’t wait to comb later. Jungkook’s sturdy body glistens with water and sweat, his shredded chest momentarily steals your attention until your eyes get distracted by the shimmering tattoos adorning his entire right arm, from hand to shoulder.
His colourful tattoos complete the look and add something irresistible to him, ridiculously charming – an impeccable portrayal of a ravishing man you should keep your distance from, but what can you say, your connection is like a magnet pulling you to him. You had kept your distance from him – even back when you two were still in high school and he was a grade above you – but once a taste of what it’s like to be with Jungkook and you became, mutually, addicted.
And as long as your brother doesn’t get a whiff of it – everything's fine.
“Wanna cum inside,” Jungkook breathes. His hand grips your ass tightly. “Can I cum inside?”
You rarely allow him to cum inside, but the way a desperate, whiny pitch accompanied by little puffs and moans colour his voice lets you decide otherwise.
“Yeah,” you whisper. “Cum inside me, fill me up, Jungkook.”
“Oh, fuck.” His fingers sink into your waist. Jungkook fucks you relentlessly. “Gonna fill your pussy.”
With a guttural moan he pounds deep inside you, painting your walls white. Sloppy thrusts follow as he spills everything inside you, breathless noises hanging in the air.
Jungkook’s gingerly pulls his cock out, lightly tapping it against your pussy coated in your mixed juices.
“Bend over.”
Your hands are flat against the wall again, arching your back for Jungkook.
“Shit.” His palms smooth over the expanse of your ass. “Your tiny pussy looks so good filled up with my cum.”
You giggle. You feel his digits gently trace over your folds. He dips his finger in your cum filled hole.
“Up,” he instructs.
When you stand in front of him again, he holds his finger coated with his cum in front of your face.
On instinct, you open your mouth for him.
You close your lips around the pad of his tatted finger. Your tongue swirls around it, the taste of his cum spreading in your mouth.
Jungkook wears a fond smile on his face. He removes his finger when you swallow. “Good girl.”
Suddenly, someone yells your name from outside the bathroom.
You shriek.
“Relax, it’s just me.” Taehyung.
What the hell is he doing here so early?
You take a step back from Jungkook. “What do you want?” you yell.
“I think I left my AirPods here.”
Your eyebrows draw together in annoyance. “You came all the way back for that?”
Taehyung ignores your accusatory tone. “Can I come in? They gotta be here.”
You send a worried glance at Jungkook. But he just nods, giving your waist a reassuring squeeze.
The shower curtain is opaque. If Jungkook stays silent he won’t notice anything.
Jungkook pushes the shower curtain aside, pointing at the pile of clothes. Your pyjamas mixed with his jogging attire. Shit.
“Hold on a second,” you tell Taehyung, trying not to sound too panicked.
“I won’t look, _ _ _.” Taehyung’s voice drips in impatience.
“Just wait.”
You hurry to bend down, careful not to slip, and pick up Jungkook’s clothes from the floor. Jungkook hands linger on your hips to keep you safe. As you draw back, he pulls back the shower curtain and covers you both in the tiny shower.
“You can come in now.”
You hear him push down the doorknob. The door creaks a little as Taehyung enters the bathroom.
“It’s like a fucking sauna in here,” Taehyung comments.
The water is steaming hot – your choice, not Jungkook’s.
Your heart runs lapses in your chest. Your hand reaches for Jungkook’s arm, tightly holding onto him.
“Don’t forget that mum and dad are coming over this weekend.”
You mentally groan at his reminder.
Your first semester has just barely started a few months ago, but your parents can’t wait to check up on you.
“I know,” you reply.
“I think they wanna have dinner with Minho and his parents.”
Now you can’t suppress your piqued groan. Your forehead hits Jungkook’s biceps.
Taehyung chuckles. “You’re gonna pretend to be sick?”
“Mum will know.”
“Is me breaking his nose for you better?” You hear the smile on his face, but if you said yes, he’d totally do it.
You laugh. “Leave him alone. I don’t even know who he is.”
“Found them!” Taehyung calls. “Gonna leave now. Love ya!” You hear his steps leading him outside the bathroom. The door shuts close.
Jungkook and you remain silent until you’re sure that Taehyung left the apartment.
You heave a relieved sigh.
“That was close,” you mutter against his skin. Jungkook doesn’t say anything.
“So who’s Minho?” Jungkook briefly moves his arm to nudge your head.
“Just a guy who studies here as well.” You prop your chin up on his arm, looking up at him. “My parents are friends with his. They want me to meet him.”
Jungkook nods pensively. His palms slide down your back.
“Jungkook,” you warn when you feel him give your ass a squeeze.
“What? Lemme play with you a little more.”
“But it’s time for conditioner.” He grabs your hand mid-air, before you can fetch the conditioner.
He intertwines your fingers. “Just a little more.” Jungkook nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck.
Your eyes flutter close.
Your arms loop around his shoulders. A shaky breath springs from your chest when you feel Jungkook’s fingers between your legs.
“Gonna make you feel good. I promise.”
Jungkook is insatiable and you’re willing to give him every part of you.
The perfect match.
~
Hours later, you sit in class.
The lecture is almost done. You find yourself habitually scribbling doodles on your iPad, next to your notes.
You keep thinking back on the incident this morning and how Jungkook and you could’ve gotten caught. Maybe there shouldn’t be any visits from him at your place anymore – it's way too hazardous.
You don’t want Taehyung to find out. But you also don’t want to lie to him if you continue tackle this matter imprudently.
Your phone vibrates with a new message. You tilt the screen to your view. An immediate smile unfurls as you read Jungkook’s name.
Jungkook
hey
just wanted to make sure that you’re coming to the game later?
You
i am !! i'm excited
Jungkook
i’ll make sure to win for you
You
hihi
Jungkook
watchu up to rn
You
i’m in class
i’m bored
i don’t have friends
and i'm hungry
Jungkook
poor girl
you wanna come a lil earlier to the game?
You
why?
Jungkook
just so I can see you before the game starts
You
you’ll find me in the bleachers
like you always do
Jungkook
my eyes detect the pretty real fast ;)
You
🙄
Jungkook
so you don’t wanna give me luck before the game :(
You
how early are we talking about?
i still have classes
Jungkook
i dont know
enough time to give me sum good luck
You
what kind of giving luck are we talking about
🤨
Jungkook
you know
just
a little good luck kiss
You
good luck kiss?
you're annoying
Jungkook
i miss your lips
You
you’re sure no one will be there?
Jungkook
if you come early enough
You
i’ll come
just briefly
Jungkook
see ya princess
You’re gonna skip class to give Jeon Jungkook head.
The woman you are.
~
Jungkook slips you in the empty locker room without anyone noticing.
You both have mastered the ability to sneak into places unobserved, it seems.
“Just wanna stress that I skipped a class for you.” An accusing tone resonates in your voice as you turn to him, a finger poking his chest.
A bewitching smile swirls on Jungkook’s mouth. “Well, I’m happy that when you do, on a rare occasion, it’s to spend time with me.” He catches your finger easily, wrapping his hand around your wrist smoothly. Jungkook steps closer.
You can’t deny the giddy bubbles in your tummy whenever Jungkook flirts with you. It’s a prompt reaction – almost natural.
“You want your good luck kiss now?” The way he is staring down at you makes you feel a little jittery, but you keep his intense gaze, bashing your eyelashes up at him.
He traces a line with his knuckle along your jawline. “Whatever,” he answers. “Just the time I spend with you will bring me enough luck.”
A frustrated pout adorns your face. “I skipped class for this?”
“You don’t like spending time with me?” Jungkook’s brow quirks, a small playful smile curving his lips.
“No,” you deny vehemently. “I do like it. I just thought we were gonna do a little more than that.”
Jungkook chuckles. “I think you want it even more than me.”
Heat crawls into your cheeks. “So what?” You try to hide your growing shyness. “You were the one begging me to come here.”
“That’s right.” His thumb brushes over your lower lip, just the hint of a touch. “ ’Cause you always make me feel so good, princess.”
Shivers, everywhere. Jungkook leans down. He wants to tease you, you know it, but you stand on your tip toes and close the distance. You catch his mouth in a fierce kiss, fingers going straight into his hair, dishevelling the mess of his curls.
He walks backwards, pulling you along him until his calves hit the locker room bench and he slowly sits down. With his hands gripping your waist, he tugs you onto his lap.
“How much time do we have?” you whisper against his neck when he presses kisses down your throat.
“Don’t worry about it.” His lips move to your earlobe and he sinks his teeth into your soft skin.
“Jungkook.” You wanted to sound solemn, but it falls from you like a moan when his hands squeeze your ass. “I don’t want anyone finding us like this.”
“Then lets hurry.”
You shoot him a wide-eyed glance. “Excuse me?”
Jungkook ignores you and pulls you in for another kiss.
You are used to this, though. Spending your time with Jungkook like this always meant hurried touches and second look glances at the surroundings.
Your hips grind on his lap. Jungkook curses, his forehead falling onto your chest.
“I love this place,” he murmurs, palming your boobs through your tight sweater top. You giggle.
The bulge in his pants is pressing against you. Your hand clasps around it, squeezing a little. Jungkook groans at the feeling of your hand.
“I need you on your knees. Right now,” he commands in a rasp.
With a mischievous smile you sink down to your knees. Your trapped between his thighs. Jungkook quickly gets rid of his pants and briefs, pushing them down to his knees.
Jungkook’s cock lies against his abdomen. It’s pretty and salivating, his veiny length coloured in an angry red.
He strokes his cock, his thumb swiping across his glistening tip. “Open wide for me.” You feel his hand on the base of your neck. You obey nimbly, tilting your head upwards and sticking out your tongue.
Jungkook taps his cock against your tongue. The wet sound it produces sinking straight into your core. When he pushes his dick inside your mouth, you swirl your tongue around him. A string of curses follow the warm feeling of your mouth.
His cock is heavy between your lips. It reminds you of how his sheer size stretches your pussy when he fucks you, his mushroom tip rubbing against your sensitive spot and making you roll your eyes at the intensity. Your nails leave crescent marks in Jungkook’s thighs when you take him deeper.
“Just like that.” His voice gains something sharp and piercing.
You’re breathless when you pull off. You hold his length to your mouth; a dribble of spit runs down from his tip.
Jungkook moans at the sight of you spitting on his cock. He wants to shut his eyes and let your sinful mouth overtake every sensible part of him, but he can’t draw his eyes from you – his cock between your plump lips, your sparkly eyes looking up at him, a little teary because his size is still a little too much for you. Angelic.
Jungkook wants to blow his load right then and there.
Your head bobs up and down, palm stroking the part you can’t reach. The air is filled with wet, slurping sounds alongside Jungkook’s scratchy groans. You lap at the underside of Jungkook’s cock, tongue rolling around his head when you reach it, a kitten lick at his slit to add your teasing.
His dick twitches in your grasp. “Fuck.” He gathers loose strands in his palm. His hand lingers on the back of your head with your hair in a bundle to support you.
He urges you forward and your mouth closes around him again. Jungkook pressures you to take his cock deeper and you take his length further until your nose pokes his crotch. With shimmering eyes, you blink repetitively, his tip hitting the back of your throat.
“God, you look so fucking pretty with my cock stuffed in your mouth.” Jungkook hisses, keeping you down there. You swallow and his cock twitches again, the curse that flees his chest is low and it does something to your pussy.
He pulls you off his cock, just to push you down again. You gag, eyes tightly closed as Jungkook has his way with you.
“Love to hear you gag for me.” A deep crease appears between his eyebrows. “So good at taking my cock. Gonna make me fucking cum.”
Jungkook’s muscular thighs shake beneath your palms. His hips move desirously upwards, full length sheathed in your throat.
“Gonna cum – fuck ‘m gonna cum. You’re gonna swallow like the good girl you are?”
Jungkook’s cum shoots inside you. His hand in your hair goes limp. You suck on his tip, lazily stroking his dick to pump everything out while he’s breathing heavily above you. He hisses when your gentle touches are too much from him, pulling his cock from your mouth.
“Swallowed everything?” His voice is low, a little drowsy from his high. His fingers smooth over your hair to tame the mess he has created.
“Uh-huh.” A smile is on your face. You give his spent cock a peck before you rise.
Jungkook pulls his clothes back on. You walk to your bag discarded on the floor to search for tissues.
“There’s no way we’re losing the game today,” Jungkook says, smirking.
While you somewhat clean your hands you say, “Don’t jinx it.” When you’re done, you grab your phone.
“I’m not. We’re winning this.”
You stand in front of him. “Can you hold this?” You hand him your phone with the camera app opened, the screen showing you. Your fingers fold around his wrist to get the perfect angle of your face and you start fixing the mess of mascara Jungkook was the cause of.
“You don’t believe in me?”
“No, I do.” Impishness sways in your tone.
Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Princess, you should know me better than that.” He cocks his head, eyes intently watching you. “If we win, I’ll have my way with you tonight. If we don’t, you’re in charge.”
A tiny giggle escapes you at his proposal.
“Sure.”
You’re in for a ride.
~
Watching a hockey game of your brother has always been fun.
Not particularly because you are a fan of the game, but because you like to see Taehyung beam in his love and passion for it. You’ve always been a big supporter of his.
What made the games a tiny speck more enjoyable for you was his hot best friend playing with him.
You can’t keep your eyes off Jungkook. You keep searching for him, observing every move and play.
Sometimes you have to force yourself to pry your eyes away and see what your brother is doing.
It’s hard to force your attention away from Jungkook, but it’s even tougher to feign nonchalance because you attended the game with Chanyeol – a friend from class, but you two initially became friends at a frat party.
He usually tags along with you, together with your friend Naeun but she couldn’t accompany you today – too swamped with work.
“Taehyung’s really amazing.”
Chanyeol’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. Your eyes fly from Jungkook to Taehyung, your throat constricts like you’ve been caught in a criminal act.
“I know,” you say, a little awkward. “He’s always been this good.”
It’s half-time. The fifteen-minute break has just started. The bleachers are crowded, though some are leaving to use the small break.
Suddenly, the huge screens show close ups of the viewers.
The kiss cam.
The couple shown on the screen starts kissing and the entire audience cheers.
You’ve never been on the kiss cam. There are too many people in the audience anyway, the chances to appear on it are low.
Unbothered, you turn to Chanyeol.
“You’re coming to the party this Saturday?” he asks.
“My parents are coming over this weekend.” You sigh at the thought of it. “I doubt I’ll be able to go out.”
“Yikes.”
Your phone vibrates. You unlock it to find a new message from Naeun. You’re occupied with texting Naeun when Chanyeol faintly nudges his knees to yours.
“I’m sorry, I-” When you look up, you see yourself on the big screen. “Oh!” you squeal surprised.
Chanyeol laughs beside you. A rush of excitement and nervousness courses through your system.
Chanyeol’s eyebrows raise in question.
Should you? Chanyeol doesn’t have a girlfriend, you don’t have a boyfriend. There’s nothing to lose, really. Exhilaration is clouding your judgement.
Slowly, a timid smile curves your lips upwards.
You lean in closer. Chanyeol takes the hint and cups your cheek. When his lips touches yours, your tummy tingles. You share a heated kiss, your body leaning in closer as you get lost in it for a brief second.
The applaud and cheers are blocked by your ears. You only focus is Chanyeol.
The moment doesn’t last long. When you both break the kiss, you smile at each other, giggles surrounding you.
The kiss cam isn’t focused on you anymore, another couple on the screen.
“You’re a good kisser,” Chanyeol compliments teasingly.
“That was fun,” you reply, the thrill of it all making you feel light in the head.
When you cast your glance to the field, it slowly subsides.
Taehyung is looking at you with sharp look. You know your brother too well. His expression translates to are you fucking serious?
Yes, you want to answer. Lemme have fun for once.
Your eyes roll unintendedly when you avert your gaze from Taehyung. But they, somehow, instantly land on Jungkook.
Your chest flutters, even from a distance his effect on you is intense.
The look he gives you is blistering, straight into your soul.
No matter how this is will end, Jungkook is gonna have his way with you either way.
Oh, now you are definitely in for a ride.
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hii luna, how r u?!?!?! ☺️☺️
i really wanted to know what are your thoughts w bakugo and sex polen or just something like a lust quirk
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pro hero!bakugou katsuki x pro hero!reader
SYNOPSIS: after being hit with a sex pollen quirk, the only person bakugou has in mind to ask for help is his frenemy with benefits coworker.
WARNINGS: minors dni, sex pollen, i cannot write without making it a lil soppy in love lmao, begging, they both come three times lol, oral both ways, cute themes :), loads of pet names from bkg because who am i, unprotected bc i forget about condoms lol don’t do that irl kids but also don’t take sex advice from me but take that okay
LUNA SAYS: hello!!! first fic of the year! hope everyone enjoys lol tell me what you think :) haven’t been writing much because i’ve been READING!!! last year i met my goal of 55 books and this year i wanna try 100 hehe ALSO YES thank you one direction for the title inspo
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bakugou swears the gods love you, this whole situation was punishment for that stupid argument he had in your office two days ago. he liked arguing with you, getting under your skin but because he hasn’t seen you since that day, there’s been no reconciliation. so that argument is still in the air, now punishing him because he knows how you’re going to react when he tells you about his little problem. he needs you and he’s sure you’re either going to slam your door in his face or slap him for being so… vulgar. 
right now, bakugou is so horny it’s painful. he can feel it in his veins in his temples, his pulse in his neck and the twitch of his cock. apparently, it was a thing for people with sex pollen quirks to let it off on pro heroes because they’d think it would be funny. their put together heroes desperate to get off in public but this one was a slow burn. from when he got back to the agency, his car ride home and now outside your apartment, he’s about to explode.
a trickle of sweat slides from his eyebrow when he knocks on your door so he lifts his t-shirt to wipe it off. when he lets go of the fabric, he catches your eyes flick from his chest with an appreciative glance but hardening when they reach his pupils. yep, you’re still mad at him.
“if you’re trying to seduce me it won’t work,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest. you’re always so quick with him, ready to test him and put him in place. he’s always had a crush on you, who wouldn’t with how insanely beautiful you are? fuck his life.
bakugou’s eyes drop to your breasts, hidden under your t-shirt and he hopes he’s not salivating. he’s so lost in his head, in the tight grip of horniness his reflexes are almost too slow to catch your front door slamming in his face. almost. his foot slides between the wood.
“what the fuck, bakugou?” you snap, still trying to push the door shut despite his massive boot in the way, “instead of an apology, i just get you staring at my tits? fuck off!”
bakugou sighs deep from his stomach, keeping his foot in place but making no move to push the door open. “i need to talk to you. i really need to talk to you, sweetheart.”
you pause for a moment, peeking behind your door to look at him. you were, at base level, coworkers but along the way of working together for half a year, you’ve become something more. arguments are inevitable with the stubborn hero but now they turn into a weird type of tension you can’t put your finger on. sometimes your snappy remarks turn unintentionally sexual, one time leaning bakugou to push you into a closet to confront you, nose brushing up your neck and thigh between your legs. he might have got you off that day. also sometimes you intentionally give him that stare during hero galas, big eyes, pouty lips and a very revealing, shiny, figure-hugging dress leading him to making out with you in another random closet. you both were coworkers, sorta friends and sorta enemies. you definitely on the road to become fuck buddies with these closet meetings that keep going on but not enough for him to randomly ask for this favour though.
but you were the only person he could think of. 
“please.”
something about his tone, the pained breathlessness has you opening the door wider, able to get a better look at him.
“what’s wrong with you? are you sick?” you ask, fighting the urge to touch him. but you give in, reaching to press the back of your hand to his sweaty forehead. a moan erupts from him and you yank your hand back. “baku—,”
“earlier on patrol, someone hit me with their quirk,” he says almost slurred, leaning against the door frame with droopy eyes.
you gasp, even when arguing with the man you never want to hear about him getting attacked. you gesture him into your apartment and bakugou melts into your sofa, his arms spreading across the top. he looks out of place in your home, mismatched among everything normal to you. 
he’s ripping off his t-shirt when you ask, “what was the quirk? should i call an ambulance? what do you need?”
“you.”
bakugou katsuki is all man. he’s sin, pleasure and devotion, all mixed in one and you feel bad thinking so when he’s in pain. sweat coats his golden skin, a pink flush to his built chest and cheeks. he slouches deep into your old sofa, his head leaning back on it to reveal his thick neck you love to bruise and his whole body moves with every breath. your eyes trail against the length of his arms across the back of your sofa, his wingspan is so impressive you wouldn’t mind latching on a bicep with your teeth. his trousers are loose, the crotch gaping with his spread legs but still, you make out his dick. hard against his thigh and showing through the fabric. 
you blink at him, spluttering, “what?”
he’s the definition of hot and bothered, “it was a fuckin’ sex pollen quirk. that’s why my cock feels like a weight in my pants.” 
there are a million things to say to him. asking if he only came over to have sex or if he was ever thinking of apologising. saying that you’re sure there’s a cure somewhere so you didn’t have to do this. or even sending him out because that’s his problem. the main question was why you? why you? but none of these words came out because look at him. bakugou sits desperate for you, a paw rubbing at his lower stomach like he’s dying to touch himself but not without your permission. he’s so large he dwarfs your sofa and you know you’re just a girl standing in front of an annoyingly sexy man.
“ask me properly,” suddenly you’re breathless, biting down on your lip and staring at the length of his body. you’ve seen him shirtless a couple of times since you get your hero suits made by the same company and you run into him during a fitting. but never like this, like he’s already been fucked more than once. 
it takes all of bakugou’s energy to lift his head to look at you. you’re going to punish him for that stupid argument you had and he doesn’t even care because he wants it. he wants you so bad.
“needa fuck you, baby. lemme fuck you. feel your sweet pussy around me and your tits against my chest.” he grumbles, voice so deep it vibrates through the air. you’re about to agree, ready to go into any position, “i will fuckin’ beg for you, yn. my cock is achin’.”
you gasp, moving like an invisible string is dragging you to him. maybe you have thought about this scene before, at night with your phone in your hand and a vibrator in your other one. your whole body is shaking as you stand between his legs, pulling off your oversized cosy t-shirt to stand in just your leggings. bakugou presses his face into your stomach, mouth open as he inhales you desperately. his hands circle your thighs to hold you tight and he grunts, teeth clenched. you feel like relief and salvation.
“beg, katsuki,” you say nonchalantly, fingers brushing through his messy locks but the feel of his hot breath on your stomach is making your core tighten.
“please, baby. please. i need you so bad, fuck. only you,” he weeps, laying kisses over any part of bare skin he can reach. you’re sighing softly, hugging his head closer to you and you jump when he pinches your thigh, “you need to say yes ‘cause i won’t be goin’ slow on you.”
“yes, yes katsuki,” you barely finish the last syllable of his name when he yanks you to the sofa and kneels on the floor. your cheek is pressed into the back cushion, ass up in his face. 
“gonna take these off you baby, need to feel you on my fuckin’ tongue,” he mutters behind you, thick fingers coming to pull your leggings off. he can’t stop talking and you can’t fight the urge to roll your pussy over his face, “gonna soften you out, prep you for my dick, yeah?”
you’re humming, naked on your sofa and back arched in the air so he gets a good view. two palms are at your ass cheeks, pulling them apart then brushing against your lips, grunting at the shine coating them and your sweet nub at the top. bakugou’s head is a scramble, his body is raging hot for touch, for anything and then he’s got you spread for him. everything is on an overload. “holy fuck, i’ve fuckin’ dreamt about this since i had you in the closet that day rubbin’ against my thigh. knew you’d look good, smell good—,”
he stuffs his face between your legs, his lips brushing against your clit and his nose rubbing against your hole. you moan at the roughness, him so close to you and another moan breaks in your throat when his tongue, wide and wet swipes up from your clit to your ass. “fuckin’ taste good too, baby.”
bakugou gets to work from then, thumb pressing at your asshole while he licks, sucks and presses hard kisses against your clit. his hand rubs over your ass, up your back and even gropes a tit. you can barely talk, incoherent sentences as he runs his tongue over every part of you. you’re radiating warmth, rocking into him for more. he’s still skilled in desperation, two fingers easily sliding into you and tickling your spot.
when you clench around him he grunts, “so beautiful baby, i’ll give you anythin’.” 
high pitched breaths leave your throat as his lips latch on your clit and he sucks, fingers pushing in and out like he would his dick. 
“i’m gonna come, i’m—,” you start and you finish over his face, gushes of white circling his fingers with a loud squelch as your body trembles. you’re almost falling off the sofa, about to slide off into his lap on the ground when he swoops you up.
bakugou’s never been in your apartment but he makes his way to where he thinks your bedroom is. you’re jelly in his arms, still catching your breath, “i liked that, t-that was good.”
he lays you softly on your bed and your legs spread for him, evidence of what he made you do burning in his retinas. you’re so beautiful, you shouldn’t be letting him have you like this. 
“another time i promise i’ll fuck you slow, baby,” he mumbles, lost in the sight of you. your rising chest, your pretty tits. how your eyes are sleepy but full of mischief. the taste of you is still on his tongue and he can’t help but start yanking off his trousers to finally, finally fist at his cock.
your thighs squeeze together at the sight of him, bulging red tip coated in pre and the length of him almost purple for being hard for so long. he’s so big it makes his hand look oddly small and for a second you wonder how he’ll even fit. you feel yourself dribble down your ass.
“can i have a taste?” you whisper, so drawn to him. the unbelievable sight of his strong thighs and sharp chest. how he’s biting down so hard on his bottom lip and how you can tell his hand isn’t giving him much relief. you sit up, hands palming at his thighs and his cock is so close to your face.
bakugou katsuki whines. you’ve never imagined him whining for you and it’s better than you could have ever thought. “d-don’t put me in your mouth. i’ll fuckin’ come—,” you brush your lips against his tip and he flings his head back, “fuck, fuck, more please.” he feels like he’s insane, one second begging you to not and then begging you to touch him. he doesn’t know exactly what he needs, just that he needs you.
“i’ll be quick, promise,” you say, going cross-eyed at the sight of him. you only put your lips around his tip, coating him in your spit. bakugou is an animal, his grunt loud for not doing much to him. your tongue flicks around his most sensitive. through his slit, around his head and he feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. 
“more angel, more,” and finally just a tiny bit of release. you take as much as you can of him, which leaves two inches to spare so you wrap your fingers around him. “i knew you’d be good at this, angel. a fuckin angel.” he murmurs, eyes squeezed shut as it takes all his restraint not to start thrusting into your mouth. you start all on your own, bobbing your head up and down, your tongue laying flat against the underside of his dick, feeling for his veins and revelling in the heavy throb. 
you moan around him, vibrating down to his balls and everything happens too fast for him to catch up, “fu—,”
with no warning, he splutters down your throat and you drink up all you can. his hips shake and you keep your fist moving, flicking your eyes up to see him already watching you. when he’s finally done, you take him out your mouth and you gasp when he slaps against his stomach. still hard, raging and ready to go again. your mind is cloudy when he tips your head up and kisses you softly, “thank you, yn.”
he’s about to pull away but you circle your arms around his neck pulling him into your body back onto the bed. your kiss goes on forever, his naked body rubbing against yours, tongues brushing against each other and sucking like you’ve done this millions of times before. when you finally need a breath, he’s still full of energy licking a stripe up your neck and pressing wet kisses across your jaw.
“next time i’ll have more restraint, i’ll worship you next time, angel,” he says so full of emotion and regret you wrap your legs around his waist to feel him rocking against your clit. if this wasn’t bakugou worshipping your body, what is? 
you buzz at the thought, “next time? you’re sure there will be a next time?”
bakugou laughs deep and masculinely, thrusting his hips against your clit and biting just above your breast. “i know once we have each other, we’ll need it again. same way when we argue we need it again, when i kiss you i need it again, when i fuckin’ see you i’m plannin’ when i’ll be seeing you next.”
“you’re crazy.”
“fuckin’ crazy for you, angel.”
he punctuates his comment with a smirk and then a kiss on your lips. he’s about to kiss you again when you say, “fuck me katsuki. however, you want.”
he blinks at you for a second before stuffing his head in the crook of your neck. he groans, arousal at the tip of his tone, “you cannot fuckin’ say that to me. you dunno how long i’ve wanted this. my head is about to blow.”
you laugh, fingers combing through his hair as he lies on your body. his dick is poking your stomach, a little wet from your spit and twitching with a life of its own. how can you sound so good? feel so good? no fucking way he is going back to a life without you after this. 
“fuck me then, use me katsuki.” your body rumbles under him when he speaks, the only reason bakugou has to prove that what you said was real and not in his head. 
“fuck angel,” and when bakugou sits up on his knees above you, it looks like he’s moving in slow motion, akin to a king sitting down on his throne and waiting for devoted attention. he fists himself again, eyeing you with want so strong you get the urge to cover your chest.
“don’t be gettin’ shy on me woman, you’re unreal,” he murmurs, one large hand covering the expanse of your stomach. he dips his hand between your legs, “open up for me, lemme see you sweetheart.”
bakugou grunts when you spread for him again, just enough for him to fit comfortably between your legs. he can’t help it when he moves his dick between your folds, drowning in your mewls at every nudge at your clit. you’re already warm and wet without being inside, and he thinks he’s close to passing out. finally fucking you might be the nail in the coffin. he’s holding onto his cock, about to push into your hole when your hand finds his hip, “ask me, katsuki.” 
your voice is honey and silk, defiance and a brat all rolled into one. your touch is light, the opposite of how he’s about to touch you, yet with a few words you’re in control. letting him know he should be lucky you’re letting him fuck you. he knows.
“can i fuck you, angel? gonna treat you so good, promise,” he slurs and when your eyebrows raise like you’re also not on the edge of breaking, he whimpers, “please.”
you smile slow and seductive, jolting your hips up for a better angle, “make it hard, katsuki.”
the smile doesn’t drop once he slides into you, smooth from how soaked you already are. “oh kats—,” “fuck baby—,” tumbling out you both. the first thrust and you’re full to the brim of him. your arms circle around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace and bakugou’s never felt such bliss.
then he starts moving, slowly at first to measure your reaction. every brush against your walls is delicious, harmony through your body though it’s not what you want. “katsuki,” you warn and he knows.
a weak grin falls on his face as he lifts up on his forearms, “didn’t think you’d be so bossy, angel.”
“what did i say about you calling me that?” 
“it’s not my fault you are.”
“if i was, which i’m not, it would definitely be your fault,” you bite but instead of replying with words bakugou snaps his hips sharply, your body jolting and you inhale with a gasp.
then he goes again and again and you’re both lost in the sensation. he feels rabid, once he’s got a taste he wants more, needs more and he feels his heart beating out his chest when your hands grab his chest. 
“this is what you wanted, sweetheart?” he grits through his teeth and you manage a nod, your head jumping back and forth with all the pet names he’s managed this evening. “speak. use your words.”
“i wanted this s-so much,” you tremble, legs locking behind his back and you don’t have it in you to cringe at the mess you’re making, the slick sounds of friction loud and only turning you on more, “oh my god.”
your bed frame knocks against the wall with every thrust, tits bobbing across your chest and you feel a drop of katsuki’s sweat fall on your forehead. “you’re gonna be mine after this,” he mumbles before slamming his lips to yours. your teeth hit but it doesn’t put you off, your arm hugging his head as his tongue forces its way into your mouth. you moan into him, exchanging air in this very messy kiss. his hips keep going, cock brushing so deep into you, against your spot that you know you’re about to come soon and fast.
your orgasm is hard and disorienting, waves of pleasure drifting through you at a speed that you have to push his lips off yours to let out a high-pitched whine. “f-fuck,” is all you hear when bakugou comes too, shaking violently with no space to get his thoughts in order. he spills everything into you, making everything even more wet and smooth. 
he rides out his orgasm, lips against your jaw as you catch your breath. when he’s finally finished he rolls beside you on his back. you’re both heaving, coated in sweat and your hair a mess. it’s only a couple of seconds before he yanks you into his arms.
“got bad news baby,” he whispers in your ear, so low and deep you think you could come with just the sound till you realise what he said.
you look up at him lethargically and he’s the prettiest man you’ve ever seen. dark long eyelashes and his ruby pupils are darker than usual, “what?”
he takes your hand and brushes it over his lower half, “still so fuckin’ hard.” 
he’s wet and sticky, hot and stiff like a pole. “wow, they really did a number on you didn’t they?” you smirk, circling your fingers around him.
“and you’re in luck ‘cause i’m about to do one on you. again and again, until you pass out on me,” he laughs, eyes shutting as you jerk him off.
“brave to assume you’ve got more stamina on me. i see you passing out, dick still hard.”
bakugou opens his eyes to see you shifting over to sit on his thighs, glossy and beautiful with a sheen all between your legs. he even feels some of his come from you on his skin.
he shrugs with a grin like sunshine, and your heart melts at the sight. He’s so cocky, literally, and he can't stop feeling you. squeezing and rubbing across your legs and thighs. the words are out before he finishes the thought, said with a confident crook of his head. 
“wanna be my girl?”
your eyes widen before composing yourself. you try to distract him (and you) by holding his dick and sinking onto it. another set of incoherent swears with the first touch and bakugou’s hands grip your ass. he bites down on his lip and you sigh in pleasure.
“don’t fuckin’ ignore me, say yes or no,” he says, eyes alert on your face and he notices you trying to roll your hips on him. he stops you quickly, holding you still.
“katsuki! let me move!” 
he holds you as he thrusts upwards and you fall forward on his chest, “answer me, angel or i’ll jerk off in the shower.”
“we both know my pussy is better.”
“i’ve been beggin’ for you all night, sure, but if you wanna ignore me then i’ll fuck off,” he thrusts up again and you whine, “still got some self respect.”
you manage to sit up, pressing a kiss to his lips, “you can be mine.” bakugou rolls his eyes, grinning like a fool, “but i would have preferred you didn’t ask me like this, so you better ask me again later.”
“then you can be mine too?”
you brush your thumb over his flushed cheek, with a cute shrug, “i’ll be yours, you’ll be mine. you know how it is.”
“good, i’ll keep that in mind,” bakugou loosens his grip on your ass, brushing his hand up your sides, “do what you want with me, sweetheart.”
that’s all you needed to lead you both to another completion. then another, and another.
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been watching playthroughs of various pokemon romhacks n fangames and honestly the community went off with making pokemon w no viable usage have better movepools n stats n stuff
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feather , part 23
“ like a feather, like a feather, like a feather ”
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( second post is based off of the request/ask “oh my god what if she doesn’t go to the lake house cause she thought luke and the girl were going to be there but the girl wasn’t there, so she went to a different place for the summer for no reason :(” )
( socialmedia!au )
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yourusername i need these cakes and i need them now
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luca.fantilli is that charles leclerc 🤨
→ yourusername yes what about it
→ colecaufield oh god don’t remind her
→ jackhughes calm down cole it was lando norris not leclerc 🙄🙄
→ yourusername i would actually really appreciate it if you baked me a cake and put an edible photo of carlos sainz on it
→ trevorzegras first of all yourusername you’re delusional and he’s like 10 years older than you
→ yourusername incorrect but proceed 😒
→ colecaufield and also your obsession is getting scary
→ yourusername IT WAS A JOKEEEE 🙄
username36 wondering how luke feels about this
username17 i just know luke’s punching the air
username26 luke’s prob sayin “why am i not on those cakes”
username92 if i don’t get a cake like that i’m throwing hands
mackie.samo LMAOOO IS THAT EMINEM
→ yourusername shush thyself
→ mackie.samo what 💀
markestapa you’re desperate
→ yourusername STOP DRAGGING ME
→ markestapa you could do a lot better
→ yourusername A LOT BETTER THAN DYLAN O’BRIEN?? i beg to differ
rutgermcgroarty smash
→ yourusername #harrypotterdefender4life
→ rutgermcgroarty wasn’t talking abt him but yes queen he’s hot too!!!!
→ yourusername oh.. why r u speaking like that it’s kind of scary 😥😥
lhughes_06 they’re not that hot 🙄🙄
→ yourusername I’M SORRY WHAT????
→ lhughes_06 idk theyre mid tbh
→ yourusername check ur eyes kid
→ lhughes_06 ok lil buddy
→ yourusername ihy
→ lhughes_06 i love u too
→ jackhughes 👀
→ luca.fantilli 👀
→ _quinnhughes 👀
→ trevorzegras 👀
→ mackie.samo 👀
→ colecaufield 👀
→ rutgermcgroarty 👀
→ adamfantilli 👀
→ _alexturcotte 👀
→ dylanduke25 👀
→ markestapa 👀
→ jamie.drysdale 🤢
→ yourusername you guys need to stop doing this so much oh my god 😭😭
username15 yall all keep asking how luke feels but what abt the bigger question: ARE THOSE THE STURNIOLO TRIPLETS???
→ username7 okay but the biggEST question is: IS THAT GRIFFIN GLUCK?!?!?!
→ username55 i thought it was fucking white boy carl 💀 username7
trevorzegras i sorta approve of your taste in mid white boys
→ yourusername says the mid white boy
→ trevorzegras HEY ☹️
dylanduke25 “smash” means
→ dylanduke25 goddammit i didn’t mean to post without the definition
→ yourusername get ur definition shit AWAYYYYY 🤺🤺
→ markestapa dilf is an acronym for "dad i’d like to fuck". a dilf is any man (typically between the ages of 30-50) who is incredibly attractive and has kids. they are usually really cut, from activities such as pushing strollers, giving piggyback rides, and intense trips to the local park or disney world. the also have a killer smile and sense of childlike joy, because they play with their kids all the time. unfortunately, getting with them is hard, as they are typically very faithful to their wife (see milf).
→ yourusername that’s plagiarism ‼️‼️‼️
username11 the taste in men is immaculate
colecaufield now i don’t comment a lot on your posts anymore but i want you to REAAAAALLY think about what you’ve done here
→ yourusername i posted pictures of hot white men’s faces on cakes!
→ colecaufield yes yes and how do you think that might make other people (cough cough) feel?
→ yourusername grateful because i showed them these masterpieces 🤗🤗
→ colecaufield oh kid you’re hopeless
jamie.drysdale dad asked what dilf means
→ yourusername tell him it means “drake is literally fire”
→ jamie.drysdale too late he saw mark’s definition 😂😂😂
username46 draco malfoy 💚
missseraphina lmao fangirl
adamfantilli let’s split the cake in half
→ yourusername sure <33 you can get the part with the word on it and i can get everything else 🥰
colecaufield i’m surprised crosby isn’t somewhere on there
→ _alexturcotte goddammit whyd u bring it up
→ yourusername SID!!!!!!
→ jamie.drysdale she still has that pinterest album of ONLY pics of him
→ trevorzegras lil drizz u had a crush on him when you were like 5
→ yourusername we all had a crush on him 😒
_quinnhughes would now be a bad time to tell you he’s punching his pillow in the other room
→ jackhughes hey he made us promise to not snitch
→ _quinnhughes stop acting like we actually do what he tells us to do
→ jackhughes you’re right we never do that
→ lhughes_06 you snitched i’m telling mom
→ jackhughes mom doesn’t care ur such a baby
→ lhughes_06 fine i’m telling dad
→ _quinnhughes dad does not give a flying fuck
→ jackhughes dad wouldn’t even know what we’d be talking about
→ jackhughes actually scratch that moosey you’re really damn obvious
→ yourusername what the hell is going on
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yourusername oui oui paris 🥖🎀 (creds to jamie for the pics ig)
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jamie.drysdale wow i’m so honored you remembered to give me creds
→ yourusername because we’re not allowed to argue on our trip 🤬
→ jamie.drysdale dad said and i quote “no squirreling”
→ yourusername what the fuck is squirreling
→ yourusername WAIT DO YOU MEAN QUARRELING 😭😭
→ jamie.drysdale yeah yeah so we can’t squirrel
→ yourusername it’s QUARREL
username88 mother is in her coquette era
username34 HOW DO YOU LOOK SO GOOD WITH A FACE MASK ON???
trevorzegras come backkkkkk wmy
→ yourusername no can do trev 😔
username21 hold up but i thought everyone was spending the summer at the lake house?
rutgermcgroarty but WE were supposed to go to paris together 🙁
→ yourusername no sweetie it was athens..
→ rutgermcgroarty either way it’s still in france
→ yourusername no…….. no its not 😭😭
→ rutgermcgroarty damn it i’m just trying to say you’re always going to OUR dream places with other people 😒
→ yourusername I WILL TAKE YOU TO JEJU ISLAND I PROMISE
→ rutgermcgroarty is that in europe
→ yourusername 😟
_quinnhughes it’s so weird not hearing you badly scream-sing in the shower at 2 in the morning
→ yourusername oh shut up you love my hamilton marathons
adamfantilli you should be the one wiping out on the wakeboard not me 😔😔
→ yourusername wow i feel sooooo missed
→ adamfantilli we do miss u tho (PLEASE COME BACK WE NEED YOU)
username2 wait why didn’t you go to the lake house 😟😟
→ yourusername jamie and i didn’t feel like getting harassed 💔
→ username2 BY WHOOOOO??
→ username2 actually that’s a dumb question i know who
username75 this is the first summer they haven’t spent at the lake house 😧
luca.fantilli don’t worry lil drizzle we bought u two tickets so u can come back 😁
→ yourusername noooooo
mackie.samo you need to come back rn no excuses
markestapa WE NEED TO TAKE OUR ANNUAL GROUP PIC 😕
edwards.73 duker almost burnt the house down please we need you back
jackhughes NO ONES EVEN HERE PLEASE JUST COME BACK
→ yourusername thought my cyberbully was going 😣😖☹️🙁😓😥
→ jackhughes LMFAOOO as if
→ yourusername i’ll consider it 🙄
_alexturcotte our karaoke nights are so boring without youuuu
→ yourusername you can solo our mariah carey songs trust 🙏🙏
→ _alexturcotte NO I CANT
→ yourusername turcs we booked our hotel for 3 weeks i can’t do anything 😭😭
dylanduke25 i almost burnt the house down making waffles
→ yourusername oh duker..
username24 the way they’re all begging her to go back to the lake house lmao
missseraphina it’s giving nepo baby
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→ username1 LMAOAOAO at this point drizz is just clowning this bitch
lhughes_06 i need you here
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lhughes_06 we need you here
next chapter notes ) so regarding the request; i wasn’t sure if it was like a request or more of just a thought but i felt like it could add more angst so i took it as a request anyways 🤍 i also wanted to say that the time between the first and second post was a bit of a jump but like let’s just say the first post was during finals week and the second one was obv during the summer and WE ARE FINALLY IN ACT IV WOOOOOOO 👏👏👏 also thank you all so much for 300 followers AHHHH!! it genuinely does mean so much to me and i’m glad you’re here on my journey to stir up more shit between luke and “his” girl
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here to help - isagi yoichi
18+!! minors don’t like/reblog
cw: pro player isagi!, reader is pmsing, afab reader anatomy + fem descriptions (“lovely girl” used once), so many nicknames, clear consent!! it’s hot!!!!, groping, thigh riding, dry humping, isagi nuts in his pants, kitchen sex, lil bit of implied aftercare, possibly exaggerated descriptions of pms symptoms but they’re accurate For Me so. shrugs, i sure hope the logistics of this make sense i wrote this at 2am, if u see typos no u don’t k thx
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no combination of elite players could intimidate isagi the way he is right now. he’s stuck in a web of decisions and possibilities, with no clear path or perfect answer. truly, this must be the ultimate test for him as a man.
how does he ask if you’re pmsing without actually asking?
he had only heard horror stories of what happened to men who asked if someone was pmsing. hell, he hardly knows what it means. all he knows is that you’ve been huffing while cleaning your apartment in a frenzy, you’ve cried over a video of a teacup pig on tiktok, and your boobs are straining against your (once his) oversized t-shirt despite it being multiple sizes too big for you.
(he’s trying to ignore the latter. really, he is.)
“hey, honey?”
your head snaps up from your focus on swiffering the floor. “what?”
there’s venom in your voice—venom that only bares its fangs once every few weeks, but still scares him every time.
isagi takes a breath. “are you…feeling okay?”
the words come out as nicely as possible. he feels like he’s talking to rin right now. or worse, barou.
“yeah. i’m fine.” you spit out. “kitchen’s almost done.”
“want me to do the dishes?”
you say nothing and shrug, which he (wisely) takes as permission to help while being as unobtrusive as possible. he tiptoes across the tile, avoiding the spots where the mopping solution is still drying, and starts up the sink. he can almost feel your grouchiness radiating off your body, so he keeps quiet and finishes the dishes in record time, making sure to rinse the sink of any crumbs or bits of food.
now, to your credit, you’re not normally this volatile. something must be in the air this month, some planet must be in retrograde, someone must have stepped on a crack in the sidewalk. you, isagi yoichi’s normally lovely parter, have been possessed by the ghost of periods past, present, AND future.
and he could be annoyed and snap at you like he would to his rivals on the field, but he’s intuitive enough to know that the mood swings must be way harder for you. plus, he loves you way too much.
…speaking of which.
he hears your feet patter over to him and your arms wrap around his midsection from behind. your face nests in the spot of his built back where his shoulder blades meet.
“what’s up, hm?”
“…are you mad at me..?” you mumble into his shirt.
isagi huffs out a laugh and spins around to face you. “not at all, love. feel better now that the kitchen’s clean?”
“mhm.”
now that you’re not practically breathing fire, the web of doom from earlier unravels.
“you’re not feeling too good, are you?” he asks. you shake your head. he presses a kiss to your crown. “are you fixing to start your…uh…cycle?”
caaareful, buddy.
you peer up at him. “you could tell?”
“yeah, uh, my app tracker thing told me.” his arms circle your shoulders and squeeze.
you’re quiet for a minute. isagi’s starting to panic, thinking of when his mother told him to never ask if it’s that time of the month, when his father said he needs to tread lightly, when he heard online of the psycho girlfriends that somehow warranted a reddit post.
but instead, you cuddle closer to him. “‘m sorry for being mean. didn’t mean it.”
your boyfriend smiles fondly. “it’s alright. just wanted to make sure i didn’t leave the toilet seat up again or something.”
you laugh weakly, apparently exhausted used after your cleaning frenzy.
“can i do anything to help?”
he’s asking out of courtesy. if you insist no, he won’t push it. one of isagi’s strengths is being able to read people, after all, so he doesn’t want to pester you and send you in a tizzy again.
but you actually answer him, though a little quiet.
“‘m ‘bs hurt.” you mumble into his chest.
he pushes some of your flyaway hairs down. “what was that, baby?’
your ears are burning. “my boobs hurt.” after the confession, you hide yourself back in his torso. “don’t worry ‘bout it, though.”
yoichi curls his neck down to coax you into looking up. “how am i not supposed to worry when my lovely girl is in pain?”
your cheeks warm, and isagi guides you away from him enough to skim his hands to your chest, gingerly cupping your breasts. they do seem heavier than usual, fuller. you sigh at the relief of them no longer weighing your chest down.
“feel good?” he asks, oh-so-gently kneading the flesh through your shirt.
you all but moan in response. his thumbs are pressing right at the sorest spots, fizzling out the pain and dispersing it almost like magic.
isagi’s hands are strong, calloused and certain against your boobs, and his willingness to help without question almost makes you tear up.
also, when did your underwear get so damp?
after a few moments, his hands slow. you whine, leaning against him and gently pushing him back against the counter.
“sorry, hon,” he smiles, “want me to keep going?”
you nod, and his ministrations continue. the pain is turning into slow throbs of pleasure, and you unwittingly stance yourself over one of his legs.
isagi feels the press of your clothed pussy over his jogger-clad thigh, and gives you an experimental nudge. one of your knees buckles, and you sigh out on instinct.
“still doing okay? i’ll stop if you’re not–“
you rock against his thigh again in response.
“i need an answer, baby,” he whispers softly. “out loud.”
“‘ts okay,” you breathe. “keep going.”
that’s all the permission isagi needs to all but hike you up his leg, hands still kneading your swollen breasts as your panty-clad pussy catches on the defined muscle of his quad. you’re on your tiptoes, knees buckling and your body only being held up by your arms around his neck and your core pressing on his leg. his thigh flexes, bumping your clit.
“yo- ahh..” you breathe, “do that again…”
“anything for you, baby.” your boyfriend purrs, flexing his leg again and all but bouncing you on his thigh.
the repeated press of muscle against your clit makes your hips buck, and you whine and push yourself further up his leg, one of your thighs brushing up against his crotch.
he’s totally hard.
“ah– baby, careful,” he coos, hands squeezing your tits harder. “‘m supposed to be helping you.”
you say nothing, continuing to hump his thigh and whining as the ever-growing pool in your panties allows you to slip up and down faster.
“‘m gonna, ah, ‘m bout to-“
“come on, sweetheart,” isagi goads you on, bouncing his leg faster and harder, guiding you to the high that’s so close to flooding your senses. “cum on my leg. god, you’re so hot.”
with his hands still groping and massaging your tits, and your pussy grinding on his bulging thigh, you’re so, so close, so close that you feel the warmth crawling up your neck and jaw-
but the high never reaches. it’s not enough.
“yoichi, it’s not- i can’t-“ the flush in your face is now from embarrassment. your fingers desperately cling to his neck, and tears start to well up in your eyes.
you look so pitiful. yoichi thinks he might die on the spot.
“you can, baby, c’mere.” his hands leave your breasts to slide your panties down your legs, and a thick string of arousal connects the fabric and your pussy. isagi smirks to himself at the sight.
when your bottom half is completely bare, he hoists you up by the waist, leaning back against the counter. your legs hook around his back, and he’s balanced so that a good portion of the weight is against the marble. he adjusts your hips so your bare pussy is slotted over his now-throbbing bulge, covered by his joggers, one of the drawstrings caught in between you.
“good?” he asks. you nod, arms hooked around his neck and eyes peering down at him, glazed over with the ebb of your failed orgasm.
“okay. hold on, sweetheart.”
with that, your boyfriend bucks up into your pussy, using his incredible legs as leverage to bounce you up and down his bulge. the friction of the polyester in his pants is heavenly against your clit, rubbing against the raw nerves and stealing the breath out of you.
“yoichi- oh, my—“
“c’mon, c’mon baby, grind on my cock, c’mon—“
your words are intermingled with the sounds of your weeping pussy kissing his clothed dick. isagi’s face is strained with effort and pleasure, the veins in his neck making themselves seen and a flush crawling up his throat and to his cheeks.
he’s still bouncing you with his legs, using the counter as a crutch while he humps up into you, and your pussy feels like it’s on fire. your abandoned high creeps back all too easily, your mouth falling open and toes curling as a cadence of whines escapes your throat.
“yo-i, i’m, aaah!”
“almost there, babe, i’m—hngh!”
you feel the heat in your body come to an overwhelming boil as your legs cling around isagi’s waist and your pussy gushes. at the same time, you feel his cock twitching in his boxers and a flood of warmth that could only be him cumming in his pants.
both of your bodies freeze in tension as your orgasms flood through you, and as soon as his passes he’s gently guiding you back to earth, slowly rocking his hips against you while your muscles relax and your vision becomes clear again.
though isagi is a world-class soccer champion, his legs can’t hold you up forever. once he sees your breaths evening out, he gently lowers you off of him, arms still around your back to keep you upright.
both of you are panting as he leans down and presses a sweet kiss to your forehead.
“better?” he murmurs. you nod against his lips. he smiles tiredly at you, bending down to capture your mouth properly for a moment. his hands rub slowly up and down your back.
“much. thank you, baby.”
“any time.” he gives you one last peck. “c’mon, let’s rinse off and put on a movie.”
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