#The men's tank 🤤

[royallyprincesslilly]

Uuuuuugh I WAS JUST KICKED IN THE GUT.

Guys.

Guys!

GUUUUUYS!

[jeonjcngkook]

motor head | jjk (m)

pairing: jungkook x female reader genre(s)&au(s): motorcyclist!jungkook, situationship / friends-with-benefits, angst, smut, pwp rating: 18+ word count: 10.2k+ warning(s)&smut warning(s): they r a little toxic w each other btw ! possessive jaykay n jealous jaykay bcs he literally cant see you around other men !!!! QATAR JAYKAY W LONG CURLY HAIR ALL IN HIS EYES LIKE PRINCE CHARMING 🤤, tattoos !!!! all out !!!!!! — thats a warning on its own :)))) - i may have also given him a giant rib tattoo bcs i hate myself that much 🤭 jaykay rides a motorcycle just in case u havent already guessed 🥲😲, biggest cawk jaykay, dirty talkinnn’, size kink bigger than his muscles !! he uses his motorcycle as a giant sex toy 🤲🏻🫠, clit play while driving, rough kisses, love bites, rough oral sex (m rec), face fucking (f rec), thigh riding & dry humping, vaginal fingering (f rec), anal fingering (f rec), spitting on her face n spitting on her ass, 💦💦, 👉🏻 degradation kink & praise kink 👈🏻, vaginal penetrative sex, unprotected sex, sex on top of a motorbike, multiple orgasms, power play sksksk, jealousy sex (????? ye kinda), orgasm denial(s), creampie. summary: jungkook doesn't like seeing someone else have your attention, so he decides he’s gonna do something about it. beta(s): @jeonspub & @pjmparadise  banner: @kth1 | @kth1fics 

A hand fists into the back of your tank top and pulls you upright from your bent position. Looking behind you, you come eye-to-eye with Jungkook who looks like he reached his final limit with you. Seeing red, he is quick to push the man out from behind you, watching as his body struggles to keep himself standing at the force.

“Jaykay, what’s your fuckin’ problem, man?” The orange haired man you know as Jimin asks. “The little lady is just having some fun, don’t be such a spoil sport,” he jests — clearly loving the agitated reaction he is getting from Jungkook if the snarky grin on his face is anything to go by.

Jimin reaches out for you once more and drags you back towards him. He presses your back into the warmth of his chest, legs parting to accommodate you against him as one of his hands rests on your hip and the other on your thigh. You swallow when something hard presses into your ass and you fidget against it, hearing Jimin moan against your neck.

You watch on as Jungkook’s expression changes from pissed off to full blown rage within a blink of an eye.

Between you and Jungkook, things are complicated to say the absolute least. You have a past behind you as the girlfriend of a neighbouring rival gang that go against Jungkook and the rowdy crowd he hangs with. It started with sneaking around with each other behind your then boyfriends back before you took the plunge and found yourself with Jungkook indefinitely.

But things between you both aren’t as easy as it seems. Yes, you had left your boyfriend for Jungkook, but you and Jungkook had never made it official with each other.

To put it bluntly; you left your relationship with your ex for a situationship with the city’s notorious bad boy. Plainly put, you’re still single.

You laugh lightly as Jimin taunts Jungkook. You aren’t friends with any of these guys, having only met them twice before. You aren’t stupid, you can spot a hot guy when you see one and Jungkook’s so-called best friend Jimin was exactly that.

Like mentioned, you are single after all.

You tilt your head to the side to let Jimin place small kisses on your neck; both of you watching for Jungkook’s reaction. Within the snap of your fingers, Jungkook is ripping you out of the grasp of Jimin and pulling you into his arms. “She’s coming with me.”

Jungkook looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to move in the direction of his motorcycle. His heavy black boots kick the stones from under his feet as he nears his motorised vehicle, leaving space for you to hop on eventually; however, you don’t move.

“Maybe I want to stay with Jimin,” you taunt, knowing just how to push his buttons.

You watch as Jungkook rolls his eyes, pissed off and annoyed at your bothersome behaviour tonight, unsure as to what or why you’ve decided that tonight of all nights you want to wind him up.

“____, you’re testing my fucking patience. Get on the bike.”

Staying still, you keep yourself standing between the two men. You look back towards Jimin, who looks to be enjoying the scene in front of him — Jungkook tends to get what he wants when he wants, so watching you not give him that makes Jimin snicker.

The sound of Jungkook’s motorcycle comes to life as he presses into the throttle lever as far as it possibly goes, a roar of the engine tearing through the cloudy night.

You turn around to find Jungkook with his helmet over his head, leather gloves adorning his fingers as the wheels on his bike move against the gravel.

“W-wait! Jungkook, wait!”

The engine dulls down as you walk towards him. Jungkook passes you over the spare helmet he reserves for you when you ride with him as you easily slide it past your hair.You don’t need to see his face to know that he has the victory smirk on his face. Lifting your leg over the carbon fibre of the bike, you manage to slot yourself between Jungkook and the glass window at the front. 

Once again, Jungkook presses into the throttle and the bike engine rumbles beneath you both as he navigates the vehicle out of the lot, leaving everyone else behind.

It’s been fifteen minutes of silence between you both. Nobody dares to say anything through the intercom. In those fifteen minutes though, you’ve managed to slide into a dangerous position as Jungkook steers you both down narrow streets. The motorbike vibrates at the base just below the seat and you can’t help but feel every single part of it.

You moan out loud into the intercom in your helmet, not trying to hide the pleasure that suddenly rakes through you. Deep vibrations from the hard metallic cylinders below the carbon fibre body rattle your body as Jungkook adjusts your position on the bike.

His palm applies enough pressure to push your body down, watching as your back straightens out as your chin lies against the frame of the motorcycle, giving Jungkook a clear view of the road in front of him. In your new position, you slide yourself back into Jungkook’s crotch, meeting the leather material of Jungkook’s pants and in turn trapping you in between his hard psyche and the body of the machine beneath you.

Jungkook is still in full control of the motorcycle. He presses the throttle and ups the motorbike into a higher gear. Feeling the wind pick up as you zigzag through the highway, watching as the streetlights illuminate the wet asphalt before they threaten to dim into full darkness.

The vibrations between your legs get stronger as Jungkook revs the engine, picking up speed and knowing exactly what reaction he is spurring out of you. You hear a small laugh from Jungkook, and it’s almost torturous, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

From behind you, you can feel his eyes watching you as your legs try to close themselves to alleviate the throbbing in your core but you come up short, having the metal of the motorcycle come in between. You grind your ass further into Jungkook; feeling his cock harden at your movements.

Without thinking, you rub yourself further into the luxury Italian leather of the seat, chasing the vibrations as your pussy overflows with your own lust. You want nothing more right now than to trace your fingers past the hem of your leggings to peel away the lace that is now fully sticking to your folds uncomfortably from your arousal.

“Give me your hand.”

Removing his hand from the handlebars, Jungkook finds your wrist and wraps your fist around the rubber handle. “Press down on the throttle,” he instructs, voice stone cold and laced in confidence. You do as you're told, letting your fingers grip the lever, pressing down until it doesn’t go any further.

Behind you, Jungkook adjusts himself, fighting against your own movements; a deep gritty growl vibrating from his chest, almost mimicking the engine of his Kawasaki Ninja H2R bike. Your eyes widen in surprise when you feel something thick and hard pressing against your ass. Your cheeks warm at the realisation, your lips parting as he purposely pulls you further into him.

Jungkook’s now free hand slithers under your arm and past your clothing to place it on your hip. Your hands begin to gather sweat as he massages the skin almost comfortingly — but you know better… especially after the environment he has just pulled you out of.

“J-Jungkook, isn’t this dangerous?” you stutter nervously as your heart rate picks up. You feel Jungkook sit up a little straighter from behind you, one arm still holding onto the brake lever.

His fingertips run along the band of your leggings teasingly before his fingers dip underneath the cotton band. You can’t help but spread your legs wider on either side of the body, an instinct that has been scorned into your mind. A silent plea for Jungkook to move his hands further down. To cup your wet pussy and slide his fingers inside. To finger fucking you on the highway under the glittering city lights just to eliminate your lustfulness.

Your breath hitches in your throat as your arousal leaks further into your dampened thong.

“Jungkook?”

Ignoring you altogether, you feel three fingers press into the material of your underwear. The motorcycle below you shakes as you struggle to concentrate on the road. Jungkook’s hand finds your clit easily and begins to rub soft and slow circles. He switches the direction of his fingers, leaving you on the edge, never knowing what next he’s going to do.

“Why are you so wet, darling? Was it me or was it Jimin that got you so dirty?” He goads through the intercom — the first thing he has said to you since leaving the parking lot.

At the accusation towards Jimin, your blood runs cold. It definitely wasn’t Jimin but Jungkook had some audacity to even ask when he’s three fingers against your clit.

“We aren’t doing this if you’re going to assume like a dick.”

Your hand finds his wrist as you grab at it, keeping him in place to continue playing with your pussy. You lick your lips as his fingers peel past your thong, sliding them up and down your slit to coat his fingers  in your cum before sinking two of them inside of you, instantly knuckle deep.

Your cunt clenches around his digits  as your mind goes dizzy with desire.

Jungkook pulls his fingers out of you, feeling the heat in between your legs before he inches his fingers back inside. A rhythm of steading thrusting starts, making sure to curl them up when his knuckles meet your clit.

“I don’t think we — shit — we should do this. It’s — fuck — so dangerous.”

Jungkook is still able to navigate you around the city with one hand with your help but as the pleasure and lust courses through you from his fingers, it makes you dizzy, losing your vision on the road slightly.

“Want me to stop, darling?” Jungkook purrs into the built-in microphone.

The way his fingers fuck into you is deliriously fucking good. He knows how to reduce you to nothing but a whimpering mess for him in so many ways. You don’t want him to stop. You never want him to stop.

And Jungkook knows. He always knows. 

It’s like he can read your thoughts and leaves you hanging by a thread as he rips his hands away from your sodden core; pulling you away from any sort of pleasurable burst that was about to wash over your body any minute now.

The gasp that you exhale echoes through both of your bluetooth speakers is ear pinching as you try to come to terms with Jungkook denying you your opportunity to come. It leaves your eyes watering, pussy fluttering against nothing.

“What the fuck was that?” You pant, and a deep growl of dissatisfaction blends into your words spitefully. 

The motorcycle slows down to a stop as it reaches its ending destination. Jungkook removes the keys to the garage from his pocket, clicking the buttons to open the entrance to his workshop.

The sounds of a heavy metal garage door thunders in your ears as you’re driven into the main area of the repair store. You watch as Jungkook’s leaden black leather boot wiggles under the motorcycle against the bottom of the bike to pull the kickstand out to allow it to stand on its own. 

He is the first one to remove himself from the motorcycle, opting to run his hands through his now helmet messed hair. You follow his lead and will yourself to lift your leg over to the other side. It’s difficult to stand with the shake in your body. You’re unsure if it’s the adrenaline coursing through you or the lingering arousal you endured from the heavy vibrations.

Once you’re off the bike, you watch Jungkook off to the other side, pacing back and forth. He looks like he is having an internal battle with himself, so deep in thought that he may as well have forgotten you are there with him.

A distressed pair of leather pants hug tightly at Jungkook’s thighs, perfectly snug against the muscle underneath — all sorts of thoughts running through your mind at just how delicious his legs look in the material. It’s sinful and fucking mouth-watering. 

Made from soft black leather, his jacket has a number of badges stitched securely onto the front and sleeves. With added stripes in sanguine red and olive green, the overall look of the jacket contrasts well against the black leather. To give it a more classic ‘biker look’, Jungkook has gone as far to wax the leather material to create a more vintage, edgy worn out effect.

Jungkook catches you staring at him as he unzips the top coat, revealing a sleeveless navy blue ribbed sweater-like shirt under the classic looking jacket. Throwing the leather over his shoulder, it lands in a heap behind him and you can’t help but watch as it falls heavily on the grimy concrete floor.

But what catches your eye is the arm covered fingers to shoulder in tattoos — not a dribble of skin left untouched, and you feel yourself itching to run your fingers over the words, patterns and shapes. You swallow hard as you watch as he crosses his arms over his chest. Your eyes land centre to his bicep; the colours within the intricate artworks being put to more good use as they show off every single tight muscle in his flexed arm.

With all the effort you are able to conjure, you’re able to rip your attention away from his body, but not fast enough as you look up to see Jungkook smirking.

“What are you playing at?”

Either Jungkook doesn't hear you or he’s heard you perfectly clear and he is doing everything he can to completely ignore you. And judging by the raise of his eyebrow piercing which catches in the night light like stardust and the light scoff that you hear, it’s the latter. Typical Jungkook.

This isn’t something you’re not used to. The push and pull between the both of you is scornful. Filled with aggression and fiery delight. It’s sickening yet all too consuming at the same time. It’s every reason why you find yourself unable to stay away from him, and vice versa.

Your eyes scan around the workbench in the repair store, striking gold as you find a tape measure underneath piles of tools and equipment.

“I’m talking to you,” you throw the measuring tape at his back to grab his attention. Your words are comparable to a snake spitting at its prey — filled with poison and ready to fight. 

Your back is pressed against the adjacent wall, shortly followed by a pair of plush lips pressed against your own. The breath is knocked from your lungs and you’re unsure if it’s from being herded against the wall so abruptly or having Jungkook steal the air from such a bruising and breathtaking kiss. Either way, you hum in venomous delight as you open your mouth to allow his tongue to slither past your teeth and entangle with your own.

With one hand pressed against the wall next to your head and the other holding you still by the waist, you find yourself enjoying every moment of the dominance spilling from the man in front of you.

You reach your hands to his waist to roam underneath his ribbed crewneck style tank top, gripping the material in your hands and pushing it up and over his head. You take in his body. Completely bare for you — another tattoo etched into his beautiful skin. A Japanese traditional dragon. You see the tail starting at his hip as the body is drawn with pristine lines and dotwork all the way up his ribcage.

Wisdom, bravery and strength — traits both the dragon tattoo and Jungkook behold and symbolise. Although, his wisdom seems to vacate the second it comes to you.

You continue to take in the full sight of him. His torso is lean, and his chest and shoulders are broad and incredibly built. You have never seen anybody like him — and you doubt you’ll find anyone like him again. Healed scars, old abrasions, and bruises cover his chest and ribs and your fingertips gently travel upwards until they meet the tender marks.

His skin looks almost soft as the only format of light from the dim lamps and moonlight outside illuminates against his form. A hiss leaves his lips as you run your hands up and down his flesh, watching his eyes close tight. 

“We could have got hurt,” you whisper, the words falling on deaf ears. Jungkook doesn’t want to think about his past battles in war — not right now.

Jungkook manages to slot his leather clad thigh in between your thighs, prying your legs to open wider for him. Your leggings only did so much to conceal your arousal, yet it didn't help that there is a dampened spot in the middle of the fabric;thankfully, he can’t feel it through his own pants, yet.

“You already hurt me, _____.”

You can barely recover from the intrusion of his thigh as you lift your head, looking at Jungkook dead in the eyes as they glare down at you, dark and filled with arousal of his own.

The garage is dark and dingy looking. The smell of oil, gasoline and sweat roaming around the room. It’s somewhat fitting to the man in front of you right now. Yet as his eyes darken and you’re only now taking in your surroundings, a shiver rakes through your body.

Jungkook presses himself further into you with his thigh, watching the way your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, a loud moan you are unable to suppress is loud and clearly heard by you both.

“W-what do you mean?” Like before, Jungkook’s gloved hand finds the waistband of your leggings once more, playfully grabbing at the elastic before taking the material back and letting it snap against your skin gently. With his free hand, he travels up your tummy, the feeling of your soft skin underneath his calloused fingertip brings him a sensation of delight. He brings it further up your body to skin over your clothed tits, squeezing over the lace as he grinds his thigh further into your cunt.

“You know what I’m talking about,” Jungkook’s eyes are stone, piercing through you entirely.

Your nipples harden at his movements, eyes rolling back into the back of your skull as you try your utmost best to keep your breathing steady and under control. It’s increasingly hard to do so when Jungkook flexes his quadriceps, giving you hard muscle to drag your aching, leaking pussy over.

“With Jimin.” His hand withdraws from your body, keeping you in place with his thigh as he straightens himself back to full height, only adding to his dominant aura. It makes you feel small underneath him.

A tear is heard throughout the small room and a chill suddenly finds its way creeping up your body. You look down in horror to find the thin material of your vest has been torn in half right down the middle. Your eyes quickly find Jungkook so you can demand why but before the chance finds itself, leather is skimming the skin of your neck until it finds you by the throat. His fingers squeeze at the sides of your neck just enough to slow down your breathing, a silent warning to not say a word.

“You went against what I told you today, didn’t you?” Jungkook is the first to cut through the silence with a rhetorical question, in his honeyed voice.

You have a habit of talking back to Jungkook, never liking not having the last say in your tiffs. You open your mouth to answer but once more Jungkook is quicker in thinking, knowing you far too well, and adds a little more pressure to the side of your neck. You can’t help but groan in near delight as the light headed feeling begins to crawl up on you ever so slowly but not before you manage to get some words out. “Did I?

Jungkook remains still. His eyes boring straight into your own as if challenging you to talk back to him once more.

Nothing. Silence.

The only sound to be heard is the heavy breathing between the both of you and all you do is let out a snort of laughter, as if this whole time it’s just a game.

“I just wanted to join in with you and the boys,” you say once more through gritted teeth. “It isn’t my fault Jimin fucking likes me, is it?” 

“I don’t think Jimin ‘fucking liking you’ is the issue we have here, sweetheart. Letting him grind his cock against your ass in front of me and my boys is the problem we have.”

It didn’t matter how hard Jungkook’s hand was wrapped around your throat, the laugh that you let out was audible enough to taunt Jungkook. This was dangerous. You are in a small space filled with oils and gasoline tanks that in a single moment threatens to blow up if you keep playing with the fire inside Jungkook.

“You should have been the one to take me out on your bike then, then we wouldn’t be in this situation.” You lower yourself further onto his thigh, using your lower back to rest on the cold wall behind you. With everything in you, you use it to your advantage to keep you in your sitting position, essentially sitting on Jungkook’s thigh as you begin to press down harder, moving your hips back and forth to fuck yourself on him.

“Things may have gotten a little out of hand when he was showing me his bike,” you slide the straps of your bra off of your shoulders to pull the cups down and let your tits spill out. You feel the fingers on your throat loosen lightly, Jungkook’s eyes flickering down as he watches you grope your tits in your hands yourself this time. “He may have bent me over it a little too much and he may have pressed himself against me a little too hard when showing me the paintwork; but when was any of this my problem?” 

No response comes from Jungkook. Instead, his grip on your neck falls completely in turn for slapping your hands out of the way to fist your boobs in his leather fists himself, watching as the skin peeks through the spaces of his fingers. The feeling of air returning to your body spurs you on further, gives you a newfound energy that you use to fuck yourself with. You’re so desperate to come that the pace of you riding his thigh increases, pleasure shoots up your spine and you let out a cry of arousal, your body is so wired it feels like your clit is making direct contact to his cock on every stoke.

In fact, Jungkook does nothing to stop you from chasing your high — what's strange is that he starts to encourage you to use him to get yourself off. He lifts his leg higher and further into you, flexing his thigh as tight as possible as he plants his hands on either side of your waist to help guide you, pushing and pulling you with both hands.

“Jungkook, kiss me,” you plead, voice light.

“No.”

Your eyes snap open at his denial to your request. He has never denied you a kiss before. Jungkook loves making out with you so this is brand new territory for you to be in and you’re unsure if you’re enjoying the answer. You don’t have the option to ask why before you get your answer.

“Don’t deserve it.”

Your eyes become glassy as little tears fill your eyes. Not because of Jungkook’s rejection, well, a little because of that, but because he fucking smirks as he tells you no and continues to pulls you harder into him.

Jungkook leans down towards your mouth and you follow him, leaning in to connect his mouth with yours, thinking he was just playing games with his previous refusal. But at the last possible second, he twists his face away from yours until his lips are grazing against your earlobe, grunts of pleasure and warm breathing warming your skin.

“I fucking love how wet you get for me,” Jungkook croons as he takes your earlobe in between his teeth and grazes it lightly. “I’ll kiss you when you’ve come.”

You jerk your hips erratically against his thigh faster and faster, your climax in fucking sight. “Jungkook, it would have felt so good to have you bending me down on top of the motorcycle instead,” you start, words etching a repetive image in Jungkook’s mind of you and Jimin once again. “To feel your arms around me. Your weight on top of me, your cock hard and heavy against me —, " you moan, continuing to grind against him, watching how Jungkook twitches and swells under the leather of his pants.

This time it’s Jungkook’s turn to groan, trying to angle his body in a way that his cock is beneath you, to have you aide both yourself and Jungkook at the same time, but to his dismay he can’t find it; the material not being too kind in stretching enough for him.

Your breathing becomes stuttered as a string of swear words leaves your lips as your orgasm washes over you. And as promised, Jungkook finds your jaw in his hand and brings your face up to meet his own before crashing his soft cherry red lips against your own.

He kisses you deeply with soft lips and a wet tongue that presses into the seam of your lips, begging for entrance. Your lips part obediently as you glide your tongue against his own. The taste of desperation and lustful desire on the tip of both of your tongues and you can’t help but moan softly, so saccharine sweetly for him.

In between the kiss, you feel a large hand at the back of your neck, fingers tangling into your hair as they tug at the root to pull you away from his mouth. Jungkook’s rougher nature starts to make an appearance and you can’t help but squirm in anticipation of what is to follow. The thoughts of him pinning you down just like you had asked in the midst of your pleasure moments ago swirls in your mind, causing goosebumps to rise on the back of your neck.

“If I had been anywhere near you earlier then I wouldn’t have been able to fucking stop myself from being the one to bend you over, waist down against my own bike just to fuck you hard and rough in plain sight of everyone around us.”

A puddle forms in your mouth at his words; unable to swallow as you picture the image in your mind of Jungkook doing exactly that with a crowd around you. You know he has a vouyeristic nature and a tendency to participate in exhibitionism but knowing he would go as far as too fuck you in front of a group of his friends, strangers to you, sets your body ablaze. 

A fresh wave of arousal pools in your already soaked underwear as you muster up the courage to move around his thigh once more. But unluckily for you, Jungkook removes his thigh from between your legs and gives you a dry humourless laugh as he sees you trying to put the imagery in your mind.

“I can’t believe you’d fucking let me do that. Look at yourself — it’s pathetic.”

“I didn’t say I would let you do that.” Jungkook raises his tattoo arm and lands it on the wall behind him, keeping the other side free, knowing that if you wanted to leave, you would take the exit.

“You didn’t have to say anything. I can read it all over your body. Why else did you end up getting on the back of my motorcycle again tonight? Because it sure as shit wasn’t for a night cruise… not with me.”

You swallow hard as Jungkook bends down again so he’s face to face with you.

“Your mouth is watering for me. Your heart is pounding and I can fucking feel it. And now, the lower I get,” he stops to lick at the ring at the corner of his mouth and your eyes flit down to watch as he does. Watching as his tongue runs along his lower lip, wetting it as he goes before his tongue slithers back into his mouth and protrudes at the corners. “I can feel the desperation clinging to you for me to kiss you right now. Slow. Hard. Passionate. My tongue running down your neck. Taking in the smell of your arousal,” he punctuates his words by letting his palm squeeze at your tit again and sliding his hands down over your bare ribs.

Your eyes flutter shut as your hand firmly grips his wrist. Jungkook stops his movements, waiting for you to stop what’s going on between the two of you. But it never comes. Instead, you tighten your grip on his wrist and begin to slither it towards the elastic of your bottoms once again.

“Then what?” You moan, anticipating his next movement.

It’s clear to see that Jungkook is just as affected by this as you are. The deep movement in his Adams Apple suggesting he is swallowing hard to keep himself under control gives it away.

“Then I’d slid my fingers right under here,” and he does but goes no further than the lace hem of your underwear, “I’d make you come first around my fingers. Then on my tongue. Then on my fucking cock,” he whispers the last part as he presses himself into you, making you feel just how aroused is his. His cock, thick and hard against your pelvis. “Fast, hard, rough sex that you know deep down you’re craving from me right now.”

His fingers stop rubbing against your skin, forcing you to look up to find him with his eyes closed and jaw clenched together. “Too bad I’m not going to be the one to give it to you… Go ask Jimin, he seemed up for it.” The last sentence is said with spite as if the name of his best friend is nothing but searing poison dripping from his own tongue.

Stunned into silence, you roll your eyes. Of course this is still about Jimin. “Fuck you.”

Though his back is turned to you, you watch as Jungkook stops in his stride and opts for twisting his neck from side to side — cracking of his bones heard in the eerie quiet. You can’t see his expression but you know you’ve possibly overstepped the mark but right now, you can’t see anything other than blind vicious venom for the man in front of you.

“What did you say to me?”

Ignoring the warning bells that ring and rattle in your head over and over, you tell yourself you need to do this.

“You heard exactly what I said. You’re so caught up in your own messed up thoughts that you can’t see that I’m standing here right in front of you. I’ve always been right in front of you. You fuck me when you please but then you’re so quick to toss me away the second something so miniscule gets too hard for you to deal with. You pick me up just to throw me away like an old toy a child doesn’t want anymore. I’m not yours to just use and tear apart when you want. You don’t care about those around you enough to think about the repercussions of your shitty actions. So fuck you.”

You toss your head back in relief that you have finally been able to lift the dead weight off of your shoulders. If this is how you and Jungkook will end, then at least you did it with your pride intact standing up for yourself. You let out a deep breath  as you try to zip up your jacket to cover your torn clothes.

With your head down in concentration, you’re unaware that Jungkook has come back and reaches for both your wrists, pinning them against the wall above your head, and he doesn’t look happy. His eyes are narrowed, glaring into you as if he can see through you, burning holes straight into the granite behind you. His jaw is flexed, shut tight, and his nose is scrunched up at the tip — not in the way you’ve come to love, but in a way that carries fear.

“Well if you aren’t mine, then who is it you belong too, huh?”

“That’s not what I mea-.”

Your sentence is cut off as his lips crash against yours hard. His teeth instantly pull on your lower lip to allow himself the satisfaction of tangling his tongue with your own. The kiss is passionate, filled with loathing and untold love for the other. Your eyes shut slowly into the kiss as you fight your wrists out of his hold in favour of wrapping them around his neck and pulling him against you forcefully.

You tug at the roots of Jungkook’s hair, breaking the kiss and watching as saliva connects your lips to his still. Your own body shivers as you take in the state of his hair dishevelled from your tugging and the motions of his chest rising and falling over and over in quick paces from being out of breath with just one kiss.

“Tell me. Who. Do. You. Belong. To?”

One more tug at his hair and you regain your fight. “You have no right to think I belong to you. Not anymore.”

“You like it when I do though, don’t try and fight what you already know to be true,” Jungkook answers, his voice low and gravelly.

Once again, Jungkook’s mouth is back on you with fiery desire. Teeth and tongue clash against each other in the fight for dominance within the kiss. You relinquish, knowing damn well that you would never win anyway, but the fight is part of the fun. He captures your lip back in between his teeth and nips hard enough that a tingling feeling reaches your lips, and you think he’s kissed you hard enough to draw blood. If that’s the case, Jungkook isn’t one bit bothered. Jungkook’s drawn blood before — the lashes and scars on his body are a testament to that.

Jungkook’s mouth detaches from yours and travels across your cheek toward your ear like he did earlier.

“You’re mine, you got that?”

“God, you’re such an asshole,” you spit, looking back at him with hooded eyes. 

Jungkook sucks on your neck just below your ear, knowing exactly how to provoke you. The sweet spot on your body that only he knows. His mouth is greedy and careless as his teeth nibble hard at one spot and then another before his tongue immediately soothes the burn of your flesh. And yet all at the same time, you never want the burn to stop. You want him to keep going — to fully burst into flames and burn you with him.

But it isn’t like he was wrong. It didn’t matter how often you fought it never took away from the fact that you were absolutely, irrevocably his. A truth you cling to, never wanting that to change. And it may be toxic to fight and fix it with a fuck but right now you can’t help but need him right fucking now.

Jungkook just laughs, working one of his hands up to the nape of your neck to grab your hair and pull hard at the roots. You don’t fight back the moan that escapes your lips and instead you welcome the action with a salacious grin, feeling him exhale against your warm flesh.

You can tell he is needy as he furthers himself down to your chest, arms pulling the jacket off of your shoulders, ripped vest along with it. He continues to suck in mouthfuls of your skin, watching as it darkens and then placing more tiny little kisses around the sensitive area.

“I honestly hate you sometimes, Jungkook.”

Every moan, every whimper you release is for him. Moving your head side to side, you give Jungkook an all-access pass to every part of you. You shiver at the thought that the next time you’re with his friends will be when you’re going to be marked up all pretty, teeth marks and love bites littering your neck, chest and skin. Visible proof that Jungkook has claimed you as his.

“Want you on your knees, need to see how badly you wanna be mine.”

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you obey his words as you lower yourself to your knees right before him. With your head at the same height as his hips, you can  see the hard length straining against his right thigh. Jungkook doesn’t waste time undoing the two buttons above his bulge before unzipping his leather pants — the sound of it ringing loudly in your ears and your mouth drools at the thought of what is to come next.

Jungkook pulls the tight leather down to his mid thigh, just enough for you to see his cockhead poking out the seam of his Tom Ford boxers. It’s a bright pretty peach shade, smeared in white slick from the precum that has been gathering since the start of the night.

“You hate me all of a sudden, yeah?” Jungkook asks mockingly, a growl vibrating from his chest.

It doesn’t even matter how often you see his length hard and ready, it always leaves you speechless, wanting nothing more than for him to take the words out of your mouth and replace it with his cock.

Noticing that your eyes are trained on his dick, Jungkook’s hand immediately plunges into the band of his boxers and fishes his cock out for you to admire fully. The pride is written all over his face as your mouth drops open slowly and you lick the corners of your mouth, then the skin of your lower lip. Jungkook bends down at his waist and tilts your head to the side to face you away from him before he spits on your cheek, a loud whimper leaving your lips. Jungkook watches as your head turns back towards him, eyes filled with lust as you feel it drip down your face.

“You want to hate me that much but look at you covered in me,” he degrades as he pulls you towards his cock and smears his spit and precum around the side of your cheek. “You can’t hate me that much sweetheart.” 

You hear him sucking air through his teeth as your hand reaches up to run your fingertips over the protruding veins that run from the flushed, weeping mushroom head down to the base before handling his balls in your palms and giving one tight squeeze. You smile to yourself knowing just how affected he is. Affected by your touch, how it’s you that brings him to a halt. He hisses as your hand wraps around his shaft.

He is long, hard,and sensitive to the touch. Thick from base to tip, deep purple veins are prominent against his skin which decorate his cock so prettily within the wetness of pearly pearlescent cum. Your hand is barely big enough to close around him fully, making Jungkook laugh dryly at your feeble attempt.

However, you’re quick to shut him up as you squeeze his cock a few times, feeling him throb, his body tensing. 

The yellow street lamps continue to stream through the small window and it’s just unfair how a dingy alleyway lamp can compliment him so beautifully. It creates a halo-like backdrop around him, almost teasing you enough to think heaven really lost their most sacred one; only you know that Jungkook is nothing but sin and inevitable danger. He runs a hand through his curly onyx shaded hair, allowing multiple curls to fall into his face and in front of his eyes and you can feel the desperation within you become all too consuming as it swallows you whole.

Taking his length into both of your hands, you feel how heavy it is in your hands, and you ache to feel the weight of it on top of your tongue. The glisten of cum leaking from his slit tempts you enough to unlock your jaw and pull yourself forward towards him. Your mouth wraps around his head the smallest amount, teasingly, eyes staring straight up at Jungkook as your tongue circles his slit for his taste.

You savour the saltiness of his pre-cum, making sure to suck at the slit to paint your wet muscle with more tangy goodness. Starting off slow, you kitten lick the head, coating his cock in saliva to ready yourself for taking him in further.

Your mouth sinks down further, passing his cockhead and taking in some of the delicious thickness of his length. Your lower lip drags over the underside of his cock, massaging the vein with every suck.

“Ah shit, such a good little cockwhore,” Jungkook hisses into the open, steadying himself with one hand on the wall behind you.

Looking up at him with lust behind your lashes, you keep eye contact with him as your mouth slowly makes its way further down on him and Jungkook closes his eyes and inhales a long deep sigh and lets it out through his nose as he groans. “Yeah, looks like you fucking love me or is just my cock down your throat you’re falling for?”

Jungkook’s words are accompanied by a tender hand to the cheek where the mixture of spit and cum has dried up. His thumb caressing you back and forward. You close your eyes and focus on taking him deeper into your mouth. Your willpower takes hold of you as you sink further down until you feel your nose touch the small hairs at the lowest part of his tummy where his pubic hair rests.

Moans fall around his cock as you feel your own arousal pooling in your centre, wettening your inner thighs as you squeeze them tightly to ease the thrumming inside your pussy. One of your hands falls to his balls, cupping them and gently massaging them. The hand that isn’t currently holding his body weight finds the roots of your hair once more and tugs it hard at the sensation.

“Lean back honey and let me fuck your mouth.”

Jungkook’s cock falls from your mouth, leaving your lips connected to his cockhead by three thick slivers of spit cum mix. Your knees ache now and your throat burns but you know that you will do anything to please Jungkook so you decide to sit back on your bottom and rest your head against the cold wall as Jungkook’s thighs move either side of you.

With you now pinned up against the wall, you open your mouth once again and let Jungkook press forward, enveloping his whole cock inside your mouth. Your eyes squeeze tight as you start to gag around him. The sounds of you struggling to accommodate his thickness spurs Jungkook on further as he starts to piston himself in and out of your mouth over and over before halting his movements and holding himself at the back of your throat. Mascara from your lashes starts to puddle under your eyes as you struggle to breath past the thickness stuffed in your mouth.

“Relax your mouth, honey,” Jungkook croaks out, too lost in his own pleasure.

Doing as you’re told, you manage to relax further which gives Jungkook enough room to push past the tightness of your throat to fuck further into the tight tunnel.

“Shit, such a good girl. You’re so wet around my cock; oh f-fuck baby, take it, d-deeper.” The words of encouragement made you smile the best you can, even with a mouth filled with cock. He pulls out once more and your body gasps for as much air as you possibly can before he is back inside you.

Your gag reflex plays up every so often as Jungkook fucks into you like it’s the last time he’s ever going to see you. Focusing on your breathing helps aid the intrusion as he keeps up the hard rhythm he has his hips going in.

Feeling his hips stutter, you know he’s close. You moan loudly around his dick, the vibrations coating his shaft as he lets out the loudest moan he has of the night. You swallow around his cock, making sure to hollow out your cheeks the best you can, wanting nothing more than to see the man you love come completely undone, spilling his love for you into your awaiting tongue.

But it’s like he can read your mind as he removes himself from your mouth, watching as your eyes widen in confusion.

“Wha-why didn’t you come?” You ask, your voice hoarse.

Leaning down, Jungkook pulls you back to your feet and then lifts you into his embrace, his hands under your ass to keep you steady as you wrap your own arms around his neck and legs around his tiny waist to secure yourself. Jungkook presses you against the wall and leans in to kiss you again. It’s not gentle but it isn’t as rough as his last few kisses have been. His tongue is still insistent but you allow him to meet your own tongue with no hesitation. You feel his dick twitch against your inner thigh.

“If I'm going to come, then it’ll be inside your pussy.”

You whimper at his promise and kiss him hard on the lips again as he walks you both away from the wall. You’re lowered back onto your feet, Jungkook taking a hold of each of your shoulders and turning you around until your back is facing him.

Realising you’re standing in front of Jungkook’s motorcycle, you swallow hard at what’s to come. His hands slide down your back, following the trail of your bare spine before stopping at the small of your back. His heavy booted foot slithers its way in between your thighs and pries your legs open, watching as they spread for  him.

What comes next is a shock to you. Jungkook crouches down below you, one palm on your clothed ass cheek and the other in between your legs, rubbing back and forth on your pussy. The damp spot grows with every flick of his fingertips on your clit and Jungkook makes sure to apply added pressure to the sensitive nub as he rubs.

With no warning, a tearing sound from behind you is heard and your mouth falls open in disbelief. Cold air meets your ass and that’s when it dawns on you that Jungkook has completely torn your leggings from the back. Your body hurls forward as he continues to tear the cotton material until your full ass is exposed to him. Mortification and unadulterated desire creeps up on you, warming your skin and setting your tummy alight at the realisation of the situation. But Jungkook doesn’t finish there. Grabbing the lace of your underwear, he pulls with all his strength at the article of clothing and rips them apart too. They stay on your body by your hips but the middle of your underwear is torn and dangling in between your thighs, pussy now in his vision.

Your pussy drips embarrassingly for him as your legs stay spread wide for his own enjoyment and pleasure. It’s so fucking degrading and yet you can’t seem to get enough of pleasing him.

Taking the situation into your own hands, you grab at your asscheeks and pull them apart to give Jungkook all the access to your dripping core. “Jungkook? Look how wet I am for you, baby.” You wiggle your ass left and right and back again, taunting Jungkook to touch you.

“Filthy fucking girl.” Jungkook caresses your ass. A hand is lifted and is brought down just as quick to slap you across your left asscheek.

You snort at his attempts, knowing just how to rile him up. “Is that all you got?” You grin and even though he can’t see you, you know he knows you’re grinning. He can hear it in your tone. You arch your back slightly, sticking your ass out toward him. 

He slaps you once more, this time to the right listening to you hiss at the contact, prompting him to smack you again on the other side, and again back on the left — alternating cheeks until your ass is searing warm and you’re a babbling drooling mess. Jungkook dips his hands back down in between your legs and a string of curse words are sworn out loud when he finds your pussy wetter than when he started.

“Please Jungkook, I want you,” you beg, knowing you mean it in more ways than one.

You're waiting for Jungkook to do something as you stand there in front of him, pussy dripping and skin searing. Looking over your shoulder, what you didn't expect was for Jungkook to walk away from you towards his workbench filled with all kinds of equipment for fixing up bikes. You watch as he picks up something red but his body shields most of the item from your prying eyes.

He comes back and you see that the item is long and dangles from his hands as he holds it in two hands. Jungkook picks your hands up from holding your ass and places them at the bottom of your back before binding the item around your wrists.

It’s when you feel the thick PVC that you realise he has tied your hands with a pair of jumper cables. What is even more mortifying is after he finishes tying up the leads, he bends you forward onto his bike with your tits pressed against the leather of the seat in the exact same compromising position that Jimin had you in earlier in the night. But this time it’s Jungkook, and you’re bound to his liking awaiting his cock.

“Don’t fucking like seeing what’s mine with anyone else… especially not fucking Jimin,” he snarls.

Jungkook spits from behind you into his palm and grips his cock, fucking his fist in eager strokes at your bound bent state right in front of him. He pushes his cock down to swipe through your folds, catching your arousal and coating himself in your wetness — a messy concoction mixed with his own cum and spit.

“Whenever you’re in this position, you’ll be reminded that I’m the one who fucked you raw on their motorcyle.” Jungkook pushes into you at the end of his speech while his hands slither to your hips and grips the skin tight.

Usually Jungkook preps you before he fucks you, using his fingers and tongue to open you up for him — stretching you wide to fit his thick length inside but other than him finger fucking you earlier in the night, there was nothing.

The bulbous head of his dick presses further into you until it finally passes past your tight hole, stretching your cunt open, the burn welcomed almost immediately as your head falls forward and you whimper at the pained pleasure.

You manage to keep your breathing steady as your lips are caught in between your teeth to stop yourself from moaning further. Your cunt flutters around him as he continues to push himself forward; struggling to take him in fully from the lack of foreplay. You can only thank the high heavens above that Jungkook let you use his thighs to get off, to get you wet in preparation of his cock because without it, you’re absolutely sure that he would have had you apart just like your clothing. Soiled and ripped into two halves.

“So big…” you whisper, beginning to feel the lightheadedness creep over you.

Jungkook helps slightly by pushing you off his cock until it is just the tip sheathed inside your cunt before he pulls you right back into him — his cockhead already pressing against your cervix as your pussy stretches to accommodate him — moulding itself into the perfect shape just for Jungkook. Folds white and creamy each time he pulls out, just how he likes it.

Your walls relax enough to allow Jungkook to start pulling and pushing you onto his cock. You spread your legs further for him, the new space allows your body to accept him easier. Jungkook swears as he eventually bottoms out within you, hot and swollen.

“Am I giving you everything you wanted, sweetheart?” Jungkook snarls, “my little cocksleeve.”

Your mouth drops open as Jungkook keeps rolling his hips into you, feeling every inch he feeds into your greedy cunt. The bike beneath you both shifts and you hear the metal from the kickstand below grind against the floor, the machine threatening to fall but this only goads Jungkook to fuck you harder.

All that radiates from Jungkook right now is power and dominance as he completely takes over your body, using it as his own personal fucking toy. His cock manages to glide inside you with such ease, reaching deep inside of you. Each thrust accompanied by a feral grunt, as if he is putting everything he has  into each pump of his cock. The sounds of the skin of his hips and thighs meeting yours fill the darkened room. Your duet of moans loud enough to be heard on the other side of the town.

“God, Jungkook! You fuck me so good — keep going — .”

Jungkook keeps up his pace, fucking into you rough, breaking his own promise from earlier. He sinks his cock back in with ease, the squelching of your cum, and skin slapping mixed with your harmonious moans fill the room. The site of your ass rippling with every thrust makes his mouth water. His hand grips your flesh and lets his fingers dig in, giving it a spank… and again twice, and thrice for his own pleasure of watching your body bounce for him.

Reaching forward, Jungkook finds your clit and circles it with two long slender fingers. You tremble beneath him, feeling your body tense as your orgasm approaches.

“Want to play with your ass,” he goads, knowing exactly how much satisfaction you gain from it. Undeniably, him too.

As quick as his fingers find your clit, they are removed and you almost let out a whine of disappointment. You’re not fast enough to give him an answer to his question before Jungkook takes his two fingers and presses them against the tight ring of your asshole, teasing little circles on your hole.

The sensation gives you flutters in your tummy, your pussy clenching at the promise of being completely filled with every part of Jungkook. Without warning, he presses his two fingers further, breaching your tight hole and immediately curling his fingers inside.

The feeling of his fingers inside your ass as he fucks your pussy makes your cunt flutter around him, which also allows your ass to tighten around his fingers too. Your hands try to reach out for Jungkook but the movement brings a nasty reminder that your wrists are still tied by the jump leads, leaving you craving to touch him even more.

You can't do anything but lie against his motorcycle as he fucks into you from behind with a ruthless pace, pushing your body into the bike.

You cry out when he finds that earthshaking spot inside of your ass. "Yes, right there," you cry.

Grunting, Jungkook makes sure he concentrates on that spot in your ass. Pulling his fingers all the way out, spitting on them to lube them back up and then pushing back into you knuckle deep. The sounds of his cock fucking into your cunt, wet obscene squealching sounds, his fingers in your ass and the slapping of skin picks up and it’s the most erotic sounds the both of you have ever heard. It may be the best sex you have both ever had.

It doesn’t take much more — just a few more drags of his fingers in your tight ass with his tattooed fingers as he continues to impale you right down on his cock until you cum, almost blacking out from how forceful your orgasm is. It's breathtaking and you can't keep your eyes open as he fucks into you, spurts of your cum splattering him as you struggle to breathe.

Jungkook moans, pushing harder into you while you are still working through your orgasm. Cunt tight and pulsing around his length, he smirks when you squeal out his name again. 

“Another.” He demands, keeping up the harsh slap of his hips.

Jungkook fills your ass with a second finger this time. The arrival of his middle finger is a tight squeeze but he manages to fit it alongside his forefinger perfectly. You feel your muscles constrict around his fingers at the new intrusion. Your cum spilling out of your used pussy as Jungkook fucks you raw like his own filthy possession. Like his own dirty fleshlight.

Your head turns swiftly to the side to see Jungkook above you. His hair is in a disarray, small droplets of sweat hiding behind his tresses of hair, allowing strands upon strands to stickily cling to his face. You watch as his abdomen flexes with each stroke, the deep V lines of his pelvis appearing and disappearing with every thrust. His cock exits you covered in your white viscid lust from your first orgasm as your second nears.

“I’m coming —,”

He looks monstrous with eyes dark and dilated with lust as his lips are caught in between his canines, expression clouded with carnality. He looks so beautiful like this. In the midst of his own pleasure.

You feel your body tense all over as your second orgasm rips through you. “Right there, please, I-I’m coming,” you scream, head blank and dizzy from the pleasure as you come all over again. Your body is tense and tears fall from your lashes and coats your cheeks in wetness. You mewl and scream, Jungkook plunging his cock harder and harder into you, coaching you through your high.

Pulling out of you, Jungkook pulls you off of his bike with the jump cable lead in his hand and guides you to your knees. Jungkook tilts his head to the side as your mouth envelopes him once more, opting to suck on his cock rough and fast.

He gathers his fists on top of your head to still your head as he begins to fuck into your throat with renowed vigor. Your eyes close as you taste both your own cum and Jungkook’s salty essence all at once. You relax your jaw to allow Jungkook to push himself past the tightness of your throat as he gives out a feral grunt with every stroke of his cock.

“So eager to have your mouth stuffed with my cum, aren’t you!?”

You hum at the praise, mouth too full to tell him exactly how it makes you feel as you squeeze your eyes closed in pleasure. With one final thrust, Jungkook stills his hips, his cock blanketed by your oesophagus at the back of your throat, leaving you gagging and coughing. Spurts of warm cum paint the back of your mouth as you feel him slide out of you as he reaches his orgasm. White sticky cum coats every part of your throat, tongue, and cheeks as you look up into his eyes, tongue hanging out for more.

You both put your lips back around his dick and suckle softly on the tip, tongue teasing the slit for more cum. Jungkook falls back slightly, using his elbows to prop his weight up against the workstation his tools are on.

You pull away from his cock, making a loud ‘pop’ as your lips leave his head. You shower his dick with small kitten kisses, feeling it soften against your lips.

“Jimin will never be able to fuck you like I do, sweetheart, just remember that.”

Again, warmth radiates all over your body at his words — the knowledge of you being his and his only gives you a prideful buzz.

Titling your head to look at Jungkook, who is towering over you, you smile a sweet saccharine smile and wink. “Jimin will never be able to fuck me like you,” you agree. “But what about Taehyung?” 

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Why is your personal trainer joel so fucking creepy and hot 👀 that sauna scene though oh my god 🤤 Why is the thought of that creepy man dry humping the hall out of you just so 🤤 Will reader continue those ✨extra special✨ private lessons? At that point they'll just damn near be straight up fucking when they're working out lol (double work out ig??)

THANK YOU. PT Joel. I guess this turned into a smutty imagine (<700 words, I8+, teasing, semi-public smut)

Imagine the angst if he didn't grind on you next time. Little do you know, he jacked off right before you got to the gym, watching--uh oh--surveillance footage of your last workout. So, say he gets behind you as a spot and doesn't even press himself against you, but you push your ass back. You feel him, big and warm, but not hard. You're in your head about it for the whole workout.

This is unexpectedly fun for him, making you chase him. He doesn't even let you look at his shorts?? He's like, "eyes up here." He makes you work for it. Gives you a really nice, hard workout. But that's not what you came for, is it? He has you in a frog stretch at the end of the session and He finally touches reaches his hand between your legs. He ghosts two fingers over the damp crotch of your shorts, then says, "pull'em down." You do it without hesitation and he pulls them off you. "Good girl." Then he manhandles you into being flat on your stomach with your legs spread wide for him. He's quiet. All you hear is the fan kicking in, until he spits. Then you hear his hand squishing around his cock, and he lines himself up and shoves in. He breathes heavy in your ear as he fills you with his cock. He pulls your tank top and sports bra down under your tits. And you let him do whatever he wants.

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It's too fun for him, making you desperate for it. Next time it's similar, but at the end, he doesn't fuck you. He catches you in the parking lot subtly touching yourself in your car before you drive off. He walks up to your window with a huge boner like "if ya want somethin', take it next time." So next time, he does graze you a couple of times. And at the end of the session, you're both on the floor, stretching. It's clearly on your mind. You've been squirming the whole session. He gets up on his knees and follows your eyes to his shorts -- where you're eyeing his hard length snug against his left inner thigh. He challenges you with a raise of his eyebrows, and you get up and knee walk toward him. "Good girl," he whispers. You reach out and feel him and he groans at your touch.

"Sit," you tell him.

"Hell yeah," he whispers.

"Take it out."

"Mm-hmm." Now he's sitting there with his huge cock and balls out for your taking. You take your shorts off, balance with your hands on his shoulders, and sit on it. He helps pull you down on his fat cock and you gasp. He doesn't make you do all the work. He sets the rhythm and fucks you from the bottom and he's grunting and breathing, "Fuck." His groan echoes as he pulls you down and finishes inside. "Good," he whispers.

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Imagine you get sick of the games, or you start dating someone, so you go back to your normal gym. He shows up there, too. Probably makes you drool for a few days then catches you at the water fountain refilling your bottle. He takes the bottle out of your hand and sets it on top of the water fountain. Then grabs you by the arm and pulls you into the men's locker room. He shoves his hand down the front of your pants and grinds against you as he fingers you. It only takes a minute to get you off. From then on you work out in constant anticipation.

One time, he comes over when you're doing floor work and says under his breath, "I want ya to relax your muscles. . . ." You do as he says. "Now engage your core. . . good. . . and your pelvic floor. . . " He talks you through it. "Ok, now relax." Each "rep," you get closer and closer, and the next thing you know you're coming untouched. "Good set," he mumbles and subtly adjusts himself before going back to his workout.

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Inspired by this gifset, and people in the tags saying "yoga teacher Tommy anyone?"

So, uh, please accept this offering of Season 1!Buck and Yoga Teacher!Tommy 😊 I haven't spell or grammar checked this, so please excuse any errors, I will do that before I put it on ao3 (maybe as a first meeting AU for BuckTommy week?) later lol.

Rating: Mature (esque), Buck is having some not safe for work thoughts about yoga teacher Tommy >.< (and Buck's own arousal 🤤)

Word count: 1.9k~

Enjoy!!

Buck slides through the half-open fire door at the yoga studio without double checking back down the alleyway he walked down. He's on the third yoga teacher from this particular studio, her name is Jewel on Tinder, and they usually fuck in her empty classroom.

She'd leave the door open; he would make his way through half empty hallways and dodge any actual pupils from her classes, and then they'd leave the door unlocked and-

So, he's not feeling like he needs to double check himself as he makes his way to her classroom. He keeps his head high, because if he bumps into Tiff or Kailey, he's not going to say no to them joining either, and saunters his way into Jewels classroom.

Buck feels wrong footed when he opens the door, and there is a man standing at the front of the class. He takes half a step back to check the room number on the door, and it's definitely 217 which is the number Jewel had texted that afternoon when he'd been sexting her from his bunk.

Buck knows he should probably turn around, leave, get out of there, because he has plans with Jewel, except he can't seem to take his eyes off the back of the head of this guy's head.

He's big, and burly, with arms that look like they could do some damage, rivalling some of the bigger men at the Firehouse. They're shiny and look near throbbing, in the way that Buck tends to see from the men at the gym who've just spent an hour working out, beads of sweat along lines of muscle. The kind of men he spends hours talking to about their routine, their protein intake, what weight they've made it up to.

Men who like and appreciate a good workout. Men whose physique Buck admires. Men who Buck looks up and down and commits to memory for inspiration when they're sweaty and their gym clothes no longer hide anything.

And, well, Buck can see from across the room that mystery male yoga teacher is covered in sweat. The guy's tank top isn't hiding anything, stuck to him, and Buck sees his shoulder muscles outlined by the dark fabric.

There is a towel slung over his shoulders that looks equally soaked, catching the beads that roll down his neck.

Buck follows the towel down the planes of the guy's back, the tank top clings to his waist and Buck wants to suck the sweat out of it.

The thought feels like a bucket of water over his head, and he blinks.

What?

Buck's mouth feels dry, and his mind is spinning, completely caught off guard by the desire to quench himself with a strangers sweat, and he's still staring at the guy's hips. He can't stop his eyes drifting lower and over those shorts that are obviously for modesty's sake but are achieving nothing because they've risen up between the guy's asscheeks and are cupping them perfectly.

Buck wants to blame having come here already half-horny and ready for a fuck for the way that his blood is rushing.

A good ass is a good ass.

And mystery male yoga teacher has a delicious looking one.

Buck takes a step back, committing mystery male yoga teacher's back profile to memory, and ready to find Jewel and not think about this.

But then the door swings closed against Buck's ass, and he stumbles forward into the room.

Mystery male yoga teacher jumps up and spins around and, God, Buck kind of wishes he hadn't.

The guy's front is just as gorgeous as the back, hair sticking to his forehead. His pecs are incredibly perky, yet another thing that Buck notices in other men when he's at the gym, and the tank top has risen up slightly to show off a hint of his abs, and the start of the 'v' down towards his groin and Buck would love to get his tongue in that and-

"Can I help you?"

Buck's head snaps up to look at mystery male yoga teacher's face and becomes aware that his mouth is open, and he's been looking at the poor guy like he was a tall glass of water and Buck parched.

Buck unsticks his tongue from his bottom teeth, and swallows. "Hi."

Mystery male yoga teach does not look impressed. He raises his eyebrow, - Buck wonders how someone can have such blue eyes, he could get lost in them - and tilts his head to the side.

"Want to try that again?" He asks.

Buck nods, a little numbly, and now he's looking at the guy's face, he can't stop. Buck kind of wants to kiss the guy's cheek bones, nibble along his jaw, lick the cleft of his chin. Buck's vision whites a little, as he tries desperately to steer his thoughts away from horniness.

"I," Buck starts to say, and his voice cracks so harshly that Buck has to stop and clear his throat. Maybe he was thirsty. "I was here to see Jewel."

"Jewel?" Mystery male yoga teacher says, eyebrows furrowed, looking so adorably confused as his face scrunches up. "Jewel...I don't..." Tommy's face goes completely blank for a second. "Ah, right, Julie. You mean Julie, kid?"

"Sure," Buck agrees, because he doesn't know Jewel as Jewel, but he's fairly certain Tiff and Kailey hadn't used their names either.

Mystery male yoga teacher rolls his eyes. "She went home with the flu just before her last class," he says, "sorry, kid."

He turns away, leaning over to start packing the bag at his feet, and Buck can't help but look at the guy's ass again. Bent over, it only makes those shorts ride up even more, and Buck imagines crawling across the yoga classroom floor and burying his face between them.

Can't be much different than with a woman, right?

Buck kind of wants to be smothered by them, wants to let the guy use his tongue, to feel strong thighs around his head. Buck swallows, and runs his tongue along the inside of his mouth.

"Anything else?" Mystery male yoga teacher asks still bent over.

Buck shakes his head, and then breathes. "No, nope, I'm just-" admiring the view? "I'll be leaving," Buck settles for.

But he doesn't get the chance to move, because mystery male yoga teacher chooses that moment to squat, and his thighs flex and Buck's vision has full on spots dancing in them now, with how easily the other mans legs bend, and how flexible he looks fully squatted, but strong and so in control, because his ass is just inches from touching the ground.

The man bounces when he reaches the bottom of his squat, just slightly, two bounces with his legs spread and his ass dropped, and, fuck, Buck hates that Jewel has flu.

He's going to need to borrow the studios showers to douse himself, for sure, because there's no way he makes it home with how hot he feels right now.

"Look, kid, need me to pass on a message to Julie?" Tommy asks, twisting around - still squatting, how flexible is he? - and looking at Buck.

Buck fumbles to pull his phone out of his pocket. "Nah, I can just-" He clicks the button, only for the screen to stay black. Well, that explained why Jewel hadn't messaged him that it was off. "Damn," he mutters.

Mystery male yoga teacher raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah, actually, can you just tell her that..." Buck trails off, and his face feels warm, because she's not going to know his name, but he can't just tell this adonis his tinder name, and he doesn't tend to tell people outside his job that his nickname is Buck. "Tell her Evan stopped by."

Mystery male yoga teacher bounces on the balls of his feet and stands up, his bag slung over one shoulder, and shakes his head. There's something to his expression, mild disappointment, but also understanding. "Julie's not going to know you as Evan, is she?"

Buck wishes the floor would swallow him up, because this man has him pegged. Or maybe he just knows his coworker really well. Could be either. Buck refuses to be embarrassed by it though, and he shuffles on the spot, puffing out his chest a little, and swallows to steel himself.

"It's, uh, Firehose."

Buck braces himself for ridicule, maybe a laugh, but mystery male yoga teacher doesn't laugh. He smirks instead, and his eyes drift down to Buck's body, lingering on Buck's chest for a few seconds before landing on half-hard cock.

Mystery male yoga teacher's eyes go half lidded, his tongue runs along his lips, and he swallows before tilting his head to the side. Buck wants to preen because he just got checked out. He just got checked out by a hot guy, and based on the reaction, the hot guy liked what he saw.

"Is it now?" Mystery male yoga teacher's voice is just as dry as his expression had been earlier, and something about that flat tone, the obvious flirt in it, does something for Buck.

"People like to tell me it is, at least," Buck flirts back with a wink.

Mystery male yoga teacher's grip on his bag makes his knuckles white, and the man nods. "I guess if it's peer reviewed," he says, finally looking away from Buck's groin to his face, and raising an eyebrow.

"By many people," Buck says, and then flounders a little because he knows he wants to flirt, but he hasn't flirted with a guy before, is he doing it right? "Very good at putting out fires, the pressure has five stars, definitely who you want to call for your emergencies."

The guy barks out a laugh, and maybe Buck missed the mark with that one, but the way mystery male yoga teacher's face scrunches up as he smiles is something Buck wants to treasure.

"Okay, well, down boy," he says. The words send a sharp bolt of electricity down Buck's spine, his skin feels like it's on fire, and he inhales sharply. "I'll let Julie know Firehose was here for her, okay?"

Mystery male yoga teacher is moving closer, clearly ready to leave, and Buck knows he'll probably never see him again if he lets him leave.

"Or, or, you could not," Buck says, quickly, it rushes out of him. "I mean, I-"

All Buck's smoothness is gone, and mystery male yoga teacher is barely two feet away, and now Buck can smell him. He sways on the spot, wants to chase that smell, press his nose into it and smell it forever. Most men at the gym don't get this close, but Buck thinks the gym might be ruined forever if he ever reacts like this again.

"Jewel didn't even give me her name," Buck says, and steps closer to him, "can't have been that serious, you know?"

"You didn't give her yours either," the man points out, unimpressed.

Buck nods, shaking his head in a 'good point' motion. "Okay, but I gave it to you."

Mystery male yoga teacher laughs again. "When I asked you." The lilt to his voice is like a sirens call, and Buck wants to make him laugh again.

"I don't give it to just anyone." Buck tries his best to look up through half-lidded eyes, bites his lip in a way one of his older flings used to like, and softens his eyebrows to appear just a little bit younger.

It works like a charm.

"Jesus Christ," Mystery male yoga teacher whispers, "you're something else, Firehose."

"Evan," Buck corrects, and smirks, because hook, line, sinker, he's bagged himself another yoga teacher.

"Well, Evan-"

Holy fuck, Buck is fairly certain he could come from this man's voice alone, his name in this man's mouth is a weapon.

"-I'm Tommy."

[superblysubpar]

could i request a lil smutty eddie fic based on dangerous animals by arctic monkeys? 🤤

Dangerous Animals

mechanic!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: After a long day, your mechanic makes a mess of you on the hood of your car. | my blog and this fic are 18+ Only, NSFW

the song: dangerous animals by arctic monkeys

2,936 words

warnings: cat-calling | Eddie is a little teasing/cocky | SMUT (unprotected piv intercourse - creampie / public sex - open garage but no one is around)

It had been a day and the Indiana summer heat was just one of the many things making your jaw clench as you stepped towards the garage, men spilling out of it as the clock marked the end of their shifts. 

Swatting at the gnats flying around your face, you swore you were able to grab fistfuls of the heavy and thick air settling around your body. Rolling your eyes as you push your sunglasses up, the men leaving the shop throw rags over their shoulders, elbows at each other, and catcalls towards you. One even having the nerve to call out, ‘Baby, why don’t you give us a smile?’

Pretending to search your purse, you pull out your middle finger and a faux look of shock, only to be met with wider grins, a few whistles, and a blow of a piece of bubble gum with a hand over the heart from the one asking you to smile, “Breaking my heart, girl.”

“Can’t break something that’s not there,” calling behind your shoulder as calls of ooh’s and ouches from the other men, a ‘keep trying’ and ‘she likes it’ murmuring quietly behind your back. 

“Assholes,” mumbling as you enter the open door, glancing back at the boys hopping into trucks, hooting and hollering about where they were heading first for their Friday night festivities. So fixed on their departure, you almost trip over a pair of coverall clad legs outstretched under your bright blue Sunbeam. 

A familiar voice calling from under the vehicle, “You know they like the chase.”

Scoffing, you sling your purse onto a bench, unbuttoning your work blouse to reveal a white tank top. Despite both doors open on either end of the garage, the oscillating fans seem to do nothing to dissipate the heat, only nudging it around. The air heavy with the smell of oil, tires, and what you were ninety percent sure was a bag of rotting funyuns. A classic rock station playing quietly and you smirk at the calendar hanging behind the counter- a bright blue star and your initials on today’s date. 

“And that gives them a right to be pervy jerks?” shoving your shirt in your purse, heels crunching on the gravel beneath them as you spin towards the car once more. 

A quiet laugh escapes from under the bright blue car, “I didn’t say that, now did I?” a grunt and hiss following before a quiet “Shit,” falls from him. 

Stepping closer, you groan, “Don’t - don’t you dare say ‘shit’ under my baby, Munson. You promised it’d be done today.”

Grease covered thighs lead to the arms of the coveralls that have been left to hang in a loose knot around his waist, revealing what you assume was once a white shirt, now completely covered in oil and god knows what else. A metal tapping that gets louder before an abrupt clang, “I said I hoped it would be done today! I don’t make promises I can’t keep sweetheart, and I hate to break it to you, but your baby,” more grunting and sounds of metal clinking together ring out, the heels of his work boots dig into the gravel, “Is a piece of shit.”

The toe of your heel kicks his boot, “Take it back.”

“Fat chance,” he laughs before it falters off into a groan, “Alright, if I come out there, are you gonna kick my ass? Cause I’ve had a really shitty day and if the guys find out you beat me up, I’ll never be able to show my face here again.”

Taking a step back, you let out a frustrated huff, “I should beat you up! Quit dicking me around, it’s been weeks, can you fix the car or not Eddie?”

Wheels crunching on gravel, his upper half frees itself from under the hood. Sweaty bangs plastered to his forehead, a black bandana keeping his dark curls at bay, brown eyes shining through a layer of grime and grease on his face, and plush pink lips smirking up at your towering frame. It was like he was trying to distract you from the fact that you were supposed to be upset - unfair for him to look so cute when you were so irritated. 

His arms stretch to hold the fender above his head, his arms and shoulders accentuated by the tight white shirt and grease as he moans with fake distress, “Honey, you know what girls like you saying ‘dick’ does to guys like me,” as you roll your eyes, he winks, “Don’t tease me.”

He starts to push himself up from the cart and something in you snaps. Maybe it's the day you've had, the ache in your calves from the heels, the kink in your neck, the men earlier, or the heat, but you've had it. 

Your foot catches his chest, heel gently resting, but enough pressure to startle him. His hands flying to your bare calf as he stutters, "What the hell do you th-"

He leans back against the rolling cart as you lean down, "I'm the one teasing you? Give me a fucking break. Can you fix it or not?"

Jaw clenching as his eyes grow darker, he squeezes your calf gently and the pressure of it against your sore muscles allows an embarrassing moan to fall from your mouth. His lips twitch up into a smirk, and you remove your foot quickly, backing away.

Rising to his feet, you turn your back to him, about to grab your purse and head home, "Sorry, you weren't the only one who had a shitty day and-"

Hands on your waist pull you back harshly, spinning you to face him as his hand rests on your lower back. His mouth against your ear and his words sending chills down your spine despite the heat, "Where do you think you're going?"

"I-" gulping, you fall away from his grasp, the back of your legs hitting the front of your car and you fall against it. Eddie's eyes have turned almost black, losing all warmth, and he's stalking towards you like he was ready to devour you right there on the hood as you squeak out a quiet, "What are you doing?"

Leaning more into your space, dirty arms flexing as they cage you in, you hate that your mouth is watering at the sight of his veins in his forearms and hands, stark against the grease clinging to his skin. 

"What's the matter sweetheart? Suddenly so shy...where'd that mouth go, huh?" Eddie's nose nudges against yours, breath hot and fanning across your cheek. 

Your sweating fingers slide against the smooth metal beneath them, trying to cling to something for some sort of stability as he nudges your legs wider apart to step between. Your brain has melted, and your gasping and grasping to form a coherent thought other than 'fuck me right now'. 

Eddie laughs quietly, a dirty hand resting on your bent knee, "You know what I think?" His hand slides up your thigh until his fingers are at the edge of your skirt. A whine escapes you and you close your eyes at the sound, hating that he's able to make you fall apart with a few touches to your skin and simple words. His lips brush yours just slightly as he whispers, "I think you like being teased just as much as you like doing the teasing. You're no better than any of those guys," his bottom lip catches your top one as yours part on their own volition, a gasp falling into his mouth as he continues, "I think you like the game we've been playing," his hand pushes the hem of your skirt slowly, lips against your cheek now, "You like the chase. Like a lioness stalking her prey."

Nose nudging against your skin and both of his hands on your thighs now, you let yourself fall back against the hood. His hands push your skirt until it's bunched around your hips, your black lace covered and clearly aroused center on full display for him. He reaches up, grabbing at your chest and your eyes flutter closed at the sight of the dark marks staining the white and he laughs into your jaw, "But maybe I'm wrong."

He starts to pull away from you and your knees tighten against his waist, arms rising to wrap around his neck as you laugh breathlessly and try to get some of your power back, “Eddie, don’t act like I can’t get you on your knees begging for this.”

His eyebrows raise beneath parted bangs and he shakes his head, “You are unbeli-”

Pulling him down harshly, his nose hitting yours, you whisper, “So those aren’t my initials next to a star on your calendar, Munson?”

Cheeks tinged pink, he shakes his head as his hands find your hips, fingers toying with the band of your panties and he smirks at the sound of your breath hitching, “You caught me sweetheart,” one finger hooking into the edge of the black fabric, he starts to tug it down as he leans closer to your ear, “I’ve been counting the days until you were back here, thinking about doing exactly this,” his teeth nip at your earlobe and your hand clamps around the back of his neck harder, encouraging him to keep going, “Thinking about all the ways I could get you onto the hood of your baby,” he mocks your nickname as he pulls away and stares into your eyes, “Just so I could fuck you so hard you can’t walk out of here.”

Gasping at his admission, the setting sun is casting Eddie in soft golden haze, a halo of light around him like he’s some sort of dark angel. You didn’t know if he was about to deliver you to heaven or hell, but in that moment, you were sure you’d follow him wherever he wanted to take you. 

His fingers graze your ankle as he pulls your underwear from you fully and you pull him closer, his weight heavy against you as your lips brush against each other and you hiss, “So do it already.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows again, hands pulling his hardened length from his coveralls and boxers. Wrapping his hand around his thick and swollen cock, he leans over you, one hand resting over your shoulder as he smirks, “Not even gonna give me a please, pretty girl?”

Positive you were dripping down onto the hood of the car at this point from all of his teasing, the names, the way he looked - yet you refuse to let him have the satisfaction of seeing you melt into a puddle. Eddie pulls you harshly to meet his leaking tip, “Come on baby, don’t wanna forget our manners, we’re not animals.”

Huffing, you throw your head back, eyes trained on the garage ceiling, “Fuck, Eddie, stop dick-”

His tip slips into your entrance, pausing as you gasp, his mouth nipping your ear, “What did I say about using the word dick?”

A whimper slips out of you as he circles his hips slowly, the faint guitar on the radio swelling and he laughs, “Fuck, she’s trying to suck me in,” dipping below your ear, hot, wet and breathy kisses land across your skin, “Come on sweetheart, she’s impatient, need you to say-”

“Please!” your hands tangle in his hair and he slams into you as the word leaves your mouth. 

Eddie’s lips crash into yours in a searing kiss, his tongue diving out to request entrance as his hips start to thrust into you harshly. Moans transferring between your mouths, your hands slide to his shoulders, fingers digging in as he adjusts his hips to a new angle. Your body is sliding against the hood, and his hands find your hips, holding you in place as he pushes deeper into you. He sucks your bottom lip between both of his, pulling and dragging away slowly as manages to find a frantic and precise rhythm, hitting the spot inside of you to make you fall apart in record time. 

Eyes rolling into the back of your head, his teeth sink into your lip he’s holding. He releases it, saliva stringing between you both and you swear he bit you hard enough to draw blood. Eddie’s dirty hands grip and grope at your sides, your ass, your thighs, leaving marks and filth in his trail. Your hands fall from his shoulders to above your head, hitting the car with a loud smack, as his mouth travels down your neck and to your shoulder, a mixture of biting and kissing that has you stretching away from him but begging him for more. 

His hands on your bare skin on the sides of your stomach pull you tighter against his brutal hips and he speaks into your chest, “Already, baby? You’re gonna fall apart all over me, huh?” 

Your mouth opens to protest, to come back with a witty remark and he goes faster, hitting the spot deep within you, hard enough to leave a bruise you’re sure. His name leaves your mouth instead of an insult, desperate and loud enough that someone in outer space could hear it.  He catches your lips again, quick kisses between his words, “Don’t even try to lie to me,” he slides out suddenly, leaving you almost completely before slamming back into you and you scream against his mouth as he nods, voice dripping in fake concern, “Yeah?”

You nod against his lips and he laughs, repeating the agonizing pull out and brutal push back in as he demands, “Say it.”

You cry out, incoherent babbling, maybe his name, you don’t care as he returns to his quick and powerful thrusts, his hands lifting your hips as he somehow pushes even deeper within your walls at the new angle. Your body heated from head to toe, your shoes long fallen off, your heels dig into the car as he nips at your lip, teeth grazing your bottom one, “I’m waiting.”

“Ye-Yes!” your head knocking into the hood, you fling your hands into his hair as your entire body buzzed, lightning ready to strike, a euphoria taking over your brain, unable to think of anything other than the pleasure as he growls into your mouth - maybe he was wrong. Maybe you were animals. Wanting to make it last forever, to make him work for it and let him destroy you quickly and brutally all at the same time. Primal, impatient, desperate to please him and fall apart as he devoured you. 

Eddie lets his weight fall against you, the pressure of his pelvis hitting your swollen nerves is the breaking point you needed. Pulling his hair as you scream even louder, not caring if the entire planet hears how he is making you feel. He continues to slam into you as your orgasm rolls through your body, hitting the sensitive spot over and over again. Eyes squeezing shut, mouth falling slack in a scream that’s fallen silent now, fingers deep in his curls, chest tightening enough to hold your breath, toes curling, and body convulsing and shaking underneath him.

Eddie’s lips find yours, soft and sweet contrasting with his pistoning hips as you feel him stutter against you, releasing and painting your insides. Your hands relax in his hair at the feeling, drifting to cradle his face as you kiss. Mouths moving passionately against each other’s, sweat dripping foreheads and noses pushing together in a way that made your stomach roll with butterflies like it was a sweet first date and not the aftershock of something so raw and animalistic. This was tender and intimate and you feel your eyelashes wetting, your body shivering beneath his as his fingers trail up your body, finding your face as you sigh contently into his lips. One large hand against your cheek and pushing into your hair to draw you closer to him, the other holding your jaw, opening you up for him more. 

Inevitably, you needed air, and Eddie was the first to pull away, but only enough to hold your chin between his thumb and forefinger as his eyes that had returned to their soft brown look over your face fondly. Voice raspy, a little sugary and sweet again, not the man he just was, he smiles softly and whispers, “Good?”

Smiling back at him, you tap your nose against his, “Great.”

Not a single care to move from your position, thighs shaking, your eyes straining to remain open, you were certain you were not going to be able to walk out of the garage after the way he just made you cum, just as he declared earlier. 

Eddie’s nose and lips brush over your face as your breathing slowly returns to normal. Sweet kisses and quiet hums against your skin that seem to be apologizing for any teasing yet promising to do it all over again. As he kisses your jaw he whispers, “Can I put a star on the calendar for the same time next week, my lioness?” 

Laughing as you nod, his smiling lips continue to kiss all over your face until he ducks into your neck, blowing a raspberry below your ear that somehow makes you shriek and tighten around him - totally annoyed and incredibly aroused only seconds apart. 

As you let yourself relax under his weight and laughter, you knew you were in trouble. Eddie was powerful and patient, a devil and an angel - a dangerous animal that could protect you and destroy you in the same breath. 

[betterthanburrow]

White Party - Instagram AU

(Bengals Quarterback! Joe Burrow x Fashion Model! OC)

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yourinstagram: i love a white party 🤍

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yourmama: my beautiful girl!

username1: 😍😍😍

username2: Burrow is a lucky man

username3: it’s no wonder that you’re a model!

joeyb_9: i love a white party too!

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BurrowSource: Joe Burrow with Donovan Mitchell at Michael Rubin’s 4th of July Party!

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username1: the fact Joe attended a white party but he still kept those colorful rubber band on his wrist…

username2: these men are so fine 🤤🥵

username3: i don’t know how to feel about the outfit?!

username4: my favorite basetball player and my favorite football player in a photo together… i won!

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joeyb_9: Had the basketball versus football convo too many times

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grantwill2: We can really set it up 😂

username1: THAT’S MY QB!

username2: i think Joey B would be a great basketball player for some reason

↳ username3: you’ll be surprised to learn that Joe played basketball in high school!

yourinstagram: i bet those were some real interesting conversations 👀

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BenGALSStyle: @.joeyb_9 | July 3, 2023 |

Wearing: Zara Men’s Crochet Shirt (Sold Out)

Zara Men’s Crochet Shorts (ON SALE $35.99)

Amazon Jersey Tank ($15.99)

Saint Laurent amid-Top Sneakers $895

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username1: HE WORE A ZARA CROCHET SET?!

username2: someone get Joe Burrow a stylist NOW!

username3: the zara fit and amazon tank 💀

username4: joe’s fashion choices scare me sometimes

username5: how is Joey B dating a FASHION MODEL yet he doesn’t know how to dress himself appropriately for events and celebrity parties 😳😭

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michaelrubin: A literal movie - white party 2023 recap

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joeyb_9: it was a fun night!

username1: only man that can invite everyone to a party and they all show up 😂🔥

username2: if you are a celeb and not invited to this party… i think it can really put you into depression 😵‍💫

yourinstagram: same time next year?! 🤍

Author’s Note:

according to Google, today is Flag Day so it makes sense that an Instagram AU inspired by Michael Rubin’s 4th Of July Party is published!

if you want to request an Instagram AU, send the IG AU request to my Inbox and i will try to get the Instagram AU request published as soon as i can.

thank you all for the love and support! 🤍

[fushironi]

omg can you do one where the reader sucks off adult nanami , geto, and gojo to see who has the best dick . It’s up to you who has the best one 🥵

AHHH thank you for this anon!! Just the idea is being able to pleasure the three of them at once is just 🤤 I hope you enjoy this and I hope it’s up to your liking!! I’m sorry if it’s not how you pictured 😭!! IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!

Tw/cw: all characters are of age (18+) oral (m +f receiving), foursome, blow bang energy, afab!reader, cock drunk, face fucking like crazy, messyyyy, these men love using your throat, degrading, pet names, nsfw, minors dni!!

Tonight was like any other night. You were hanging out with three of your favorite coworkers, each of you sharing a drink. It had been a rough day at work and you wanted nothing more than to relax and just enjoy your night in. You guys decided on watching a movie, not wanting to put much effort into the remainder of your day. Many people found it odd that your best friends were all male, especially with how much time you all spend together, but you didn’t care. They’re (usually) less drama than girls, which is the main reason why you all get along.

You take a drag of your cigarette as you settle on the floor, your head laying back against the couch as you blow out the smoke. You let the nicotine take over your body as you take another drag, your free hand running through your hair. You let out a sigh as you open your eyes to the sound of a movie playing on the tv.

“You okay, doll?” Nanami asks as he sits on the couch above you, his legs on either side of your body. You turn on your knees to face him, taking another drag of your cigarette. You blow the smoke up and away from him, exposing your neck. You felt his eyes on your tits, your tank top exposing the tops of your breasts.

“Yea. Just a long day, Kento.” You say with a soft smile. You finish your cig before burning it out in the ash tray. You use his thighs to push yourself up, your boobs just barely missing his face.

“Tease,” Kento moans as he watches your form as you stretch.

“Mm, but you like it,” you smirk as you lean downwards, your lips inches from his. He lets a smirk play on his lips as his eyes flick between your boobs and lips.

“Maybe I do,” he smirks as his hands land on your hips at the same time your lips press against one another. You settle in his lap as you deepen the kiss, pulling him closer. His natural scent wafts over your nostrils , your head spinning as you grind against his lap. Your shorts and panties slowly grow wetter as his hands travel along your body, squeezing every plump and curve. A moan falls from your lips as his large fingers dip into the band of your shorts, rubbing at your clit.

“Awe, they started without us.” Gojo says to Geto as the two men enter the living room. You smirk against Nanami’s lips as you lift your hips, allowing his digits to enter your wet cunt. You let out a moan as his fingers stretch your hole, making you whimper against his lips.

“Do you think she’ll let us have a taste? Let us ruin her one by one?” Geto smirks as his sweats hit the floor, his boxers growing tighter as he watched you start to ride Nanami’s hand. Your head spins as he begins to work your core, his lips still working on your neck. You roll your head back as you let Nanami kiss your skin, your hips rolling against his large hand.

“C’mere,” You whine as you look over at Gojo and Geto, your hands reaching for the two men. You let out a soft moan as you press your lips to Geto’s, his lips tasting like smoke. It was intoxicating and made you feel incredible, your brain going fuzzy as his hands find your breast’s, squeezing softly. A moan falls from your lips at his touch, your tongues tangling together.

“Such a pretty girl,” Gojo smirks as he sits next to Nanami, who’s fingers were still buried deep inside you. Gojo’s fingers find your clit, massaging the bundle of nerves, causing your hips to buck. “Look at her, she’s a fucking mess,” Geto purrs as he pulls off your shirt, exposing your breast. A gasp leaves your lips as Gojo and Nanami attach their lips to your hardened buds, Geto’s mouth swallowing your moans. Your body was on fire from all the stimulation, your fingers tangling in Geto’s hair as his tongue wrestles your own. You feel yourself go into a wave of pleasure as you cum on Nanami’s fingers, your body shaking.

“Good girl. Making a mess of yourself on my hand,” Nanami purrs as he licks his fingers clean. You whimper as you watch him, your heart thumping as you calm down. Your brain spins as you slowly come back from cloud nine, your hand still playing in Geto’s hair. You pull him back for a kiss as Nanami and Gojo go back to sucking on your nipples, Geto’s hand wrapping around your throat. “Mmm I guess it’s my turn?” Geto growls against your lips as his hand squeezes your throat.

“Whatcha gonna do to me?” You say in a breathy moan, your back arching against the two men in front of you. “First,” Geto smirks as he pulls you off Nanami’s lap by your hair, eliciting a high-pitched squeal to leave your lips. “The fuck man!” Gojo groans in frustration as his eyes land on the pair of you. “You’ll get your turn,” Geto chuckles as he throws you into the loveseat, smirking darkly at the lewd moan you let out. “You enjoy that, don’t you? Being thrown around like a rag doll.” Geto growls as he grabs your throat once more, crashing his lips onto yours. Your fingers find his hair as you kiss him back, another squeal leaving you as he quickly rotates you so your head is hanging off the edge of the loveseat.

“I like where this is going,” Nanami smirk as he stands, his pants dropping to the floor. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel a pair of lips licking your cunt, your legs spreading wider as you give them better access. You couldn’t see who was eating you out, but you didn’t care; it felt amazing either way. Your moans are soon muffled as Geto’s cock is shoved down your throat, his hand gripping it tight as he feels your throat bulging.

“Fuck, your throat is so tight” he groans as his free hand grips your left breast, tugging on your nipple. You moan around him as you feel the coolness’s of Gojo’s ring pushing inside your warm cunt. “So is her pretty pussy. Fuck princess, you don’t get fucked often, do you?” He says in a sultry voice as his fingers match the pace of Geto’s hips. You hear the heavy steps of Nanami come toward your back side, standing directly above your cunt as he licks a string stripe across your clit, making your body shake. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the three men begin to work your body like their own personal toy, Geto’s strong thighs being your only source of stability.

“You taste like heaven” Gojo moans as him and Nanami take turns eating you out, both their fingers buried deep inside you as they tag team your pretty little cunt. Your brain spins as they use you, your body shaking as you feel yourself getting closer to your high. But, of course, in classic fashion, the men pull away; leaving you in a breathless needy mess.

“We have better plans for you, Princess.” Geto smirks as he sits you up, pulling you to the floor. Your eyes widen as the men stand in front of you, their cocks erect and red as their hands wrap around their girthy shafts. There was definitely no denying that the three men before you were large. Each of them having thick, veiny cocks. Geto was slightly curved to the left, Gojo curved to the right, and Nanami was long and thick, straight as a board. Your pussy clenched at the site, your mouth watering.

“Look at her. Doe eyed staring at our cocks.” Nanami groans as his hand pets your head before he runs a thumb along your bottom lip. “Why don’t you put that pretty little mouth of yours to work and show us what you can do?” Gojo taunts as he pushes his reddened tip against your lips. You eagerly lick his tip, moaning at the pre that touches your taste buds. You do the same for the other men before taking them one by one, deep throating each of them before you take two in your mouth at once, jerking off the third.

“Fuck, she’s a fucking pro,” Gojo groans as you take him and Geto in your mouth, your hand pumping Nanami. You smile at his words before you switch it up and take Nanami and Geto in your mouth, pumping Gojo in your fist. The constant back and forth of pleasing all of them was intoxicating to you, your mind spinning as Nanami takes over and solely fucks your face, his hips thrusting harshly as he chases his own high.

“Gonna swallow my cum? Gonna be a good girl f’me?” He groans as he watches as you nod, your eyes brim with tears, a dark chuckle leaving his lips. “Good girl,” he purrs as he ruts his hips a few more times before stopping, his hot load shooting down your throat. You swallow every drop, a deep moan leaving your muffled throat as your hands find purchase on his thighs. He fucks himself through his high before pulling out of your mouth with a ‘pop’ his hand caressing your cheek as he taps your bottom lip. You open your mouth without command, showing him that you’d swallowed all he gave. “Such a perfect little thing,” he coos as he kisses you deeply before stepping back to allow the other two men to use you.

“Who’s next?” Gojo purrs as he and Geto exchange a look and a side smirk. Your chest heaves as you look at the two men, the both of them looking almost god like above you, their hands stoking their cocks. Your mouth drooled as you looked between the two of them, your cunt clenching as you took them in. You pull your lip between your teeth as you swallow hard, your brain spinning. “G-Gojo,” you whine as you look up at him. He walks towards you as his finger taps your chin, signaling for you to open your mouth. You do as instructed, whimpering as he pushes his thumb on your tongue. “Fuck- such a pretty little thing,” he purrs as he tugs on your tongue, your eyes brimming with tears. He gives you a devilish grin as he pushes his cock down your throat, groaning at the warmth your mouth gives him.

A low, feral groan escapes his lips as he begin to fuck your throat, his hand in your hair as he moves his hips faster and faster. Your tears slip down your cheeks as he fucks your mouth recklessly, Gojo’s hand holding you on his cock for a few minutes, chuckling at your blown out eyes. “Fucking pathetic,” he growls as he pulls you off his cock, globs of drools falling from your mouth, only a moment of recovery being granted to you before he goes back to using your throat as his personal toy, enjoying the constant gags falling from your lips as his pretty red tip hits the back of your throat. You let out a low moan, the vibrations sending a shiver up his spine as his hips still, his cum shooting down your throat in surprise. You swallow every drop of his sweet and salty fluid, your pussy clenching as you take yet another load. As he pulls away, you hang your mouth open to show him that you’ve swallowed all he gave, a deep groan and sly grin on his face. “Fucking pretty little girl,” Gojo smirks as he pats your head, making your cunt squeeze at the pet name and actions.

Your eyes land on Suguru as Gojo takes his seat next to Nanami, your eyes glowing as you stare at the tall man before you. You knew how good his cock tastes. You knew he was good with his hips. Having stolen many sessions away to the janitors closet at the school to have a quickie or two. You crawl over to him with pure lust in your eyes, your pussy dripping as you sit nicely on your heels for him. “The best for last,” you purr as your nails gently graze up his muscular legs, a low rumble erupting from Suguru. “As it should be,” he purrs as his hand pats your cheek before a hard smack lands on your skin. You let out a low moan as he does so, your hands bracing on his thighs as he taps your lips with his cock. “Ready to give them a show?” He smirks as his fingers tangle in your hair. You nod eagerly as you stick your tongue out, drool falling from the tip of your tongue. That sight alone could have made Suguru cum, but he wanted to watch you swallow everything he had. He wanted his friends watch as you please him with your throat in such a different way in what you did for them. He wanted to show off and he knew you did too.

Geto wasted no time in closing the gap between you two, his cock gliding easily into your mouth. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the cool metal of his Prince Albert hits the back of your throat. Your hand slides down your body as your fingers work your cunt, Geto’s hip working at an insane pace in your mouth. Drool falls from the sides of your lips as he holds you at the base of his cock, tears falling from the sides of your eyes as he forces you down, moving your head side to side before yanking you off his cock. A stuffed moan and laugh leaves your lips as globs of drool and precum leave you mouth, your fingers working faster on your clit.

“Dirty fucking whore. Touching yourself while letting me use you. Didn’t that pretty cunt get enough attention?” Geto growls as he shoves you back on his cock, his hips moving at an insane speed as he chases his high. His moans and groans were like music to your ears, the other two men having began jerking themselves off at the sight. Your cunt squeezes around your fingers as you catch sight of the men on the couch, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Geto gives you a hard smack to the face. “Good girl,” he growls as he continues his assault on your throat. You begin to whimper around his cock as you feel your high growing closer, your cheeks hallowing out as you try to pull the orgasm from the god of a man above you. Hell, all of them looked like gods in this current state, each of their bodies sculpted in the best ways possible.

“Mmm-fuck- someone really wants her reward. Don’t you little girl? Such a perfect cocksucking princess,” Geto growls as his thrusts become sloppy and his groans more constant. You nod your head around him as you bob your head faster and faster, your fingers moving faster inside your cunt. “Fuck, look at her. Such a dumb, desperate little bitch,” Nanami growls as his hand moves faster, his own high evident on his face. You let out a muffled whimper at Nanami’s words, your cunt squeezing as they go straight to your core. “Fuck I’m cumming,” Geto groans as he shoots his load down your throat, your own following soon after, your juices covering the floor. You continue to swallow Geto’s cum and cock as the two on the couch release into their hands, a mix of their moans and the smell of sex in the air as Geto withdraws from your mouth, your legs feeling like jelly as you sit on your bottom.

“Fucking hell,” Gojo groans as his breathing returns to normal. “Ditto,” Nanami and Geto say in a breathless laugh. “So, who was better?” Gojo says after a beat, all of you turning to him. You let out a chuckle as you slowly gather yourself off the floor, your eyes scanning over the three of them. “All of you,” you say coyly as you walk upstairs to the bathroom, laughing as you hear the three of them arguing about who was the better throat fuck.

[faithinlouisfuture]

Louis Birthday Tag Game 🎉

first of all, thank you @noraincsl @berlinini & @bbrox for tagging me <3

when did you become a louie?

september of 2021! right after the first afhf, so many times i wish i had discovered him just a month earlier so that i could have partaken in the excitement of the afhf livestream

your earliest fandom memory?

louis related; when he showed up at that pub in his grey sweats and raced an entire team of men in the streets 😭 louies related; participating in the @louisprojects hallouween fan project that year!!! had so much fun and got to interact with so many amazing louies <3

your favourite song (one off walls, one off fitf)?

these are always so hard to choose but, fearless my most beloved and holding on to heartache my most beloved

your favourite music video?

also a hard question i love the artistic intelligence of the walls mv but i also love love love the vibes and personal nostalgic connection to the ooms music video

favourite gig?

lol for this one i have a biased answer; has to be the one i got to attend of course! ltwt22: istanbul >>> superior!!! 🙌🏽 hehe! all the others i’ve watched through livestreams and thoroughly enjoyed

favourite louis hair?

afhf hair was in a league of its own! 🙌🏽 i’m also an enjoyer of peaky blinders hair louis

favourite louis interview?

unsurprisingly the zach sang ones, especially the last one! i’ve also watched the LADbible snack wars an unhealthy amount of times 🫣

suit louis or tank top louis?

favourite louis tattoo?

the stag tattoo has always been a favorite, but i also love the 28! most recognizable hands ever… also cannot even begin to tell you how much i love the far away tattoo!

favourite louis bodypart? (c'mon we all have one!)

bold of anyone to assume i could pick just one, the whole boy is so beautiful 😭 love love love his gorgeous jewel like sparkling eyes, his most biteable nose ever, his sinful arms 🤤 and his delicious plumpy dumpy 🍑 have to also mention the eye crinkles and dimple 🥹 and neck vein 🫦

no idea who all has done this because i’ve not been on here all day, tagging (feel free to ignore) @thelastattempt @elceeu2morrow @martha0206 @28mindgames @louveyous @silouvertongues @itsallaboutzayn

[himbo-in-limbo]

(Gender Neutral) GIRL

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT YOU GOT LAZY. IM DROOLING OVER THAT PIC OF BONNIE. I LOVE IT. But yeah, I definitely hc that Bonnie wears those super short shorts and tank tops-

Anyways, back to drooling over Bonnie

-🐦‍⬛

Tee hee thank u! [TW suggestive]

I was looking up 80s fashion on Pinterest n I went down a rabbit hole (haha) of just Fronnie core...

Like I wanna draw them in these outfits or poses 😍

-sigh- we need more men dressing like this 😔♥️ (as a masc I also dress like this LMAO)

But yeah 😍🤤 Bonnie is giving me huuge brain rot bc he's so pretty n hot n he looks good in everything...

[clover-46]

On today's episode of brain rot:

Shaw Pack Boys but as the sexy next door neighbors.

He is every lonely house-spouse's lifeline, even if he doesn't realize it. He's also the guy you call before the electrician or plumber. He's handy like that.

Everyone loves the summer, not minding the hot summer days because it means there's a high chance David will be outside doing yard work. At first it's just nice to watch him in his tank (I have a thing for David Shaw in a tank top ever since his HBS omg) as he does some work in his yard such as pruning, planting, weeding, watering, ect. Everyone is jealous of his next door neighbors who can see the way the muscles in his forearms, shoulders, and biceps flex as he works.

Then when the sun gets high enough and the heat intensifies, they are praying that he still has yardwork to do. Because then he'll take off his shirt and use it to wipe the sweat off his face before tossing it towards his open garage door to bring inside and wash later. You don't need to be next door to admire the sculpted back muscles. Every hetero, bi, gay, and anywhere in between is admiring this man (yes even the straight men because toxic masculinity doesn't exist in my fantasies.)

Unfortunately he's responsible, so he tends to finish all the work needed before it gets that hot. If the neighborhood is lucky, someone will need "help" mowing their lawn and ask David if he would please be a dear. And of course he does and everyone is all the happier for it. 🤤

//

Asher is literally the best. All the neighborhood kids adore him because he always has some fun game to play. He gives the parents a break from their summer vacation hyped children so they can relax on the porch with some iced tea, lemonade, or a beer. Maybe a glass of wine. Hey, it's 5 o'clock somewhere!

And plenty of the parent love to watch Asher run up and down the street with a huge grin on his face. The sleeveless shirt he wears that shows off his arms so nicely has nothing to do with it.

Or the way he'll lay in his yard with nothing but a pair of shorts and sunglasses on as he sunbathes, lithe body all stretched out and muscles taut and on full display.

Or the way he'll set up a sprinkler in his yard and run through it so the water droplets trace every dip and line of him.

Or the water balloons he'll fill up and his shirt that clings to his skin while he pushes back his wet hair from his face. And of course wet shirts are uncomfortable, so it's only logical to take it off.

Woof, puppy. Woof. 🥴

//

Milo has the best garage sales on the fucking block. His design and clothing tastes are absolutely impeccable. And he's one of the very few men that can pull off a patterned button down. He manages to wear them unbuttoned and make it look classy.

No one thinks it's because of the way it lets the light from the sun and the shade dapple across his abdomen.

The kids don't like him because he takes the market for best lemonade. They don't know that the adults like it so much because it's spiked. The kiddies get normal crystal light lemonade.

Milo who gets a lot more attention whenever he's indulging his oral fixation with a lolly or a Popsicle. Sometimes if they're lucky, he'll have an ice cream cone and the ice cream will melt a little and start to run down his hand, so he'll have to lick it up while the neighbors try not to imagine him licking something else.

-🙊

I WANT THEM TO BE MY NEIGHBORS WTF

also these make for great mental imagery i was going FERAL

(and toxic masculinity doesn’t exist in my fantasies either LMAOOO)

@messenger-of-stupidity

[monkeyninjaxtreme]

I might have a thing for big, beefy men running on treadmills, but goddamn Badman Mo takes the cake, he’s fuckin huge. I hope he stretches that tank top off so you can see just how muscular he truly is🥵💦🤤

[skyward-heir]

some thoughts, because i need to purge myself:

i wish we could see a more morally complex world, them being pirates and all. not saying it isn't, but narratively it seems we're too limited to Stede's sanitized (dare i say, romantic) version of piracy: one where you can afford not to kill others—need not cast away parts of yourself—in order to survive, where your reputation isn't relevant because you don't need to board vessels for loot. protagonist-centered morality isn’t necessarily bad, but it'd be nice if s2 could change that a bit, what with Stede finally getting the "it's not about you" treatment. and please more female characters 🙏🏻

Oluwande, my beloved, i wish i was this cool. i just, i'm in awe at his common sense, his cuteness, his empathy! taking no shit from anyone! ahhhhh

congrats to Jim for having actually intelligible Spanish, for once, in an English-speaking production. i'm a native speaker (greeting from Argentina!), but my gods, why productions usually make it so hard to understand the designated Spanish-speaking character? (i know, expose yourself to other dialects outside your own, but like, sound mix teams do your job i beg you)

no thoughts, just... Frenchie 💖

didn't care at first for Lucius (might've been the sideburns i'll admit ajslkjk), but having the emotional braincell in this ship made me really like him

neither did i care for Stede, but like ✨ character development ✨ and gods he's great. love him. hopefully, the narrative will continue to push the whole 'be a little less self-centred my guy' thing. also i'd like for him to interact more with people who aren't Ed (and Ed with people who aren’t Stede). look i love their scenes together, but it'd be nice to see them outside the romance angle y'know?

Ed, honey, love you but please grow a beard again. it looks so good! anyway, been reading meta/headcanons on his Ambiguous Disorder™ and who he "really" is, but i think the outfit invites a comparison to... Road Warrior. in a world of nightmarish seas roads where "only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage, would survive" and pirates gangs "took over the highways ready to wage war for a tank of juice", ordinary men like Max (a cop scared that he was beginning to enjoy the rat circus, only a badge saying he's a good guy) are "battered and smashed". despite taking his revenge, Max is the shell of a burn-out, desolate man, haunted by the demons of his past, who wandered out to a blighted place and learned to live again. (and that's like the intro only.) anyway, he lives in the wasteland, helping out only when it suits him, uninterested in companionship or a chance to rebuild his life. ("come with us." / "what are you looking for out there? [...] there is a better way!" → "i never get involved") yet there is kindness: even when he's lost everything, he can still reclaim his humanity. so where am i going with this? no idea. maybe it's about Ed being a legend, about struggling with trauma but surviving no matter what, about choosing solitude, about enjoying the violence, about atonement. that he needs to acknowledge forging himself in fire and blood, instead of handwaving it. (...also the outfit is mmgh 🤤)

how could i not sympathize with Izzy when he's out there living a Greek tragedy, victim of his own hubris, destined to fail and realize all too late he's only got himself to blame. that he's superfluous, unneeded in any way or form... least of all by Ed. ("i need you here"? where was that sentiment after the duel?) because they're not even friends, if Ed's to be believed. at "stages of fucking each other over" and all that. could there be more to their 'dysfunctional love' than the Intricate Rituals™? if so, the self-sabotage is all on him, isn't it? and no matter how 'deeply in love' Izzy is, he'll have to admit defeat to the man who's bested him in every single way that matters, who loathed him—and rightly so everyone would tell him—at first sight. (if he even lives until that point. alternatively, he'll have to fuck off for good so everyone can live happily ever after.) to admit that whatever he and Ed have matters so little that being maimed while he's completely vulnerable is acceptable. so, yeah, kinda tragic. i'd love a redemption arc for Izzy. like if the repressed white dude with far more privilege, who is consistently bad at not really seeing beyond his own needs unless someone calls him out, can change for the better, why can't Izzy? (something something palatable forms of trauma, something something Die For Our Ship at play, something something Steddyhands please askjlskj)

all three of them (Stede, Ed, and Izzy) i love precisely because they're flawed so i just can't understand the necessity of certain fans to reduce three-dimensional characters to 'never did anything wrong' while demonizing the other, instead of accepting it takes two to tango, as they say

[sif-the-tsunami]

i'm a slut for sy oh my god gimme any smutty goodness you can think of! 😍🤤

How about how Sy met Josie that turns into smut?

Warnings: its porn, p in vagee and unprotected

As I look over at this sleeping beauty, eyes fluttering as she dreamed whatever perfect dreams her mind could create. How could I have gotten so lucky? I close my eyes again and try to drift back to sleep.

My expectations had been painfully low for this evening's entertainment. One of my battle buddies had decided that the best way to get over his broken heart was to get under someone else. However, the fort we are stationed at didn't have the greatest selection of locals to get distracted with. It was three hours from the nearest metropolitan area, mostly the young bucks fresh out from school would just troll the sorry excuse that they have for a mall or go to the only bar the base hadn't been banned from. The women here knew it was the only one the G.I.s could go to. And most them were looking for their next ex-husbands.

Terrible rock music played over the speakers leaving it almost impossible to talk to most of the girls there anyways. I just wasn't feeling it. I excused myself to go on the back patio to escape the smell of desperation that seemed to come from young men, chomping at the bit to get some attention from the patronesses. It had to be as hot and muggy outside as it was in the bar. The summer was in full swing at that point in the southwest. I could hear the beginnings of the thunderstorm that would break the pressure in the air rumbling in the distance. Then the deep and sensuous beat of a new song started when I saw a face that I had never seen before.

She was beautiful, a goddess on this mortal plain with long dark hair. She was leaning against the bar outside, wearing jeans that sat so low you could see the top of her hip bones and a black tank top that hugged her body just right. She was drinking from a bottle of water, her skin glowed, dewy from the humidity. I was absolutely drawn to her. But, I had to remind myself however that beautiful women in small towns are usually spoken for.

I decided that I needed to talk to her anyways. I put all the effort to sound as southern as I could, it usually helped a little when I didn’t want to return home alone again.

“Evenin’ Miss. How are you doing tonight.”

“Holy crap, you’re a big dude. I’m alright, how are you doing?” She replied looking up to me with an accent similar to mine.

“Not going to lie, bored as shit. My buddy over there wants to drink away his heartache. You seem vastly more interesting to be around. What are you drinking, I’ll buy your next round.”

“I’m my friend’s DD tonight, so I’ll just take a bottle of water. Thank you, what’s your name?”

“James. What’s yours?”

“Josephine.” She smiled and we chatted for a few minutes. She graciously accepted the water bottle and she told me that she was just here visiting for a few days to see her friend who was helping a family member go through some sort of big life change. Might have been a divorce, their friend might have had a mental breakdown, the bar had gotten loud when she said.

A few of the grunts that had come with me to the bar joined me outside on the patio. They were given the recently broken hearted man a hard time about not finding anyone who was interested in easing his pain. A burly man who was slightly younger than me making crude jokes. The dark haired woman seemed look them over, found them wanting, thanked me for the water and turned away.

I muttered some profanities under my breath. These knuckleheads drove the gorgeous woman from her perch. I gave a deep sigh and tried to make the vision of the woman go away. A while later, as the thunder moved closer to the dive bar, I found myself bored with the company I had been keeping while drinking PBRs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her again.

Josephine was playing pool with one of her friends in the corner of the bar. She pressed the bottle, dripping with condensation, against her neck and rubbed it against herself to help her cool off. Laughing and joking with her companion. She pulled her hair back into a messy bun. I felt like a creep watching her in the reflection of the mirror, but her joy was contagious.

"Pretty girls like her don't fuck around with the likes of us." I said to myself. A younger man, barely twenty-one came up to her and started making moves. He looked... greasy... for lack of a better word. The dark haired woman looked like she was about to end the grease-ball of a guy. I admired the woman as she tried to send him on his way as diplomatically as possible. Over the course of next half an hour, or at least it felt like it, he kept finding reasons to bother her.

“Look, I’m just here to play pool with my friend. Thank you for offering to buy me a drink, but I’m well hydrated as it is.” She said, probably in a tone much nicer than he deserved. Something about the interaction and how the greasy man talked to her made me feel uneasy.

Out of nowhere, the dark haired woman came up to me where I was sitting. “Oh thank god you are still here. You are the least weird of the weirdos at this bar. I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for a couple minutes so this creep leaves me alone. Please, I will buy your next beer.”

“Yeah, I can help. What do you need me to do?”

“Just let me hang all over you until he gets the message.”

“Oh no, that sounds really rough to let a beautiful lady touch me.” I said really deadpan to her, making her smirk. I suddenly wanted to do whatever I could to make her smile. She started rubbing my shoulders. She leaned in a little, and I scanned the room for the greasy man. The two of us acted really cute together. “Where did you friend go?”

“Her boyfriend got off work early and took her home. I just wasn’t quite ready to go back to my hotel. I’m starting to think that was a mistake to not leave while I had a chance. I’m worried he will follow me back.”

“Well, I promise you that I won’t follow you back to your hotel. If you want, we can get out of here to make you more comfortable.”

“And where would you suggest we go?”

“Y’all like waffles?”

Two hours, a thunderstorm, a trip to Waffle House and Walmart for a pair of swim trunks, I found myself sitting in the hotel hot tub with Josephine on my lap. She sat me down so she could relax with her using me to block the lights. I’ve been used for worse things, and again, I’m not going to complain about hanging out with a pretty girl. I don’t know what I expected, but she’s hilarious, smart and so sassy. I’ve never met anyone who could keep me on my toes like she has so far. I need to keep this woman in my life.

“So, how long will you be in town?” I ask her.

“Just until Tuesday. So don’t get too attached.”

“Me? No, never. I’m the king of not getting attached. I don’t even remember your name.”

“Oh good, so Lieutenant, what would you like to have happen tonight? I feel like we are mostly on the same page, we both just want to have a good time.”

“If it was up to me, and you were willing, we would go back to your room, take a quick shower to get the chlorine off of us, and maybe I could show you my favorite past time.”

“What’s your favorite past time?”

“Having gorgeous women sit on my face.”

I could see the heat creep into her cheeks, and I then suddenly leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were sweeter than I could have hoped for. She was everything I wanted in a partner. With every second of her lips on my skin, I become painfully hard. When she finally suggests that we go back to her hotel room I had to tell her we would need to take a couple moments before I would comfortably get out of the hot tub.

“Oh come on, it can’t be that noticeable?” She giggled.  I raise an eyebrow and tell her to grab a handful. The look in her eyes was utterly feral. The kiss she gave me was hungry. Damn.

We made it to the elevator before she started pawing at me again. I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist, one hand firmly on her ass, one buried in her hair keeping her close to me. This succubus was going to suck the life out of me through my mouth if I let her. Once we got to the floor, I walked out of the elevator still holding her. She pulls the key out of her swimsuit top and unlocked the door.

“Shower time?” She says with lust dripping from her voice.

“Shower time.” I agree. She unties her bikini, showing me the sexy tan lines that she had under them. She clearly had a less modest one she was used to tanning in. Josephine bit her lip and smirked a little when my swim trunks came off. We used the shower to become familiar with the others body. I couldn’t take my hands off of her. I asked her if I could reach between her legs and she nodded. I started rubbing and teasing her. She rests her head on my arm and begins moaning. I can feel her heat and pleasure, she pulsates on my fingers. I can’t wait to be inside of her.

We get cleaned as we can, and give each other a three second dry off. Her wet hair sticks to her body like the wild roots of a tree. My little wild sex goddess. I have never felt this wanting building inside of myself like this before.

I throw her on the bed and kneel between her legs. I started kissing her from the inside of her knees and then went up her legs. She moaned and writhed under my touch. She had a little patch of dark hair on her pubic mound that was so sexy. I kissed and nibbled at her core, causing her to buck against my face and she tried to close her legs around my head.

“Nuh-uh, keep these open for me, baby girl.” I tell her, trying to get her legs to relax. I stick two fingers inside and gently tease her. I love watching her become more and more excited, soaking my hand. I start to kiss and suck on her sensitive nub. The noise that she makes is unearthly as she comes on my fingers the first time. A keep sucking and licking on her until I watch her fall apart again. Fuck, she is so hot. I am a lucky mother fucker.

“Please...” She gasps. “Please, I want you inside of me. Please... don’t make me wait.”

“Your wish is my command, Princess.”

I get on top of her and look into those beautiful eyes as I slip myself inside of her. She gasps and moans as I slide in. I have to close my eyes for a second to not lose hold of myself. I start slow. Painfully slow, but I know that if I don’t give her some time to adjust I would hurt her. I never want to hurt her.

She starts to move her hips against mine and then I know I can start picking up the pace. As it is, I let her set the rhythm. Her heat, her lust, and her body drew me in further. I have no idea if it was five minutes or five hours, I was so wrapped up in her. She reaches between her legs and starts rubbing herself while I thrust. For a moment, I feel like I only exist for her pleasure.

“Don’t stop, James, please don’t stop. I’m going to cum.” She’s panting and digging the nails on her other hand into my shoulder. I keep rutting into her, pulling her closer. When she falls, she howl like a wild woman. I stop myself just long enough to let her catch her breath.

“Are you close?” She asks me breathlessly.

“No, baby. Not really. I will stop if you need me to though.”

“Oh god no, thank fuck. I don’t want you to stop. How do you want me?”

“However feels best for you, darlin’. You feel fucking amazing.” I say catching my own breath. Our skin feels sticky with sweat. I don’t want to pull myself away from her yet but I think I want to take her from behind. I have her roll over, face down and ass up. I spread her legs again, and look at the gorgeous display before me. All I want to do is lick the honey dripping out of her hive, so I lean forward and run my tongue along her lips. Her swollen sex glistens with her our mixed desires. She rocks her hips back against me.

I stand back up, and rub the tip of myself against her. Up and down, teasing her. She wiggles her hips against me, looking over her shoulder, begging me to plunge back in. I firmly gripped her hips then pull her back as I sink inside of her. She moan decadently. I slowly and deliberately grind against her, watching as her eyes roll back in her head.

“Where do you want me to cum, baby girl?”

“I’m on the pill, where ever you want,” She moans and gyrates her hips. With her blessing, I start pumping harder. She arches her back again and lets out a sexy, throaty groan. She then tells me in an assertive tone, coaching me towards my own orgasm. “Yes, harder, just like that. Yes, fuck me, Lieutenant. Oh god, like that.”

I push myself in her harder, more urgently than before, feeling myself succumb to her siren call. I close my eyes and yell out her name as I pour my lust inside of her. I lean forward, enveloping her under my body, letting loose deep in her sex. I need to take a moment to collect myself, I keep seeing stars as I come down from my post sex high. I leave a trail of kisses all over her shoulders then remove myself from her. Her sexy pussy is dripping a mixture of our both of our orgasms. I give her ass a light smack and she teases me with a “mmm harder, Daddy.”

“Well baby, Daddy is spent for now. Give me like… I don’t know... I need a nap… fuck, Josie. Your pussy is fucking magical.” I chuckle, “You are fucking magical.”

“Thank you, you aren’t too bad yourself. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had more than one orgasm with a one night stand.”

“One night stand?” I ask. “I mean, you don’t leave until Tuesday. Why don’t you let me take care of that sweet pussy of yours while you are here. I still want you to just sit on my face and just let me treat you right.”

“Syverson, I don’t want you to get too attached. I don’t plan on coming back to this little shit hole town. Don’t you go falling in love with me.” She says with a serious tone.

“You don’t got to worry about me sugar.” Well, fuck. “I am just trying to be a good host for you. I am absolutely exhausted. Lets take a little nap. I promise I’ll make it worth it to keep me around.”

“Okay, James, just tonight though. I don’t want or need a boyfriend right now.” She snuggled up in the crook of my arm and laid her head on my chest. We talk about our favorite foods, movies and books. We discuss her dreams and what she wants out of life as her eyes grow heavy. I watch her as she drifts off. I think I might have fallen in love with her without wanting to.

I will absolutely put a damn ring on this woman’s finger.

[avidvampirehunter]

I have a crush on my fiancé and all dumbo rats

My favorite candy is Toblerone

My (current) favorite love song is Right Next to Me by Jordan Felíz

I've actually never had my first kiss! Saving it for my wedding day. 😊

See answer 4

Cis pale ginger female 🤚🏻

Love letters WITH POEMS IN THEM

Omg fave fanfic is anything with a supernatural bodyguard vibe and MAJOR slow burn energy. Yes please 🙏🙏

I have been in love three time. First two were toxic af and unrequited, but this one is reciprocated and praise God for it!

Red velvet milkshake with extra cakey bits 🤤

I love brunch and breakfast dates with my man. We play cards over coffee and pancakes. (he gets French toast)

I'm a sucker for tulips, especially yellow or multi-colored ones. That or the poofy pom pom looking ones with the tiny white and pink blooms on them. (close third is sakura petals)

I like the perfume that smells like nothing found in nature that our grandmas would probably wear (✨I know I will✨)

I love candles that smell like fresh laundry but if they made one that smelled like books I would be here for it 📚

Ideal first date is the one my man took me on. Cute little coffee house where we talk about our past and deep philosophical, political, and religious beliefs-and other deep stuff

Favorite love story was Reylo but now it's mine 💓

Depends on the person. On woman I love dresses with cardigans on top. On men I like hoodies and jeans.

RED VELVET OMG I DIDN'T KNOW THIS WAS HERE BEFORE ANSWERING MY FAVE SHAKE WOAH

Snow is evil where I live, and rain ruins my hair, so sun.

Sweetest romantic memory is a tie between my fiancé proposing or driving him early in the morning to the airport about a month before we said I love you (even though we both knew we did)

Amnesia - Ukyo is best boy

No fictional crushes but I really miss Ben Solo

Dream wedding is at my church with my family and a picture of us kissing for the first time so I can keep it 🥺

I'm a ginger so anything can make me blush, but mostly? Tripping on air.

No. Lust at first sight, sure, or a desire to possess, but romantic love is deeper and requires a knowing of a person. I DO believe in agape love, which is to love all people as Christ calls us to do.

Soulmates? Kinda. I believe that we all have a plan for our lives, and sometimes sexual love will feel like a soulmate when really it's just a... mate? Scripture suggests there is no marriage in heaven, so I'm hesitant to think I would have a soul created for another human when it was created for the Lord...

Bomber jackets can be baggier but denim is cuter over dresses so denim!

♋

Legally single but engaged to be married

I prefer to charm. Not in a romantic way, but I enjoy making people feel good

🎸

I'm not a huge fan of Rom-Coms but 13 Going in 30 is a classic. Sort of creepy when you think about how old she is and what she's doing with grown ups tho... I like to make fun of it now and then for that.

I have a track record of falling in love easily, yes

Decorations get too much flack and I say let people be festive whenever they want to! Scripture says that the Lord wants us to live and live abundantly!

I have already been proposed to and I loved it 😍

Cloud gazing because light pollution is strong where I live. Unless we could go out to the desert or something, then I would want to see stars!

I enjoy dancing alone or with other people, but not on my own when people are watching

OTP = REYLO

Kitties! 🐈😽🐱

All three please ☕ (Coffee)

I don't drink soda on its own but I will drink Cherry Dr. Pepper with vanilla ice cream like a root beer float

Lying dramatically over a sofa is more fun and I can do it in furniture stores, so

Who's ABBA?

Marry my fiancé, f* my husband, and kill spiders

Fuzzy pants and tank tops are my go to pajamas, but in winter an oversized sweater and maybe shorts

I'm a tequila fan! I like margaritas and the sour flavored drinks

Yes. I think about how much I love my family and my man. I think about how I need to love more people. I think about how Jesus loves me. I think about what makes a good romance and wish there was more of it, in fiction and in the world...

A walk in the park would be wonderful ☺️

Hand kisses are so sensual, especially with eye contact 🥵 yummy

My dream house has a living room with natural light and a rec room downstairs with a big couch for watching movies and playing games. There's a stone fireplace and room to put your shoes, and it never floods, and the carpet is clean and soft, and when you walk in it smells like coffee and fresh linens, where I can be a mom my kids can come to, and a wife my husband can relax with, and a homemaker who runs her house in a manner pleasing to the Lord 😌

Thank you for reading! I tag @dyaddu !

valentine’s day asks!

do you have a crush on anyone?

what’s your favorite candy?

favorite love song?

what was your first kiss like?

what was your last kiss like?

sexual/romantic orientation?

do you prefer poems or love letters?

favorite fanfic trope?

have you ever been in love?

favorite milkshake flavor?

dinner dates or brunch dates?

favorite flowers?

favorite perfume/cologne?

favorite candle scent?

what’s your ideal first date?

favorite love story?

what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear?

chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet?

snow, rain, or sun?

sweetest romantic memory?

favorite dating sim (and favorite character)?

fictional crushes?

what’s your dream wedding like?

what makes you blush?

do you believe in love at first sight?

do you believe in soulmates?

denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets?

what’s your sign?

are you single?

do you prefer to charm, or be charmed?

guitar or piano?

favorite romcom (or any romantic movie)?

do you fall in love easily?

valentine’s decorations: yay or nay?

would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal?

cloud gazing or star gazing?

do you like to dance?

what’s your OTP?

kittens or puppies?

coffee, hot chocolate, or tea?

favorite soda?

do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa?

favorite ABBA song?

fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice)

favorite pajamas?

favorite liquor?

do you think about love a lot?

a walk in the park or a walk on the beach?

hand kisses or nose kisses?

what’s your dreamhouse?

[lovesongforthedeadche]

I love when Midwestern tinder men are like “sundress season 🤤” bc I’m sure if u asked them what they mean by a sundress they’ll show u a pic of Kylie Jenner wearing a black bodycon tank midi dress

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

This doesn’t help my “men look hotter in a tank top” kink at all pt.2 🥰💦🤤