#and as always I went with “fake it till you make it” and “fuck it we ball”

[konfuse]

Crocheted D20

So, I had this really cute and colourful yarn but the pattern I wanted to use it for (it was shown on the package) did not exist. So I wondered what to do and I promised a friend a D20 for her cats so... here we go. It is more round than anything and I used a german tutorial for the triangles. The tutoral was great I'm just bad following it. All triangles looked very different... but I hope the cats will like it anyway. Inside is a the inside of surprise egg with a (kinda) ugly D20 (diceception).

Some WIP photos:

[hongjoongscafe]

Peach.

One-Shot.

Pairing: professor!jungkookxcamgirl!reader.

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, forbidden au, uni au.

Summary: where his lust and admiration fell for a camgirl.

Word count: 15.4k+

Warnings: age gap (oc: 21, JK: 30), masturbation… lots of masturbation, sort of online bullying(?), kind of public masturbation, toys, name-calling, sir/daddy, pussy eating, fingering, unprotected sex (Namjoon will bonk your head if you don't use a contraceptive), spanking, spitting kink, cum eating, choking, overstimulation, a little bit of degradation, pussy spanking. (and that anime-ish picture has nothing to do with the fiction. Imagine the characters however you want!)

Masterpost

“Oh fuck!” Jungkook's voice trembled as he palmed himself through his sweatpants. The thin shining layer of sweat made his face look sexier. His teeth were gritting and his eyes could barely focus on anything but the screen.

He had sworn to make himself wait until he could not wait anymore. He wanted to tease himself until he felt like bursting through his high. He wanted the pain of pleasure to run through his muscles and explode when it was too much to fill his body.

His ears were red from arousal and his veins were popping from lust.

He waited for a whole day to end just to tune into his favourite girl's livestream and tease himself as long as she teased herself.

Through his screen, he admired how her legs were wide open with a camera between them showing her gushing core. The livestream only started about five minutes ago. And he was already so ready to burst in his pants.

He was packing (giddily) to go back home after his day was over at the university to watch her, he was smiling widely. However, his smile dropped when he saw Mr Jameson (the director of the university) standing on the threshold of his office room.

“Mr Jeon, kindly visit conference hall 2 for a staff meeting in ten minutes.”

His lips frowned but nodded and sighed thinking that he probably wouldn't be able to make home soon enough to watch his MissPeach.

The meeting went longer as expected. It was nothing but about exchange students. Jungkook had ten exchange students in total and about three in each lecture he was assigned.

He made it home just in time. While he was juggling the key in the keyhole, he opened the stream and it was on its final countdown till the stream started. He sighed with relief and finally went inside and jumped on his bed, not bothering to turn on his lights. The burnt yellow guiding lights in the hallway and in his room were enough for him which turned on automatically when the sun kissed the ocean through his window and the night began to fall.

“Today, I thought I must not make you all wait,” Miss Peach's soft voice finally speaks. “So I’m going to skip teasing and just jump right into it,” she giggled when the chat went crazy with thank yous and asking for more or some who loved to get teased were upset but so ready to see.

Jungkook’s cock twitched after hearing her seductive yet innocent voice. She never showed her face but he knew she was smiling.

“I’m tired today, so I will use my sex machine instead. I hope it is alright,” she hummed.

Jungkook quickly tapped his screen with a frown of worry.

Bigdaddyj: Baby, it's alright. Relax and just let go, yeah? Don't worry<3 If someone has any problem, Daddy will handle —$200

The ping on Peach's side made her look at the chat. “Thank you, Daddy,” she chuckled. “You are always so generous.”

Jungkook could see her pussy throbbing as she said daddy. He bit his lip and saw a fake cock attached to a machine. Peach rubbed the lube all over it and aligned it with her pussy. She started it at a slow speed.

“Oh,” she gasped as it slowly started to push in. “This feels so good.”

He whimpered imagining his cock pushing into her pussy. Lowered his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock and squeezed the head, trying to feel how it would feel if he were that fake cock. His cock would look prettier and feel better than that thing. But at the same time, he wanted to suck that toy and lick all of her sweet juices, too.

“You fill me up so good,” she rasped. “Please fuck me,” Peach panted as she raised the power and the thrusts got faster and wetter.

“Fuck,” he couldn't control and gave in. His fist picked up the pace of the toy and looked at her pretty pussy swallowing the toy. Her sweet moans and whimpers only fueled his desire.

Not much later, he came all over himself, ruining his white shirt and black pants. But it was worth it.

“That was quick,” she giggled as she panted. Her pussy was red and swollen just how he loved it. “I hope you all came as well… tomorrow I was wondering if we could do qna type of thing? Not the usual stream but just something. I kinda wanna talk. I don't get to do that enough so…”

Jungkook was quick to reply.

Bigdaddyj: aw Peaches I would love to talk to you, baby girl. It will be fun. ^^ –$300

Reading the chat he sent, she hummed cosily. “You think so, daddy? I'm glad. I'll be seeing you all tomorrow then.”

With that, the stream ended and Jungkook slumped against the headrest.

Jungkook used to share a staff flat on campus with two other professors. It was going fine until he found MissPeach. Watching her was becoming a huge task with the other two men in that small flat. It was always obvious whenever he would jerk off.

On many occasions, his roommates would catch him after looking at his flushed face after one of his “sessions”. They said that his face could never hide the fact that he just jerked.

He started to wear makeup but it was frustrating and ended up moving out and eventually purchasing his own apartment off campus. It was rather convenient.

His obsession, however, grew ridiculously embarrassing. And having his own apartment helped him live it. Whenever MissPeach would go live, he would watch without caring about someone disturbing or making fun of him.

Sometimes he felt utterly embarrassed whenever he sat in front of his gigantic TV in his living room with a football game, his one hand holding his mobile with MissPeach's livestream on it and the other hand wrapped around his aching cock. He couldn't miss either.

It all worked out for him.

…

The next morning, Jungkook walked into his lecture hall dressed in a black shirt and black pants, his feet clad in the infamous black boots that made him look professional at the same time a character out of a dark romance book.

“Good morning, class. I hope you all had a long night. I have a job for you all,” he cleared his throat. “I'll be handing you guys a worksheet. You have this whole lecture which is sixty minutes. Take help from your sources and complete it. It's been one month and four more to go. So I want you all to revise what we did this month. I think there is no better way than this. What do we say? Do we agree?” he asked with his bubbly smile that he knew no one could resist.

The students agreed. Soon enough, everyone had two sets of five-page-long worksheets on their desks. In this specific batch, he taught biology. But he had chemistry as well.

You loved biology. And even more now because Jungkook was your professor. You were an exchange student and joined this semester.

On your first day, when he walked into the class, you were positive that he was one of the students but when he stood behind the teacher's desk and started his lecture, your jaw was barely holding up. He looked ripped and broad. The buttons on his shirt were fighting against the monstrosity of his chest. You swore you saw his nipples poke through his shirt at some point.

Even now, when you are sitting in your seat you can't help but look up and steal some glances towards him. He was sitting on his chair, reading something on his laptop with his glasses perched up.

You felt your pussy tingling. Since the first day, you have been masturbating to him. But your pussy just wanted his finger, mouth, and cock.

He never noticed you. You preferred to stay at the corner at the back and just exist. Socializing was not your forte. You had one too many insecurities to even say hi to someone. Even when some of the girls approached you for you to join them around, you always politely declined.

And the rest were not as nice. The thing was that you were a scholarship student at a private university. You barely afford to live. And the others barely kept money in their banks but still had too much money. They were everything you could never be and sometimes they took it as an advantage.

So you preferred to stay away and not get involved with anyone.

You were focusing on your worksheet when Jungkook’s chair screeched against the floor, looking up, you saw him slowly walking around and inspecting if someone needed help. So far, it was not bad. He had taught everything perfectly.

You focused back on your work. You could hear his footsteps. Here and there, the girls asked him some silly questions. You wanted to ask, too. But your confidence was a bit above -200.

So no, you weren't going to ask.

Soon enough, the musky scent invaded your senses as Jungkook was closer to you. He stood by you and looked at your work. You hid your hands under the desk to hide the trembling. It was the first time that you saw him up close. He never took a round, most probably because it was never needed. On the other hand, there weren't any emergencies or something that would make you knock on his office door.

Your eyes met with his as he asked “Miss Park, do you need any help?”

You shook your head, not trusting your voice.

“As expected,” he smiled. He fucking smiled at you. You bit back a silly smile, cleared your throat and looked down.

He moved along and you finally took a breath. He is rather enchanting and you just couldn't rebel.

How could you? That big Professor was a god himself.

“After you are done, you can hand your sheets to me and leave,” he said and took his seat.

You had completed the worksheet about twenty minutes earlier but there was no way you were going to get up and attract any attention. So you started to go through Chemistry.

Chemistry was not your best subject but it meant another hour in Jungkook’s class.

Your concentration enveloped you and made you lose the passage of time. You slightly flinched as Jungkook called your name.

“Miss Park, it has been ten minutes since the lecture got over. You can take the worksheet home if you want and submit it tomorrow if you are finding it hard. Or I can help if you want,” Jungkook offered.

You looked around the empty class and back at your professor. “Ah,” you nervously chuckled and started collecting your stuff. “It is all done,” you said in a small voice and finally gathered everything.

You walked towards him and handed him the sheets. Awkwardly, you bowed and stepped away. However, Jungkook stopped you.

“Miss Park, please write your name and ID number over here, please,” he smiled… again.

You could feel your ears heating up with embarrassment. “Sorry,” you whispered.

“It’s alright!” as you were writing your name and ID number on your sheets, Jungkook took notice of your hands. They looked familiar. Way too familiar.

The images of his MissPeach flashed in front of his eyes. That glistening, pink pussy. His cock twitched in his pants. He shook his head to get the images out. “There are many similar hands, JK!” He scolded himself.

“How are you keeping up, here?” Jungkook asked to distract himself.

You slid the now-named sheets back to him. “Um, it's nice here.”

Jungkook’s eyes twitched at the familiarity of your voice as well. “That’s good. If you ever have any problem, you can come to me. We have two classes so feel free to reach out. You are already so far away from your home so don’t hesitate to ask for help.”

You looked him in the eyes and smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind.” with that, you finally left with a racing heart and wet panties.

Jungkook looked at the closed door. “Ah, I should stop watching her. She is messing up my brain. Y/n can't be her. She is too innocent for that… right?”

But who was he kidding, he was obsessed with MissPeach.

You felt embarrassed when you walked out. His mere smile and thick voice made your pussy clench around nothing and your panties wet. You could feel the wetness on your thighs.

He had an effect on you more than your body could handle without making you feel like his whore.

But you knew he would never look at you the way you wanted him to. To begin with, you were his student and if there was any chance that he would get involved with one, that certainly wouldn't be you.

There were many painfully beautiful girls around you who had maintained themselves like Queens. They had proper skin care, a pretty makeup routine before they came to university and a relaxing night routine. Whereas you, you splashed your face with water and soap and slapped basic cheap face cream on your face.

Most of your money from your “job” was sent to your parents and for your apartment rent. And not to mention, that where you came for an exchange programme, even farting costs money.

Sighing, you walked through the crowd of students and looked around. Everyone was busy with their stuff. In the canteen, groups of friends were sitting and enjoying the food. You brought your own meal but today you were running late and packed nothing. So you walked towards the cheapest of the options, a vending machine.

You bought some rice balls and a can of Sprite. Quickly, you left the canteen and sat on the empty staircase which rarely anyone visited which led to the abandoned old green room.

It didn't take time for you to finish your food. The thought of your hot, ripped professor was still fogging up your mind and probably the sane side of your brain, too. And the more it did, the more your panties became wet.

The image of his beautiful long fingers teased you. You wondered how his tattooed fingers would look while playing with your pussy. Oh, you just wanted just that.

His lip ring was the end of you. You wanted to sit on his face and feel the piercing over your pussy. You always paid attention to when he played with his lip ring with his tongue and just wanted to know how it would feel teasing your clit.

You couldn't take it anymore so you opened the secret pocket of your bad and took out a tiny bullet vibrator that you carried after realizing that Mr Jeon was a sexy man that you just wanted fuck.

Looking around the empty staircase and hallway above, you opened the button of your pants and slipped your hand inside your panties. You positioned the toy over your clit and buttoned up your pants back on.

From your mobile, you turned it on. The low vibrations of the toy shivered you up. You closed your eyes and rested your head against the railing, slowly turning up the power.

It was a perfect gift from one of your viewers who watched almost every stream, Bigdaddyj. You loved this toy the most. It didn't make any noises and was easy to carry around in your bag… or inside your panties.

Soon the vibrations got stronger, leaving your mouth wide open. Your hips thrust in the air and your legs trembled.

A strangled moan forced out so you slapped your hand over your mouth to make no noises. You imagined Jungkook between your legs fingering your hole and sucking on your clit. Thinking of him humming and moaning on your pussy sent you to the edge.

Not so long after, your body seized up and climaxed.

You whimpered at the sensitivity and turned off the toy. It was hard to bring your breath to normal but you somehow managed and stood up yet again questioning your existence.

…

“So I see many of you tuned into this live… I was not expecting this,” you giggled looking at the viewer bar. There were about one thousand viewers. They could only see your boobs clad in a black satin tank top. “Shall we start with the QnA?”

Jungkook was lounging on his sofa with a glass of whiskey. He looked at MissPeach’s boobs. He just wanted to squeeze them and pamper them with kisses and just… keep on worshipping her.

Bigdaddyj: You look fabulous, pretty. How was your day?

You looked at the chat, it wasn't as crazy as when you bare your boobs and pussy. Your heart fluttered when you saw the name of your regular who insisted you call him daddy. “Thank you, Daddy! I'm fine, just a bit tired. It was a long day,” you hummed.

Bigdaddyj: Aw, baby. You should rest. Drink something warm and sleep.”

You smiled at his chat. Playing with the top of your tank top, you replied, “I will. But I have some other things to do and study for a bit.”

Jungkook watched MissPeach play with the top. He couldn't help but pay close attention to the hands. They were similar, he was sure of that. However, he shook his head and paid attention to MissPeach’s chat.

Cummingdick: show face

Natehell: Do you meet in private?

She answered that question, “No, I don't meet in private.”

Then Jungkook asked the question that had been bugging him all-day.

Bigdaddyj: Baby, yesterday you said that you don't get to talk a lot. What is that? Do your friends don't listen to you?

You looked at the question. Your smile faded, lucky you never showed your face. What were you supposed to answer? But it was Daddy who asked it so you had to answer.

“Well, I'm not a very social person. Plus I moved to a different country recently. So I don't have friends here. I prefer staying by myself anyway. It works for me!” you tried to be enthusiastic.

Patrick: show tits, bitch

Fuckboi2000: it's always the quiet ones who whore around

Lovethatpus: I thought you had fucked the whole campus

Jungkook didn't feel good. He heard that strained voice and could tell it was deeper than that. He felt rage reading mindless chat, on top of that. He always saw that innocence in her. Even though she was a camgirl, her demeanour reflected the innocence that he wanted to protect.

Bigdaddyj: it's alright, baby. Try to get along slowly. I'm sure you will make a good friend. Don't be alone, my darling.

The chat from Bigdaddyj brought a smile to your face. Where everyone was requesting you to remove your top and spread your legs, he was making sure you felt heard.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Daddy.”

The chat progressively got disappointing and soon turned into a mess. The viewers dropped down when you didn't remove any clothes.

There weren't many questions, in fact, nobody asked a proper question except Bigdaddyj.

Cummingdick: this sucks

Fuckboi2000: Man, you wasted my time, you fucking stupid cunt.

Ridemycock: never turn up if you not gonna show that pussy

Hideme: You're not as interesting as your pussy

Lovethatpus: No wonder why you don't have friends, bitch. Other than your pussy and tits, you are fucking boring

Boobieman: I would just use you and throw you. Boring ass bitch

You sighed. Maybe you shouldn't have done this. What did you even expect? Talking on a porn website? You shook your head and just looked at the chat, not answering any questions.

Soon, there was only one viewer left. And you were certain who he was.

“Daddy?” you called in a low, soft voice.

Jungkook's eyes widened when MissPeach called him. He wasn't expecting her to know that he was still tuned in. Half of him was burning with rage because of those stupid assholes who had to degrade you instead of going somewhere else.

He quickly typed.

Bigdaddyj: yes, baby?

“Do you wanna know a secret?” she hummed.

Bigdaddyj: yes, of course, baby. What is it?

You didn't say something for a few seconds and then stood up. Taking a tissue next to you, you poured some micellar water on it. “Look here, okay?” you said and took a deep breath.

Jungkook typed a yes and looked where she had lowered her pyjama shorts, brought the tissue and pressed for a few. It was above her hip bone on the left side.

Slowly, the tissue swapped and showed a tiny coloured tattoo. It was a cute little pastel pink peach.

Jungkook's mouth parted and looked at the tattoo. He felt his cock twitch in his sweats.

“I got this when I turned nineteen. But I always hid it. It's tiny but I always feel like not wanting to show this to anyone. But I only put on concealer whenever I come live or when I wear cropped tops or something like that,” MissPeach said.

Again, Jungkook’s fingers tapped across the keyboard.

Bigdaddyj: That has to be the most adorable tattoo I've ever seen, baby. I wanna kiss it.

A soft giggle left her. “You can kiss it, Daddy.”

Jungkook smiled.

Bigdaddyj: Tell me, pretty. What other secrets are you hiding?

She sat down again. Her delicate fingers tapped the tabletop. “There are some secrets that I have that no one knows. Will you keep them as secrets if I tell you them?”

Jungkook didn't need to think at all.

Bigdaddyj: Of course, baby. I'll keep them for you.

At this point, Jungkook just wanted her to talk about things that she couldn't talk about or didn't have a friend to talk to. He loved this. Just talking and existing at the same time.

He knew he was fucked. How could he get attached to a faceless person like this?

“I used one of your toys today…” she rubbed the back of her neck. “At university at lunchtime.”

Jungkook’s cock hardened right away. She used his toy at her university.

“And you know what's worse? I've been taking it every day with me and using it often at the university. I keep it in my secret pocket in the bag. I always feel dirty using it,” she confessed.

“Fuck,” Jungkook cursed.

Bigdaddyj: You always feel that horny, baby? What do you think about when you use it?

She paused for a moment, “will you be angry if I tell you the truth?”

He frowned. “So not me,” he mumbled. “Why would she? She has never seen me before.”

Bigdaddyj: Not at all, pretty.

“Hm… I always think about my professor,” she revealed.

“Fuck me,” Jungkook moaned. Even though it wasn't him, the thought of her masturbating to a professor made his cock harder.

Bigdaddyj: You are one nasty little girl, baby.

“I can't help it, Daddy. I really can't.”

…

Your morning class was supposed to be Chemistry but Jungkook couldn't show up for the lecture. Instead, he sent the worksheet to the students through an adjusted professor.

The instructions were similar to what they were for biology. However, this was not easy for you.

It took ten extra brain cells to solve one damn equation. There was no way you were going to get this worksheet done in time. You scolded yourself in your mind for taking this ungodly subject just to spend one more hour with Jungkook who truly never noticed you.

Later in the day, it was your Biology lecture. And to your luck, Jungkook was present in this class and had brought back the worksheets with him.

“You all did an excellent job with this worksheet,” he said as he stood up and smiled at all. Oh, that fucking killer smile that you wanted to eat up. “However, there was one person who did an exceptionally great job!”

His eyes roamed around and stopped at you. “Miss Park,” he called, making your breath stop. “Not a single mistake. Everything was written so beautifully and accurately. I'm impressed by your work. That one diagram was drawn with perfection even in a limited time. And all those diagram with other processes were great addition. One could tell you know what you are doing. Keep working like this,” he gave you a toothy smile and thumbs up.

Your cheeks turned into rosy red. Not trusting your voice, you quickly bowed to him from your seat and gave him an awkward smile.

The lecture passed by with him starting a new chapter and passing on the introduction of sub-topics to make everything easier when studied in detail— one of his tricks for learning that was your favourite.

As the lecture ended, everybody started to leave and you were packing up as well. It was only 2:00 PM and you were planning to go back to your apartment.

“Miss Park,” Jungkook called your attention. “Do you have time for a moment? I've something to discuss.”

You nodded.

Soon, you found yourself sitting in front of your professor. The same one who made you masturbate in public and that you confessed to a stranger who watched your stream regularly.

“Miss Park, you did an outstanding job in Biology. I'm impressed, actually. When I was handed your performance chart from your university, I knew I didn't need to be worried about you. No one gets into this university without any reason. It's harder. You either need too much brain or too much money,” he said. “I was actually quite eager to go through your Chemistry worksheet.”

You dug your nails into your palm, knowing well that you had disappointed him.

“I can see that Chemistry is difficult for you. Or if I rephrase it, you are thinking that it is difficult for you,” he pulled out the worksheet. “You haven't answered all the questions and there are some mistakes. From the look of it, it seems you have a problem with your basics. I'm pretty sure it will be all right once the lab starts but I think it would be much helpful if you understand things in theory better.”

You fumbled with your fingers and avoided his eyes. Your body was tense and he could see right through it.

Jungkook removed his glasses, “Miss Park, May I ask why you opted for this subject? I see you only had Biology before. Why the sudden addition of Chemistry?”

Taking a deep breath, you finally spoke up. “I'm sorry, Mr Jeon. I didn't mean to disappoint you in any way… I just took chemistry for extra credits.”

You lied. Oh, you fucking lied to your professor and you wanted to run away. Lying to him hurts you more than it should have.

Jungkook chuckled, “I’m not disappointed in you, Miss Park. I think with a little extra attention, you will be able to perform just as well as you do in Biology.”

You looked into his twinkling eyes. “I-I’m not sure if I can be that good in Chemistry. It's- it’s stupid, I should probably get it crossed. I think I still have time for that. Yeah, that, I'll do that,” the panic settled in.

Jungkook looked at you and found you a fragile little thing. He had never paid much attention to you knowing you were all good in your studies.

But right now, he wished he did.

You were a simple girl with a straightforward goal. He never saw you messing around or heard any gossip about you other than that you do not get mixed up well with others. Considering the fact that you had just moved out and still settling in, it was normal for not mixing up. It takes time.

“Miss Park,” Jungkook leaned in and patted your shoulder. “You don't need to panic. How about we try solving this problem for a couple of weeks and then see if you get any better, hm?

You sat frozen in your seat and just took in the feeling of his hand on your shoulder trying to calm you down. “What if I don't?”

Jungkook smiled, retrieving his hand and making you want more. “Then you can get it cancelled from your major.”

You nervously asked, “When can we start?”

“If you don't have any other class for the day, we can start right now! Do you have any classes?” you shook your head. “Alright, follow me to my office, Miss Park.”

Almost an hour since Jungkook has been focused on you. He was damn sure that your hands and voice were similar to MissPeach. He has been watching her for a month and he knows her perfectly. Her moans, whimpers, begging, sniffles, everything to the point she showed or let him see, he noticed.

However, he couldn't risk any false situations.

The picture of the peach tattoo flashed in front of his eyes. How MissPeach confessed to masturbating in university and that too while thinking about a professor… right into feeding his fantasies.

Not that he dreamt of that before but since MissPeach and you blocked his mind, he couldn't help but want this to happen. As forbidden as it was, you were a fully grown adult.

His pants started to tighten, his cock begging for a touch. But he pushed the need behind his head. He shouldn't think such filthy things while you are struggling to solve the equation in front of him.

He loved how your bangs caressed your soft cheeks. He wanted to caress your forehead to get rid of the tension lines you got while concentrating. He loved it when your nose scrunched up whenever you got stuck on a specifically harder equation.

He wondered why you had tiredness kissing your face. He hated that and wanted to take you in his arms and hum you to sleep in his lap.

Oh! He would do anything just to free your lower lip from the confines of your teeth and caress it with his thumb… kiss it with his lips and taste your pretty mouth.

His eyes widened at his wild thoughts. Fuck. He thought.

But something in his mind said that he needed to know if you were MissPeach or not.

Tattoo… he needed to keep an eye for it. She herself said that she always hid it whenever she came live or when she wore something like cropped tops.

…

It was the fifth day of the extra classes. You were waiting for Jungkook in his office with your notebook and textbook out as commanded by him. He informed you earlier that in this extra class, you will be joined by someone. You had no idea who this person was.

After about five minutes, the door opened. Along with Jungkook, another girl walked in. Margot.

There was nothing good about her. At least when it came to you, it wasn't. She was the only daughter of a realtor father and an advocate mother. Her nose was always high in the sky and her eyes looked down on people like you.

For her, you were not worth the hassle.

“Miss Park, Miss Bell was having trouble with the topic we are going to cover today. So I thought maybe we could work on it together!” Jungkook said as he took his seat in front of you and Margot on your left.

You nodded.

“Oh, well… I would have preferred this to be a private session, Mr Jeon. You know, it's better with personal attention and not,” Margot looked at you with a side eye, “share it with a scholar.” She spat the word scholar as if it were a pesticide.

Her voice was animatedly high-pitched and it annoyed you to no end.

“Really? I don't think so. Instead, I think that this is better. If you have any doubts, it can help Miss Park as well. And if Miss Park has any doubts, it can help you. Knowledge is never private, Miss Bell,” Jungkook sweetly said. You admired his thinking. He wasn't only hot and intelligent but also highly respectful as well. “Now without wasting time, let's start, shall we?”

It was only fifteen minutes in when Margot started to shit from her mouth.

“Mr Jeon, are you single?” she asked.

Jungkook looked up from his laptop and lowered his glasses. “Why do you ask?”

“You don't look single. There must be someone just as hot as you that you are dating,” your eyes widened at her choice of words.

Jungkook chuckled. “No, Miss Bell. I'm single.” His eyes stole glances at your face. You were buried in your book but he knew you were listening.

“Such a waste of hotness,” Margot tsked. “I think you deserve someone with pretty eyes, a sharp face and an intelligent mind, and money as well— ‘cause you know, there are many who would anything for money if they don't have it themselves! I'm sure you will go for someone who looks like a princess. With dusty blond hair,” At this point, she was just pointing out her own features.

“Miss Bell, I don't think you should be discussing such stuff. Plus, Miss Park must be getting disturbed,” his reply made your butterflies jump.

“Who cares? This is not all, you know? A girl must keep herself up to standards. No one will look at her if she keeps on being like this. A girl must wear good clothes, wear shoes that have solid soles and not hang by a single thread. Get a proper manicure done. Have some sense and class with good brands. And knows how to properly use make-up and not just use some cheap ass shit that cakes up,” you fisted your hands to hide your chipped nail paint as you felt the redness and shame crawling up your neck.

“Stop, Miss Bell! Thi–”

“I- I need to go,” you interrupted Jungkook and stood up. You messily collected your books and ran out without even putting them in your bag. You felt suffocated.

Jungkook could never be yours. You had nothing. You were average-looking, had no money to buy big brands, and had the most average life. and not to mention how you chose to bare yourself on the internet in front of strangers for money instead of going for an actual job.

You had nothing against people who did this with choice but you had never been this open-minded about it. Hell, you were still a virgin.

Long ago, your parents had a small business which earned enough for a healthy living. But because of your father's sudden illness, everything went to nothing. To pay the bills, your parents had to sell almost everything little by little and in that, the business went crashing. They sold the house and moved into a smaller house. It was still expensive. Hospital bills were stacking up. Most of your money went into that. It wasn't your choice to move away and stay like this. But desperate times bring desperate measures.

Why would Jungkook like you when you had too much shit to handle? He would probably walk away. Would he even look at you like you wanted? Never. You were his student, a twenty-one years old but still a student. While he was thirty years old successful professor.

…

It has been a week since MissPeach last came live.

You were kind of not feeling going on live after your qna. People, other than Daddy, made you feel like a worthless object that deserved nothing but to bare herself for the world to see. They had forgotten that there was an actual person with a heart that gets hurt as well.

So when you went live without any previous notice, you preferred to not talk at all and just release your stress. Plus you needed money to send it to your parents.

After coming back from your extra class with Jungkook, you could feel your arousal running down your thighs. Even though you weren't feeling good, your pussy had its own mind.

You were going to take care of your problem in private but you needed that money.

When the notification popped on Jungkook's phone, he quickly turned off the heat under the pasta and sat on the couch. He wasn't expecting you to go live but it was more than fine. He gets to talk to you.

The live started. You were sitting on your chair, wearing your underwear. A pastel blue set. Jungkook was quick to type the compliment and donate some money.

Bigdaddyj: My pretty baby looks so beautiful as always <3 –$300

He waited for you to say something but it never came. It was odd, you always replied to him.

You didn't say hi or ask how everyone's day was. Nothing.

Bigdaddyj: Baby? Everything alright?

You leaned back and sighed. Hooking up your thumbs with the corner of your panties, you removed them showing glistening folds.

Cummingdick: thank fuck this slut decided to show some pussy.

Randomdude: wanna fuck that hole so fucking bad💦

You slid your hand between your legs and teased your folds, not touching where you needed them the most. The slick was dripping down on your bed.

A blissful sigh escaped your throat when your cold fingers finally touched your throbbing clit. “Daddy,” you whimpered. It was your way to make him know that you acknowledge him and him only.

Jungkook’s cock hardened embarrassingly quickly. He knew something was not right and that MissPeach was feeling off but now when she moaned what she called him, he couldn't resist. He was sure that she was thinking of that professor but fuck he would be lying if that didn't just make him want to be delulu.

You picked up a lipstick and opened it. Dropping the cap, you picked another big blush brush with a metallic multi-coloured stick.

You pressed the button at the bottom of the lipstick and it started to buzz. Bringing it down to your clit, you gasped and moaned lewdly when the high vibrations buzzed through your veins.

“Oh my god, fuck,” you moaned.

Jungkook took out his cock from his sweatpants and stroked himself. This was one of his favourite toys that you owned paired with the brush wand in your hand. He always complimented her about it.

Bigdaddyj: Such a good girl, you are. Using Daddy's favourite toys. Hm? –$500

The ting of the donation made you look at the screen and made you moan knowing it was from Daddy. You turned on the brush and teased your hole with it. The double vibrations left you with your mouth wide open in a silent scream.

Slowly, you pushed the brush inside you. “Ah, Daddy please fuck me!” you screamed.

You closed your eyes and imagined Jungkook. He has been leaving subtle touches– not sexual. But they were enough for your weaker self.

You imagined his fingers rubbing your clit, spitting on it as his cock plunged into your filthy cunt. The vibrations against your G-spot made you see the stars.

It was embarrassing to admit that you had seen his huge bulge in the classroom sometimes.

You imagined how his hot cock would feel in your pussy as you rode him while his hands played with your tits, pinching your sensitive nipples. You just wanted him to wrap his hands around your throat and choke you as you lay under him with your knees touching your chin.

The overwhelming feeling of vibration from both the toys and the image of Jungkook ruining your cunt.

Jungkook matched the pace of your hand thrusting the damn thing in your swollen pussy. He was so close.

He had never seen MissPeach so out of it. He loved it.

His balls tightened, ready to burst anytime. Soon enough, his cock twitched and he emptied himself all over his white shirt when you moaned out loud and squirted. The brush slipped out of your cunt.

You dropped the lipstick thing and slapped your pussy as you squirted more and more with the image of Jungkook between your legs, lapping up your juices like the gentleman he is.

Your eyes and breath took time to adjust and when you felt normal, you turned off the live and sat there thinking about what just happened just like Jungkook who was hard again after seeing you squirt like a broken faucet.

You had never squirted in your whole life.

…

There was complete silence in Jungkook’s office. You were sitting in front of him, working on some theory. Your concentration was strong and you grasped everything perfectly.

Everything about you was quiet. You walked quietly, talked quietly, and even your breath was quiet. Not a single noise that you have ever made. However, you were even quieter after that class with Margot and that didn't slip from Jungkook’s attention.

Whenever you had any doubts, you would just slide your notebook or textbook across the table with a circle around the doubt.

He missed your voice.

Subconsciously, he noticed everything about you. You never talked to anybody. Never hung out in the canteen. Heck, he didn't even see you outside of these classes. It was as if you vanish after classes and only appear in the class.

Considering your age, he expected to catch you with a boy or a girl here and there. He had caught almost the rest of the students in such a compromising state. And he wasn't too old himself, just thirty years old, he knew what this generation's needs were.

He was, to say the least, concerned about you.

“Miss Park?” He called.

You looked up from your book and waited for him to continue. “I know it might come out as inappropriate but I couldn't help but notice how you are always on your own. Like, I've never seen you with someone else before and never outside of the classes. Is everything alright?”

You were wondering why he was suddenly interested in your pathetic life. “I don't think I get along well,” you whispered, thinking it should be enough and focused back on the book.

“Why not? You are smart and intelligent. I'm sure there are many who would want to be friends with you,” he said with enthusiasm to encourage her to have friends.

You just looked up at him again and shook your head and looked down again.

“That’s not the spirit, Miss Park. Trust me, friends come a long way. I have my childhood friends and other friends still in contact. Any need? They are right there for me,” he tried to reason.

You sighed, “Mr Jeon, I'm happy that you have such friends. But it's not everyone's thing. Not everybody is able to make friends. Sometimes it's better to be just… left alone. I would rather focus on studies, pass, and get out of here. I have no time for anything else.”

There were unspoken words left. Jungkook wanted to hear those. But he didn't press you much. He could see the wave of sadness that shifted on your face. He hated it.

He still blames himself for bringing Margot with him to the class. There was too much that these rich students (of course, not all but some) didn't understand. And he could see the maturity that you attained. He knew things were much deeper than mere relatability.

“Do you bring your lunch from home, Miss Park?” he abruptly asked.

You frowned but nodded.

“Did you bring it today as well?”

You nodded, again.

“Great! You should eat here. With me. I made some Jjajangmyeon and was wondering if I could have some company during lunch. It doesn't feel right without sharing… you can share your lunch with me!” he smiled, closed his laptop and placed the book he was going through away.

“I don't think you would want to have my lunch,” you nervously whispered.

“Oh, hush! Now pack up, it's lunchtime!”

Not even five minutes later, there were two bowls with noodles in it. Jungkook started to mix his bowl and pointed his eyes at yours with a smile, asking you to eat as well.

Jungkook had happily taken half of your sad American cheese sandwich and ate it with a huge smile. He had said that it was really good and you didn't believe him at all. But his following lines almost made you cry. They were— “You know, Miss Park, I always love food. It could be as simple as bread and butter or as complex as Korean BBQ. In the end, it's food. Not everyone gets to eat it. So I'm thankful for what I have and what I eat. No one should be ashamed of what they eat. As long as it fills up your stomach, it is good.”

This only added another reason why you loved hi–

Loved?

…

The moment you and Jungkook stepped into the library, he kept his eyes on you while you tried to find a specific book for your extra class.

Ever since he started giving you extra classes, he has paid more attention to you. And not from an academic perspective but as in you. He was hurt, to say the least.

You were alone. And he saw that right through your eyes.

Being away from one's home country and staying with ruthless rich young adults was not something as pleasant for someone from the working class. He felt for you. No details were needed to know that these people must have made your time here harder.

Since Margot, he had seen an utter decline in your health as well. Even in the stream, he noticed how your body had gone thinner.

Yes, he was certain that it was you, the MissPeach. But still, the odds were there.

After that lunch from yesterday, he had been thinking about you without any break. He couldn't even set the worksheet for juniors just because he was consumed by you. He kept seeing your tired eyes and the dark circles that stuck to them.

It took all the will to keep his fingers from caressing them and kissing them away. A strange wish to protect you and keep you arose within him that he never felt before.

It shook him, how much he had grown to care for you in just two weeks. He was afraid that you might break down at any moment.

You were this fragile little doll and yet so strong. He admired you. You were everything he ever wanted… scratch that, you were more than what he ever wanted. It was like he asked for an Apple but he got a basket full of apples with an apple pie. And love beside it.

Jungkook kept looking at you from where he was standing and smiled as you looked through the shelves of books to find what you needed. The tiny scrunching nose and your baby hair falling over your face… just adorable. He wished he could thread his fingers through them and tuck them behind your ears as his fingers brushed your nape, raising your goosebumps.

He smiled when he saw your eyes light up after you spotted the book you were finding. It was way above the shelf and you tried to reach it.

You looked too good to be true.

You tried reaching it with your right hand, and when failed, you switched to your left. As if that arm was longer than the other.

Jungkook chuckled and took one step to help you but instead, he froze in his place. His eyes wandered down and stopped at the naked skin just above your left hip. There it was. The pretty peachy peach sitting on your skin, taunting him.

His heart stopped for a moment and then ran faster like the wind in the thunderstorm.

Something feral ticked inside his guts.

You tried to reach for the book but it was too far up. Just as you were about to turn around and fetch the stool, a warm body pressed against your back and a hand rested on your covered right side. You didn't need to know who it was… that musky earthy scent was enough to make your heart beat like crazy knowing it was Jungkook.

You dumbly looked at his hand slowly grabbing the book and bringing it down to you. His hot breath fanned against your ear and his lips brushed against the shell of it.

And then he said in a deadly deep, low, and raspy voice, “I think, next time, you need to be more careful with your tattoo… MissPeach.”

The book dropped on the ground. Your eyes widened and your mouth parted open. Daddy. No one but Daddy knows.

Millions of haunting thoughts swirled in your head making you feel lightheaded. You were sure he was going to expose you and get you expelled.

“Meet me in my office, Miss Park,” he said and lightly kissed your ear. “Right now.”

The coldest warmth disappeared. So did your last brain cell.

You were doomed.

…

When you knocked on the door to the office, your soul almost left your body, trying to free itself from the humiliation.

The ever-soft “come in” made you realize that there was no going back. You fucked up.

How could he be Bigdaddyj? That shocked you to no end. You shouldn't have revealed that fucking tattoo of yours that night. But you felt a need to share at least one thing with that faceless stranger to feel something. To feel like you, too, had someone who knows your dirty secrets. Oh! The worst of all… the confession about masturbation.

Talk about sharing secrets. You scoffed at yourself.

Hesitantly, you opened the door and entered the room without looking up. You shut the door behind you extra tightly, making sure no one on the other side could hear anything. Unless they stuck their ears to the door.

Your body trembled as you stepped in front of his desk and stood there like a shivering statue. The inner screaming made you restless. This was too embarrassing to handle.

Your professor whom you have been crushing over since day one has seen you masturbate on the internet and the worst part is, he donated you good money as well.

He was going to ask for money, wasn't he? You cringed at yourself. How were you going to repay?

“Miss Park, I guess we both know what we are going to… discuss,” he started. You nodded. “Words… Miss Park.”

“Yes, Mr Jeon,” you whispered.

Jungkook stood up from his chair, “We had a nice talk in that stream, didn't we?”

The tears pricked your eyes so you kept your head down, keeping the sight of your face away from his expensive eyes.

He slowly walked around the table and stood behind you, caging you with his arms around you and placing his hands flat on the table. “It’s interesting, you know? To know that one of my students is a camgirl,” he whispered in your ear. “Do you want me to keep this dirty little secret for you, too?”

You nodded to you a few times, praying so that he could indeed keep this a secret. “Please,” you whispered in a weak tone.

“Hmm… but I want to know one thing in return, MissPeach…” his chest plastered with your back.

“Tell me one thing. Who is that professor whose thoughts make you wet, hm?” his jealousy made his brain fog up and let it out on you. “The one who gets you so fucking horny that you play with that pretty pussy in university with the toy that I sent you. Who is he? Is it Jimin? Or Namjoom? It has to be Namjoon. Big, ripped. He is the definition of hotness. I'm sure you imagine him licking your pretty pussy,” you couldn't imagine yourself. You felt dirty thinking about the image he was pasting. The only time you didn't feel dirty was when you imagined Jungkook and only Jungkook. The idea of being with any other professor made you cringe harder.

The more he talked about you being with some other person, the more tears dropped down your cheeks. You didn't want to admit that it was him. You promised yourself that you would let him paint whatever picture he wanted and never tell him the truth.

“Imaging his dick in your pussy? Isn't it? You would love that, wouldn't you? Having Namjoon’s dick in you and just ju—”

“You!” you screeched when he didn't stop. Into the well went the promise. It was too hard to listen to him.

Jungkook went rigid, “what?”

Your body trembled violently, “it’s you that I think about!” you let it out as your voice cracked.

“Y/n,” you felt his hands on your arms turning you around to face him. “Look me in the eyes, please.”

You looked up and he felt his heart break. Your face was red with tears running down. “Please, Mr Jeon. I beg you to keep this a secret, please! I will do anything you want. I-I’ll do better at Chemistry. But keep this to yourself. I can't– I can't afford to get kicked out. Everything will get ruined. Please n—”

Your words died when your face squished against his warm and hard chest. His one hand threaded through your hair and the other one rubbed your back.

“I’m sorry, Princess,” he whispered. “I won't ever tell this to anyone, baby. There is nothing wrong. I may have– no… I definitely let my jealousy take over and act like an idiot. You have done absolutely nothing wrong.”

Your eyes were wide open but they relaxed. Your shaky hands reluctantly circled around him and hugged him back. You felt warm. Not only on the outside but inside as well. The ice of burden melted for a while with the warmth he gave you. His fingers caressing your scalp made your head feel better. His hand running along your spine calmed your inner screamings.

Strangely enough, he was all you needed at that moment.

You just wanted to melt into his warmth and become a part of him.

As ridiculous as it looked, it was magical. Healing even.

You felt his nose against your head and he sniffed before pulling himself away just a little to see your face.

Jungkook gently wiped your cheeks and tucked your loose locks behind your ears. Your soft gaze softened his heart and he kept looking into them.

His hands cupped your face and pulled you closer to his face. Your nose touched with his and his minty fresh breath fanned your face.

Without using any words, he asked for your permission. As much as your brain was screaming to push him and run away, your mind made your head nod.

His eyes smiled.

And then he let his soft lips be on yours. Everything about him was warm and soft.

His lips lapped yours in a slow kiss. It was not lusty or heated but the one where he expressed more than he could say. The care, the love, the admiration. He didn't only kiss your lips but your soul. Dramatic but made sense.

Your lips moved in sync.

Jeon Jungkook was your first kiss.

He was careful trying not to hurt you. He held your face as if it was made of glass. Your hands were clutching his shirt as if you let go, you might actually break. It felt like a fever dream, the one from which you never wanted to wake up.

Your lips parted away from his and your forehead rested against his. You opened your eyes unhurriedly and saw him already looking at you.

“Jealousy?” you asked.

Jungkook’s hands slid down and held your waist, “you might have stolen my heart, Princess,” he deeply whispered. “Let it be MissPeach or Miss Park… your both of those sides snatched my heart. You have no idea how bad I've been wanting to be with you, baby,” his thumbs drew circles on your waist. “At first it was the fascination of MissPeach but since I have started to get to know you, I've been dying to make you mine, Princess. You fucked up my mind… And I love it. I love it more than I should,” he breathily chuckled.

“How did you know it was me?” your mind was blurred with proximity.

“Believe me or not but it was your hands that made me realize and when you talked, I knew it was MissPeach,” he said and kissed the tip of your nose.

“My hands?” you frowned and looked at your hands. You turned them around to see what gave them off.

Jungkook chuckled and held your hands in his large ones. Bringing them closer to his lips, he pecked them. “Everything you allowed me to see and hear, I know them. A single look and a single noise of you will always make me know that it's you, Princess.”

You were at a loss for words. “But why would you pay attention to a girl who fucks herself for everyone to see?”

With two fingers, he lifted up your chin and looked into your eyes, “You are not just a girl, Y/n. You are my girl. And don't think of yourself any less just because you are a camgirl. I know you and know that you are better than anyone I have ever known.” You could see the concern swimming in his pebble eyes. “I want you to be mine, baby. Is that too much to ask?”

“You are my professor,” you voiced your fear. “What if someone finds out?”

“Not forever,” he kissed your forehead. “And no one will find out. Just one and a half more years, baby. Then we can be free and be ourselves. Give it a try, okay?”

You had nothing to lose.

“Okay.”

…

Little peeking and pecking kept going on between Jungkook and you. Small smiles and reassuring pats on the back were a new routine that the two of you followed.

There was no need for any extra classes anymore but it only felt right and it was the only way to spend some time without anyone interrupting or feeling highly alerted.

You were sitting on the chair, working through some practical problems on your own. Nothing was better than this. Sitting in your professor's office, studying peacefully, stealing some kisses and praises, and just existing together— no more existing alone.

Jungkook was leaning against the table next to you, running his fingers through your luscious locks. It was his newly found habit that he loved the most.

His fingers traced your forehead, moving along your temple down to your chin, he raised your head and looked deep into your eyes. His thumb grazed your lower lip. His eyes were taking in the softness of your lips.

Leaning down till your foreheads touched, he said, “Have I ever told you how fucking beautiful you are, Princess?”

“Like ten minutes ago,” you closed your eyes and took in the closeness.

“Really?” he gasped. “I should tell you that more often than that,” you giggled. Something in his chest warmed up. “You are the most perfect person I have seen, baby.”

“Yeah?” He hummed in answer. “But don't you think that other girls are perfect and I’m nothing in front of them? They have perfect features and perfect bodies. Their hair is always well-styled and their makeup is seamless. And their skin looks baby-soft all the time.”

It was odd to unfold your insecurities like this.

Jungkook inhaled, “look at me, baby,” he asked in the softest voice. When you opened your eyes and looked into his eyes, he began, “They are pretty and perfect. Just not for me. Everyone is pretty and perfect in their own little ways. And you, my darling, are the most perfect and breathtaking woman I've ever seen in my life. They are pretty in my eyes, but you are prettier. They might have the softest skin but I only want to caress your sweet cheeks. Their hairstyles take much effort, probably but yours are the ones that make my heart flutter. Everything you do is far better than them for me. So, never say that ever again. Of course, if you feel insecure, you tell me. I'll make sure to make you feel like the queen that you are. And if anyone touches you to tell you otherwise, they will be seeing a version of me that nobody asked.”

Your heart quivered. No one has ever made you feel the way Jungkook did. Older men like him always know how to be a gentleman. Nothing compares to him. You were sure that he was a cleaner version of Zade Meadows.

Something else has been bothering you. “Mr Jeon…”

“Yes, baby?” he caressed your cheek.

“I–I masturbate on live streams. Doesn't that bother you?” you looked everywhere but his eyes.

Jungkook straightened up and walked back to his seat and sat down. “Come here,” he patted his lap.

You stood up and shakily walked to him. His hands clutched your sides and made you sit on his lap, your legs on his either side and back against the table.

His hands rubbed your sides to calm your trembles. “Why do you ask that?”

“I don't know,” you whispered.

“You didn't go live since that day, baby. Why is that?” you rested your palms on his shoulders.

“I wasn't sure if you would like that, me going live after everything happened between us,” you hated to talk about this but it was necessary. And the sooner you talk about this, the better.

“Do you enjoy doing lives? Tell me honestly, okay?” he asked. His eyes held nothing but understanding. That made it easier for you. But you still took some time. Were you really into this whole ordeal? “Baby?” Jungkook shook you out of your head.

“I don't,” you blur out. Jungkook's eyebrows raised in half surprise and half question. “Well, not as much. I guess the more I did the more I became used to it. There are things I don't like about it. And if I had other options, I would have never gone this way.”

His hands moved to your back, and seeing your shiny eyes made his heart ache. He pulled you closer to his chest, your head resting in the crook of his neck. “Then why are you doing this, pretty? Why is there no other option?”

You inhaled his intoxicating scent before you began, “My father had a business. It had about two million worth of average turnover. It was going perfectly. My mother was a housewife. We were living a perfect little life like any other middle-class family. We had a two-story house in the city and two cars. Nothing else was needed. However, everything came crashing down one day…” Jungkook felt wet against his neck, it squeezed his heart but he kept listening as he rubbed your back.

“He was rushed to the hospital and we got a call. My father had a brain tumour. It was bad. It affected such parts of the brain that made his body non-functional. I was still a minor and wasn't aware of much. Things took a great turn and in a span of a few years, everything that my father built from scratch was gone.

His medical bills were amassing up. We had to sell everything. We sold one car. A year later from that incident, we sold our house,” you choked on your words. Your hands clutched Jungkook's shirt tightly in your fist. “We moved closer to the hospital but outside the city. It was a one-room apartment. It had no rooms. Just a space which had one kitchen and one door that led to the bathroom. Nothing else.

We lived there. My parents still live there. I worked hard every day to get a scholarship. I forgot what it was like to sleep or have fun. In that little space, three of us were… we were just there. Not really alive. But just three beating hearts. I passed my exam. I got the scholarship,” you took a deep shaky breath.

“I got into the University I always wanted. I maintained my grades so that I could change my and my parents’ lives. My professors there were impressed with my performance so they persuaded me to give my name in the student exchange program. I wasn't sure before but they said that it was only going to help me and make my resume look like a quote-unquote shining star

“Good things come with their own bitterness. Even if the fee was forgiven, I still had to reach here. We didn't have enough funds for that so we ended up selling our second car. I preferred to live off-campus. It wasn't the most sane idea but it was harder to be in a dorm.

“So when I came here, I found a job as a barista but that didn't pay any of my bills. And my parents needed money as well. My mother couldn't work because she needed to look after my father all the time. So, I took responsibility because they spent too much on me for me to come here. And I didn't want to be a burden.

“So the only option I was left with was live streaming. It pays my rent and the rest goes to my parents. For hospital bills and all. Nothing else earned me enough but this. So I had to do what I do now.”

It was a dead silence. Jungkook's hands on your back stopped moving somewhere in between. You wanted him to say something or at least run your back to comfort you. But when you raised your head and looked at his face, silent tears were running down his closed eyes. He was biting his lip so that no voice escaped him.

He wanted to comfort you by staying strong but it was harder than it was in his head.

“Jungkook,” you first time took his name. It made his heart flutter. He opened his eyes and just looked at you. You looked tired and it all made sense to him. You stayed away from everyone and closed yourself off just so you could work hard towards your goals and make something out of your life. To make a difference in the family and help them.

You took steps out of your liking and comfort zone just so your parents could have a little bit of ease on themselves. You were beyond perfect. You were more than an angel.

You were too good to be true.

He choked on his words, “I’m sorry, baby. I didn't mean to cry but I just can't help,” his last three words were almost inaudible.

Your heart clenched and fresh tears poured out of your eyes. Holding his face in your tiny hands, you wiped his tears and kissed the tip of his nose. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“For what, baby?” he sniffed.

“…just take it,” you kissed his cheek.

He smiled and pecked your glossy lips. “You know that I’m so proud of you, baby. And you just keep on making me prouder every single day. I admire your will and strength. There is nothing that can stop you from chasing your dreams, pretty girl. And I'll be right next to you to make sure that you have everything in the world you need to keep you happy. I'll take all of your tensions and work on them with you. You don't have to worry about anything. Let me know the bank details and I'll take care of your parents’ expenses from now on.”

“No,” you said. “I don't want you to do that at all. All I want from you is to be here. Let me take care of my parents, please. I don't wanna take anything from you. The only thing I want is you and nothing else,” you were aware of the blind money that this university paid to their A-listed professors and Jungkook happened to be one of them. But you weren't here for money but for him.

“I will be always here with you just like right now,” he whispered against your lips before joining them.

He bit your lip lightly making you gasp. The innocent kiss turned into a heated one. Taking the opportunity, he shoved his tongue inside your mouth. You let him explore your mouth as you did his. He sucked your lower lip and let it go.

Your jaw was littered with kisses and licks as he found his way to your neck. It took him two seconds to find your soft spot and sucked on it, making you hum. Your hands threaded through his hair and fisted them.

Your nails against his scalp made his cock twitch in his pants and it got harder the more you moaned. He looked into your eyes. “Baby, we need to stop before I do something else,” he warned you.

You whined, “No, please don't stop now,” you begged.

“But you are not fine right now,” he tried to reason.

“I won't be if you don't touch me! Make me forget everything but you, Mr Jeon! Make me feel free… Please fuck me!” you begged.

Something ticked inside him. His eyes went feral. The blood left his brain and rushed straight into his cock. He swiped everything from his table and dropped you on it. He hastily removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He came closer and attached your forehead with his As he looked into your eyes.

In a low, deadly voice, I’m going to fuck you senseless, baby. I'll make sure we leave this campus with you in my arms and not on your feet.”

Jungkook removed his shirt and shortly his pants followed behind. He lets you take in his body. Your jaw slacked open. He had a murderous figure. His chest was big and his abs were defined. What made your pussy throb like a bitch was his right arm which was adorned with tattoos. You knew about the hand tattoos but you never knew about the arm. He was full of surprises.

His thighs were big and stiff. You knew it. Every time he made you sit on his lap, you knew they had their own glory and you wanted to ride it anytime.

It looked like God himself— no, the Devil himself carved this man. There was no way that God would create something this sinful.

“Like what you see, Princess?” if you knew his voice could go any deeper, you would have controlled yourself better. But you let out a loud moan just by hearing his voice while shamelessly looking at his body. The outline of his humongous cock didn't go unnoticed.

“Oh my God,” you shakily whispered.

Jungkook didn't wait any longer, his patience was already running low. His fingers played with the hem of your blouse, waiting for you to give him the green light.

It took a shy smile and a nod from you for him to go wild. He removed your shirt and captured your lips between his. Your tongues fought for dominance.

The bra was next to go. Your sensitive nipples hardened as the cool air touched them.

Then his eyes fell on that little tattoo that made him untamed. That little peach above your hip teased him. “That is going to kill me someday, baby,” he grunted.

Jungkook cupped your tits and kissed his way to them. He pushed you down on the table and lapped on your left nipple. His left hand cupped your other tit and his right hand fondled with your pants button.

He opened it and slid his hand in your panties. His fingers touched your leaking pussy and slid lower to your hole. He brought his wet fingers to your clit and rubbed it slowly making you moan out his name.

He chuckled darkly, “Look at you, all wet for me,” he teasingly bit your nipple as his eyes were fixed on your face. He loved how your face scrunched up with pleasure.

He took the other nipple in his mouth and repeated the assault on them. Slowly, he kissed down your sternum. His warm lips hovered above your tattoo and then he kissed it. You thrashed under him as he kept licking and sucking the spot. He was satisfied when the pastel colours of your tattoo had a deep red and purple hue around it.

He waited for this, to see your face while the tremors of pleasure ran through your body. None of your lives could compete with the real thing that you had. And Jungkook worshipped it.

He pinched your clit and made your back arch, pushing your breast more into his hungry mouth. He loved how your body reacted to his touches. And the forbidden nature of the relationship made him hornier.

It was so wrong yet so right.

“This needs to go, baby,” he rasped. His hands impatiently removed your pants along with your panties. “Fuck,” he grunted.

No, seriously… the real thing could never match the screen.

Jungkook took a seat and pulled you closer by your legs. He dropped your legs on his shoulder, kissing his way up to your pussy. Your legs trembled around his head as he got closer.

Supporting yourself up with your elbows, you looked into his mischievous eyes. You had never seen such a look in his eyes. Your heart felt glad that it was that way. Not in a million years, you wanted him to give this look to someone else.

He teased your pussy by giving light kisses on your folds. But he gave in as you started to whine. The moment you felt his hot lips pressed onto your pussy, your eyes rolled back as you fell back. His lips wrapped around your throbbing clit and sucked it.

Your nails scratched the wooden table as his tongue played with you. He lapped your dripping hole and moaned as your sweet taste coated his mouth.

The vibrations of his moans made your legs wrap around his head harder but he slapped them away. “Be a good little kitten for me, baby.”

“Please,” you moaned.

“Please what?” he bit your clit.

“Please, sir.”

“Oh, fuck!” he grunted as he found out his new kink. His cock got harder, which surprised him. “What do you want, Princess? Tell me, baby. Tell your professor what your needy cunt wants.”

Another wave of sinful shocks travelled your belly as he talked dirty making you cry out in bliss, “Your fingers! Please, sir!”

He smirked at you and licked your clit just as he pushed two of his fingers in your cunt. Your brows scrunched up and your mouth fell open.

His long, thick fingers filled you up. They moved along with the rhythm of his tongue and did come hither motion, teasing your g-spot.

His fingers picked up the pace and fucked you. He could feel your climax coming closer as your pussy throbbed around his fingers. He didn't stop and soon enough, your back arched, your mouth opened in a silent scream, and came all over his fingers.

Jungkook almost came in his boxers when your needy cunt squirted all over him. He didn't stop sucking on your clit and plunged his fingers until he got everything you had for him.

He removed his fingers and looked into your eyes as he licked his fingers clean. He bent over you with his arms next to your head, “You taste so fucking sweet, Princess. So fucking pretty.”

You pulled him in and smashed your lips against his lips and tasted yourself. “You know, that day on live, it was my first time squirting and I was thinking about you doing exactly this.”

“Baby, you are going to fucking kill me,” he said as he cock twitched and begged to be released. He made a quick move in discarding his boxers and freed his cock as it smacked against your pussy.

You pulled apart and looked down at his angry, throbbing cock. Your eyes bulged out at the length and the girth of it. His cock was bigger and fatter than any of your little toys. You weren't sure if he was going to fit.

“I don't think that will fit in,” you whispered, still glancing at his monstrosity.

He chuckled darkly and pecked your lips, “Baby, my dick was made to serve your pretty little cunt,” he hummed in your ear as his hand slid his cock on your slit, making it slicker with your cum. “So, your cunt will take,” he aligned his cock with your hole, “this,” he pushed his angry head in, “fucking,” your eyes rolled as his cock practically ripped your insides, “dick,” he shoved it to the hilt.

His breath came out in pants. He kissed your lips as you got used to his size. “So fucking warm and tight,” he mumbled against your lips. “It’s all mine… all mine.”

“More,” you gasped. “Fuck me like I’m your slut!”

Jungkook smirked as his cock twitched in your cunt. He slowly pulled out a few inches and shoved his cock back, making you moan. His veiny cock rubbed your walls perfectly and the curve of his cock made his hot head caress your G-spot.

It was an overwhelming feeling but in a good way.

Slowly he picked up his pace and fucked you. His right hand went between your body and rubbed your clit. “Oh my God!” you moaned.

He looked between your bodies where you were sucking him in. His cock twitched seeing how your pussy was all spread open around his cock. The velvety warm walls of your cunt made it harder for him to stay sane. He was trembling just like you.

“So perfect for me, baby. So perfect,” he whispered as he kissed your neck. “I’m gonna fuck you do good. I'm gonna fuck my pretty little slut so good that she forgets everything but me.”

“Jungkook!” your moan turned into a gasp when you felt a sting on your ass cheek. Jungkook rubbed the area where he had just spanked you. He looked you in the eye with a murderous glare. He stopped his thrusts.

“What do you say, slut?” he growled. “I think you are asking for a punishment. Hm?” you screamed when his heavy hand landed on your sensitive clit.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you whimpered as another hard blow landed on your other asscheek. Your pussy clenched around his cock. He loved it. He loved how you took everything he gave you. Such a pretty little slut for him.

“You like being spanked, don't you?” His thrusts were slow and hard. Your tits jiggled with each stroke. “Look at you, your cunt is practically suffocating me.”

You cried, “Please, sir. I'll be a good girl. Please, harder.”

He leaned in, shoved his tongue down your throat and pushed your legs up. He picked up an animalistic pace and fucked you to oblivion. The sound of skin slapping got louder. His balls slapped your ass.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

Like an obedient little slut, you opened your mouth and slipped your tongue out. He collected the spit in his mouth and spat on your tongue. “Swallow,” he moaned as you clenched so badly around his shaft. You swallowed his spit and showed him your mouth. “Good Girl.”

He wrapped his free hand around your neck and squeezed it just enough for you to breathe properly but tight enough to make your pussy throb like a bitch.

“Such a perfect little slut for me,” he grunted. “So fucking kinky and dirty. Just as I love it,” he pinched your clit.

“Only for you!” you gasped.

“Yes, baby. Only for me. I'm never gonna let you go. Do whatever you want, pretty. Do as many lives as you want but only I can touch and fuck this pussy. Only mine,” he bit your lips.

Jungkook could feel you throb around his cock, telling him that you were close. “So close,” you whimpered against his mouth.

“Cum, Princess. Cum for Daddy,” your legs trembled and your back arched as let you cum all over his cock and helped your ride through it.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” you screamed.

Jungkook held your legs and fucked you ruthlessly as he chased his own high. He could feel your cum coating his cock. His head felt light as he finally came inside your pussy.

His hot cum filled your pussy to the brim. You felt a small wave of orgasm hit you as he came.

He panted and hugged you closer. His head rested on your chest and listened to your running heartbeat. He loved it. He loved feeling you all naked on his desk. Your hands found their home in his hair as they caressed his scalp. “Baby, are you alright?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you panted. You took in the closeness and appreciated every moment with him.

After a moment, Jungkook pulled and looked at your pussy leaking your and his mixed cum. If it were someone else, the thought would never have crossed his mind but looking at your pussy, he wanted to eat it clean. It looked so delicious and creamy. It was as if she was inviting him and taunting him. He needed to eat you.

So he did that.

He sat on his chair and pulled you closer to him and without a warning, he licked your sensitive pussy from your hole to the clit.

You whimpered as he overstimulated your pussy. “Too sensitive.”

“Give me one more, Baby. Just one more. I know you can,” he said and shoved his tongue into your hot cunt and ate till you came on his tongue once again.

You were a trembling mess. You could still feel his cock in your stomach as he got up to clean you. When he gently wiped your pussy with a wet tissue, you flinched but he rubbed his free hand on your side, down to your leg, soothing you and getting you through this.

You looked at his face which was glowing and had an admirable smile on his pretty face. His cheeks and ears were red. He looked at you with stars in his eyes and felt like crying.

Nobody had ever looked at you the way he did. But again, nobody was Jungkook but him.

“Let's go to my place, yeah? I don't want to leave without you. I need you to be closer to me. We can cuddle, watch movies, have dinner, and do anything you want, okay?” he said as he cleaned his softening cock and got dressed up.

You thought for a moment, “Okay…” you didn't want to be alone either. You craved his touch and warmth. This was your first time, it only made you want him more.

“Let's get you dressed up as well,” he smiled.

Jungkook held your hands and helped you off the table but your trembling legs gave up. He caught you and hugged you against his chest. You looked up with your mouth open as you felt sore. He gave you a knowing smirk.

To say the least, he ended up carrying you out of the university to his car.

…

“Oh my God!” you sulked in the corner of the couch as you curled into a ball. “Someone could have walked in!”

It was amusing for Jungkook to watch you just realize that you two had sex in his office at the University. He wondered how only now you registered it and not before while he was buried in your pussy.

“I had my door locked, sweety. Don't worry,” he chuckled as stood by the dining table, mixing the chocolate cake batter.

“Some could have knocked or worse,” you looked up at him with eyes wide open and your expression morphed into horror, “heard us!”

He left the bowl on the dining table and sat beside you, pulling you on his lap. He cupped your pouting face and kissed your lips softly. “Nothing happened, right? So don't worry, my love. Come help me bake the cake and then we will have dinner.”

You hummed and pecked his lips. “Okay, Mr Jeon.”

“Jungkook. It's Jungkook for you, Princess… or Daddy. The choice is yours,” he winked, making you laugh.

Later that night, Jungkook kissed every inch of you. He started from your forehead to your toes. He loved the idea of having you in his bed. He lent you his shirt that was too big for your frame. You wore nothing else under that shirt. He fanboyed over you and worshipped you.

“You look effortlessly beautiful,” he mumbled as he kissed your jaw. “You have me wrapped around your pinky finger in just a couple of weeks, hm.”

You giggled as you rubbed your hand along his tattooed arm. “I never knew you had tattoos.”

Jungkook laid beside you and in his arms and looked at his right arm. “I never show them in the University. When I had recently joined, everyone used to stare. It was a distraction so I started wearing full sleeves.”

“Of course, they will be distracted. And now I will, too! Now whenever I'm going to see you, I will see what's beneath your clothes,” you said.

Jungkook smirked, “Yeah? You will imagine me naked in the class now?” he teased. “I’m your Professor, Princess. Have some shame.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Where was your shame when you ripped my pussy with that sinful thing you call your dick?”

His chest rumbled with a laugh, making you smile. “Touché… I can't really complain, can I? I'll be seeing you naked, too,” he kissed your lips tenderly. “You fucked me up, Princess. I thought it was just lust for MissPeach but fuck, I would be lying if I didn't say I feel more than that and feel like protecting you from everything… Thank you for giving me a chance, love. I'll make sure that you are happy from now on. I'll take care of you from now on.”

“But—”

“Shh,” his finger on your lips shut you up. “I know that it is too soon but please move in here with me, yeah? You don't have to worry about the rent, I own this place. I don't feel good about letting you live alone. It is too soon but you can try, please. As I said before, you can stream as much as you want and support your parents. But let me take care of you. It hurts me to see you tired and not taken care of. So, let me do it. And if someone suspects something. Just say that I rent you a room in the apartment and if they still have any issues, bring them to me and don't hide if someone is rude to my pretty girl, okay?”

“I don't deserve your kindness, Jungkook,” you smiled with watery eyes. “But I'll be selfish for once and take it.”

He smiled and kissed you again. “That's my good girl,” he whispered and turned you around.

Your back was plastered with his warm chest. His arm circled your body and his hand pathed its way between your legs. He cupped your pussy and shoved his two fingers in. His other hand slid under your shirt and groped your breast.

You gasped, “what…?”

Jungkook kissed your shoulder, “you will sleep better. And I get to be closer to you,” he whispered. “Now sleep, Princess.”

You bit your lip and melted in his chest. Your insides exploded with giddiness. It did indeed feel good to have his fingers in your pussy as you fell asleep.

It was the best night ever.

“You deserve all the kindness in the world, Baby.”

…

Epilogue.

12 years later.

The heel of your red bottoms tapped on the floor as you walked down the corridor and you reached your apartment door.

You weren't supposed to go but there was an emergency at the hospital where you were an Oncologist. Luckily, everything was under control and you got to leave sooner. But it was still late.

You entered the passcode and opened the door. However, you were left surprised.

The lights were off but the living room was blooming with candle lights. The floor was covered with roses. There was a lingering scent of your favourite candle along with the mouth-watering aroma of the food.

You walked in and saw Jungkook standing in the middle of the living room. His face was glowing with a perfect toothy smile. “Happy 10th anniversary, Princess.”

You dropped your bag and ran into his arms. He chuckled as you jumped on him. He caught you, spinning you around. Yours and his giggles filled the happy place.

“Happy anniversary to you too, love,” you whispered in his ear. “You didn't have to do any of this.”

“But I wanted to,” he smiled. “Did I tell you that you are gorgeous?”

“About billions of times,” you giggled.

“Ah, still not enough,” he kissed your lips with passion. “I need to tell you that even more.”

“You will go crazy,” you cupped his face.

“I went crazy the day I actually looked at you, Baby,” his nose touched yours. “I love being crazy for you. I love being crazy in love with you. The day you let me have you was the day you made me go insane. I still cry thinking about how the fuck I got so lucky to have you. You are so intelligent, smart, and strong. You did everything for your parents and I don't know how I got you but it's all I ever wanted. Being in love with you makes me realize how addicting you are. All I want is you for me to settle my cravings.

A shy smile tugged at your lips as your eyes watered. “I love you so much, Jungkook. I have no words for it.”

“I see it, Love. I know it,” he hugged you tightly. “Come on, dinner is getting cold.”

In these years, you have come so far. You were no longer a streamer but a well-known Oncologist.

You worked hard towards your dreams and Jungkook stood by your side and supported you. You had nothing to worry about because he was there. Everything fell into one place.

Your father got operated on. Things turned out to be better. He was recovering. But he was fine. When you were settled enough, you asked them to come here. They did. It was the best feeling ever.

Through physical therapy, your father was able to move his body and showed a huge difference in a small amount of time. However, he was still suggested to keep the wheelchair around outside. He was weaker but better.

They were living at the apartment where you lived with Jungkook in University. Along with them, Jungkook’s parents moved into that apartment to help them around. It was fun to have them around, all four of them. They formed a perfect bond in a blink of an eye.

You both bought a new apartment when you found out about your pregnancy four years ago. Jungkook was over the moon and stuck by you like a monkey. He took care of you and the baby.

Two years later you gave birth to another baby. It was a complete family and nothing else was needed.

Jungkook always wanted two kids, a girl and a boy. Now that you had them, he was satisfied with his life. He bragged about you and the babies to everyone. Even at University, he would show baby videos to all of his colleagues.

He proposed to you for marriage right after you completed your degree. He was excited to make you his. He spent hours planning for the wedding that you both wanted.

Everybody teased you about how crazy he was for you.

In the beginning, everyone was disgusted and unaccepting of your relationship. However, everything settled when they saw how genuine you two were. It was as if you two couldn't breathe without each other.

When you became a Doctor, Jungkook cried happy tears and told you how proud he was and that he knew you were going to do big things in life.

That night he showed you so much love.

“Where are Seol and Jae?” you asked about your kids.

“I dropped them at our parents’. I wanted to have you all by myself. In the end, it is our anniversary,” he winked at you with a devilish look on his face.

“Is that so?” you smirked.

“After dinner, be a good girl and go into our room… naked and ass up for me,” his hand grabbed your ass and squeezed it as you looked at him with a slutty look.

“Yes, sir.”

…..

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𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓… 𝑴𝑰𝒀𝑨 𝑨𝑻𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑼

Genre: smut

Warning: car sex, mild alcohol mention, fem reader, degradation + praise, pet names: sugar, sweetheart, etc, creampie, birth control

Synopsis: You have been on Atsumu’s ass about he and his brother’s country accent for the longest, so when it comes back around to bite you back on Halloween, you are not ready for it.

A Halloween party!! You’re not sure how it came up in conversation when picking couples’ costumes: police, a Princess and Prince, a scary movie duo; all you know is that ‘Tsumu roared his engine from outside to inform you of his presence while you were rushingly retrieving your perfume.

You had an idea of what he was wearing since you two were supposed to be matching, but he bought you a (super cute) pair of embroidered boots and guided your outfit from afar. Like a personal designer. The shoes with a slight heel on them clacked down your front door steps in the cold night, the brisk air bit at your skin, your breasts rebounded in the low-buttoned flannel, and a holster connected to your ripped jean shorts. The only correct way to style your hair was braided pigtails (even though you are positive this isn’t how someone who actually handles animals would dress) and owning a huge belt to compliment your gorgeous figure even more.

Once you reach the car, ‘Tsumu came around from his side to open your door for you.

Your jaw went slack.

The blonde’s own button down was opened almost farther than yours to reveal his carved chest but a thick belt cut it off. A brown coat to match was being removed from the outfit, one that paired with the folded hat atop his head that left some of his hair to peek out. The dark jeans heavily covered his boots—with an exception for the ends— and were even slightly tainted. The shoes look worn. Has he always had this? Was your boyfriend a country American hottie with an accent and you had no idea? After pulling his long arms out of the garment, he slung it over your shoulders.

“Pick yer jaw up ‘n keep those pretty feet movin’ sweetheart, I know it’s cold.”

He patted your ass twice as if you were a fucking horse instructed to trot, and the worst part was, you obliged and sat in the car with no complaint.

Your eyes trailed his body and face the whole ride. The battery on your phone was slowly rising with it being on the charger, so with nothing to do, it was easy to adore the man to your side before a large, gentle hand was placed on your thigh.

He keeps his eyes on the road before speaking, “There somethin’ on my face?”

You shook your head, “No,” and gazed outside the window until your destination was reached. The last thing you’d do is fuel his ego.

————•————

The liquor in your hand led you around the party, half conscious. You knew it was dangerous—not only drinking—but splitting with Tsumu to get it. Though, you wouldn’t quite say you were in danger, you knew everyone here at least a little bit and was able to pinpoint who was who; but there was a specifically familiar face that caught your attention.

Osamu curled around a stumbling woman once he caught your eye and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, the other hand occupied by a drink as well.

“There y’are, what’s the famous _____ up to? Where’s ma brother?”

You took a sip as he mindlessly walked you around to catch up; you hadn’t been doing anything much, and you had no idea where your boyfriend was.

Speak of the devil, the two of you hit a corner and Tsumu was atop the marble kitchen counter conversing with Sakusa. He reverted his gaze to you, to Osamu, back to you, and cringed a little. It was like a face of disgust with a fake laugh at the end. You were sober enough to see it, but drunk enough for it to piss you off for the rest of the night.

————•————

You turn the knob to the radio up. Whether you were trying to distract yourself from the irritation bubbling in your throat or just ease your mind in general, Atsumu picked up on it. “Fake it till you make it” they’d say, except that you could only hide your emotions to an extent that the liquor would allow.

Having not payed attention to your surroundings, when Atsumu pulled into a scarce parking lot it caught you off guard. His large hand rotated along the leather until he shifted the stick to park, and with a click he locks the doors. If it wasn’t him you’d have assumed you were being kidnapped.

He twists to you, “Kay, what’s the problem?”

“Nuthin partner,” you exclaim with sarcasm dripping off your words. Even if it was a minor look that shouldn’t have bothered you, it did because of the alcohol. And him asking that (with no type of attitude or invalidating tone as if he had no idea) irritated you even more.

His gaze slides back to the windshield while he attempts to hide a growing smirk. It darts back to you in amusement.

“Ya wanna play that way? Alright sweetness.”

He presses down on a glowing button connected to his door that reclines his seat. You only look at him intently as he mimics you with crossed arms, shuffling a bit to flaunt himself getting comfortable before his eyes close.

You stare angrily at him. As angry as you could get when he rests the large cowboy hat over his face. Fuck, he was hot with the thick belt on display and the manspread he boasted.

“What the hell are you doing?” You deadpan anyway.

“Waitin ‘till ya decide to drop the attitude ‘n tell me what’s the matter,” he sighs back.

“Fine, whatever.”

You fall back harshly to the seat and revert your attention to nothing in the windshield. Out of pure spite you’d sit here and count the blades of grass. Which this Atsumu knew, but he’d rather have this than drive you home angry at him.

About five minutes of your hiatus pass. You’ve calmed a bit but not by much, and one of you has to give in. You turn to Atsumu’s resting figure and take a deep breath, asking, “Why did you look at me like that?” You were unsure if he was asleep or not.

“Like what? When?” He inquires. His voice is slightly muffled by the hat atop his face.

“I don’t know. You like, cringed at me or something.” Your shoulders hunched up in emphasis, “At the party when I walked in.”

It was silence, then he removed the hat from his face to reposition it on his head and sit upright. He turns to you over the console.

“You know I’d never look at ya like that.”

You just gazed at him incredulously. He came in closer. “If anything, you looked too damn good for ma brother’s grubby hands all on ya.”

Ohhh.

You were too stricken to realize how his arm being thrown over you looked having just split apart at the party. Or a slightly tipsy Osamu leading you around, the twin of your boyfriend.

“That’s what it was? You were jealous?” You quipped. This caught his attention.

His jaw ticked, and even though he knows the answer to the question, he’ll refuse to admit it. He hates that word.

Jealous. Jealous of what? He’s the recognized setter. He’s the one with fans in his dm’s (because Osamu ignores his). And he’s the one with you. “What is there to be jealous of?” he’d question himself and his sanity all the time. Hell, he was even born first.

And he wishes to believe that all the time, except that only one of the twins has dyed blonde hair. It sells him out. The urge to be separated— different, is a drive he’s had since he was a child.

Seeing someone with such importance to him in too close of presence to that one person he wanted to be different from fucked him up.

“Sure, but I wouldn’t say jealous.”

You nibbled the inside of your lip and raised a brow, “What would you say?”

“Hmm… irritated, maybe? I know how ya feel about me. It’s sure as hell not how you feel about him.”

“Do you really?” You teased him. “Do you know how I really feel about him?”

“Do I?” He parrots as a grunt. The atmosphere switches to sexual tension in the second it takes for his big brown eyes to scan you as if he was searching for any hint of truth in your words, eventually not finding any but the thought alone shoving him over the edge.

You’re not sure if you were feeling it before, or if it’s the liquor, but that’s how you climbed over the console and into his seat.

His hands were large enough to cover the span of your bottom, large enough to cup whatever he saw fit in those embedded bootcut jeans you’d been wearing all night, and strong enough to guide your hips onto him roughly.

He couldn’t even take his eyes from them. It was so bad that he felt like a 13 year-old again. But he couldn’t help it; not when you filled out the jeans better than the lady on the website and your ass practically waved goodbye at him each time you would turn. A deep groan falls from him at the memory.

His pinkish lips attach to the supple skin at your neck and redden until he sees fit. You tilt as he kisses the spot like he was relaxing it, then more wet ones trail downwards to the swell of your breasts. You arch upwards and away from him.

Your soft moans mixed with his deep ones cloud your vision. He admires you, copying your movements and leaning back to slowly grind you against himself. There was a tent growing in his jeans at the slot located beneath you.

The loud sound of a honk causes you to physically jolt on top of him and his eyes to find yours. Your back was pressed against the wheel.

It didn’t deter the rush of adrenaline flowing through your bloodstream, so you throw the hand that isn’t pressed against the cool window to your chest in shock.

“Holy shit,” you breathe— half a moan and half surprise. He just chuckles. No slick comment, no anything. You were going to say something else comedic about what happened and how badly of timing it was, but that darkness was already in his eyes and it seemed that he’d forgotten about the situation completely. Or if he hadn’t, he had priorities.

You come forward onto him and rotate your hips along the erection below you to the rhythm he set. You catch the sound that falls from his lips and notice the way his eyebrows deepen and eyes close.

Skipping the softness and diving into territory you knew like the back of your hand, it was so passionate, and everything was so sultry. You could feel the moment heating when you begin to feel his tongue on yours, his head leaning to accommodate for the space lost in your mouth, and his position shifting with you on top because it was more than he could handle to have you sitting directly on top of his strained length.

You pull off, mainly for air, but also to taunt him: “Sometimes, I imagine you with a different hair color. A warm grey, maybe?”

Instead of what you thought he’d say, something about how your anger earlier stemmed from sexual frustration, or an insult about how wet your pussy was for him instead of his brother, his eyes don’t even open. The only confirmation that he heard it was the furrow of his brows and the deep groan. He leans in again immediately to feel you on him and it seems he has dismissed the comment completely.

His breathlessness shows itself to you, asking for you to give him strength, oxygen, or whatever else it was that he needed to live. His lips are puffy and his eyelashes are long.

You intake his bottom lip between your teeth while your fingertips graze his fallen hair, and you cherish the sound he makes when it plops back into place. Your hands rotate to his jaw so your head can turn comfortably into his mouth.

You feel yourself slowly falling forward, but it’s just Atsumu descending to lay flat on his back. The hat ultimately proves this difficult so you take it upon yourself to remove it and rest it on the console.

Then you crawl off him, turn to face the steering wheel, and begin to unbuckle the large accessory and shimmy your small shorts down. The tight space complicates things, but Tsumu doesn’t mind.

When you attempt to twist back to your lover, he grabs your hips firmly, forcing you to stay with your back to him. You glance over your shoulder confused.

He stares back with a smug expression, eyes low and amused at what he’s about to say next.

“Don’t think I’ll forget about yer little comment.”

You think for a moment to pinpoint which one. “Keep yer back to me so you can imagine him all ya want. Maybe you’d prefer it if you were bouncing on his cock instead.”

Your eyes blow wide.

Never in a million years did he think he would become comfortable enough with the topic of jealousy to use it against you like this. But maybe, just maybe, you’ll come to your senses and beg for who’s right in front of (behind) you. There’s no way to lose here, considering he’s 100% secure with your love for him.

“Tsumu you know I didn’t-”

“Ah ah, you’ve made yer choice.”

As punishment, he crosses his arms, making it clear he wouldn’t be touching you. He was essentially allowing you to use him to imagine your supposed attraction to someone else. His twin.

Slowly, you reach behind yourself and feel around for the zipper of his jeans. The cool metal reaches your fingers.

He does lift his hips to push the jeans to his mid-thigh once you get it down, efficaciously leaving his length thick and tall between your fingers. The pads of your fingertips soothe up and down his skin when you begin to stroke him.

He makes it a point to ensure his sounds of pleasure are low. Since you teased him about Osamu, you can’t back out now, and it’s his job to make sure it never happens again.

If you were imagining anything, it was Atsumu’s twisted up face of pleasure. So, instead of going through the trouble of completely removing them, you push your panties to the side and hover above his red tip. And then you’re sinking, sucking him in, bringing him to lean on his elbows for support so he can see. You manage, “that feels good, Tsumu.”

“Osamu,” he rectifies sternly.

He knows what you’re doing. You can’t butter him up. With nothing but your own wetness, it is a long journey to reach the bottom; once you are, despite being filled all the same, the emotions aren’t right.

The words should have never left your mouth in the first place. Little did you know, his twin brother’s name grinded through Atsumu’s teeth when even he himself said it, triggering a train reaction that tightens his fists at his sides. There’s a distant frown on his face, a far contrast to what you’re imagining it is.

Hopefully helping to reverse your damage, your palms stretch around his knees, aiding to push you to drag your walls all the way up until your thighs clench. It erupts a curse out of him, but that’s all you get.

“Please touch me, Tsumu,” and your hands go back to search for his, and you find them, to place around your hips. You’re slightly breathless. “I was just messing around.”

The muscles tense before retracting back to where they were previously, earning a grunt from you. The newfound irritation drops you back down thigh-to-thigh. There was a slight burn, but nothing you couldn’t handle and nothing compared to the one in your chest.

“You know it’s always been you—” back up you go, “—There hasn’t been a situation where I even, fuck, accidentally picked him.” And down again. The slap of skin only gets louder and louder each time. He’s listening, you think.

“Please, I miss f-feeling you. You’re the only one I want.” Your ass jiggles with impact now that you’ve set a pace for yourself. But even then he ignores you and just watches the scene unfolding in front of him, calculating when you’d get tired.

He knows you’ll go until you can’t move and he doesn’t think you’ve ever gone this consistent pace before. You’ll run out of gas in due time.

Meanwhile, it takes a lot to maintain his composure when you’re bouncing in front of him. The pigtails practically ask for his hands to be wrapped around the ends, the length of your back is on display, and your thighs are more defined with your “exercise.” There’s a line of translucent white that connects you and thickens every time you come down. He can only imagine your tits if they were let from the confines of your top.

He’s trying to get you to crack, and you’re trying him, but only one can come out victorious. He concludes it’s him when a long grunt carries in the car and you start to slow right as the heat gathers in your tummy.

“Ugh, Atsumu…” you halt momentarily to correct your hands on his knees, “P-Please, I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” And he can hear the pout in your voice. He doesn’t even want to think about your upturned eyebrows. Frankly, if he does, he may explode on the spot.

“Are ya really?” He tests. You’re happy just to hear his response.

“Yes.”

You drop your head forward, catching your breath and resulting to gyrating your hips along his waist. None of it matters in the end because you finally feel him rip your pigtail back.

In no more than a few seconds you’re bouncing again, both of his hands around your waist to help navigate your vertical movements. A fresh circuit brings power to your legs especially now that you’re doing less than half the work.

The moans and grunts are music to his ears. He can feel the car shift below him even more when he slams you down onto his thighs creating a red tint to the skin there, and it worsens when he gets to thrusting upwards, cutting you off halfway and finding deeper. His tip prods at your g-spot, right up against your front walls.

You don’t get to tell him. Releasing an animalistic noise and tightening up in the span of a second, the suddenness hits you hard. You squeeze his shaft as if milking him dry and your skin glistens with sweat. He loves watching you chase your high like he isn’t even there, but not more than when he drills into your cunt until you can’t take it. Maybe he should turn the air on in here.

When you’re done and come back to earth, you see a mix of your wetness dribbling down the side of him as your breaths feel like ten pound weights. You try again to turn around. He lets you, guiding the shift of your spin around on his tip and the process of finding somewhere to put your feet. You straddle him completely with them to the side of his hips.

You’re shocked when he kisses you, not gently but not as rough, bringing a hard hand down to your ass. Like he forgave you, but not quite.

“Think you can ride one more out f’me?” He caresses your legs.

You think about it. Honestly, your first reply is no, but there’s no better feeling than watching his facial expressions as you do it, and you didn’t get that luxury the last time. Your body may begin to run on its lactic acid because your legs are still trembling from the last orgasm; however, if it meant the sight, then you’d go until you collapsed. “Yes,” you breathe out.

And then you rise up to your toes with the little space you have, determined. With a slow drop and the slide back up, you moan together. “Good fuckin’ girl.” He sends another harsh slap to your cheek just to soothe it out when he’s done.

You watch his eyes flicker closed. His face is red with arousal and his chest was trying to contain the air about to pop out of his lungs. He was cursing under his breath some more.

You keep bouncing and lean forward over him, placing both hands on his cheeks while trying to keep your balance. At the feeling of your soft touch, his eyes blink open, eyebrows still sunken and the darkness clouding his vision.

“Look at me,” you command, hitting his balls every time you come down.

And he does just that, searching either eye above him, a toothy smile spreading across his face with his tired eyes. He laughs almost like it hurts (it does. One wrong move and there’ll be white painting your insides).

You laugh breathlessly too when his hand starts to move. Shifting your focus and following it, he grasps the folded top of the discarded cowboy hat to reach it up over your head. He presses down so it fits snugly.

Over the slapping, you hear him grunt: “Wear the hat, ride the cowboy. Now yer my real cowgirl, yeah?”

Your head drops into his neck, as far as the hat would let you go. “You’re so annoying.” And despite the seemingly cruel words, you suddenly feel the twist in your tummy, tightening around him from trying to stop it coming so fast. A non-convincing, pathetic whimper falls from your lips.

“Yer still fuckin’ yerself on my cock though, aren’t you sugar?”

It may sound strained, but it’s still the aggravating, cocky Atsumu you knew underneath. “Sit up,” he demands.

You do, feeling no self-consciousness as your entire body and spread legs are on display for him with the exception of your chest. On that note, he undoes the buttons faster than you’ve ever seen. Your hands propel you since being placed on your knees when the flannel falls past your shoulders, leaving the regular black bra underneath for him to push past.

He loved it. You’re like a painting, ruined for him, but that’s what makes it art right? The emotion behind it?

“Tsumu, ’m g-gonna come.”

There’s a million things going through his head: that he’s about to as well; that when you get home, he’s coming in right behind you; that your breasts look so pretty bouncing in front of him like the rest of you; but in your head, there’s one thing only. The pressure built that is almost at its peak. “Ya think Osamu knows how to play witcha like this? How to fuck ya like this?”

You shake your head no. He looks so determined watching you, it doesn’t shock you when he hastily raises upright and wraps a hand around your breast. His thumb continuously rolls over your nipple. “My name is the only one you’ll scream, ever. Ain’t that right?”

You don’t see the other that has crept up between your open legs, now pinching and prodding at your clit. Weakly, you nod yes.

“What was that?”

“Yes! F-Fuck yes.”

He looks up at you in your eyes, like he’s trying to reach the deepest part of you with his next words. “Let me see you.”

Your hands relocate to his neck desperately. One thing you can say about Atsumu during sex, he’s extremely vocal. And isn’t afraid to say anything. “I’m—”

“—Come all over me, baby, ya earned it. I’ll fuck this pretty pussy just how ya like when we get home.”

The crazy part is, it wasn’t even the encouragement that sent you over the edge. No, it was when both his hands locked around your hips, dragged you all the way down until you were against his pelvis, then rocked you back and forth, rubbing right into your sensitive nerves with the depth you couldn’t reach before and right along your clit. You threw your head back, crying his name.

It’s a chain reaction because all of his muscles tighten simultaneously, as well as his balls, and his cock twitches strong inside of you. You moan again at the feeling of his cum spreading through you. “Fuck.”

He’s still in a state of bliss when you sink into him, spurting out more than you think he ever has. It fills you up full, but you don’t move. You both stay there for a moment, catching your breaths.

The window is fully fogged over so you draw a little heart.

“Don’t move,” he pleads. “It’s worse fer you than it is fer me.”

You wiggle a bit, feeling everything else move inside. You see what he means. “We have to get up set some point before we fall asleep,” you return. There’s just a groan back.

Reaching over into the glove department, you retrieve some takeout napkins that have piled up over the months. You mentally prepare yourself to move.

It’s not enough because you both moan loudly when you raise up, only waiting a moment before white comes falling out of you in heaps onto his angry red, engorged cock. “Shit,” he grins tiredly. “That’s a lot.”

You only look at him. “You’re gonna override my birth control, dipshit.”

He adds languidly, “Oh well. Take 2 to cancel it out this time? Maybe?”

That’s not how it works.

©️ hxltic

[ericshoney]

Mean Prank ~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: Your brothers ask you to be in a car video, only to prank you by being really mean.

Warnings: Usual swearing, being mean (for the prank), crying.

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Nick, Matt and Chris were home in Boston for a while, which you were very happy about. They were there to help you with some school work and let you rant about stuff they would understand more than your parents. They were also there for you to joke around with.

Which resulted in a small prank war.

It started with you and Chris pranking Nick whilst he was asleep. You both put fake birds around his bedroom, much like the one Matt and Chris pranked him with in their earlier YouTube career.

Nick was pissed, so he wanted to get you back. This continued until all of you had something against the other. That was until you pranked all three of them at once. The guys then stepped up their game.

"So what's the prank?" Chris asked.

"We're gonna pretend to film a car video, she's been wanting to do one for a while, but we're going to be really mean to her to see how she reacts." Nick replied, reminding him on the prank.

"Will she get upset?" Matt questioned.

"We'll see if she notices it's a prank or not. If it goes too far we'll stop." Nick answered.

Matt and Chris both nodded as Nick went to find you. All of you then headed to the car, going to the guys usual car park to start the prank. You sat on your phone for a bit while they set up the camera and whilst you were distracted, it gave them the chance to start.

"Kid, get off your phone it's so rude." Chris started.

"I was waiting till we started to film." You mentioned, placing your phone down.

"The camera is all set." Matt said.

You nodded as Nick intro the video, you gave a small wave as he said you were here and what the topic was about.

"Today we have our little sister Y/n here! And today's topic, yes there is a topic, is about sibling fights and disagreements." He said.

"Will be fun." You said.

"Yeah cause you caused most of them." Matt mumbled.

"What?" You called.

"Well your the youngest, always thinking you can get your own way." He responded.

"Fuck off." You grumbled, a small smile on your face, thinking he was joking. Which he was, but held the laugh in for the prank.

"I remember when this motherfucker was born. I had a day planned with mum and she had to ruin it by being born early." Nick mentioned.

"You remember that one time she broke a Wii remote and tried to blame Trevor?" Chris called.

"Or that one time she stole your favourite hoodie and blamed Justin." Matt added.

"What is this, pick on Y/n video?" You called.

"Shut up." Nick replied.

The guys continued, their comments getting ruder and meaner. What broke you was Chris throwing an empty Pepsi can in the back, which hit your shoulder. You sighed and got out the car, walking across the car park.

"Kid get back in the car!" Matt shouted.

"No! Fuck off!" You shouted back.

The three shared a look, whilst also watching you. They noticed how you just went and sat by the store which was closed.

"We better tell her it's a prank." Chris said, making his brothers nod.

The three of them got out and came over to you quickly, Matt holding the camera. As they got closer, they noticed you were crying, but as you saw the camera, you covered it up.

"Sweetheart, it was a prank." Nick said softly.

"Real funny." You muttered.

"We're sorry kid, it's supposed to be a harmless prank. We didn't mean to hurt your feelings, we love you so much." Matt said.

“Why say all that stuff?” You asked quietly.

“We didn’t mean it, bub. It was all for a prank. We’re so sorry.” Chris said.

“We’ll make it up to you. Tomorrow we’ll take you out all day and do whatever you want, deal?” Nick suggested, holding his hand out. You smiled a bit and nodded, shaking his hand.

The guys smiled as they ended the video and you all went back to the car. Each of them saying sorry for the bad prank and knew they had to make it up to you.

[caeunot]

johnnie guilbert x reader

you find out your bf is a vampire🧛‍♂️ 18+

you were utterly infatuated with your boyfriend, everything about him gave a burning feeling inside of you in a way you can't explain. the way his cold skin felt against yours, the way his pale blue eyes sunk deep into your soul when you two make eye contact, the way he gently bites you every time you two are intimate.

you know for a fact that the feelings are mutual, even by the way the two of you act in public. he always has his hands on you somehow, whether it's putting them in your butt pocket of your dark black jeans or when he squeezes your thigh secretly under a table. but the biggest reason you know he's yours takes place when it's just the two of you, it's after a long day of spending time without him, maybe you spent time with friends all day or just worked, the reason didn't matter because all that matters is that he wasn't there. he stalks you as if your prey, watching you from afar, once he finds a perfect moment getting you alone he immediately goes all in, pushing you against the nearest wall while desperately trying to remove your clothes even if it meant ripping it in two. he was starved and you were the meal, he was dehydrated and you were water.

the nights lately were warm, you could feel summer coming around and it made you tense. you craved the sun but you knew you would miss the crisp air of december. you spent nights laying awake on your shared bed with johnnie, just in your bra and underwear. one thing about summer that you enjoyed was the fact you could wear such little clothes and almost always get away with it.

you knew it turned johnnie on and you claim that's not the reason why you do it, when it definitely is. the feeling of his fingers playing with the hem of your panties when you both were supposed to be asleep, once again you pretend to not notice and fake your breaths when you feel his fingers slip inside of you early hours of the morning. you couldn't let it show you were aware of what he does, you can't give him the satisfaction.

you often wondered how he could stay up so late into the night, not that you minded or that it bothered you but more that you were worried for his sake, sleep is extremely important for a person's health and you knew that very well.

"hey johnnie, can I ask you something?" you say after feeling him nuzzle into your shoulder once again in early hours of the morning. "why are you always awake this time of night" you turned around to face him. "you wana know why?" he says with an eerie tone. "more than anything" you say sitting up slightly, you tried to make eye contact with him but it was even too dark to tell where was his eyes and where was his mouth. "it's because.... I'm a vampire!!!" he says pouncing on top of you and tickling you till you have tears down your cheeks. "fuck you johnnie" you say with a smile as you wipe your face.

"okay be honest with me, lately I just can't help but wonder if you even get any sleep". you sat up and crossed your legs. "of course I sleep baby, don't worry" he says tucking a loose piece of your hair behind your ear. you give him a soft kiss and muttered 'okay' before going back to sleep.

you were in your room but everything was dark, you looked around into the ever growing black before spotting two dark red eyes glowing in the distance. you knew from story tales the one thing not to do is to follow the scary glowing eyes, but you felt a strong comfort when you looked straight into them. you stood up and slowly started staggering towards the red eyes, you felt a small sense of dread but not enough to stop you. the closer you went the more intense the eyes became, and the more you felt you couldn't look away, as if it were the only thing you ever needed.

you reached the eyes, underneath it a pair of sharp white teeth arose. it wasn't connected by any meaning to the floating eyes, but with both it could semi resemble a face. all of a sudden felt trapped and as if you couldn't move as if you were in sleep paralysis, no matter how much you told your body to move you stayed still until the teeth became bigger and bigger and swallowed you whole with nothing you could do about it.

you woke up soaked in sweat and hyperventilating, you have never had such a vivid nightmare. you winced as the bright light from outside shone directly into your eyes. the whole day felt like a blurr, almost on the verge of dissociation. johnnie was out the whole day filming something so you spent the day rotting away in the house. well maybe not rotting but you had nothing to do and you were definitely feeling his absence.

he came home around 6pm and he looked exhausted, you noticed the eyebags he usually drew on actually turned real and that his pale skin looked even paler, almost sickly. you joked around and said it's because he has been too busy with 'other things' than sleeping (meaning you). but instead of spitting something back, he just gave a weak smile and gave a flat "yea". being confused, you trailed behind him as he went into your bedroom.

"baby if there's anything I can do please let me know okay? you don't look well" you said putting your hand in his but he immediately shook it off. "I just need to be alone" he spat back in an irritated tone. you didn't want to leave him since he's never been this way before.

you slowly walked closer to him and gently put your arms around his waist and kiss the back of his neck and you felt him melt underneath you. he takes your hand in his and turns around. "please y/n, please go out for a bit" he says desperately. "I will once you tell me what's wrong". you cup his face in your and plant a small kiss on his dry lips. you then gave him another hug, this time resting your forehead on his shoulder.

'fuck' was the last thing you heard from johnnie before you felt something sharp sink into your neck. you scream and look to your right, you see your boyfriends mouth sunk deep into your skin. he looks different, as if his soul had gone back into him. you immediately try and pull him off of you but it was no use, all you could do was sit in horror as he used your neck like a straw. what felt like eternity later, johnnie pulled his teeth out and the moment he looked at your horrified face his expression changed, as if only realizing now what he has done.

in this exact moment you noticed the colour of his eyes was the same deep red of the blood dripping down his lips, and his teeth as razor sharp as knives. you were speechless.

instead of responding he fell to his knees and grabbed his head with his hands, sobbing on the ground. for some reason you pity the monster that left a gaping hole in you flesh. you slowly bend down and lift his chin up, getting some of your own blood on your hands. "look at me" you say as he hits your hand off once again.

"how can i fucking look at you after what i just did, i'm disgusting and i'm a monster and i should have never let you be with me in the first place" you sigh, "tell me everything, once you have we can decide what happens to us" he nods, still not looking into your eyes.

he explains himself that he is in fact a vampire, and how he was turned back when he was around 24, he was going through a rough mental stage and he resulted into using using harmful coping mechanisms as in drinking and smoking and ended up meeting a guy at a party who claimed he knew a way to help deal with the issues and help take his mind off of everything, the substances included.

now he is left with the consequences, not all was negative as he said he had some cool abilities as being able to control some minds and the ability to move at faster speeds but, none of this makes up for the fact that the only thing keeping you alive is the blood of others.

"if I haven't fed in awhile I get sickly and irritable, and I tend to feed on whatever is closest and those actions are always beyond my control.. like tonight" he finally looks back up at you, you feel yourself being sympathetic once again.

"I don't mind you using me for blood, not always of course but if your desperate I will always be here for you" he finally stands up and gives you a tight hug, "I don't deserve you" he whispers, still holding on.

he gets out the first-aid kit and starts disinfecting your wounds before putting plaster all over it. "how do you feel?" he says, admiring his handy work. "would it be bad if I asked you to do what you did on the other side too?" r you said pointing to your open neck, he rolls his eyes and pulls you in softly, "next time will be a lot more different baby, I promise"

❣

[starlightsuffered]

Make Her Finish (Hal)

Info - possessive Hal, horny Hal, discussing waiting till marriage to have sex, high sex drive, Hal being insecure, discussing faking orgasms, Hal not being verbal during sex, knife play, carving initials in skin, cutting away clothing, spitting in mouth, demanding praise, unprotected sex, accusing someone of faking an orgasm, ass slapping, slapping cock on body, injury, licking blood

"It is so good to see you sister," I said smiling.

"Yes, I was gone a long time, but it was well worth it. Edward is the love of my life. You must thank Hal for introducing us," she smiled.

"That's wonderful. I know you were waiting for your wedding night," I said. With how voracious Hal's sex drive was that hadn't been a possibility for us and I was happier for it. My sister had saved herself. "Was it all you dreamed?"

Her expression soured and she looked out the window. The grip on her tea cup tightened.

"He has, he has yet to me make me finish," she said dismally.

"What have you done?" | asked in genuine fascination. Hal never had this issue. I wondered what he would do if I didn't?

"I've been faking," she sighed.

"Faking? How would one even do that?"

"You moan and say you feel good and make your walls contract, it seems to work well," she said sheepishly.

"You need to tell him!" | urged.

"Why?" She asked. "He'll only be upset."

"Or he would try to get better," | offered.

"But, can you get better?"

"Absolutely, I've told Hal everything I like and he's given into my requests. I'm not sure what the monarch would do if he had found l'd faked an orgasm," | chuckled.

Very soon after my last sentence my husband came stalking into the room. I knew the lust filled look in his eyes.

"Do you need me your highness?" | asked immediately.

"Yes!" He said, and dragged me from the room. My sister seemed astonished but Hal was like this. He wasn't used to having his desires ignored. If he wanted something, he went and got it.

Once in his chambers I was thrown against the wall. He was always rough with me and I adored it. He kissed me hard and I gave him the same force. He lifted my skirts and harshly pressed my clit. He swallowed my whimper.

He broke our kiss to get his sword.

"You know, one day you'll empty the crown's treasury with all the dresses of mine you need to replace," ! chuckled. He loved cutting my clothing away instead of dealing with the skirts and lacing.

I could finally breath properly with the corset slit. Sure a little more belly protruded, but Hal often went on and on about my natural form. He was disrobing quickly.

He threw me over his shoulder, landing a smack to my ass. I adored it when he threw me down and was over me in an instant. His eyes were darker than I'd ever seen.

He grabbed my jaw, forcing open my mouth. He spat into my mouth, but kept it open so he could speak his words into it.

"Im going to fuck you, and all the the while you will tell me how good I feel," he said darkly into my mouth. I nodded obediently. He let go and I swallowed his saliva.

"Yes my King," I swore. He sheathed himself inside me after slapping both my thighs with my cock.

"Hal, you're so deep," | whined as he began to rut into me at a nearly unimaginable speed. He plunged in and out of my hurriedly. I heard his little grunt of effort and traced his popping veins. He was really pushing himself.

"You're so good at this. You were made for sex my lord, the length and girth of your cock, the speed you always have, the selflessness of the pleasure you provide," | praised him.

"Oh, fuck, your cock is the only thing that could make the Queen swear," I moaned as I writhed. He pulled out with a wet sound and I whined.

"Hal, what's going on?" I asked. He got his dagger. His eyes looked wild, he was in a different mind frame than me obviously. He was all desperation. He didn't even have the foresight to use the handle, instead he gripped the blade of the dagger, and without pushing too hard, carved his initials into my upper thigh. It only stung a little and his possessiveness made it worth it. He threw the dagger away and plunged back into me.

"Oh yes my king I'm yours, brand me if you like," I said bringing his injured hand to me. I let my tongue flick over the two parallel bloody lines. He let out a whimper at the sight.

'So good to me Hal, how do you outdo yourself every time?" | asked and he began to come, his expression bliss filled. I felt my eyes roll back into my head as his cock hit my g spot over and over. My walls clenched him. I sucked on his bloody hand as I came undone, my walls convulsing uncontrollably.

"That was amazing my King, but I do wish you would have talked more, I love your voice. I must ask though, it seemed like you were trying to prove something. Is there something on your mind?" I asked.

"You told your sister you faked an orgasm with me," he said softly.

"I did not!"

"You said you didn't know what l'd do if I knew," he countered.

"That was hypothetical. I've never NEVER had to fake with you. Every one is incredibly real. Her husband wasn't pleasing her and I was in wonder because you always do it perfectly," I said.

"Oh, sorry about your leg then," he said and bent to kiss the spot he'd cut.

"I don't mind," I smirked. "I like being marked as yours."

"I love you," he moaned.

[lastoneout]

Honestly, I don't say it often bcs I know how this site is but I really do think for a lot of survivors of abuse, especially abuse that went on for years and years, sometimes the message "it's not your fault, you didn't do anything wrong/to deserve this" while ABSOLUTELY TRUE* isn't actually super helpful. For a lot of us there's a LOT of guilt tied into it, and even if things were truly out of our hands we will not be able to accept that we are truly blameless, at least not at first, and maybe for some of us not ever. So being told "no dw you didn't do anything wrong <3 <3 you're innocent" feels...idk like some toxic positivity style lies. It doesn't make me feel better, because I still do feel like there were things that happened that were my fault, that were in my control, even an ethicist or god or whoever could look me dead in the eyes, weigh all the facts, and assure me of my complete innocence, and I still wouldn't believe it. (Tbh, you have to be ready to forgive yourself and trying to force it early does more harm than good.)

And I occasionally see movies and shows and stuff get roasted all to hell for having the audacity to go with a different message, to offer abused characters not a platitude about how they are innocent and should forgive themselves asap, but instead say "so what if it was your fault? so what if you fucked up? you're still alive, you still have time, your mistakes(or perceived mistakes) don't make you irredeemable scum who deserves to suffer, it's okay that you fucked up, what matters is what you do next, and even if the horrible thing was your fault in one way or another or you did actually hurt people, you still did NOT deserve to be hurt in turn" because people think that is like, admitting that the person in question is at fault when they almost always aren't....but as an actual survior, I'm sorry, you can tell me I'm innocent till the cows come home and I won't believe it. What I need to hear is that even if it was my fault I didn't deserve to be treated that way. I still deserve help. I deserve to keep going. I am not forever stained by my mistakes. I deserve a future free from this pain.

I think before we look at things in this like...grand moral way where we try to make sure we're sending the most Correct and Healthy Message Possible, sometimes it's worth asking if that message is actually the one the people it's about need to hear. I'm sure for some people it is very freeing to be told it's not their fault, but that kind of message does not resonate with me. And I, as well as people like me, deserve to expirience stories about us that are cathartic, that resonate, that make us feel seen, and to not have to see everyone and their mom throw a fit because what helps us is "problematic".

Anyway this has been mulling around in my head for a while and I def have a lot more to say about the way guilt manifests in trauma born of abuse, but yeah I just feel like this is something that should be talked about when we bring up abuse narratives and how well written they are and if they send the Correct Message, because the "Correct Message" is never going to be the same for everyone. And that's true of ANY demographic you could choose to represent!

Like some disabled people might enjoy the "magically healed" trope while others find it offensive. Some trans people like stories where transitioning is easy as drinking a potion or getting a fancy futuristic surgery and some find that that trivializes their struggles. Some queer people want stories where there's just no homophobia at all, others find that a world without it feels fake and patronizing. Some women do want to read stories about how keeping hearth and home is noble and empowering and others want read about women who have other jobs and never have kids or get married. For some of us "you're beautiful no matter what" is lovely and some of us just want to be told being fat and hairy and having acne and scars and shit is normal and fine. Or, like the last post I reblogged says, sometimes "you're not a burden" doesn't hit as well as "being a burden isn't a bad thing". No one type of representation is ever going to work for everyone, and that doesn't mean one type of rep is objectively wrong and the other is objectively right.

So yeah, the next time you find yourself angry because you think a story is sending the wrong message about a marginalized or harmed group, maybe stop for a second to ask yourself if it's actually harmful...or if you're not the person who the story is speaking to, and if there's someone it is talking to who desperately needs to hear what it has to say.

(*Getting ahead of this now: Do not put words in my mouth. I am not saying that any abused person in any way deserved their abuse or was at fault for it happening, that is not up for debate. The fault is always in the hands of the person who chose to hurt them. I'm just saying it's nuanced and complicated and guilt is a huge fucking issue that survivors have to deal with all the time and it's not wrong to acknowledge that some of us are always going to feel like we did something wrong and not be eased by being told otherwise even if the person saying it is 100% correct and/or means well. I do not have time for people who are going to willfully misinterpret me. You will be blocked.)

[misshoneyimhome]

What think about a smut where Willy he finds out that you faked an orgasm so he gives you an experience that you won’t forget?

#slutforwilliamnylander

Oh babe! You can't just spring something like this on me - there were loads of possibilities here 🙈 And naturally, I couldn't quite make up my mind on how to approach it, so I opted for a more straightforward route - but there were countless potential outcomes here 😜

Willy would of course never let you off the hook for faking it - need I say more? - but we all know that reaching the peak isn't always a walk in the park, even for the most skilled 😉

So, having said that, I hope you find it enjoyable 🤍

Tropes & warnings; established relationship; Smut 18+; unprotected sex, cum inside, oral stimulation (f receiving), fingering, tying up, sex toy (vibrator), overstimulation, more unprotected sex (p in v), more cum inside;

Word count; 4.8K

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny @justwanderingbutneverlost @cixrosie

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Fake it till you make it I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️💦

You knew you were taking a risk as soon as you did it. You had never done it before. But tonight, just wasn’t your night, and you ended up faking an orgasm while being intimate with your boyfriend, William Nylander.

William was always amazing in bed - on the sofa, on the kitchen counter, in the shower, in the car – the list went on, but no matter where you were, he always made sure you reached climax. At least once, and preferably twice or more.

Just not tonight. Maybe you were too stressed out about work, or maybe your body and mind just weren’t in sync. But whatever the reason, you just couldn’t get there. Even though he felt so good inside you, moving at different paces as he listened to your moans, even hitting your G-spot with the tip of his cock, it still didn’t do it.

You even tried suggesting switching things up a bit – carefully not mentioning that you weren’t close – and as William took you from behind in doggy style, usually the perfect position to make you both moan loudly and climax together, it seemed that William was the only one about to come.

And at this point, you had given up on your own orgasm. If this position, with the intensity of William’s thrusts, didn’t do it for you, nothing would. So, instead, you did what you never thought you’d do with him inside you; you faked your moans louder, consciously clenched your walls around his member as a signal of your fake pending orgasm. And then, as you heard his deep groan, mixed with the words, “Fuck yes baby, I’m about to come,” you also pretended to climax.

Even after he had shot his load into your depth, you kept up the act by pretending to gasp for air as you came down from your fake high. Yet, when William then held you close as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty.

_

Your sex life with William had always been described with words like amazing, mind-blowing, incredible, and overwhelming. Occasionally, you even had light physical challenges after an intense night with your boyfriend – especially when he’d returned from a road trip, and you were both longing for each other’s touch. But it was always worth it.

From the very beginning, he had had a knack for navigating your body, finding the erogenous zones, and stimulating you just right. He was the first man you’d been with who took the time to find your sensitive spots and simply enjoyed your moans and small squirms when he did something just right. Whether he used his fingers, his mouth, both, or his cock, William always found ways to make you moan his name loudly, mixed with cries of pleasure as your juices covered him. And usually, he’d never be in doubt whether you’d come or not.

Of course, there were times of trial and error with positions, angles, and timing. You were both rather creative and adventurous in exploring each other and finding new ways to stimulate one another, though it wasn’t always without small challenges. Figuring out how to bend the legs without it hurting too much, avoiding gagging too hard, tying something just right – loads of things had happened over time. However, most of the time, you both managed to reach climax. Only a few times had William not been able to come, but that had just been because he was too tired after an intense match or training. And instead, he’d just focused on how many times he could make you come.

So, it was nothing but a mystery to you why you hadn’t been able to reach your high. And what surprised you even more was that William hadn’t noticed you’d been faking it. Though you never really liked the sound of your own moans, you were sure they sounded different when you faked them. Yet, it seemed your little act had convinced him.

It’s not that it hadn’t felt good. In fact, it had felt just as amazing as per usual. You could sort of feel the orgasm building up, so maybe your moans weren’t completely fake. However, you just couldn’t push yourself over the edge into that blissful state of mind. So, you settled for simple, nice stimulation, while William managed to fuck his way to his own climax.

In a way, you wanted to tell William, as you knew communication was key to incredible sex with a partner. However, you feared he might be too disappointed or even annoyed with you for not saying anything in the moment. And with his focus on the end of the regular season, you decided to live and let go. You convinced yourself it was just a one-off and perhaps it was better to ignore it and move on so you could enjoy the next time you and William were intimate.

Yet, that evening didn’t quite start the way it usually did.

_

What seemed like a regular Saturday game day against the Detroit Red Wings quickly turned into something much more sexual. While William was still completely unaware of your little act a few nights ago, you were chatting with your best friend about how to handle it.

And unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had just returned from his morning skate in order to rest before the match. So, while you were in the kitchen, chatting away as you made pancakes for his return, he simply stopped his movements.

“I swear, it has never happened before,” you said, looking at the delicious pancake you were preparing. “I just had to fake it… I know it wasn’t the best thing to do… yeah, I know, but Willy was giving his all, and it did feel so good… I know he’s got these moves that just make me ugh… they’re so good… I know, and I still couldn’t get a fucking orgasm… I know… hmm, yeah… but I don’t want to tell him with the last few games coming up… hmm, yeah… I don’t know, it’s not like he’s bad in bed or anything… it was just one time – I’m sure it won’t happen again, right? … Yeah, maybe, I’ve been quite stressed about work… alright… yes, we’ll chat soon.” You hung up and let out a soft sigh as you prepared the next pancake.

What you didn’t know was that William had heard every bit of your conversation as he stood in the entryway. He hadn’t wanted to interrupt and instead ended up accidentally eavesdropping. But it didn’t take much to connect the dots: you’d faked an orgasm while having sex with him.

And naturally, he couldn’t accept that.

_

Being good in bed was something William knew he was. It wasn’t something he’d brag about, except maybe occasionally to the boys when they were chatting about girls, but he just knew he was skilled when it came to the female body.

If not, then all the girls he’d been with had been great at faking it. Including you. And to say he’d been with several women might be a bit of an understatement. Not that William necessarily used to hook up with a new girl every week, but before you came along, he had a handful of female names in his contact list that he’d bring over when he needed it.

But then he met you. Someone who caught him completely off guard, even though he didn’t think he’d be up for dating.

You simply came into his life without a warning, and almost immediately, he was intrigued by you. It started as nothing but a simple one-night stand, where you got a pretty good taste of who William Nylander was. But then the one time became two times, and then your name was added to the existing contact list.

To put it in short, you were a great match for him. You showed up when he wanted and gave him the space he needed. It was simple and uncomplicated. However, as weeks turned into months, things just kept progressing, and William suddenly found himself wanting to see you more than the other girls on his list. You were the first one he’d call or text, and to his surprise, he’d feel disappointed when you weren’t available, having to settle for someone else instead.

This though, wasn’t something he’d really experienced before. With you, he simply felt a different connection. It wasn’t just sex between the two of you; it was so much more. You would laugh, talk, and cuddle. Quickies turned into longer sessions where you’d explore different positions and angles, maybe even toys if you felt like it. Late-night sex became late-night talks, and the moments when you’d grab your things and leave turned into you staying the night and showering at his place before heading off to work in the morning.

It was simple enough.

However, with William’s demanding career and schedule, and trying to manage your own work-life balance, you knew you couldn’t keep going like this. Though you liked William more than anyone you’d ever liked before, you knew this casual thing wouldn’t work out in the long run.

So, you gave him a choice—something you initially weren’t too keen on doing but felt was necessary. You told him either you’d keep it to only sex and nothing more, or you’d date and explore the idea of being exclusive.

William, of course, didn’t like the idea of having to choose, but he understood your position. And being a typical guy in his mid to late twenties, his first choice was to keep it just sex so he could focus on hockey. And surprisingly enough, this arrangement worked out alright – well, at least for a few weeks.

As is common in friends-with-benefits scenarios, William realised he didn’t like the idea of you starting to see someone else. And the mere thought of not having you available if he let you go made him swiftly change his mind, so he agreed to make it exclusive.

And this turned out to be one of the best choices he’d ever made. The shift from friends with benefits to romantic lovers felt almost natural and went a lot smoother than you’d expected. So soon after, you made it official to your friends and families (who weren’t really that surprised), as well as on his social media account—which, for you, was a huge step.

_

But when William heard your little confession to your friend, he decided to act as cool as possible about it—because naturally, you shouldn’t get the chance to be prepared for what he suddenly had in store for you.

Instead, he used the element of surprise to his advantage and greeted you with a simple kiss as he entered the condo and found you in the kitchen, his hands resting on your hips as his lips found the crook of your neck as you’d finished your call.

“Well, hello there, mister,” you chuckled lightly, flipping over the pancake.

“Mmm, smells so good, baby—you’re spoiling me,” William mumbled into your neck, his hands still tightly on your hips.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Of course, you deserve nothing less.”

“Yeah, because you faked it the other night…” William thought, yet he kept that to himself.

“Can’t wait, babe,” he instead simply said, before placing a kiss on the back of your head and making his way to the fridge to grab his favourite toppings.

You then flashed him a great smile, thinking everything was good and that he was just tired after his morning training. And so, you finished the last couple of pancakes before joining him at the dining table.

Yet, as the two of you enjoyed the deliciousness, you couldn’t help but sense something was off when William didn’t talk much. Usually, he’d praise you a lot more for making him pancakes without him asking for it. And though he knew you could have just made them as a gesture before the playoffs, he seemed to sense that you did it out of guilt.

And he wasn’t completely wrong. Even though you didn’t realise he was onto you, you made an effort to put him in a good mood before tonight's game by playing your best cards. But William had something else on his mind. He felt like you had deceived him, and he couldn’t just head off to the game tonight without making sure you had learned your lesson.

So, after you both finished the pancakes and tidied the table, you would have expected him to go for his usual afternoon nap, yet, to your great surprise, he simply walked slowly towards you as you stood by the dining table.

"What’s up, Willy?" You asked with curiosity as his grin widened. But he didn’t reply. Instead, he gently lifted you to sit on the table, and hooked two fingers under the hem of your comfy shorts as well as knickers, before tucking them down as he knelt before you.

Helping him by lifting yourself a little, you couldn’t help but smile as you anticipated what he was about to do. William was certainly skilled in the art of oral pleasure, and you never missed an opportunity to let him indulge in your core. And given that this particular scenario before a match wasn’t entirely uncommon, you simply relaxed into his movements, leaning back on the table as he positioned himself before you, lifting your legs over his shoulders while he kissed his way up your inner thighs.

Soft moans escaped your lips as he drew closer and closer to your most sensitive area. And as soon as his expert mouth made contact with your delicate flesh, you couldn’t help but let out a louder moan, tilting your head back and closing your eyes, while running your hand through his hair.

"Oh yes, Willy!" you moaned breathlessly, feeling arousal starting to pulse through your body and mind.

You could almost sense William smirking against your throbbing centre as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping your hips in place as they occasionally lifted upwards in response to his ministrations.

It was sheer bliss as he sucked and licked your core, his tongue alternating between flicking your sensitive clit and delving into your entrance. He simply showed no restraint.

William’s aim was solely to make you squirm under his touch, to elicit louder and louder moans as he drove you closer to orgasm. And he could already sense it when your thighs pressed against him, your fingers tugging at his hair, your heels digging into his back, and your breath becoming rapid.

But as you quickly neared climax, he abruptly stopped and withdrew from your warmth.

"What—?" you panted, swiftly opening your eyes to find a thoroughly satisfied boyfriend before you. "Willy?" you asked, still bewildered by his sudden halt.

But William's plan had worked perfectly. And with a giant smirk, he slowly hovered over you, coming intensely close to your ear so you could feel his hot breath and smell your own juices on his glistening lips and beard.

"Not so fun to be teased, huh?" he chuckled darkly, pulling back gently to meet your gaze. His pupils dilated, his grin wide and almost devilish as he growled deeply. "Yeah, I know about your little act the other night... You think you can fake it with me? Hmm, I think I'll have to teach you a lesson and make sure it never happens again."

You were left utterly baffled, in disbelief. You knew William possessed a dominant character, especially in the bedroom, but you had never heard him growl like that. And never before had he denied you an orgasm in such a manner. He had skilfully brought you to the brink of climax faster than ever before, only to leave you hanging, without release, and simply strutted off to his match.

"That motherf-..." you muttered under your breath, still lying on the table while William busied himself getting ready for the arena.

Normally, he wouldn’t be in such a rush to leave, as he was usually the last to arrive. But today was entirely different, and a giant smirk was plastered across his handsome face as he left you high and dry – well, more accurately, almost high and definitely wet.

_

The match against the Red Wings didn’t end well for the Leafs, unfortunately. Despite all the players giving their all, the result was a disappointing 5-4 victory for Detroit.

And with the intense match, packed with power plays, penalties, hits, and more, you assumed William had long forgotten about the little encounter the two of you had before he left for tonight’s game. Even you had nearly forgotten about it as you felt the rush of adrenaline while watching from the side-line.

However, to your surprise, the loss only seemed to fuel William's inner fire even more. And as he quickly whisked you away from the hallway, almost interrupting your conversation with Sanna, he grabbed your hand and led you to the car park.

"Willy, slow down," you tried to say as you hurried to keep up with his pace. But your boyfriend had no intention of slowing down. And as you sat in the car, ready to head home, he simply gave you a dark, stern look while biting his lower lip.

"You don’t get to tell me what to do, baby... I'll be the one to tell you."

His words were simple, yet his voice dripped with raw desire and pure lust. It was a side of him you hadn’t truly experienced before, only catching glimpses of it after an intense night. But tonight, it seemed like you were getting the full show. And you couldn’t help but feel your arousal building at the mere thought of what he might do to you.

However, you shouldn’t get too excited just yet. William had already started the game by teasing you earlier, and you sensed he was still up to no good. So, as he navigated through the streets of Toronto, you tried to control your breathing and relax as much as possible.

You were nothing but curious to find out more about his plan, and fortunately, you didn’t have to wait long. As soon as you entered the lift taking you to one of the high floors, William pinned your hands above your head, pressing you against the wall as his lips crashed onto yours.

His tongue forcefully pressed against your lips, seeking entrance, and you immediately obliged, letting his tongue explore yours. It was already incredibly hot and steamy, and you hadn’t even reached the apartment yet.

And as soon as you reached the floor, William left you breathless, before he dragged you to the front door of the condo, where he simply threw you over his shoulder, giving your arse a quick, hard slap before he carried you to the bedroom, where he tossed you onto the mattress.

“So, you think you can fake an orgasm?” he chuckled darkly, untying his tie with a smirk spreading across his face.

Though you couldn’t help but smile a little, gazing up at him with pressed lips, you shook your head. Leaning back on your arms for support, your eyes followed his every move as he undressed down to his boxers, still grinning before he knelt onto the bed.

“So, you didn’t fake it?” he inquired with a cocked brow as he crawled closer, his movements naturally spreading your legs. Then leaning over your body, placing an arm on each side, he gently forced you to lie down on your back.

And this time, you nodded. “I did…” you admitted in a light whisper, trying your best to suppress a smile.

“Hmm,” William merely groaned. “I guess we’ll have to make up for it then.”

You knew William wasn't exactly Christian Grey, or any other extreme dom. For the two of you, it was usually more about fun and play rather than something serious and structured. And though he had a naturally dominant character, you were equals in bed, often smiling and giggling as you pleased each other.

So, when he said he wanted to teach you a lesson, you knew it was more of a playful tease than an actual reprimand.

“Stay still,” he then simply commanded before crawling back, leaning down to reach for his tie. Of course, you complied, curious to see what he had in mind. And as he then came back and placed your hands above your head, doing his best to tie the fabric around your wrists and connect them to the headboard, you felt an exciting sensation coursing through you.

“Be a good girl for me.”

His commands were simple, and you knew better than to misbehave. Instead, you wanted to play along to ensure both of you felt pleased. And as you remain in position, William slowly began to undress you, removing your jeans, socks, and then your bottoms, leaving you in just your jersey, proudly displaying his last name and number – which he seemed to enjoy a little too much.

With your core fully exposed to him, you couldn’t help but let out a light gasp as you felt the cool air brush against your sensitive area. Especially when William carefully ran his larger hands over your thighs, spreading your legs wider to give him the perfect view of your cunt.

“Mmm, yes… and it’s all mine,” he muttered under his breath as he slowly let his fingers draw closer, gently sliding them between your folds, feeling your wetness.

“Oh Willy…” you moaned softly as he brushed over your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you.

“You like that, baby?”

Of course, you did. William was incredibly skilled at pleasuring you, and he knew it. So, you simply nodded, keeping your hands in place as your eyes followed his movements and you bit your lip. “Mmm, yes…” a soft whimper escaped you. It was almost embarrassing how needy you sounded, but you couldn’t help it. William had you completely under his control, and your body was his to use.

As he then pressed a finger against your entrance, you let out another soft moan.

“So wet already? We haven’t even started,” William chuckled as he easily slid his middle finger inside you, feeling how wet you were for him as he gently massaged your inner walls.

“Mmm yes… just for you,” you moaned, feeling the pleasure slowly building within you as he curled his finger at just the right angle.

“That’s it, baby... all for me,” he growled once more, adding another finger and stretching you a little further as he pumped his digits in and out. “Is this what you want? Will this make you come?”

His questions were somewhat rhetorical, but you couldn’t help but nod in response. Meanwhile, the wet sounds of his fingers working inside you only spurred him on further. William knew your body well, and this was definitely a good sign.

So, curling his fingers at just the right angle to find that particularly sensitive spot, he increased his speed and force, fingering you with the sole mission of pushing you closer to orgasm.

And he was succeeding. With your hands tied firmly above your head, you couldn’t help but let the pleasure consume you, surrendering to his touch as you closed your eyes and allowed your mind to drift freely, embracing the approaching climax and the euphoria that followed.

“Yes, Willy… yes…”

And just like that, you let out a louder moan as he pushed you over the edge into a blissful high. Bucking your hips upwards, arching your back, and tilting your head backwards as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, you surrendered to the ecstasy.

Reaching the peak was nothing short of amazing, yet as you slowly calmed from the high and opened your eyes, you were met with a thoroughly satisfied William before you.

“Was that good?” he chuckled, prompting another nod from you. “Well, then I guess we’ll have to do it again then.”

You understood William’s mission. Since you’d faked one orgasm, he was determined to see how many more he could elicit from you. And this was just the beginning of many more to come.

The next one came from something entirely different: namely a vibrator. Though William wasn’t usually one to incorporate toys into your intimacy, tonight seemed like the perfect opportunity to change that.

“So, you couldn’t come from me fucking you, huh? But maybe you could with this?” he said as he knelt between your legs once more, bringing the buzzing toy closer to your heat. And quickly a cry of pleasure escaped your lips as the vibrating sensation made contact with your sensitive flesh.

“Oh yes…” you moaned louder this time, your legs almost trembling as he dragged the toy against your folds and clit, bringing you even closer to your second climax by every movement. And with your hands tucking on the fabric above your head, you couldn’t do anything but let him play with you.

However, as much as William enjoyed your whimpers and cries beneath him, he found even greater pleasure in hearing you moan out his name when you reached your peak. So, he didn’t delay in allowing you to reach your orgasm. And seeing the wetness he was creating between your legs, the sheets completely soaked from your juices, filled him with satisfaction.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” he breathed deeply before leaning down to forcefully capture your lips, stealing away all your breath as he kept the toy against your heat.

But it became too overwhelming. And upon reaching your third orgasm quickly after, you let out another soft cry. “Please, Willy…” you pleaded in a whisper. “I want you…”

And that was all the encouragement he needed to toss the vibrator across the room, swiftly removing his last piece of clothing and freeing his incredibly hard and throbbing cock.

Then moving into the missionary position once more, he leaned in close to your ear. “You want me?” he growled once again, his member pressing against your core as the tip teasingly brushed against you.

“Yes, Willy… please... fuck me.”

And your words spurred him to thrust himself entirely into your depths with one forceful movement, eliciting a loud moan from you.

“Fuck!” you almost screamed as he hit the deepest parts inside you.

But that only drove William wilder. Feeling his own urgent need for release, he swiftly picked up the pace, pounding into you with vigorous motions, stimulating your walls with each movement.

“Shit, yes, baby,” he moaned in sync with you, your breaths mixing in the close distance as he thrusted mercilessly.

It was almost too much for you to handle. Your arms above you felt sore, and your lower body was close to going numb from the intensity. However, your mind was completely immersed in a euphoric haze as William brought you to your fourth and probably most intense orgasm.

You couldn’t even warn him about it. However, he knew by the way your eyes remained closed, your head sinking into the mattress, your breaths becoming incoherent, and your muscles tightening around him. And this time, William was sure it wasn’t fake.

Mixed with beads of sweat on your skins, caused by the intense activity, he could almost feel himself being soaked by your essence as he continued to pound into you. And with your loud moans echoing through the room, coupled with the sound of skin colliding, William then pushed himself closer to his own release. With a deep grunt, he finally reached his much-desired climax, releasing strings of cum deep inside you.

The air felt thick and heavy as you both gasped for breath, slowly coming down from the pleasure-induced high and regaining strength in your bodies. With slow and gentle movements, William managed to untie your hands from the knot.

He wanted to hold you close, and you wanted the same. However, with the heat radiating from both of you, you simply rested next to each other, turning your heads to share wide smiles.

“So,” William breathed, turning his body to lean on his arm and elbow. “Just to make sure... this wasn’t fake, was it?”

You couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, turning to face him with a cocky grin. “Hmm... I’m not sure,” you teased, prompting William's signature laughter.

“Well, in that case,” he smirked once again, positioning himself on top of you and causing you to roll onto your back. “Maybe we should do it again... just to be sure.”

You knew he was teasing, yet the devilish glint in his eye had you doubting. And with your body already sore and overstimulated, you knew what the sensible answer should be. However, as the playful banter between you two was a never-ending game, you couldn’t resist the challenge.

“Maybe we should.”

Did you immediately regret it? Perhaps. But did you end up experiencing two more intense orgasms? Yes, indeed you did.

[aliwritex]

more age gap, alonso!reader x daniel (i don’t love this but it’s alright) it’s filthy 18+

"Fuck, need you now"

Trying not to fail every single class, you had decided to only go tho one Grand Prix a month, but, God, was it killing you. You could not thing about anything else when you were away and Daniel didn't help at all. He was always texting you something provocative, asking for pictures or sending you some of himself. You had missed the Canadian and Austrian GPs, meaning you hadn't seen each other in about five weeks till Daniel convinced you to go to Silverstone.

And now you were in his hotel suite, straight out of the airport, topless with your back pressed against the wall.

“Good to know i’m not the only desperate one” he said as he picked you up from the ground, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist, and took you to the bedroom.

Daniel sat down on the edge of the bed, a rough kiss connected your lips as you pushed his back down onto the mattress but he was quick to flip you over, hands pressing your wrists onto it. You groaned into his mouth at the agressive motion making him pull away. He could feel the goosebumps forming on your skin as he started kissing down your neck, then your chest, and left a kiss right under your ribcage, the spot he knew would make you squirm. Daniel went even lower, stopping at the band of your sweats that hung low on your hips, he bit at it teasingly before making his way back up, his nose and plump lips brushing against thin material of your bra. His hands finally let go of your wrists when he took then to your chest, pulling your bra down to reveal your boobs, your nipples almost hurting as they met the cold air of the room but that was quickly taken care of by his mouth that wrapped around the left one as his hand cupped the other one.

The way his hands looked so big on your body made you lose your mind every time, God, he could fit both your breasts in one hand if he wanted to. Your hands made their way to his head, fingers tangling into his hair and pushing your chest onto his face, he only pulled away when he ran out of breath, looking up at you, his eyes so intoxicating you let out a sigh. His hands reached behind your back, unhooking your bra before standing up to take it off. You watched as he took the oportunity to slip your sweats off too and kneeled to the ground.

"Why do you make this feel more inapropriate than it is?" he sighed when he saw your underwear. It was obvious that you had picked them out porpously, they were covered in tiny pink flowers and had a bow right on top, the look of fake inocence getting to him.

"I don't know what you're talking about" you teased, earning a slap to the side of your thigh, one that made you gasp out of surprise.

Daniel shook his head in disaproval, his lips and nose brushing agaisnt your thigh in the process. He had his hands on your calves as he sat back on his ankles, starting to kiss up your inner thigh.

"Dan, please" whined, legs crossing behind his back to pull him closer.

"God, I forgot how damn impatient you are" He notted before kneeling up and hooking his arms under your legs.

His kisses got higher and closer to where you needed him most, till he finally kissed your clit through your thin underwear and his fingers circled at the growing wet spot on it. The anticipation had gotten you extremely sensitive, even the scratching of his beard to your skin sending goosebumps all over your body. He smiled at your reactions, loving to tease you and watch your squirming body beg for more. Daniel finally took his hands to the band of your underwear, pulling it down slowly till they hit your feet, you had gotten so wet in the past minutes that your cunt was glistening, right in front of his face, a view so irresistible that he had to dive in immidiately.

You could hear the relief in the sigh that left your mouth when his tongue finally met you, leaving small licks directly to your clit. His arms were spreading you apart as he took the nub between his lips and into his mouth, the small action making you throw your had back into the matress. Daniel wanted tease you and push you to your limits but in seconds his tongue was lapping at your cunt like it was his last meal. The taste, the smell and the feel of you making his pants grow tighter by the second, he needed you on him but he knew from previous experience that you would never be able to take him without preparation so he started poking your hole with his finger. By the time his digit made it in you were ready for more, the second one joined it shortly after, both his fingers spreading you open.

When he started curling his fingers all Daniel could hear were your sweet little moans getting louder as you aproached your high. He could feel it coming just as much as you, the clenchung around his fingers and the tensing of your legs giving it up. Your hands that had previously been grabing at the sheets above you dropped to his hair again, the tugging making him groan onto you. At that point, the vibrations of the groan being enough to tip you over the egde and make you come around his fingers, clenching so tight that he could barely move them.

"Fuck" you sighed.

Daniel smiled cockly, his ego going through the roof when he was with you. "C'mon, ass up, wanna see you arch f’me"

You quickly obeyed him, flipping on your stomach and lifting your ass up on your knees, arching your back as much as you could and burying your face in the pillow in front of you. Daniel almost groaned at the sight, realizing this was his favorite position to fuck you in. You questioned his presence fading away behind you till he showed up in your vision field, already stripped out of his pants and reaching for a condom in the drawer next to the bed. You felt yourself clench in anticipation as he made his way back to you, the seconds that took him to put on protection felt like ages and it drove you insane but it was all worth it when his tip finally poked at you.

Groans left both of your mouths as you let the feeling you had been waiting for weeks take over your bodies. Daniel starts moving slowly, watching as your cunt struggled to take him, it was always a stretch but you managed it beautifuly. He swore that was one of the prettiest views in the world, you taking him from behind. In a matter of minutes he was slamming into you, so hard that it made your body jolt forward with every thrust. His hands were tightly gripping your waist, pulling your body back to his as yours tried to grasp at the pillows above you.

You suddenly felt his body fold over your own, his chest sticking to your back with the layer of sweat that covered your bodies. One of his hands reaching up to take yours as his lips met your neck. His mouth worked the spot behind your ear that he knew to drive you insane, kissing and nibbling on it. You felt all your thoughts slipping out of your mind as his hips snapped against yours, mouth agape, sounds coming from the back of your throat. Daniel could feel the vibrations of your vocal cords as he kissed your neck and slowly made his way to your lips, capturing your own in a sloppy and messy kiss. You groaned into it, driving him insane.

“You feel so good, darling. So tight” he whispered in your ear before pulling away.

The praise and the change of position made you groan louder, the noises leaving your mouth uncontrollably. Daniel took his hand around your hip and to your clit, two of his long fingers circling it. A moan escaped his lips when it made your walls clench around him. You were unbelievably close again, the pleasure building up quickly inside of you, down your stomach and up your insides as his cock stroked them deliciously. You would’ve warned him about it if you could have formed a sentence but he was fucking you so good, all the words slipped out of your mind so all that could come out of your mouth as you came were moans and whines of his name. Your hips were about to collapse onto the bed but he held you up.

“C’mon, love, hold on just a little more f’me.” he whispered to your ear, his body folded over yours again as he snapped his hips a few last times before coming. “Fuck, there you go.”

He slipped out almost immediately, letting you flop on your side as he laid in front of you. Daniel watched you come back from your fucked out state, your breathing getting steadier, lips closing and body relaxing completely. You wanted to admire him too but you felt so tired and you couldn’t keep your eyes open if you wanted to. He placed a kiss to your forehead before getting up and waking way. The man came back a few moments later, dressed in boxers and holding two water bottles in his hands.

“You should go to the bathroom before you sleep” he suggested, handing you the water.

You knew he was right so you collected all the strength you had left in your body and walked into the bathroom. After cleaning up you washed your face, catching how the traveling had dried out your skin, and made your way into the bedroom again.

“Is there any chance you have a face moisturizer? my skin is so dead after the plane and mine is in my room.” you asked Daniel, that was already under the covers on his phone, he nodded.

“That one over there” he pointed at a small bag on top of his suitcase and gestured for you to take it to him.

You grabbed it, taking the opportunity to pull one of his shirts out too. You sat with your legs crossed beside him and put it on as he looked for the cream in the bag.

“Didn’t know you did skincare”

“I don’t, the thing is full” he handed it to you “you can have it if you like it.” Daniel watched as you put the lotion on your face before taking a bit more from the pot and spreading it on his own. The action took him by surprise but he didn’t stop you. “Is that a way of telling me that maybe a should use it?” he laughed.

“Just making your money worthwhile. This thing is not cheap”

§

The weekend went like that. Your Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights spent in his room after his long and exhausting days of work. You found it unbelievable how he could fuck you so hard after such a physically demanding job, especially being thirty something, almost forty.

On Sunday, however, your dad asked you to go to dinner with him, – some papa-hija time that he longed for – so you shouldn’t be seeing Daniel that night.

It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy time with your dad, you did, truly, but after he asked you about school, your mom and home there was nothing really left except for the race. And all that talk did was make you think about Daniel, what he was doing, when he was leaving, if you’d been seeing each other again before the next race you attended. You thought you might burst into flames if you actually spent two months without having his cock inside you.

“Papá, será mejor que me vaya. Estoy en un vuelo a las dos de la mañana, así que espero poder llegar an mis conferencias de la tarde.” dad, i better leave. i'm on a two am flight, so i can hopefully still make it to my afternoon lectures. You told him after finishing your drink.

"Sí, probablemente deberías irte. ¿Quieres que te lleve de vuelta al hotel?" Yeah, you should probably go. Do you want a ride back to the hotel? You shook your heaad, telling him there was no need. "Entonces me quedo a tomar algo, buenas noches mi hija." Then im staying for a drink, good night he said, standing up to kiss you good night.

"Buenas noches, papá, te quiero. Nos vemos pronto." night, dad, love you. See you soon You told him into the hug.

""Yo también te quiero. Envía un mensaje cuando aterrices." love you too. text when you land.

You nodded, already making your way out. You got into one of the taxis around the restaurant and gave them your adress before picking up your phone to text Daniel.

im leaving at two

need to kill some time

His response took only a few minutes

I can think of a few things

good, im coming over, was your answer.

In minutes you were back at the hotel, knocking in his door. It only took a couple seconds for him to open it.

"Don't you look nice? Were you out?" he asked, making way for you to walk in.

"Why do you care?" you teased before throwing your bag on the couch and quite literally atacking his lips.

Daniel didn't miss a beat and caught you in his arms, holding you up and taking you to his bed for what could possibly be the thousandth time that week. That night was somewhat rushed and desperate, hands grasping at each other, messy kisses and tangled sheets. You lost count of how many times he made you cum in the span of less than two hours before quieting down and curling up behind you. Your sleep was cut short, however, by your need to leave.

You tried to slip out of bed without waking him up at mignight but as he mentioned on your second encounter, he was a cuddler. A strong and heavy one. He startled awake when your legs untangled from his, his eyes catching your figure in the dark as you put on your skirt and the hoodie he was wearing when you got there.

"Hey" he spoke softly, making you turn to him "There're some clothes that you left here the other nights." he started to get up

"Don't need to get up, where are they?" you tried to stop him but he was already putting his sweats back on.

"No, who's gonna drive you to the airport?" he asked and turned the light on so he could make his way to the closet where he put your forgotten clothes.

"I was gonna take a taxi"

"Then let me drive you" he insisted

"Fine"

[candybarz]

thinking about masochist!armin

warnings: anal (armin reciving), armins dick is mentioned alot, just masochist armin, no gendered reader or both gendered

not proofread

masochist!armin who originally was never a masochist but that all changed when he saw you

masochist!armin who's thoughts started getting more and more lewd when he saw you being aggressive

masochist!armin whos dick was throbbing one night when he thought about you slapping him senseless

masochist!armin who would bit his lip till the taste off blood entered his mouth while bucking his hips forward into his fist aggressively wanting more all because of that one thought

masochist!armin who jerked off to the thought of you grabbing his throat and calling him names, goose bumps shooting across his skin

masochist!armin who came to his afternoon classes and the sex gods must have heard his prayers when you turned in the crowded hallway while swinging your arms around to hit your friend and accidentally hit him in the dick

masochist!armin who probably came right then and there as he whimpered a little "its okay." trying not to moan infront of you

masochist!armin who beat his dick numb when he got back to his house, moan all types of things into his pillow.

masochist!armin who wishes you could slap his dick while calling him a little whore

masochist!armin who probably bust his pants when you told him to "stop being a little bitch" when his friends were teasing him

masochist!armin who only told his best friend eren about this "problem" he had and eren set up a whole secret plan

masochist!armin who went to a party eren begged him to go to because "it will be a party you'll never forget." not knowing what it meant

masochist!armin who gets roped into truth or dare after watching you dance around in the hot outfit you were wearing

masochist!armin who gets asked "whats something no one knows about you?" and admits he was a big masochist.

masochist!armin who plays never have i ever and surprised everyone when they asked if anyone has ever came to the sound of someones voice

masochist!armin who gets told by eren that theres a present for him upstairs as everyone started to leave the party.

masochist!armin who gasped when he saw you upstairs waiting for him with a smile, a sadistic one.

masochist!armin who looks at you as you tell him you've always had a crush on him and eren told you that he likes you.

masochist!armin whos dick imprint is well shown on his sweat pants as he tried to cover it but you stop him saying that your totally fine with him being like that around you.

masochist!armin who is shocked when you asked if you could help him with his fantasies.

masochist!armin who nods his head like a starving animal while you played with his sweats waistband

masochist!armin who jaw is slacked watching you suck gis dick like you were hungry, making him whimper and his eyes filled with tears

masochist!armin who lets the loudest moan possible escape from his lips as you squeezed his dick and pinched his nipple

masochist!armin who is filled with joy when you said he could be as loud as he wants because eren said it was okay

masochist!armin whos dick is getting jerked off while you bite him causing his head to spin like crazy

masochist!armin who IMMEDIATELY gets hard again when you pull out your dick (fake or not) and asked if he wants to be fucked

masochist!armin who is bent over taking your dick/strap like there was no tomorrow making him moan your name for the world to hear. "ngh-fuck me harder please, i cant take it anymore faster haah~"

masochist!armin who drools on the pillow moaning as you smack his ass watching it jiggle as your balls hit his with every thrust you made

masochist!armin who is so loud the whole house could here it and all of armins friends were secretly cheering him on thinking it was you moaning but only eren knew as they talked about how he was "fucking your shit up"

masochist!armin who now has a cock ring on as you gave him hickeys all over his body, he lets out the sluttiest moans whimper for more

masochist!armin who is now balls deep into you as he huffs and whimpers at the feeling of being inside of you while your praising him.

masochist!armin who bust a fat hot load into you making you moan at the feeling as he collapsed onto you while pushing his cum straight back into you

masochist!armin who is now friends with benefits with you (everyone thinks your dating)

we all love masochist!armin right?

[personasintro]

Mutual Help | #16

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k+

⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢ 

When the very anticipated notification comes in the form of a message saying 'I'm here', you wish you could be enthusiastic about it like yesterday when you went to sleep. Unfortunately, that was before you realized waking up at five in the morning is extremely tough. Especially for the person like you, and someone who went to sleep late even when your best friend was kind enough to remind you to go to sleep early.

Well, you were always known for going to sleep late and Jungkook seemed not to forget about that.

Stumbling out of your apartment building, you see him walking out of his car with a huge grin, probably finding your current appearance more than amusing.

"Good morning, baby. Ready for some adventure?" he jokes, wiggling his brows as he goes to hug you and places a single kiss on your temple.

"Morning." you grumble under your breath, poking him in the rib when he keeps teasing you with his doe eyes.

"God, I forgot what an early bird you are," he laughs, scrunching his nose in the process of his nonstop teasing. "Here let me take your bags." he says, reaching for the two travel bags you packed yesterday.

"Thanks." you murmur, following him to his new car.

Black Mercedes that he finally bought after speaking and dreaming about it for at least two years. You'll never forget the happy grin he had when he came to pick you up in his new car, showing you all the functions it has even though you barely understood half of what he was saying.

"Fuck, how much stuff did you pack?" he complains, opening the truck where he places your two bags next to his one.

"Just necessary stuff." you inform him, causing him to scoff in response. You notice the dark green camera bag in the truck and it sparks your interest. "Did you bring your camera?"

"Of course," he says, closing it shut as he walks to the driver side while you do the same, walking on the other side to the passenger side. "I gotta catch those memories." he says over the roof, making sure you see his sparkling eyes.

For the first time in the morning, you smile back before you make yourself comfortable in the seat, setting it into a more lying position.

"Who are we picking up?" you ask, silently admiring how silent the engine is when he turns it on and drives out of a parking lot.

The navigation already starts to give him directions, while he heads towards the main road. He looks cozy, especially in one of his black oversized hoodies and black cargo pants. You're not surprised by the choice of his outfit, especially the color. It's six in the morning and even though it's the middle of July, it's still chilly in the mornings. You're wearing one of your purple hoodies as well, matching it with some old leggings that won't be missed if you rip them.

"Jimin was supposed to take his car but it's too small to fit the rest of the gang. So they're going with Hoseok's friend's car and we're picking up some girls, plus Taehyung."

You shouldn't be surprised by the information that there are more girls coming on this camping trip. Jungkook told you that Hoseok's friends are going as well, but still, you're quite surprised by it. So far, there is no mention of Kiko and her possible attendance.

"Would you mind if I close my eyes for a few minutes?" you ask him, fumbling with your eyes as he picks up the speed.

The sky is painted light blue while there's sunrise around the corner. It creates a calm and nice view, especially when you're still tired.

"Not at all," he tells you, turning off the radio that's softly playing in the background. "You should rest till you can. Once Taehyung is here, there won't be any time to rest." he chuckles, leaving you giggling knowing he's more than right about that.

"Oh my god, I love this song!" Taehyung shouts excitedly, singing his heart out along with Harry Styles' voice booming out of Jungkook's car speakers.

Laughing, you shake your head at your friend who sounds really good but is still too loud, especially when you barely got any sleep. The ride to get Taehyung wasn't that long, it took about fifteen minutes to pick him up and he hasn't shut up since then.

Five minutes later, you picked up Hoseok's friends in front of some apartment building. When Jungkook got out of the car, he helped to load their bags into the truck as he introduced himself to them. You could barely hear their conversation but when they got into the car, sitting next to Taehyung, they introduced themselves.

Minjae and Seulgi. They both look like they're your age, while Minjae's hair is black and short and Seulgi has a high strawberry blond ponytail that frames her face.

And here you are.

They seem like nice girls, very communicative and they both warmed up to all of you quickly, despite the fact that they barely know you. It confirms your thoughts when Minjae speaks up, reacting to Taehyung singing his heart out at Harry Styles' song.

"Let me tell you, Harry Styles is so fuckable!" She comments with so much enthusiasm that it makes you and Jungkook laugh, her friend reacting by exclaiming her name in disbelief. But Minjae just shrugs her shoulders innocently and looks at her friend. "Don't tell me you wouldn't fuck him, if you could."

"I'm not saying that, but--"

"See?" she interrupts her friend, causing Seulgi to let out a groan which makes you laugh even more.

What you don't expect is Minjae, who's sitting behind you, leaning forward as she plops her head between your and Jungkook's seat. "What about you, Y/N? Wouldn't you fuck him?" she asks, wiggling her brows as you shake your head at her, a huge grin settled on your lips.

Glancing at Jungkook, he stares at the road but gives you a quick glance of curiosity before he turns his eyes back to the road. With even Taehyung finally shutting up, everyone stays quiet while they wait for your answer and it makes you mentally groan at their damn curiosity. But well, at least you can be honest when they ask.

"Fuck yeah." you answer, causing Minjae to squeal in triumph.

"Yah! Since when?" Jungkook speaks up, glancing at you for a brief moment and giving you a good glimpse of his furrowed brows.

"I don't know, he's pretty hot. Have you seen him?" you shrug innocently, smirking when Jungkook glares at you. Reaching for a water bottle beside your legs, the one Jungkook bought you, you take a gulp.

"He's not that hot." he grumbles, toning out the voices of Minjae in the back while she asks Taehyung something.

All you can hear is Taehyung's response. "They're dating."

You and Jungkook don't react, both pretending to be busy with driving and staring out of the window and admiring the trees. But you still hear Seulgi whisper a little 'wasn't he dating Kiko?' and a little gasp she lets out when Minjae nudges her shoulder and silently tells her to shut up.

Great, so they know her too.

When Jungkook told you the location of your camping trip is near a lake, you don't expect such a breathtaking view. You knew there'd be a lot of green around you, but you don't expect such an open space as you drive into the resort. The area is secured with a fence, which makes everything much safer and you don't have to worry about possible bears giving you a goodnight, which Jungkook reacted with a laugh telling you there are no bears when you shared your worries. The gateman that opens the gate for you is an older man, giving you a cheerful greeting and briefly explaining to you there's a nearby building where's the bathroom and little shop in case you might be needing or missing something. It's definitely different than you expected it to be, it's even better.

Everyone in the car shares your enthusiasm while Jungkook follows Jimin's directions he has sent him through voice message and drives through the road. Even when he parks beside white Hyundai, your mouth is agape and eyes focused on the beauty around you. There's a lake just a few meters away from you, with a spacious meadow with nearby trees and bright sky above your heads. You can notice a few people already unpacking a lot of stuff, including Jimin who's holding two unrecognizable packages of something with a frown on his face. His eyes briefly turn towards Jungkook's car and the frown disappears as he waves with the packages still in his hands. You wave back, laughing at his cuteness while you undo the seatbelt and wait for Jungkook to turn the engine off. As soon as he does that, you're getting out of the car just to be met with Jimin's crushing hug he gives you.

"You guys made it!" he exclaims happily, hugging you tighter before he pulls you away.

Smiling at him, you're reminded of how he likes spending his free time with friends. "Of course, we did." you grin, hearing the rest of them getting out of the car.

Jimin hugs Jungkook and Taehyung while he excitedly asks them about your ride and how amazing this place is. Well, you definitely agree with that. You notice Taehyung introducing Minjae and Seulgi to him, causing him to give them a polite wave which is a lot less affectionate than the hug he gave you. But you're all close, so it makes sense.

"Hey everyone!" Someone calls and you turn around, seeing Hoseok waving at all of you.

A round of greetings resounds from the group and you as well, hoping there won't be any negative memories with Hoseok. You know he apologized and he seems to be happy to see all of you, and you hope it could stay this way. When he smiles at you and urges everyone to follow him, he explains everything they've done so far.

"We've got four tents in total. We started to build it but the only one who seems to know how to do it, is Jimin so far," he chuckles, "But we need someone strong to bring wood for the fireplace from that building," he explains, pointing far away at the building. "Jungkook?" he asks, causing the younger male to nod as he gives him thumbs up.

"Great, Namjoon's going with you." he tells you, and your brows frown for a moment before you realize you don't remember anyone named Namjoon. It must be Hoseok's friend Jungkook mentioned.

Just as your curiosity starts working, a blond male appears while dusting his black sweatpants before he looks up and sees all of you. "Oh, hi." he smiles, waving at everyone while a cute dimple pokes out of his cheek and you almost squeal.

He's cute. He's wearing a black cap with some white shirt that's already dirty from the soil.

"Hey, Joon!" Minjae greets him, while Seulgi joins her and waves at their friend while they go to greet Hoseok and Namjoon with a hug.

"Joon, you already know Jungkook," Hoseok says, causing him to nod while he grins at your best friend. "This is Taehyung and Y/N." he introduces you and Namjoon waves at the both of you again, smiling at you while you do the same.

"It's nice to meet you." you smile at him.

"Likewise," he grins, "How was the ride?" he asks, eyeing everyone.

"Cool, we enjoyed the view so much!" Minjae answers.

Just as Jimin calls Taehyung to help him build a tent, while Hoseok starts to give instructions to Jungkook and how he can help, you don't notice another person coming along this trip. How could you, not until the person suddenly comes in the view holding a few packages of what seems like a marshmallow.

"Hey everyone!" she calls, but even you can tell she's trying to sound too cheerful at the sight of everyone being finally here.

Automatically, your eyes go to Jungkook who spots her and recognizes her voice immediately, his own widening at the sight of his ex-girlfriend.

"I brought these ones instead of the blue ones." she explains, her eyes shifting to Hoseok who nods.

"That's fine! These ones are better anyway," he waves, causing her to nod as she places the packages at the top of some plastic box.

Hoseok goes back to talking to Jungkook who nods understandably, but you know he's just trying not stare at Kiko who occupies herself with helping Minjae and Seulgi, trying to build a tent by themselves.

"Y/N, right?" You hear a few meters away from you, Namjoon glancing at you with the same friendly smile. You nod, smiling back at him politely. "Can you help me with this one?" he asks, trying to figure out which part of the tent is right.

"I don't think I'll be much help, but I can try." you joke, already walking towards him.

"That makes two of us." he jokes back, causing you to giggle.

Maybe this camping trip won't be as tense as you expected it to be. It's definitely awkward seeing Kiko here as well, but everyone seems to be cool and chill about the fact two exes are about to spend their weekend together.

But are you and Jungkook going to be?

[animeangel21]

Back scratches 18+

Just imagine:

You and iwaizumi got out of bed and as always got ready together. He was up before you were and went to the bathroom wearing some loose fitted sweats, shirtless cause of your late night activities.

He looked in the mirror and he wasn’t bothered by the scratches you left on his chest. You got up and started brushing your teeth while he hopped in the shower and you even laid his clothes out for him too.

Iwa wasn’t fazed by the slight sting on his chest but once the hot water hit his back it stung like hell. He just clenched his jaw and finished his shower.

Once he was out the shower he turned around and angled his head to look at the damage and his eyes widened. “This little minx..”

You had your clothes ready and walked in the bathroom and glanced at his back and your face changed completely from neutral to a slight grin as you tried not to laugh.

“Don’t you dare laugh.” He said looking up at you with his toothbrush dangling from his mouth.

“It’s a little funny Haji.I’m sorry”You turned away and laughed silently.

“You’re a little devil that’s what you are.” He said wiping his face and looking down at you before kissing you.

“You’re lucky I love you. You have to deal with the consequences too though.” He said and walked out to get dressed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” You yelled getting in the shower.

“Just wait.” He mumbled shaking his head reminiscing about yesterday. He should’ve held your hands down instead of letting you pull him closer. He should’ve felt the pain afterwards or even while he had you folded in half. Definitely should’ve been careful when he let you ride him.

He was dressed and ready and watched as you too got ready. He watched as you got ready and started applying your make up. He admired the light marks on your neck from his mouth and hands. He’d make sure you had a few more tonight.

Once you were ready and went to school, it dragged forever till you went to iwas practice.

Hajime walked into the locker room and dropped his bag on the bench and without a second thought removed his shirt and oikawa was the first to speak.

“Iwa-Chan Your back looks like you were attacked by stray cats.” He said covering his mouth as he tried not to laugh.

Mattsun looked over and he shook his head and laughed. “Yeah, a feisty kitten named y/n”

“Maybe you should try handcuffs or nail cutters or here’s another thought, don’t try to murder the girl” makki said sarcastically while tilting his head and observing.

“ just cause you little shits can’t make a girl do that doesn’t mean you should comment. Also, don’t come for me I’m not the culprit.” Hajime stated while fixing his shirt.

“Whatever went on there. Keep doing it but we can only pray for your back and chest” oikawa said before exiting the locker room but not before slapping his best friend on the back.

“SHITTYKAWA COME BACK HERE!” He said chasing after oikawa and grabbing a volleyball from the basket and throwing it at oikawas head.

“AHH IWA CHAN THAT HURTS” he yelled from halfway across the gym.

Oikawa approached you and hid behind you. “Y/n please, cut your nails down or something. Iwa is very tense.” He whispered and you laughed.

“Not my fault. If it’s really good it’s really good.” You said shrugging your shoulders.

“UGH, YOU NASTY FUCKS” oikawa said out loud running from you as your boyfriend approached you.

“My poor baby” you gave him a fake pout and he rolled his eyes.

“This is your fault baby” he said lacing his fingers with yours and you smiled.

“No, that is your fault my love. Nobody told you to be so rou-” he cut you off with a kiss by pulling you closer by the hand and keeping your fingers laced.

“ but you like it that way. Now sit there and look pretty so I can do it again later.” He said with a smirk.

“I will baby. Can’t wait to add more to the collection.” You said and he just kissed you.

What you didn’t know though was he wouldn’t let you do that cause he was gonna restrain your hands tonight.

[starsofmilos]

I Know You (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: Ooo can I please request an protective!Adrian Chase x fem!civilian/innocent reader where she’s Adrian’s girlfriend and she’s super soft and Adrian is LITERALLY head over heels for her. But she doesn’t know about him being Vigilante (I’m sure he’d be scared about her reaction).  She only finds out when he saves her life when she’s walking home, Y/n clearly hearing that it’s his voice behind the mask, but Adrian ‘attempting’ a fake voice  lol, but she knows it’s him shsh (anyways, I’m sure Y/n would be terrified but also clinging to Adrian and shaking). Lots of cuddles and kisses following🥺 Adrian being extremely protective🥺💜

AHH SO CUTE!! I’m excited.

Masterlist

Warnings: small amount of angst, violence, mentions of sex. cursing, possessive Adrian, fluff, mentions of assault, robbery

Adrian Chase had never been in love.

He was a rough person who lived a dangerous life. There was no room for someone in his life. 

He didn’t wanna drag some random innocent civilian into his complicated life. It was good most girls saw him as complete weirdo. 

The girls he picked up as Vigilante too where all quick flings so he never had to worry about committing to one person. 

Adrian had told himself he wouldn’t get committed to someone nor would he ever date someone. 

It wasn’t until a soft warm beautiful person quite literally bumped into him. That was at least how he described you.

He quite literally became attached to you. You were his and he was yours.

Adrian was wrapped around your finger and you had no idea. 

“AHHH!”

Adrian eye’s popped open hearing your yell. He was up within seconds grabbing his pocketknife. 

Only to find you on top of the kitchen counter pointing at a small spider that was currently crawling away on the floor. He sighed putting the knife away in his back pocket.

“Adrian! Help! Please!!” Adrian bit back a laugh seeing your eyes grow watery. 

“Man you had me fucking scared. I thought someone was breaking in!”

“I mean technically something did break in! Just please get it!” You whined. Adrian nodded grabbing a napkin to carefully grab it. 

He threw it outside walking back in to see you still shaking a bit on the counter. Adrian smiled approaching you. You clutched onto him the second he got close to you. 

“Sorry..Didn’t mean to scare you. Thank you for saving me..”

Adrian chuckled a bit hugging you back. “Aww I’ll always come to save you. You should know that by now.” 

“That’s a relief. I’m sorry again..”

“It’s okay. I know my girl is sensitive.” Adrian kissed you softly. You hummed against his lips.

“Is this my reward?” You nodded feeling a bit shy as he grinned against your lips. 

“Can I have more? I did fight that nasty spider for you.”

“If you fight all the spiders then I’ll let you have as many kisses as you want.” 

“I’ll fight anything for you..” Adrian whispered out in complete seriousness. You laughed it off shaking your head. 

Adrian was always like this towards you. You had no idea just how serious he was about fighting everything and anything for you.

“That reminds me I have a late shift again today.” Pouting up at him, you groaned as he kissed your cheek hiding his face in your neck. 

“Sorry love..”

“Wish you didn’t have that stupid extra job. If I could support both of us I would.” Adrian laughed nodding. 

You had no idea how he was going out as Vigilante at night. Adrian had wanted to keep you, the one good thing in his life, away from all the dangerous stuff he does.

He didn’t want scare you or worse make you a target for some of the people he went after. 

So he decided it would be best if you didn’t know that he was a mass murderer. 

“I know you would. I work though because I like the extra job. Being a bus boy isn’t permanent.”

“I know..I just miss you at night sometimes.” Adrian hummed kissing you softly.

“How about tomorrow I will call off night job and we’ll order a pizza and just eat till we pass out?”

“I’d love that so much. Can we?”

“Yeah I miss you at night too..”

“Sleeping at night is boring without you. I’m all cold and alone.”

“Now don’t make me feel bad!”

“I have nothing to hold me! Except myself! Don’t even have anyone to help get rid of ache I get.”

“What kind of ache?”

“The in bed kind. Only one you take care of.” Adrian coughed a bit trying to hide just how flustered you made him. 

“We can do that now if you want before I go-”

“Nope gotta wait till tomorrow.” He groaned before nodding kissing you again.

“Fine. You tease. So wanna watch me get ready for work?” You nodded as he helped you off the counter. You admired him as he slipped his shoes on.

Grabbing his duffle bag, you dropped it with a small oomph looking down at it in confusion.

“Why is it so heavy?”

“It’s not heavy!” Adrian laughed nervously grabbing it effortlessly. “See! You just need to lift more hahaha!”

You rolled your eyes walking him to the door. He sighed giving you another kiss. “I promise I’ll be back before you know it.”

“I know and when you do come back home I will be here.”

“Good..You’re the only thing I look forward to seeing.” You huffed as he kissed your cheeks before taking off.

After Adrian left, you decided to clean up the kitchen. Adrian usually cleaned it when he came home, but you knew he’d probably be tired. Your boyfriend was hard at work the least you could do is take care of things at home.

You hummed a small tune before opening the fridge to make some dinner. There was quite literally nothing.

Grabbing your phone you sent Adrian a quick text letting him know where you were going. He was so persistent on knowing when you left the house. 

It never really made sense to you. 

Your apartment complex wasn’t that far so you decided to walk.

Adrian had been hiding in an alleyway checking up his latest text. Crime was pretty low tonight. He smiled seeing the small selfie you sent him with the text letting him know you were going to the store.

You were so sweet..and so soft...He craved more than ever to just go home and be in your arms. He sighed taking a look at the photo once more. His eyes squinted as he tensed up seeing something behind you.

It was a guy wearing a hoodie. His face was darkened out, but Adrian could tell he was trouble. He had a good distance but it was obvious this guy was tailing you.

Without another thought, he called you. Cursing quietly when you didn’t answer.

“Come on baby..Come on..pick up the phone..” His breath hitched hearing your voice. “Y/N.”

“Hi this is me and if I didn’t answer it’s probably cause I’m busy call back later!”

He began to run growing anxious.

You had no idea of the man trailing you. Too busy looking at your phone seeing two miss calls from Adrian. Right as you were about to call him again, you were grabbed.

Adrian paced looking around the street he saw your last location on. It said you were still there.

Your eyes widened as the man who was stalking you smiled wickedly. You struggled in his hold whimpering when he pointed a knife at you. 

“Easy there girly..I’d hate to cut a pretty little thing like you up.” He leaned in whispering. You grew tears in your eyes beginning to feel fear rise in your chest and bile build in your throat.

Adrian..Adrian needed you to come home. To be okay..You promised you’d be okay..

You bit the mans hand trying to make a run for it crying out as he yanked the back of your shirt back. Tears fell from your eyes and small sobs fell from your lips as you were tossed harshly against the wall.

“You didn’t even fucking let me finish what I was gonna say stupid girl.” You cried a bit harder as he leaned in again.

“I just wanted your money but now that I look at you. You’re a real pretty crier.”

You struggled again as he pushed his knife towards your throat. “Stop moving or I will cut you. Stupid bitch.” 

Your eyes shut from fear. Adrian...You wanted Adrian and to be home. You should’ve just ordered food in.

Right as he moved his knife down to your chest, something popped up behind him. It moved like quick like a shadow. The man was off of you within seconds. 

“I suggest you point your fucking knife towards someone who can actually fucking fight.” 

That voice..It couldn’t be..Adrian?...

The man scrambled back seeing Vigilante standing before him already with his gun pointing at him. 

“Woah woah man! This is a misunderstanding I know this girl!”

You opened your eyes. No it wasn’t. It was the Vigilante you had been seeing on tv, but he sounded just like..

“Oh really? That’s why she was crying for help? You messed with the wrong fucking girl mother fucker.”

Adrian kicked the mans face in immediately going down to beat the shit out of him. You watched in shock as he went in punching the man repeatedly. The bones crunched under his fist.

This man tried to hurt you. This man was going to kill you. His sweet soft angel...Adrian wanted to make this man pay.

He pulled his knife out about to slit the mans throat stopping once he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned seeing your tear stained face.

“Enough..”

Adrian looked back at the man before looking back at you. He nodded standing up checking you over. 

“Are you alright? You’re not hurt are you? I’m so sorry I didn’t get here sooner Y/N. I heard your cries though-”

“Adrian..” You whispered out hesitantly. He stopped rambling. His eyes widened under his mask.

“What?! What?! That’s...No! Who is that? I’ve never heard of an Adrian before. Why would you say that name?!”

You teared up feeling a sob claw its way through your throat. Adrian fumbled as you collapsed in his arms crying. 

“Woah woah! Are you okay?! Did he hurt you?! I swear I will kill this son of a bitch!”

“I was so scared!” You cried out gripping his shoulder pads tightly. Adrian stopped sighing as he hugged you back. You sniffled still crying as he gently picked you up.

“Where would you like to go miss?” Adrian deepened his voice trying to hide his actual voice.

“I-I w-wanna go h-home..Please?..” You whimpered crying your heart out. Adrian nodded. “I’ll get you home miss.”

“Thanks..wait my groceries! Our groceries! I’m so sorry Adrian!”

“I’m not Adrian!” Adrian yelled out gripping you tighter. “Besides whoever this Adrian is would probably tell you not to worry about it and just order some food for you both! Nothing matter more than your safety! I care way more about you than some stupid groceries! I mean he. He cares about you more than some groceries!”

Adrian sighed at his slip up carrying you home. He even unlocked the front door for you. You clung onto him scared.

“Don’t leave..please...”

“Miss I gotta go back out there to make sure that guy-”

“Cut the crap.I know it’s you..I knew the second I heard your voice..I need you please Adrian..” You sniffled reaching for his mask.

“I’m not Adrian-”

“How did you know my name?”

“What?” 

“You said I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner Y/N and you knew where I lived. So if you’re not Adrian how would you know?..” You shook against him.

“I’m a stalker.”

“Adrian!”

“Okay! Okay!!” Adrian groaned removing his mask. “It’s okay..I’m here..”

You sighed in relief clutching him tightly. Adrian kissed your forehead scooping you up. “I’m here now it’s okay..Always gonna protect you..You’re mine..”

You nodded relishing in his comfort. Adrian was grateful you weren’t scared of him. He was so happy nothing had happened to you. He shook a bit thinking of what would’ve happened had he not gotten there in time.

“I was so scared..I’m so happy you got there..Here I was thinking the scariest part of my night was gonna be a spider.”

“Well I was hoping the scariest part of your night would be a spider..Are you okay? You never answered me you’re not hurt right?” Adrian tightened his hold a bit nervously.

“Yeah I’m okay..I promise..”

“Good..Good..My beautiful sweet girl..I’m so sorry that happened to you. I should’ve gotten there sooner-”

“You got there as fast as you could..Thank you for saving me..”

“Always gonna save you. Never let anything happen to you..”

Adrian kissed your forehead walking you to the room. He stripped his armor off laying next to you on the bed cuddling you close.

“Y/N...”

You hummed trying to stop shaking. “Are you mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad?..”

“For not telling you..”

“No..I get why you were trying to keep it a secret..I’m not mad..I’m not scared of you either if that’s what you were worried about.”

“Good..I can’t stop being Vigilante..”

“I know..I’m not gonna ask you too. I just want you safe..Just like you want me..”

“I do..I’m still really sorry this happened tonight.”

“You don’t have to be.”

“I am though.” Adrian sat up pulling you to his lap to cuddle you close. “I never want anything to happen to you. You’re my everything. I am nothing without you and I will never forgive myself if anything happens to you.”

“I love you.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth. I love you too Y/N.”

“Thanks Adrian...” Before you could rub your face, Adrian gently used his hand wiping your tears away.

“I’m gonna order us food okay?..”

“Okay...you’re the best boyfriend..but..”

“But?..”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“Hey!”

You laughed as he kissed your face clutching you tightly. He was so happy you knew his full self now.

[ynbabe]

Fake texts au- pt.11 bffs with the rookies+ Melbourne in the summer

guys y/n's alr been doing so much idk how many more scandals I can come up with 😭 pls lemme know what situations yall would like to see these 4 in hehe 🫣 comment it or dm me my inbox is always open to yall 🥰

| Masterlist |

It had been a long few weeks before you could see your best friends once again, not having been able to attend any of the races for the rest till the summer break, but now? You were finally free and ready to cause problems for your favourite people.

You laughed to yourself as you landed at Melbourne Airport, having been to the Piastri household many times, so much so that his mother had begun putting a stocking out for you at Christmas, knowing that you'd probably be celebrating with the Aussies, much like Logan would be. He too had his own stocking.

You'd called his Mother beforehand, asking if it was okay to come over and she'd told you, she'd be keeping your favourite Shepard's pie ready. She'd also told you that Logan was staying over as well, having arrived with Oscar.

You remember all the times the three of you had spent in Oscar's room as teenagers, talking about everything and nothing at all them complaining and marvelling about racing, you listening and giving advice wherever you could. You went to them with all your problems and they to you.

You trusted each other with your deepest, darkest, secrets. You, Logan and Oscar, and then you met Arthur, and he had been an unlikely addition to your peculiar little group, but the three of you had soon come to realise just how similar the boy was, and decided it was only fair to adopt him into your weirdness.

"Two hours!" you whisper-yelled at yourself, looking at how much time you'd have to spend in the uber to get to the house, maybe more with traffic. So you did what you did best, just to pass the time.

You got out of the app, not knowing how much chaos could come from one simple tweet. Turning on some mind-numbing show on Netflix, you settled in till you could be with your best friends again.

The two hours went by faster than she realised as the Uber pulled up to the house, she told the driver to pull over, earning her a weird look. She paid him his fare and took her luggage right behind the house. Thankfully the old trellis was still there, a little rotten and overgrown with vines but still there.

She climbed up with practised ease, settling just outside her friend's window, where Oscar and Logan had been sharing the Aussies' room, just like when they were young.

She sat just outside the view of the two boys Logan who was sprawled on the bed scrolling through Instagram and Oscar on the fluffy mat right below, snacking on nachos, passing some to the American as they spoke.

She couldn't help but giggle, stopping as she almost slipped off the roof.

She pulled out her phone, trying not to fall to her death or alert the residents of the house.

She moved to see the boys' reaction, only to see him smiling, kicking his feet up.

"Oh my god, this is fucking adorable," she whispered to herself, clicking a picture, how they still hadn't noticed her was a mystery, weren't F1 drivers supposed to super attentive?

She went back to texting the unsuspecting boy.

"Huh?" you heard the boy whisper to himself, perfect, both were distracted, now was your chance.

You jumped through the open window, making the two jump and scream. It was high-pitched and loud, making the brunette's parents run up to their room.

"IS IT THE SPIDER AGAIN?" His mother yelled, "OH HELL, DID A SNAKE GET IN?" His father questioned, as they pushed open the door, eyes wide looking around their son's room, only to find the laughing girl and their boys standing on the far end of the bed, hiding behind one other.

"How do you always fall for that?" The girl asked laughing at the prank she had been playing on her friends since she started coming home with them from their races at 16.

"Oh, sweetie, how was your flight?" His mother said, pulling you in for a hug, she ruffled your hair a little as she held you at arm's length to look at you, "It's been far too long since you visited!" She smiled and said.

His father patted her shoulder as well, "Oscar, go get her bags." he said while walking out of the room, making the boy still in shock complain, "But dad,", "Now, Oscar!" Was the only reply that came, making the girl stick out her tongue at her friend.

"How are you my parent's favourite!?" He screamed walking out the door.

"Actually, it Y/n, me and theeeeen you," Logan spread gasoline on the fire, "SHUT UP LOGAN," the boy threw a few nacho chips at the blond.

The girl let herself fall on the bed, taking Logan's phone off the charger, the boy followed suit, resting his head on her stomach, the girl lowering her phone so he could see what she was seeing as well.

She opened Twitter to find her simple tweet had practically gone viral.

"Doesn't that bother you?" he asked making the girl raise her brow, "All these people who don't even know you and they hate you,"

She hummed as she wrapped a coil of blond hair around her finger, letting it loose and moving onto another, "I mean not really?" she started, "Sure it hurts when they call me just for hanging out with yall but it doesn't matter much cause at the end of the day I'm hanging out with yall," she explained, "It'd matter if y'all said something cause you know, you know me, but these don't mean shit, bruv," she said further, showing him the screen, where someone had suggested a club.

"Sounds good," he replied, beginning to doze off.

The flight had taken a lot out of the young girl, the jet lag finally catching up, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU HAVE IN THESE BAGS-", Oscar yelled as he walked into the room but quickly shut up as he saw his friends fast asleep. He pulled out his phone and quickly took a photo of the two for blackmail reasons and pulled a blanket over them.

Why he had to sleep on an air mattress, on the floor, in his own house, was a mystery to him but all of them had grown used to unpredictable chaos when they were together.

what i wouldn't do to have her life 😮‍💨 also next Y/n and Arthur get home aloned and his brothers go through the 5 stages of grief thinking they'd gotten their 20-year-old brother and his friend kidnapped.

Taglist: @dark-night-sky-99 @cashtons-wife @i-wish-this-was-me @thehufflepuffavenger1 @eugene-emt-roe @fangirl-dot-com @landosgirlxoxo @aquangxl @sachaa-ff

[duhnova]

pussy sport - boo seungkwan

synopsis: leave it up to boo seungkwan to almost suffocate between your thighs, eat you out till you’re crying, and to figure out a new kink of his.

pairing: fwb! seungkwan x fem! reader 

word count: ~2k

warning(s): smut under the cut (mdni!!!!), oral (f receiving), dacryphilia (reader cries from pleasure), slight overstimulation?, face riding, spanking, slight hair pulling, slight degradation (the word slut is used), reader is called baby, reader wears a skirt, pain kink/slight! masochism & sadism, let me know if i forgot anything! - don’t mind any grammatical errors/typos (me and indi did our best).

@onlyseokmins (i love you and i hope you enjoy, and thank you for brainstorming with me), @playmetheclassics (thank you so much for proof reading for me YOU DEMON)

“i want you to sit on my face.” you almost drop your bag when you walk into your best friends apartment.

“well hello to you too, seungkwan.” you laugh quietly.

“sorry, let me start over. how was your day?” his eyes were trained on your thighs that were peeking out from under your skirt. 

“it was good, long.” you sigh as you shrug your coat off. your week was stressful, which is why you were here in the first place, to blow off some steam. “how was yours?”

“boring, i had a two hour work zoom after my lab today, and i wanted nothing more than to put my head through the glass wall of the econ building.” his hands reached out to grab the back of your thighs when you walked over to where he was sitting. 

“that bad, huh?” you smile as you run your fingers through his dark hair while he noses against your stomach. 

“horrible.” he mumbles, his fingers digging into the plush flesh right below the hem of your skirt. 

“do you want me to sit on your face and make it all better?” you coo quietly.

“fuck, please.” his fingers trail up under your skirt before they dig into the area below your ass cheeks. “keep the skirt on too.” 

“but then i won’t be able to see you.” you fake pout. 

“won’t be much to see either way when my face is shoved between your thighs.” 

“that’s a lie, i can always see your eyes.” one thing seungkwan loved was eye contact; inside or outside the bedroom, he always made sure your eyes were on his because it built trust and the level of intimacy between you too. 

“maybe this time i don’t want you to look at me.” he fake pouts to match you. 

“fine, i’ll keep the skirt on.” you huff, smiling when he whispers out an excited ‘yes’ before standing up. “what’re you-” you yelp quietly when he lifts you up over his shoulder. sometimes it amazed you at just how strong he was as you felt the muscles flex in his back and shoulder while he carried you to the bedroom. 

“it’ll be more comfortable if we’re on the bed.” he gives you a cheeky smile when he sets you down,  his hands making quick work at discarding his shirt. 

“slow down kwannie, we have all night.” you diddle as you follow his lead in taking your shirt off, opting to leave your bra on as you reach under your skirt to pull your panties off. 

“i’m just excited, i haven’t seen you all week.” his breathe hitches a little when he watches you toss your panties into the corner of the room where his dirty clothes laid. “fuck.. can i kiss you?” 

“always,” you mumble before he's grabbing the sides of your face to kiss you hard, his body pushing up against yours. your lips were bruising as you battled for dominance, only submitting to him when his hands went to grip your hips and pull your body closer to his before he toppled you two over onto the bed you hadn’t realized he backed you up against. 

“is this alright?” he broke the kiss to whisper against your lips. 

“yes.” you breath out before your hands are tangling in his hair to pull him back in for another kiss, your legs wrapping around his waist to keep his body as close as possible. he groans into the kiss when he feels the heat from your bare cunt against the growing bulge in his sweats.  

“fuck,” he mumbles as he pulls away from your mouth to kiss and suck at your jaw, his hips grinding down against yours causing you to moan in his ear - goosebumps forming down his back at the sound. “you’re dripping.”  he coos quietly while looking down at where your skirt had flipped up, a damp spot was growing on his gray sweats from all of your arousal. 

“i could be dripping all over your face right now if you’d hurry up and move.” you giggle quietly watching the way his jaw set a little before he mumbles about how he wasn’t slow. 

“i need to fuck you dumb tonight i think.” he moves to flop down on his back, his hands grabbing your hips and effortlessly hoisting you up to sit on his groin. 

“i think you need to do a lot more then fuck me dumb.” you rest your hands on his bare chest so  that you can grind against his bulge. your eyes flutter as you focus more on the sounds seungkwan was making then what his hands were doing - that was until one of them came down on your ass, causing you to jolt forward a little and whine. 

“you know i can always smack your ass raw,” he groans as you dig your nails into his chest, the sting was delicious as you racked them down to his stomach. “do you want that?”

“maybe..” your eyes had a dangerously sexy glint in them before hes smacking your ass again, a moan escaping your mouth before you're biting your lip to silence yourself. 

“of course you do,” he gives you a shit eating grin. “you’re just a little pain slut.” he rubs at the cheek to soothe the stinging before hes grabbing your hips to yank you forward a little, your bare pussy resting on his bare stomach, where you wiggle around at the feeling of his ab muscles flexing. 

“you’re one to talk.” you pout as you drag your nails around his nipples, his jaw tensing as he holds back the moan bubbling in the back of his throat. 

“just sit on my face already before i decide to just fuck your bratty mouth instead.” he huffs quietly, fighting the smile that threatened to break out as you whined about not being a brat while crawling up his body. 

“if i really start to suffocate you feel free to throw me off ok?” your voice was laced with worry as you settles both your knees on either side of his head, your bare cunt on full display to him. he was almost hypnotized as he licked his lips, his arms coming up to wrap around your thighs so he had a good grip on you - making sure you didn't try to wiggle away. “did you hear me?” you lift up your skirt to see his face, only to curse at the sight - he looked drunk and he hadn’t even tasted you yet. 

“yeah yeah i heard you.” he whispered. “if i suffocate it’ll have been worth it.” 

“you hang around soonyoung too much.” you joke quietly, but the mention of your shared friend's  name made seungkwan yank your hips down so he could latch his mouth onto your pussy without much warning. one way you’ve learned to push seungkwan's buttons is to always bring up soonyoung, who happened to have a crush on you (but seungkwan would never tell you that in fear of you leaving him to be with the older male). 

“fuck seungkwan!” your gasp turns into a loud whiny moan as you push your hips down more against his face, his tongue delving deeper into your cunt as he ate like a starved man. he would alternate between swirling his tongue around inside your pussy and sucking on your clit before he encouraged you to actually ride his face. 

“just rock your hips baby.” he groans against your pussy before he kisses it like he kisses you. 

“what if i hurt you?” 

“you won’t.” something about the way you cared so much about him made his dick twitch in his pants, his hips instinctively bucking a little before he goes back to focusing on making you cum on his tongue. slowly and experimentally, you started to rock your hips. The rhythm was slow at first as you got used to the feeling of  riding his face and not his cock. 

“kwannie,” you moan breathlessly as your clit bumps against his nose. “more, please.” you whine as you pick  up your pace. seungkwan groaned from below you, his mouth working faster as he basically made out with your pussy, sucking and slurping up all your juices as he groaned.

the more you rocked your hips farther forward you began to lean until your hands were braced against the headboard - allowing you to ground yourself better as you rode seungkwan's face harder. his fingers digging into your thighs even harder as his face moved with your hips, chasing your pussy, not wanting to stop. 

“i-” you gasp quietly when he started to shake his head while he kept his rhythm of following your hips, his nose stimulating your clit more and the lewd slurping got louder. “fuck!” you moan loudly, your forehead resting against the headboard in between where your hands rested. your eyesight was blurry as your brain clouded with euphoria from the pleasure - oh, how you wished you could see him under your skirt right now. 

you don’t know how much time has passed since you started, nor did you care, but there was still a little voice in the back of your head that was worried that seungkwan couldn’t breathe with how long you had been sitting on his face - and just when you had enough rationality to ask if he was ok, he had moved so his mouth was latched around your clit again, sucking hard as he breathed heavily through his nose groaning quietly at the burn in his lungs. 

the words you were gonna utter turned into a choked sob as you pressed your forehead against the headboard harder, one of your hands moving down to grip at seungkwan's hair that was peeking out from under your skirt. your hips ground harder against his mouth as he focused on sucking on your clit - your orgasm winding up quicker than  you could comprehend. 

“seungkwan, please!” you babble out, your eyes brimming with tears from the pleasure building up. “please! please! please!” you begged, your orgasm right there, but nothing was sending you over the edge as you whined and cried from feeling overstimulated already despite not having orgasmed yet. 

just as you went to beg him to make you cum, his teeth dragged against your clit before he sucked on it harder, finally dragging you over the edge. a sob mixed with a moan left your body as you shook, your legs squeezing around his head as you babbled out quiet ‘thank you’s’ while he gently sucked on your clit to help you ride out your orgasm. 

this was one of the hardest orgasms you’ve had in a while, and it worried seungkwan a little as he gave your thighs sweet little kisses before gently lifting you off his face so he could properly catch his breath. his movements were slow as he laid your dazed and fucked out body on the other side of the bed so he could go and grab a rag and a bottle of water for when you came back to reality. 

“do you want to take a minute to gather your bearings?” he asked gently as he dabbed at your thighs, cleaning up all the excess spit and cum that had leaked out of you. 

“yeah.. just a couple minutes.” you breathe out before giggling quietly at the fact he definitely made you feel like he just fucked you senseless using his tongue. “maybe you can still fuck my mouth too.” you give him a cheeky smile as he groans at the idea. 

“only if you keep the skirt on still.” he gives you a lopsided smirk, your eyes rolling playfully at this new found kink of his. (maybe you should wear skirts around him more often).

“deal.”

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[strangerquinns]

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- Scolding them for doing something stupid, wondering "why did I have to fall for you" and not realising that you just said that out loud

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Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Scolding them for doing something stupid, wondering “why did I have to fall for you” and not realizing that you just said that out loud

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"Can we please not act as bait for the suicidal werewolves?" You spoke, your face showing how dumbfounded were as you looked at him.

From the corner of the room, you saw Scott sitting on the edge of Stiles' bed. Over the last few weeks, there had been a new pack that had arrived at Beacon Hills and was making it more than obvious they wanted to cause nothing but trouble. From attacking citizens and even causing a few of the pack members to dance on the brink of death, it was coming to the point where you all had to step in.

"I mean do you have any suggestions?" Stiles asked, "We have to draw them out."

"Anything other than sacrificing ourselves!" You screamed, letting out a groan before closing your eyes, "When has that ever worked for us in the past?"

"We're all alive aren't we?" Stiles shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh my god,"

"Stiles, I agree with Y/N...let's think of something else this time," Scott spoke

"Thank you, Scott, the voice of reason per usual." You shook your head and looked and thought to yourself, “Why did I have to fall for you, and not Scott."

Except you didn't think that you mutter it low beneath your breath.

Stiles' eyes widened in shock as he stared at you and the room began to tense. A deep set of confusion came over your face as you looked between your two friends. Scott had a smile he was trying to hide, but Stiles' face was in complete shock.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" You asked

"W-What did you just say?" Stiles asked, taking a few small steps towards you.

"That Scott was the voice of reason?"

"No, no...after that...you said something." Stiles rushed out. Scott took that as a moment to leave, giving the two of you some privacy.

But he also couldn't stop smiling hoping now would be the moment his two best friends would finally admit their feelings for each other.

You stared at him for a moment not understanding what Stiles was trying to say, till it finally dawned on you. Your eyes went wide as you came to the realization that you'd said your confession out loud.

"Fuck, no...no, no" You shook your head and cringed slightly, "Please tell me you didn't hear anything...please..."

Stiles moved closer to you and gently caressed your face, directing you to look up should see the panic clear in your eyes. But when you looked at him, and his softened features, all you felt was love. It made butterflies erupt in your belly as you felt his warm touch caress your face.

"Please, tell that I heard you correctly, t-that you..." Stiles laughed lightly. "Do you have feelings for me?"

You felt hot suddenly, "I-I...yes...I-I do..."

A large smile spread across his face before he moved quickly and bent down to kiss you deeply. He left you breathless for a moment before your lips moved against his. You'd dreamed of kissing Stiles and always trying to imagine what it would be like. But never did you expect it to be like this. For his lips to feel so perfect against yours.

The two of you only pulled apart as the need for air became too much. But the two of you didn't separate you too much, with his forehead pressing against yours.

"I have waited years to finally hear you say that," Stiles smiled, his hands moving down to wrap around you.

"With that kiss...I'm guessing you feel the same?" You laughed lightly

"Of course, I do baby. Been in love with you since the fifth grade"

Stiles bent down and kiss you again, a little softer this time, before pulling back.

"Now we really gotta come up with a better plan," You whispered "Cause the one you came up with was shit..."

Stiles faked insult as he looked down at you, "What? That was a good plan."

"No, that was terrible." You shook your head and stepped back out of his arms.