#cuts into his eyebrow like one of those fuckboy slits

[ninkaku]

on a final note dazai wore those bandages over his face for so long that i'm giving him a scar across his eyebrow. nothing huge and deep, but it's there

[mercy-thesinner]

Drug Store Hormones || JJK

Drugstore Hormones – 

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smut, Oneshot, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Cashier!Reader, Drugstore AU. 

Warnings: SMUT, Strangers to Lovers, explicit language, sex, Car Sex, Protected Sex (STAY SAFE), Choking. Mentions of illegal activities.

Word Count: 2.2K 

Yeah sure, working the cash register at the local pharmacy is boring a lot of the time. Granted there’s a lot of “I want to speak to the manager” and “where are the batteries?” When they’re right in front of their faces. Not to mention having to teach elders how to use a credit card machine. But there are some hilarious moments, like guys who brag about their sex lives as they’re buying condoms. “I’m so going to get it in tonight.”

Well, that’s the type of attitude the guy in front of you had. You had seen him come in a few times, always getting the same pack and brand of condoms. He always gave a little smirk Every time he came up to your register. A couple times he had waited for you, letting others go ahead of him if you were ringing with another cashier. He had raven hair, ripped up designer jeans, and a bunny smile when he laughed with his occasional friend. He always bought the 24 pack, every two weeks. Finally, he decided to say something out of what your guy’s normal script was.

“Hi, did you find everything okay?” you asked, in your usual faux-customer service, chipper voice.

“Ah, it seems everything I want is standing right in front of me” he quipped, biting his lip as he looked you over.

You tried to keep your smile genuine even if you were slightly shocked at his bluntness. You rung up his box, not meeting his eyes. “Do you want to use your rewards card?” he nodded, entering in his phone number.

“Can I have your number too, in exchange?” his arrogant smirk still adorning his handsome face.

“Sorry but no, company policy” You chuckle, smile coming off sympathetic.

“Oh, come on. I bet guys hit on you all the time, except the only difference is I’m willing to fight for what I want” he growls, only your enough for you to hear. His low voice of seduction turning you on. “We can break in this box of rubbers and the backseat of your car.” He added in a seductive wink. You bite your lip, looking around to make sure no one is around to hear his blatant attempt at picking you up.

“Listen pretty boy, I can’t just go off with whomever I want, and even though you’re pretty, doesn’t mean I’m gonna fall into your fuckboy ways.” You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow.

“Please?” He asked, slightly pouting.

“Just because you say please, isn’t going to cut it, chief.” You cross your arms, waiting for a response or bargain.

He smirks and leans over, suddenly close to your face. “What if I buy you food?”  

You rolled your eyes and nodded; his stupid grin got bigger. “Yeah, just… wait a minute. You really know how to win a girl’s heart huh? I have to call my manager to cover me for my lunch.” You grab the phone, paging your manager. She comes up, first eyeing you, and then the devilishly handsome boy across your counter.

“Is there a problem?” she asked, worried there was an issue with the customer. You shake your head.

“Ah, no, this is my friend…Namjoon, I’ve told you about him, he’s here to take me to lunch, I totally forgot I made plans with him. Do you mind covering me for an hour?” you lied effortlessly. She smiled, turning sweet as if she knew something.

“Of course! Go ahead, take your time” she commented, giving you a wink when the boy wasn’t looking. You rolled your eyes before clocking out, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the store.

You had driven to a busier parking lot. You had an SUV where you could put down the back seats and have room to lay down in. You and the boy had made a makeshift bed with a pillow and blanket that you normally used to nap with, along with the coats you had. He had begun to kiss you breathless, fingers bruising your hips. He nipped at your lip, causing you to gasp.

“A-ah, so what is your name really?” You asked, taking a little breather before you became too lightheaded.

“Jungkook, and you’re Jinyoung?” he asked, eyeing your shirt.

You looked at him confused, before looking down at your name tag and laughing. “No, my name is Y/N, this is my co-workers’ badge, I forgot mine, so I stole his” you pull the badge off, throwing it on the front seat.

He shook his head “Yeah, Y/N suits your face a lot better” he leans in again, kissing you roughly. You slide your hands up his shirt, feeling the expand of his hard chest muscles. You start to pull at the hem of his shirt, licking into his mouth. He broke the kiss in favor of taking his shirt off, starting to place open-mouthed kisses down your neck. With one hand he was unbuttoning your shirt, and with the other he held himself up, hovering over you. When he took off your shirt, your heated skin met his causing you to shudder. “Wish we had the night for this, but you only have about an hour… I would love to tease you all night with my fingers…” heat traveled down the path that his fingers made, just ghosting over your skin before sliding his hand into your pants, over your soaked panties. He chuckled when his fingers met the moist cotton. “Wow, already soaked for me, and all we’ve done is kiss… I bet you’ve been lusting over me for a while now, jealous of the girls I always bought condoms for” you roll your eyes. A part of you wanted to push him off and call it quits at his cockiness, but the other was just waiting for a time to pounce on him, wanting to wipe that cockiness away.

Instead, you grabbed at his shoulders, flipping your forms so that you were straddling him, on top. You leaned in and whispered oh so sweetly “honey, you do realize I’m using you too… I didn’t come out here to just please you” you smirk as you see his cocky expression falter a bit. You kissed him again, holding his chin firmly as your tongue met his again.

When you pulled away from his lips he looked slightly flushed, perhaps you were affecting him as much as he affected you. “I think we’re going to become fast friends after this Y/N, but first I really need to fuck you” He commented in a sigh, flipping you guys back with him on top. He wiggled you out of your tight, tan colored pants. He leaned down, biting the edge of your pink panties and pulled them off. Your hands made way to his jeans, unbuttoning them. he let you unzip them but decided to take them off himself, along with his Calvin Kleins. Your mouth dropped open as you witnessed all that is Jungkook. He was thick and long, and as much as you wanted to swallow his thick cock, you knew that you wouldn’t have the time today.

He ripped open the box, grabbing a purple foiled square. He tore the foil with his teeth before rolling the rubber onto his hardened length.

He grabbed your calves and pulled you close, fitting between your legs. “Baby girl, do you think you’re wet enough to take all of me? I really don’t want to hurt you too badly.” He leaned down and kissed you as he took his member in his hand, rubbing the head up and down your wet slit, coating the condom. You nod in response, biting your lip as you look where you two are meeting.

“Please, Jungkook, I really need you” you whine out for him before he starts sliding into your tight, wet heat. He groans at how your velvety walls feel around him, even threw the condom.

“O-oh fuck, I don’t think I’ve had this tight of a fuck in a while,” He gasps out. He paused, trying to calm himself down a bit, and giving you time to get used to the stretch. He slowly bottomed out and looked at your blissed-out face. He couldn’t help but lean down and kiss you again, your lips kissing back, your brain still focused on the point of connection between you two. He began to thrust slowly, causing you to gasp into his mouth. You leaned up and nipped his lips, rolling your hips with him. He pressed his forehead against yours, both of your breathing labored from the hormones filling the car. He grabbed your hips, beginning to slam into you, rocking the car with his thrusts. His cock hit all the areas in you that had you arching up into him, it had you clawing at his back as you cried out for him. The feeling he was giving you had you addicted for more and more, you couldn’t help the dirty thoughts plaguing your mind about this boy. Those thoughts were to be pushed away for the time being. This may be the only time you had with Jungkook, only for the waning hour.

You looked up into his eyes, biting your lip, trying to keep your sounds from spilling out. He moved his arms to wrap around your waist, still fucking into you with fervor. You were so close when suddenly he stopped, grabbing your hips to still them. He lifted his head, watching as people walked past. He chuckled softly, his whole body vibrating against you.

“Being caught isn’t something you’re into?” You question, giggling along with him. He shakes his head.

“I really don’t want to get a ticket for indecent exposure, it happened one other time, and getting caught naked by a cop is not fun, especially when you’re caught with his daughter” His breath fanned out over your neck, sending chills down your body, hips shifting against his. He groaned softly into your neck. “Sh-shit…”

“Sorry” you whisper, biting your lip. “I can’t believe I’m with a criminal” you tease, trying to keep your hips still.

“Well, technically you’re a criminal as well, what we’re doing is still illegal. So, I guess that makes you my partner in crime” His bunny teeth make an appearance.

“A little intimate, considering thirty minutes ago we were complete strangers, and an odd declaration when you’re still in me, but go off I guess” You raise an eyebrow, before looking out the windows, making sure everyone had left.

“Oh, didn’t you know? We’re best friends now, that’s what this whole ploy was about, luring you with lust and food, then making you my best friend.” He joked before slamming into you once more.

      You groan out, arching your back. “H-how are you joking while you’re torturing me?” You ask, reaching out and grabbing onto the nape of his neck. He resumed his thrusts, keeping a steady pace as he fucked into you, having you seeing stars. “Jungkook! You feel so good…” You moan out, clawing at his shoulders.

      “Y/N, I’m not gonna last much longer” He whispers, his hips stuttering erratically. He snuck his hand between your bodies, pinching your clit, his other hand grabbing the sides of your neck, choking you as he fucked into you. Your air was cut off in your throat, the lack of oxygen to your brain throwing you into the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life. As you tightened around him, he spilled into the condom, letting go of your neck, kissing you as you both came down from your highs. He pulled out of you, pulling and tying up the rubber before sitting you up. “You okay?”

You nodded, rubbing the tiredness from your eyes. “A little sore and tired, but otherwise, I’m okay. What time is it?” he looked at his phone.

      “We have, a half an hour left. I feel like that lasted a lifetime,” he chuckled, resting his head on your shoulder.

      “So, what you’re saying is we have enough time to go get McDonald's?” you asked, looking up at him. He laughed, your whole body rumbling with him.

You and Jungkook were as cleaned up as you could be, laughing as you threw French fries at each other.

“Earlier to your boss, you called me Namjoon, do you know a Kim Namjoon?” He asked, taking a sip of his drink. Your eyes widen.

“How do you know my roommate?” You question, pausing your assault on the nuggets that Jungkook bought you.

“He’s one of my best friends, we go to classes together, Namjoon-Hyung. On second thought, I think he did mention you. I was just too dense to listen to him.” He laughs sheepishly. “So how about it? One date?”

“And all those other girls you have?”

He laughs again “About that… the whole getting caught by the cops was real, but it was in high school, but I don’t have a bunch of sex. I just had a crush on you when I came in with my friend Taehyung, and I was just too shy to talk to you. I just have a bunch of boxes, I often give to Taehyung and Jimin. Or anyone else who needs them really.”

You beam at him “Then yeah, I’ll go out on a date with you.”

[icyharrington]

Convince Me (Michael Langdon X Reader)

i really wanted to write a fic featuring cocky, fuckboy hawthorne!michael, so um.. here it is lmfao. hope y’all like (and don’t get too mad at me for blueballing y’all.. i really didn’t feel like writing a full length one shot lol)

plot: michael langdon can give you what you want, but he sure as hell isn’t going to make it easy for you.

warnings: fem!reader, hawthorne!michael, dirty talk, cocky michael, over the clothes stuff??, degradation, no actual smut (but a lot of sexual themes lmao)

word count: 2k

He finally had you right where he wanted you.

It’d been a whirlwind few months, attempting to half-heartedly ward off the advances of the boy wonder himself, Michael Langdon. He’d been drawn to you instantly, that first day he’d joined classes at Robichaux’s. Most of the girls’ jaws had dropped the minute he walked through the door, looking handsome and put-together with his styled waves of golden curls and dark clothes.

Even your gaze had lingered for a moment as he made his way through those white hallways, swaying his hips like he was on a goddamned runway. He knew he was attractive, that he was wanted by most people who laid eyes on him- you could tell from that cocky grin that always seemed to be situated across his full pink lips, and the drawling, almost mocking tone with which he always spoke.

So when he’d begun to pursue you, you’d refused to give him the satisfaction of showing him any interest. Which, in turn, had only made him want you more.

And now here you were, straddled on his lap as he sat on the edge of his bed, having been unable to resist this gorgeous boy any longer. He had a vice grip on your upper thighs as you kissed him, lightly grinding your hips against the growing bulge in his pants. And god damn, was he a good kisser; his tongue felt heavenly against yours, warm and soft and coaxing, his pace lazy but certainly not gentle.

You let out a soft whine when you felt his large hand trail up and down your leg, pausing to teasingly snap the band of your thigh-high sock against your skin. He smirked against your mouth, taking your lower lip between his teeth before reattaching his lips against your jaw.

“I always knew we’d end up like this eventually,” he mumbled lowly, causing your body to erupt into goosebumps from the vibrations of his words. “You were so cute, pretending you didn’t want me. What do they call it? Playing hard to get?”

He snickered to himself, taking in a sharp breath as he splayed his palm against your bare thigh and slid it past the hem of your skirt, giving you a hard squeeze in the process. Dipping his head to meet your neck, he began to suck a bruise just by your jugular, sinking his teeth into the delicate stretch of skin with enough force to make you cry out. You bit your lip, knowing you were going to have a nasty bruise to try and cover up tomorrow.

You jumped at the feeling of his fingertips against your underwear, dragging slowly over the lacy fabric until they reached the damp patch between your thighs. He hummed thoughtfully at the discovery, and from the back of his throat came another laugh. “Awww, wet already, baby?” he teased, pulling away from your neck to look at you with those lust-filled, hooded blue eyes.

You felt your cheeks flush deep red, his fingers forming soft circles over your clit as his other hand reached up to cup your face. His smile grew when he heard your breath hitch, and he gave your bud a forceful push, clearly hoping to elicit another reaction from you. You whimpered, rolling your hips forward to meet his hand, and he tsked softly.

“What do you want?” he asked you, taking to stroking up and down your clothed slit. You couldn’t help but notice how good he smelled, a hardly detectable mixture of cinnamon and sandalwood and pine, only apparent from your close proximity to him. “Hm?”

Noticing that you were trying to look away, he took your chin in his hand and guided it back in his direction.

“You know what I want,” you said, voice hardly above a whisper, and he shook his head.

“I want to hear you say it.”

You sighed, although you certainly weren’t surprised that he was pulling something like this. Swallowing your pride, you spoke. “I- want you, Michael.”

He brushed against your clit again with a feather light touch, but the contact was enough to make you jump in surprise. “Want me how?” You could hear the amusement behind his voice, and you rolled your eyes. He was having fun with this, intentionally riling you up.

With a sudden surge of confidence, you wrapped your fingers around the massive protrusion in the front of Michael’s pants. “Does this answer your question?” you asked with a quirk of your eyebrow.

He hissed, but managed to quickly compose himself again, wrapping his fingers around your wrist and moving it back. “Ah ah, I don’t think so.” He brought your hand to his face, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “You’re going to have to beg me for it.”

You were speechless for a second, but the authoritative tone of his voice seemed to only increase the arousal pooling between your legs. Still, you opened your mouth to protest, narrowing your eyes irritably in his direction. His gaze remained on you, unwavering and calm, and then he grinned, flashing you his perfect teeth.

Fuck, you wanted to punch him so badly right now.

“You think I’m going to make it easy for you? After all these months you’ve turned me away?” he purred, cupping your pussy with a sudden possessiveness that made you gasp.

“M-Michael,” you choked out, eyes fluttering at the warmth of his fingers against your wet heat; you knew after this, your panties would be completely soaked through, but at this point you didn’t care. “You- you can’t be serious.”

But you knew he was; he gave you a pout, feigning sympathy, cocking his head to tug your earlobe into his mouth with his teeth. “Oh, I’m more than serious, (y/n). I’m a man of my word, aren’t I?” His breath was hot against you, and you shuddered, your hair standing on end.

You said nothing, shutting your eyes and rocking yourself forward, hoping to increase the pressure on your sensitive bud. Michael, catching on to this, drew his hand away.

“Go on and beg me, sweetheart,” he said; you wanted to be angry with him for referring to you so condescendingly, but instead you only felt yourself flood with more desperation. You had to be under some sort of spell, you decided, too ashamed to admit the attraction you held towards this abundantly confident man.

“Please,” you said, a half-assed plea, and he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. Frowning, you shifted yourself so that your chest was flush against his, your crotch pressing firmly against his erection. In response, he moved his hands behind you to your ass, slipping them under your skirt and roughly kneading the smooth peaks.

“Please,” you repeated, slow and soft, burying your head in his neck and taking a deep inhale of his cologne. You reached up and toyed with the black ribbon around his neck, easing it out of its knot and tugging slightly at the satin material. “I need you, Michael. Please.”

He looked up at you, fucking delicious with his angled features and porcelain skin, and for a second you almost thought he was ready to give in. Your hope fell away, though, when he let out a raspy chuckle.

“I can’t take your begging seriously when you’re looking down at me like this.”

You stared at him for a moment, unsure of what he was insinuating. And then, all at once, it dawned on you; you nearly let out a groan right then and there. He really wasn’t going to cut you any slack, was he?

With a glare, you slapped his hands away from your ass and slipped off of his knees, lowering yourself onto the wooden floor and wedging yourself between his legs. Sure, you could refuse, spare your pride, but you were too turned on at this point to be blue-balled. He wanted begging? You’d show him begging.

“Mm. Much better,” he said, stroking your hair as you settled yourself, resting your cheek against his thigh and blinking up at him innocently.

“Michael, I need you to fuck me,” you started, running your hands up and down his thighs. He continued to pet your hair, inhaling sharply when you nuzzled your face dangerously close to his crotch. “Please.”

He flashed you an all-too-familiar smug smile, and you were filled with a strange combination of distaste and lust; frustrated, you dug your nails into his legs through the stiff fabric of his pants.

“I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t remember my name,” you said, hoping that if your words became more vulgar, he’d become more inclined to give you what you wanted. You heard something that sounded vaguely like a growl come from the back of his throat, but he didn’t let up. “Want you to make me cum all over your cock.”

“You’re still not convincing me,” he said in a bored monotone, threading his fingers through your hair and guiding your head back by the root. “I want to see how desperate you are for it.”

Again you felt that dip in your tummy, your cunt throbbing almost painfully. Pressing your thighs together in an attempt to garner some relief, you widened your eyes at him, tongue darting out to wet your lips. You were close to actually begging now, anxious to satiate your cravings, but you supposed that’d been Michael’s goal in the first place.

“Michael, please, please, I need it,” you rasped, and you knew he could sense the urgency behind your voice; he laughed cruelly, eyes sparkling at the pathetic sight of you on your knees before him, not a thought on your mind but him. Your face prickled hot with embarrassment, but the feeling only aroused you further, quiet pants escaping your bitten-red lips as you grasped at the hem of his sweater. “Please, fuck, I’ll do anything, please.” He responded to your mindless begging with an idle pat on your cheek, urging you on, and you leant your forehead against his inner thigh. Sobbing softly, you moved towards the prominent tent in his pants, unsure what more you could do to convince him. Was he really going to leave you high and dry? Humiliate you, and then leave you unsatisfied?

Through tear-rimmed retinas, you begged him wordlessly, his heavy-lidded eyes boring into yours. Craning your neck, you began mouthing at his hard cock through his pants, soaking the expensive material with your saliva. His hand dropped down to your head, tightly gripping your hair as you moaned at the feeling of his thick, twitching shaft in your mouth.

“So needy,” he mused, hips stirring as you dampened the front of his pants with each desperate movement of your lips. You flattened your tongue against the side of his bulge, trying to feel as much of him as you could, one hand traveling down between your legs to rub your clit. “No,” he said, and you wondered how he’d been able to tell. Sheepishly you returned your hands to his thighs, batting your eyelashes at him as a string of spit stretched from your glistening lower lip to the front of his slacks.

“Good girl,” he said, allowing you a few more seconds of this before he finally stopped you, tucking two fingers under your chin and tilting it upwards.

“Have I convinced you?” you asked him, hopeful. You squirmed, clenching your thighs tightly as another wave of arousal reached your cunt. God damn it, if he said no…

“Hm. I suppose so,” he said, petting your hair and wiping away the small beads of tears that had gathered in the corners of your eyes. “But, just so I can be absolutely sure that you really want this-“

You scoffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest and rocking back onto your heels.

“-Why don’t you go ahead and show me again? Without the pants in the way this time.”

Fucking asshole.

Of course, though, you obeyed, reaching forward to unbuckle his pants.

Exactly like you expected, he smirked.