#guys my age

[kooktrash]

guys my age | jeon jungkook DRABBLE 18+

➣ pairings: dilf jk x female college student!y/n [she/her]

➣ genre/au: dilf au, best friends father, smut, age gap [38 & 21] flush

warnings: 2k words. smüt. pool smüt [ oral f & m receiving]

You know absolutely nothing about law, especially not the kind Jungkook works with. As a litigator his clientele consists mostly of large businesses filing copyright lawsuits, tax fraud, etc. it’s probably the most boring form of law but he gets paid big bucks for it.

You understood his work and how busy he could be so of course some weekends he still had to work. It kind of sucks when you come see him but you also understand it and try to stay out of his way when his case partner is over.

“Babe!” Jungkook called out from his office.

“Yeah?” You shouted back from the living room where you’ve been on your phone and watching TV. You’ve been lounging around pretty much all of Saturday in just a tiny pair of Jungkook’s plaid boxers and a short top looking like the definition of comfort.

“What are you thinking about for dinner?” He asked, walking into the entrance way of the living room with Namjoon right behind him. You assumed they were done for the weekend. You shrugged, resting your head on the back cushion of the couch as you looked at them two.

“Not hungry.”

Namjoon looked at Jungkook who just looked at him back, “I’ll get these filed and ready for Monday.”

“Alright,” Jungkook said walking Namjoon toward the door but stopped at the couch to be next to you as he watched his partner head the rest of the way toward the door.

“Bye Y/n,” Namjoon said with a clear of his throat, “Sorry for taking up so much time.”

You just waved goodbye and turned your attention back to the TV. Jungkook looked down at you waiting for you to say something, “You’re not hungry?”

“Not really,” you said looking down at your phone lazily.

He released a small sigh as he rounded the couch and sat down next to you. Without a word he picked you up and pulled you onto his lap despite your little whine in protest at being babied.

“You mad at me?”

He knows he works a lot and he just feels so bad. Last time he was able to drive to you for a few days but this time he begged you to come here for the weekend. Then he gets this huge workload that had to be done by Monday so he wasn’t even able to take you out yesterday or today.

Jieun’s mom cheated on him because he was always busy with work and he’s worried. He’s still scared that he’ll drive you away because of work and he doesn’t want that.

You laughed softly, running your fingers through his hair, “No? I’m just not hungry.”

“You sure?” He asked, “Sorry, I know I asked you to come this weekend and then I got all this work that had to be done and I’ve basically wasted your entire Saturday having you locked in here all day.”

You didn’t say anything, hand under his chin as you tilted his head up and placed your lips on his gently. He kissed back immediately letting his tongue swipe along your bottom lip deepening the kiss as you shifted on his lap.

Jungkook brought his hands down to your hips, moving you enough for you to get the hint and straddle him, “You’re always so sweet.”

“Liar,” you smiled into the kiss as he held you pressed against his chest.

“For the most part,” he chuckled, “Plus you taste sweet.”

“Mm, do I?” You asked, looking down at him. You did. Everything about you was sweet to him.

In the beginning you came off strong and eager and very lust driven. That’s what your relationship consisted of at first, just a lot of sex, sex, and sex. Then one day he asked if you wanted to go out for dinner after you left for school, he offered to drive down and the two of you spent an entire day in the city. After that you would call him in the evening, ask how work went, offer to drive down and see him for the weekend but you two still tried keeping it downlow.

When Jieun found out it put a stop to what the two of you did out of guilt until one day Jieun snapped at him and said, ‘Jeez you were a lot nicer when I knew you were hooking up with Y/n!’

Why’d she say that? Because she used his credit card to book a flight to Tokyo with Yoongi. So really, that was her weird way of saying that he needs to date someone so he can relax and it just so happened to be her friend. She still gets grossed out when she sees you two kids but she also feels awful for blaming him for the divorce and Y/n’s her best friend so she got over it pretty quickly. Soon the two of you were officially dating, doing grocery runs, shopping together, going on real dates and all of it. You never blamed him for having to work or not call because he would do little things to make up for it like deliver food to your place, maybe some flowers to your new job—a traditional dating man, you always said. Nobody had ever gotten you flowers and that was just so ridiculous to him that not a single one of your previous boyfriends ever even thought to do that!

Anyway, back to the point, you’re the sweetest little minx he’s ever met.

“What about swimming and then drinks?” You asked now that he was deep in thought, “Before it gets cold.”

He sighed, “You can live in the water, can’t you?”

“Well…” you stared off in thought, “I’m just thinking about how we’ve never had sex in the pool before.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, y’know? A premature death,” he said as he held you tightly and used his big strong arms to stand up with you in his arms, “Let’s go.”

You were both sexual beings despite Jungkook’s three or four years of celibacy. Even when he was with his ex wife he never felt satiated so it’s no surprise that when you came along the two of you were very intimate. You were always so eager and ready and though he loved your sweet side when he would catch you fast asleep on FaceTime while he worked away in his office, he loved your needy side too.

He was gripping the edge of the pool tightly so he wouldn't float away and angled his head to one side in an attempt to deepen the kiss the two of you have been sharing since you got in the water. He wouldn’t be surprised at all if he ever got a complaint from his neighbors from how often he’s fucked you on the poolside. He let the hand that had been cupping your cheek slide down to your neck then toward the hem of your bottoms. Your tongue poked against his and he parted his lips even more to allow you in.

He skimmed over your bottom until his hand touched the soft skin of your thigh where he pinched lightly and wrapped it around his waist. You lifted your other leg on your own essentially straddling his waist in the water as he pushed you against the wall for more support.

Needing to catch a breath, you began to pull back feeling Jungkook follow your movements to keep kissing. You nipped at his bottom lip as you separated, making him groan.

His hands were on your hips now looking down at your swollen glossy lips panting, "You have no idea the things you make me want to do with you.”

He was huffing out of breath pressing himself closer against your body making sure to keep your legs wrapped around him. He lowered his mouth to your neck placing soft kisses up your jugular.

"Yeah? Do tell, Mr. Jeon," you licked your lips smiling at the old term you gave him.

His eyes rolled back as you kissed down his jaw toward the back of his ear. He let out a breathy laugh at the tingle over his sensitive spot. His hands caressed your thighs and back making you grind against him a little, "Again with that? I thought I’ve taught you better.”

“You like it,” you teased. You felt his hand slide under the hand of your underwear, thumb pushing into the bone of your hip tracing it toward your butt. You slipped your tongue out pulling back once more to catch your breath. He looked devilish.

The messy, wet, black hair. The lip piercing he currently swiped his tongue over. The bob of his Adam's Apple as he gulped. The rough feel of his fingers inching toward your core as neither one of you pulled away from the intense eye contact.

Just like that, his middle finger was running over your clit lightly. Your lips drew open in a small gasp and he took the opportunity to go in for a tongue kiss. His brows scrunched together swallowing your moan as your hips bucked into his hand.

His hand toyed with the slick against your heat using it to his aid as he let his middle finger push between your folds.

His mouth formed an 'O' shape against yours at the first feel of your hand over his growing member. The briefs did very little to stand against your hand as you placed your palm over him. The water made it easier for him to carry you without getting tired but it almost numbed your touch—but you wanted pool sex and who was he to say no?

You struggled to tug his briefs down barely getting them under his member to let it peak out as his hand relentlessly rubbed against your clit. You finally slipped your hand over his member, relishing in the size of him as your palm ran over his tip.

The water made it hard to feel everything clearly but as you ran your fingertip along his tip you could definitely feel some sort of substance coming out.

His head dropped down against your shoulder as his hand sped up its ministrations using his free hand to guide your hips further along. His nails dug into the soft flesh of your hip.

"Fuck," he groaned feeling your hand stroke his member. Your nail ran along the thick vein underneath and thumb swiped along his slit. "Feels good," he mumbled against your neck, lips brushing against you as he relished in the feeling.

He could feel you getting close too from the way your walls tightened around his middle finger and it made him want to stretch you further. He let his ring finger toy with your entrance before sinking in feeling some constriction before you relaxed around him.

It didn't take much longer for his hips to stutter as they bucked into your fist and he had to grope at your waist to keep you from falling out of his grasp. His knees were going weak as he used one to keep you up against the wall.

"Jungkook," you moaned lightly, feeling his palm press harder against your clit bringing you closer and closer to your high, "I—I'm close."

"Mmm," he bit his lip, "Let go, pretty baby."

Your legs trembled, one hooking around him tighter pressing him further against you as you grinded against his hand. All it took was the whisper of your name so close to your ear, "Y/n, I love you.”

You nearly froze and got a second he wondered if it was wrong for him to say that. This was still new, he might’ve scared you off but that’s how he felt right now.

“I love you too,” you said in a whisper as your hand drew toward his base massaging his scrotum in your grip and at once, you both released in each other's hands kissing deeply as he mumbled it again against your lips.

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[cokenngun]

Resisting the urge to say ‘I love you’ to any man that gives me attention

[gggukniverse]

update ❗️

hi guys 🥺 i'm sorry for disappearing like that :( a few bad things happened in my life and i didn't feel motivated to be active. i also literally lost the document of my yoongi age gap fic and the basic needs pt 3 so i got really frustrated and couldn't bring myself to write them again (i will eventually once i have the inspiration and drive to do it !!!) but yeah i've seen the support the few fics i've posted have been getting and i really appreciate it <3 thank you so much for reading my stories. i will try to come back once i feel better, i'm sorry for not communicating my feelings with you sooner :( i hope you're all doing well ❤️‍🩹

(also... i wrote a pt 2 for cool with you the other day and i will post it soon !! i know it's not the most wanted update you all want but i personally wanted to continue that story <3 so if you liked the first part stay tuned :) )

[altraviolet]

whenever I get an ask that starts "hey Violet!" I think that's SO cute and also one of my favorite songs is by a band called "Hey Violet" so I always think of that 😄

[nymphetdolita]

Every time a teenage boy disappoint me, Guys My Age by Hey Violet starts playing inside of my head.

[dominique006]

I'm going to vent right now.

You know what I hate the most is guys.

Not just any guys but the once that claim how much the respect women and than in the next second asks you what your biggest turn on.

Likeee nooooo I don't know you I'm no telling you that you lying bastard what kind of guy claims they respect women and asks that .

I did'nt go and ask him how big his manhood is. Because i respected him.

He had such a good start and than bammm out you go.

I can not be the only one please tell me I'm not being dramatic.

🌸🤍

[autumnshighlady]

I have a question. I've seen a lot of controversy about people wanting you to write Guys My Age part 2 and you refusing. Could you explain a bit more why you refuse to write it? I'm so curious, It was a really good fic and I don't get why you won't continue it. Sorry if this is offensive

hi anon, no this is not an offensive question don't worry - since you asked politely I have no problem answering this. There are a few reasons:

I am petty and people were incredibly rude and demanding about part 2, which made me not want to write it. I hate being rushed, and the way people treated me over it completely ruined the concept for me

I love Gavriel, but not enough to make that fic into multiple part series. I still like him, but not enough to write for him again for a while until I maybe do a re-read of the series.

While the concept of best friend's dad corrupting the reader is hot, I only like it to an extent. I utilized that trope for a world that is fictional, but at the end of the day when it comes down to it, it's creepy and predatory haha. I enjoy writing it on occasion when I'm in the mood, but I will not write it consistently

a lot of people wanted part 2 to be the reader learning how to give Gavriel a blowjob and tbh blowjobs are not up there in my top 3 list of favourite things - for writing, reading, or doing. It doesn't appeal to me as much as writing other things.

hope this cleared some things up

[usagis-tsukinos]

Guys My Age - 2

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Chapter 1

Pairing: Lucifer x F!Reader

Rating: E for Everyone

Warnings: None

Words: 1,329

ask to tag: @just-a-sleepy-idiot

For the next three to four weeks, they barely saw each other between saying good morning or talking after their respective jobs in the driveway. Lucifer would sometimes see the mailman linger at her door for a little bit longer than usual but other than that he didn’t really pay attention. He’d walk Ramsey and keep to himself. One day he sat on the couch, watching TV on his day off before there was a knock on the door. When he opened it, there stood another neighbor, a woman closer to his age who held a plate of cookies in her hands with a big smile.

“Oh. Hello.” He awkwardly greeted, looking behind her and seeing the first girl he met across the street talking to the mailman– again? Didn’t he just come by this morning? “Hi! My name’s Eleanour.” Her voice was a little squeaky but she seemed nice enough, Lucifer simply nodded, standing there in his doorway before he noticed her holding the plate. “I brought you some Welcome to the Neighborhood treats! These are butter pecan cookies, with some peanut butter blossoms, chocolate chips…” He found himself distracted as she rambled off the cookies, still watching as the mailman across the yard kissed his neighbor on the cheek after making sure no one was looking. He's not very subtle, Lucifer thought. He must think he’s somehow invisible in that uniform. 

“Am I interrupting something?” Eleanour frowned, lowering her tray slowly before Lucifer cleared his throat and tried to force a smile. “No, no, you’re… fine.” She smiled, handing him the tray. “Well, I’ll be over there, just three doors down.” He gave her a tight smile, nodding slightly. “Okay.” Eleanour was pretty, just.. Lucifer couldn’t put his finger on it. “Just holler in case you need anything!” With that, his front door was shut and Lucifer could actually gather his thoughts for a bit. He couldn’t understand why he felt so weird about seeing the neighborhood mailman kissing his next door neighbor, he barely knew her! So what was the fuss? It was none of his business.

The next day, he went to the store, bringing Ramsey to sit in his passenger side while he grabbed groceries with the doors locked and the AC on blast. Even though Lilith and his divorce was final and he was on his own again, he just felt like his life was on autopilot. Everything was slow, even when he played with Ramsey. It felt like something was missing and he finally understood men who had midlife crises. The sound of another cart bumping into him took him out of his gaze as he mindlessly stared at the conflicting object before meeting the face of his neighbor, the pretty one kissing the mailman before she awkwardly tried to move her cart out of his way.

“Sorry.” she mumbled as her one wheel went funky like they always do when you’ve grabbed the worst cart possible. Lucifer looked into her cart briefly; eggs, flour, different shaped pans, a few different cereals, nothing out of the ordinary. He almost wanted to make a joke about how he saw her kissing the mailman like some 1950’s housewife kissing the milkman while her husband worked but knew he wasn’t quite on that level with her, and wondered if he ever would be. Now that was a thought. Clearing his throat, he shook his head, “Don’t worry about it.” This felt so unnatural. It’s not like he’d never spoken to her or seen her before, nor was it like they weren’t on at least first name basis with each other. Lucifer saw her cheeks go red in embarrassment as it took her so long just to move her cart to the other side of the freezer aisle.

“So,” She stammered, placing her purse into the little basket at the beginning of the cart, “How are you settling into the new place? Is it nice?” “Yeah.” Does she know he saw her yesterday? Was it really that big of a deal? Unless he was married… Scandal in the neighborhood indeed, sleeping with your married mailman. 

“I saw that Eleanour came to welcome you to the area. She’s super nice, isn't she?” Lucifer glanced towards the frozen pizzas, wondering how long they were meant to carry on such polite conversation before one of them went to pay for their food. “She’s fine. Nice.” He opened the door, grabbing a box and interrupting her before she could continue, “I’ll see you around, I have Ramsey in the car waiting and she starts barking if I leave her in there too long.” Before she could say anything he was almost speeding his way to self checkout as he fought down the pit in his stomach at the thought of his neighbor, who he barely knew by the way, kissing their mailman. Was it jealousy? Envy? That’s just stupid, he thought, putting his groceries into the car and petting Ramsey in greeting before making his way home. 

Meanwhile, across the street she dumped her baking supplies on the counter, groaning loudly as a pan fell on her floor with a loud bang. In the corner of her eye her phone lit up, Eleanour’s name flashing across the screen with a text reading ‘Hi sweetheart, do you need any help today?’, but she chose to ignore it for now, looking over the recipe she printed out and deciding to get started. An hour later she sat on the floor, crying because the cookies she attempted to make were burnt to a crisp and this would show to be the seventh batch she’s attempted to make this week that came out wrong. Grabbing her phone, she cried into Eleanour’s ear about how she burnt yet another set of cookies and that no one would want someone so bad at cooking. “Okay, okay, honey, I’ll be right over.” could barely be heard over her sobs before being hung up on to sit in her kitchen in the dark, with only the oven light and the smell of burnt food to keep her company for the next few mins.

Letting herself in, Eleanour quickly began to clean up the kitchen, scraping off food from the tray and pushing the trash down so she could easily work. Eleanour bent down, helping her neighbor up and wiping her tears as she continued to listen to her complaints. “You’ll get it eventually,” She soothed, sitting her down at her own kitchen table so she could breathe, “It takes practice, that’s all.”

“But all I do is practice! And every time I almost have to call the fire department! It’s bad enough Kenny won’t even eat what I cook, even if I manage to not burn it by some miracle!” Whoops. That wasn’t meant to come out. But Eleanour said nothing, she wasn’t stupid, she was well aware of her little fling with their neighborhood mailman but it was none of her business. Making them a cup of decaf Eleanour sat across from her, “I saw our new neighbor today. I was a little late to the Welcoming Committee, but he seems alright.” She said nothing in response, almost looking shy as she remembered her awkward encounter with him in the grocery store that afternoon. But was it really that awkward? She thought, circling her coffee cup along the rim. 

Changing the subject, she got up from her seat, “I’m sorry I called you over, Eleanour,” she started with her back to her as she leaned a little towards her kitchen counter. “But I think I need some sleep.”

“You want me to sleep over? Maybe help out with breakfast in the morning, I’m off.” “No, thanks.” She mumbled, pouring her coffee into the sink and not looking at her. “I’m gonna make a TV dinner and call it a night.” Eleanour walked over and kissed her cheek, “I’ll treat you to lunch tomorrow, you sleep well.”

“Thanks.”

[84reedsy]

I was listening to Guys my Age and it had me thinking of Scott

Tbh i had to check this song out, wasn't familiar with it. But it definitely fits several of our resident sexy old men we like to fawn over, Scott 100% included in that.

I think there's a lot he could show a girl younger than him, that the boys her age just COULD NOT. 🥴🥴🥴🥴

Ib man when a guy can look at you with this face? You know you're in for it (positive)

Song link: https://open.spotify.com/track/4JiB8PtmlnUcD60tBue6kj?si=YuxNuSrlSmS7Ic7FX1s2sg

[kooktrash]

am i tripping or isn’t this your storyline of „guys my - age“ https://www.tumblr.com/living4thefame/746463675795308544/be-my-daddy

like ikyfl the storyline is exactly like yours, they only changed a little to not make it obvious in which they clearly failed at because when i clicked on it i thought it was an update of your fic (didn’t pay attention at the @) but then i saw the username and was completely shocked. i just wanted to let you know bc your are one of the BEST writes on this app and you always take your time to come up with really cool story’s that nobody tried out before and even if you always have a different approach to it so that’s why i instantly got irritated bc wtf this is clearly stealing ….anyways i hope we can do smth about this!

stay safe, love u 💗

imma be honest friend I gave it a read and yeahhhhhh I do think they’re very similar 😭idk what to do in this situation though bc yes I can spot a lot of similarities in our work which is a bit strange bc they seem to be a talented writer but from the summary, the intro, the dang pizza for dinner on the first night 🥹it reads the same but idk what to do

thank u for bringing this to my attention and thank u for your nice words about my work <3 I love feedback good or bad and I love when readers look out for me and my work, means a lot to me 🫶🏽

on another note, [literally completely random bc idk how to respond to these sort of things aside from avoid until it’s a bigger issue 💀]

I am currently working on a new fic one might say is a love child between Romantic Dreams and Fighting Heart 🫣

here’s an insight on the playlist

[weltenreiserin]

Sad but true.

[221bshrlocked]

Guys My Age was the first fic of yours I read and now I've been here for a while♥️

🥹🥹🥹

Anon, whoever you are, I just want you to know that I love you sincerely and that you made me entire year with your message because I definitely moved in from Marvel fanfic pretty much and to know that you are still here means the world to me. I hope you get a good night's rest or have a lovely morning wherever you are. Also, I'm glad you enjoyed that fic so much... It's sort of what started it all in a way.

[casualgh0sty]

Don't know how to touch me, don't know how to love me good.

[youonlylovemeformy-bigsunglasses]

Having this song on repeat in my headphones is a different feeling

[merlinaknight]

For all the new Ghoul/Cooper Howard/Walton Goggins girlies, this is for you. Enjoy!

I'm gonna call out my daddy issues here when I say this but you think coop refers to the age gap you would undoubtedly have? Like he would have you cornered and have his hands up your shirt whispering about how "you shouldn't let a dirty old man touch you like this." like HELLO 😍

me thinks the man doth protest too much 😉

(oops my daddy issues reared their head, my bad sksksk)

i think he'd be super hesitant but once you gave him the green light, he'd go full steam ahead - though he'd be whispering the whole time how wrong this is, how he shouldn't be doing this - fuck what is he thinking - why are you letting him do this? don't you care that he's old enough to be your father? why are you allowing him to touch and kiss and fuck you?

surely it can't feel that good when his hands slide up your shirt, cup your tits and roll his thumbs over your nipples. pinch and pluck and play as he kisses his way up the side of your neck.

nips on your earlobe. slide the other hand between your thighs to feel how soaked your panties are, brushing rough fingertips over damp cotton to rub firm circles against your aching clit.

to tug them aside so he can slip his fingers in, only to groan about how tight and warm and soft you are when you cry out at how wide they spread you open. how this has to be a dream, there's no way you're seriously getting off on this.

right?

the talented flick of his wrist as he strokes along the front wall of your pussy, tapping at the rough patch of ridges that make up your g-spot with the pads of his fingers. grinding in and holding until your thighs are shaking, knees soft and doughy.

how you pant into his mouth, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip as your hands sink into his hair, tugging as you rock into his touch. how you shiver, full-bodied, as he punches desperate little moans out of your mouth.

you should not be doing this, it's so so wrong. what if you get caught? there'll be no living it down. and yet he's never been harder in his life, his cock filling out the front of his pants, zipper digging painfully into the leaking head.

you feel, taste, and sound so good.

and while he shouldn't, he wants to get you under him, fuck his way between those thighs. make you cry and gasp and clutch at his shoulders when you cum around his cock, nails digging lines down his back.

he can't - he can't.

but oh, does he want to.

wants to stretch that pretty pussy out and show you how all the guys your age don't compare to the experience he's got. wants to prove how fast he can make you cum for him.

have you ever actually cum sweetheart? have any of those boys you've fooled around with really cared long enough to truly pleasure you, drag you to the edge by your fingernails? do they even know where the clit is?

from the way you buck and claw, kisses harsh and tongue desperate, he'd hazard that's a no. but it's okay because while this is wrong (on so many different levels), while he really really shouldn't (but really really wants to), he can show you what it's like. an educational experience, as it were.

it's okay, it'll be your little secret. after all, a pretty young thing like you deserves to be used well. and though everything in him rebels against the idea, he's mighty flattered you choose him.

[nymphetdolita]