#he’s kinda my babygirl if u think ab it

[fioblah]

death, he whispers

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[titaswrld]

Hi! I like your Deadpool as your boyfriend post, can you please do Logan as your boyfriend next? 😄

logan howlett (wolvie)

…as your boyfriend!

description: wolverine, logan howlett as your boyfriend!

pairing: wolvie x you!

|an: my man my man he love me!

- he’s so big and so tall and scruffy and so mmm. that’s your man! and u want everyone to know it

- like i keep mentioning, he is manhandling tf out of you no matter ur size, all the time!

- he thinks it’s soo cute that he can pick you up in his arms with ease and he loves to hear squeal out a “logaaan!” as he throws you on to the bed

- he’s so standoffish and kinda shy when you’re first around each other bc he’s sooo into you and he thinks you’re so cute

- but once he founds out you dig him too ooo girl

- he grows such a big soft spot for you, you’re the only person that ever sees him vulnerable. and he’s such a silly goose.

- he becomes so much more himself, he’s messing with you all the time throwing teasing insults with a smirk on his face just to watch you get all riled up from him.

- he’s also flirting with you 24/7 girl he’s hot and he knows it. sometimes he’s rather crude but you like it. so it’s okay!

“nice shorts you got there little lady” he said with a teasing tone as you walked past him into the kitchen to grab a quick snack.

“god they’re not even that short!” you’d said, pulling them down a bit. they were that short. but hey, they did the job.

and by job, you mean drive logan crazy.

- but once you become his omg…

- you’re his. nobody is touching you and he’ll make sure of that. and it’s pretty hot.

- if anybody even has body language that even slightly seems like they’re into you oh girl….

- they’re becoming a new scratching post!

- not only are you his, but he’s yours. super loyal! and if he can’t get someone off his back, you bet your ass you will!

- you always feel so protected and he always makes you feel so protected because you are! he would do anything for you and to make sure his lover is safe and sound.

- he’s so obsessed with you and he’s not afraid to hide it, he’s not overly affectionate but he is in fact a cuddle monster.

- he’ll hold your hand, or shove a hand in your back pocket, or lend you his jacket to let people know your his, but he saves the good stuff for back at home.

- you’re also his drinking buddy, he isn’t a fan of the tequila like you are, he’ll stick to his whiskey. but he always takes care of you after a night out and makes sure you’re snug as a bug!

- he is the biggest dom ever omg it’s so hard to get him to sub out for you but when he finally does it’s the best night of your life.

- all the noises he makes that you’ve never heard from him are music to your ears.

- a MUNCH. need i say more? thats why he got that damn beard!

- oh and we know those abs are like a pack of buttered up hawaiian rolls and you wanna go for a ride!

- of course he’ll let you! anything for his babygirl, lick em, touch em, fuck em, anything his baby wants. as long as he gets to watch and as long as you feel good.

- he also loves the praise as you ride yourself out on his abs.

- he loves attention and praise, especially when it’s about his figure.

you and logan lie in bed, his figure cradling yours as he slowly felt you slot your head between his craned arm.

“your muscles are so big babe. give me a lil flex.” you stated, holding on to outside of his forearm with your neck between the underside his forearm and bicep.

“you’re crazy bub.” he states, chuckling and lightly flexing his arm, not enough to hurt you but enough to satisfy you and make you giggle as his big muscles squished your cheeks together.

- you’re always touching his muscles, they’re so hot. and hey, he doesn’t work out like that for nothing! he loves it when you cling to his biceps, or run your fingers down his chiseled back.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

🎃nightmare suit groovies~🎃

***Spoilers below the cut!! Please note: The R cards (Azul, Epel, Vil, Malleus) do not have new illustrations.***

OH MY GOD STOOOOP 😭 NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS CHARACTER CAMEOS IN THE GROOVIES??? ?? ?????? ??!???!? ?? ??? YOU MIGHT AS GFWELL WALK RIGHT UP TO ME AND IRiP MY FRIGIGN HEART OT RIGHT NOW

wWAHASL,ADFJHHDUPGFFI42T69O38QGPEGBIP;DGN;GDN;J J WORD SQUASHED U P IN THE AMYOR'S LITTLE CAR.. . . ....... . . . ... . . .. . ...... . . . OTL With the hair pushed back like that, teeth out, and eyes lidded, Jade almost looks like Floyd here. I THPOGU TI WOULDN'T BE sURIRPISED BY HIS SMIELS ANYMORE BUT I GUESS SI AWAS WRONG... This smile's very different than his unhinged/suspicious/evil ones and his pure ones, it's charming but more on the relaxed side. I also noticed the teeth are wider than usual (again, very Floyd-like), Jade's are narrower/smaller.

I like Trey's Groovy a ton! A lot more than I thought I would, actually. The blueish lighting and him looming over Sally's pot reminds me of his Club Wear card. ahdbasdlai There's also a slight sheen to his eyes, so Trey comes off like he's fascinated by her cooking and wants to learn more about Sally's techniques. He looks slightly shady too though, like some drug dealer inspecting the goods...

FHLBOQYW8QYFAFWI LRIDDLE'S RIDING IN THE CURSED CHILDREN'S BATHTUB... It's a little terrifying how hyperdetailed Lock, Shock, and Barrel's faces are and how they're all staring right at the camera. Riddle seems so calm, glancing at you over his shoulder with a little smirk. I usually don't use this adjective for him, but it makes Riddle feel cool! And since the image is shot from a slight worm's eye view angle, it gives him the illusion of being taller than he actually is--

Go figure, you slap the mad scientist character with the mad scientist of Halloween Town. Perfect pairing, honestly. I get very similar vibes between Idia and Dr. Finkelstein as I did with Trey and Sally; Idia is showing a real interest in the good (?) doctor's work and they appear to be deep in a discussion about it. The way Idia is bending over the table adgvkadsdval it kinda gives his body a more... triangular shape... that I just KNOW bro doesn't actually have. His face here seems more elegant than usual, almost Vil-like.

Thanks for the uncalled for viewing of the underside of your boot, Sebek 💀asjldboaysvyfevfeq I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS, he's trying so hard to come off as intimidating but I cannot see him as "the boss", even if he is posed like one. Give that jack 'o lantern some credit though, it sure is doing a fine job of supporting Sebek's big ol' beefy arm. Jack Skellington in the back is also sending me... Is he supposed to be intimidating??? That positioning just makes me think of someone leaning against a doorframe and trying to flirt by calling you their babygirl. GHBLIABFYIABFIAF ANYWAY I DON'T THINK THIS GROOVY WAS FOR ME

... wHAT THEFUCK. That was NOT what I expected of Jamil's Groovy. First was the weird pumpkin stroking, now bro's dancing with skeletons?????? IS THIS JUST WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU'REEMOTIONALLY REPREssED YOUR ENTIRE LIFE... YOU POP OFF AND DO THE MOST OUT OF PocKET THINGS FOR FUNSIES?????? Jamil looks so smug as he's doing it too, it feels like he's shittalking you like a Mean Girl while he's busting a sick dance move. (Cameo: his toof) Jack in the background also looks the most sinister of all the SSRs. That combination of laughter and showing off his teeth... Unsettling.

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[beefboyandbabygirl]

Titty-Shirt! (18+)

pairing: pervert!rollercoaster operator!jeonghan x bigtiddie!fem!reader

genre: theme park au??? lmao, coworkers to lovers, kinda enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, lil crack, lil angst

description: you start your new job and your mentor, jeonghan, is the biggest piece of shit you've ever met. you swear you hate him. you swear. he's just also the most gorgeous man you've ever seen.

warnings: whew this requires a lot of warning, first of all a lot of DUBCON BEHAVIOR FROM JEONGHAN INITIALLY (we know she enjoys it to some extent, but he doesnt know), hes a sleazy perverted fuck, tiddie playing, tiddie sucking, tiddie fucking, fingering (f. receiving), dry humping, mirror sex, praise (f. receiving), dirty talk, FINGER SUCKING HNG, a lil degradation (f. receiving), meanie condescending jeonghan turning all soft for ur tiddies :(, V TIDDIE-CENTRIC IF U COULDNT TELL, belinda loves jeonghan, WEED LOTTA WEED, explicit depictions of smoking weed, high sex, this fic sounds rough but it actually has some really soft cute moments, im pretty sure thats it lmk if i forgot smth

quotes from babygirl (@joshibambi): "shove ur cock down my throat treat me like the whore i am", "FUCKING STEP ON ME", "omg hes so disgusting..... im so attracted to him"

wordcount: 13.2k

a/n: the way i raced 2 finish this before im actually moving out... ALSO thinking ab making this a series? like one for each member, the theme being "unusual jobs". like not stuff youd immediately think of like coffee shop or lawyer or ceo or whatever. like. strange jobs. would u guys b on board?

“We’re so excited to have you working with us.” 

She had a mole on her nose that was hard to ignore. It was big and exceptionally round - your thoughts flitted back to your dearest Discovery Channel, and how amazing it was that nature could create such perfect spheres. The thought of your couch and your blanket and your most cherished nature docs brought upon a wave of uncertainty. You could just be lying at home, you thought. 

“Happy to be here,” you smiled tightly. She was your new manager and she was short and stout and had gray hair and a lovely smile and a round mole on her nose. You tried not to make it obvious you were staring at it. 

You were standing in your city’s local theme park under a long path with flower archways. People, kids and parents and ninth graders, swarmed around like bees, standing at booths and in lines to old, janky, rusted roller coasters. It was summer and you were wearing the branded shirt they’d given you, slightly too small, and the matching cap. Insects buzzed past your stray hairs and you looked up at the bright blue sky. 

You needed a job, you had known, and your mom had certainly known it too, so you could only lounge around after graduating for a short while, before you opted to apply. This had been your last choice. You’d tried to become some sort of lobby-worker, tried makeup stores and even regular stores. You used to make fun of the people who worked here. But now that person was you, and standing under the archways in the summer sun slathered in sunscreen, you figured you would make the best of it until the busy season was over. 

“So,” your manager, Belinda, began after a brief pause of polite nods, “new employees such as yourself are required to be trained and surveyed by an existing worker for a two-week period, but after that you get to run the rides all by yourself.” 

She said it like it was something to look forward to. You tried to believe that it was.

“Of course,” you said, and once again the space between you was filled with polite and exaggerated nodding. “Need to learn first before you get to be the master.”

“Exactly!” she said. Her lipstick was barbie-pink and a little overlined on the right side. She smelled faintly of gasoline. “So we’re handing you off to one of our star-employees!”

You hummed and noticed her taking a step backwards, indicating you to follow. She began walking, trudging over the cobbled paths and shuffling awkwardly in between walls of people. You followed behind. “He’s been working here for the past two years, so he knows the place in and out.”

As you walked, passing twisting, gnarly tracks with screams emanating from them and stands with oversized, China-made plushies hanging from them, you tried to imagine what a star-employee at Caratland Theme Park looked like. 

It was probably someone that loved roller coasters, maybe someone like yourself, who strived for approval and perfection, maybe someone that found a certain joy in being a good service experience for guests. Someone who was good with kids? 

“So you’ll be training with him for a bit before we leave you alone with the coasters, of course, but it should be no trouble, he’s a fun guy!” 

You passed by a haunted house, where a group of kids psyched each other up in the queue. Dodging a tree, you finally came up on a certain blue ride where Belinda stopped and put her hands on her hips, power posing in front of the creaky, old machinery. 

The Pirate Swing. That’s what it was called, and it was a big ship attached to a huge, metal pole on each side, and it was currently swooshing up and down with a large, grating sound. You cringed at it. Belinda noticed and frowned, fingers fiddling with the edge of her shirt. “Maybe we should oil that one.” 

Kids and parents were lined up at the stairway leading up to it in a parade of artificial polyester colors, and on the edge of the platform where the ship was shoveling through the air, a little booth was sat. Peeking through the frankly grimy windows, you could see him. He was slumped back in a wooden chair, wearing the same shirt as you and Belinda, and wearing big, blocky, black sunglasses. 

“Jeonghan!” she called, and you saw the figure jolt. He looked briefly dazed, before he snapped his head up to peer through the glass, smiling and waving. The kids in line turned to glare at you. He scrambled up from his seat clumsily and with sporadic movement, and you both watched how he hunched over the door, shaking it in its frame before it finally let open. He took one long step out the door and was finally outside, looking down at you from the platform and leaning on the railing. 

“Belinda! Nice to see you,” he breathed, smiling in a way that seemed to indicate he did not find the prior sequence of events embarrassing. In fact, he seemed to think he had the upper hand - the confidence rolled off of him in waves. You grimaced. 

You could see him much better now that he was outside, not broken up by the greasy glass, and whatever you had envisioned the star-employee to look like, this was not it. He was young, maybe just a little older than you, and he was thin, with long black hair that just kissed his shoulders. About half of his face was hidden away behind the frankly humongous sunglasses on his face, but he had pale pink lips and a pronounced cupid's bow, and even though you were a little skeptical of him, the cockiness in his smile was well-received. 

“This is Y/n!” Belinda said (yelling to overpower the severely loud child glee), gesturing to you, and you almost felt self-conscious when he looked over at you and smiled. “She’s a new employee and you’ll be her mentor during her training period.” 

“Sure thing!” he said simply. Again with the polite nods, you thought, before you felt Belinda’s hand on your shoulder. You glanced over and she squeezed. 

“Good luck, Y/n! You’re in great hands!” Now that you weren’t so sure about. Had the two of you not seen the same thing? 

You mumbled a thanks and she padded away, once more dodging and weaving through huge chains of people, and you squinted after her, before you turned back to Jeonghan. He was already looking at you, a lazy smile on his lips. 

“Welcome to The Pirate Swing, matey! Get up here and let me show you the ropes,” he padded back to the booth, now visibly more relaxed, as his back returned in a hunch. “I should probably stop the ride,” he mumbled to himself, pressing a button on a long controlpanel with a grid of eight buttons. 

You climbed up the stairs unsurely, hand smoothing over the railing as you went. At the top you squeezed in beside Jeonghan. It was a fairly small space, just big enough for the two of you to stand next to each other. Jeonghan smiled a straight smile at you, before brushing past you to let out the dizzy guests. 

“Was it a good ride?!” You heard him ask distantly, while you studied the interior of the booth. 

It was reeking with a sweet herbal stench, and for a moment you might’ve chalked it up to sweat and cologne, but when your gaze danced over the grid, you became aware of a small, open ziploc of weed on the countertop, crumbs of it dotted by the opening. An energy drink, most certainly warm from the sun flowing in, was perched next to it, and you saw more cans by the foot of the wooden chair (it seemed like a chair that had been dragged in from somewhere else - it was almost reminiscent of the one from your grandma’s house).  

You grimaced, looking over to where Jeonghan was waving kids off and shuffling over to let in people from the queue, a big sign for checking heights in his hand. The sunglasses, of course, you thought and frowned at the room. Luckily it seemed pretty straight forward, so maybe you could escape this Jeonghan character earlier than two weeks. 

“Right,” Jeonghan clapped his hands together, pushing past you again. “This is how you turn it on,” he said and pressed one long, skinny finger to a black button that read ‘dispatch’. 

Sure enough, the huge metal set to work again, screeching as it lifted a boat-full of nuclear families through the air. 

“You turn it off with this other one. Usually rides just stop by themselves when they reach the end, but since we got a little shitty one today it’s manual.” 

“Okay,” you said, nodding along and watching when his hand danced and pointed to the set of buttons.

“That’s pretty much it!” he said, collapsing in his chair again, sunglasses sliding halfway down his nose and revealing his bloodshot eyes. 

“What about the other buttons?” you ask pointedly, arms crossed.

“Don’t worry about them, sweet cheeks,” he waved you off. “They don’t do much.”

The empty cans by his chair clattered when he reached down a hand for one, toppling over and hitting the metal flooring. You scrunched your nose in disgust. 

“I like your shirt,” he mumbled, nimble fingers picking up a particular empty can. It was bent on one side, little holes pricked in it - it was a makeshift bong. You scoffed at him. This was the star-employee?

“We have the same shirt,” you deadpanned. 

“Yeah, but I like yours better,” he grinned lazily, can now in hand, when he leaned forward to fetch the ziploc of weed. “Nice and tight.” 

“You’re gross,” you spat, brows furrowed. “This is a kid’s establishment, you know that, right?” 

“Ninth graders fuck here all the time,” he shrugged. You gasped, not only because it was an extremely gross fact, but also because that was not what you were suggesting. “I’m referring to the fucking weed in your hand, jackass!” 

“Woah, calm down!” He shushed you, and you might’ve genuinely scared him, because he looked around each window of the booth, light cascading down his tan skin. He was wearing a pair of shorts, and you saw his knee bounce. When he’d secured the area, he turned to you with a hiss: “That’s a secret, woman! You can’t just throw words like that around.” 

“Then maybe you shouldn’t smoke here!” You snapped, but Jeonghan was doing exactly the opposite. Ducking down so it wasn’t totally visible from the windows, he’d placed a little nugget of weed on the grate, and was now setting it alight with Transformers-print lighter.

“This is your first day, right? Trust, you’re gonna end up being high on the job too,” he ended his sentence by placing his lips around the mouth of the can, sucking in smoke.

“That’s such a safety hazard,” you murmured, looking down at him from where you stood. He pulled away, smoke still in his mouth and you saw a twinkle in his eyes from above his falling sunglasses. Then he lunged forward and blew it into your face, a concentrated stream of weed smoke bouncing off your shiny cheeks. “Hey!”

You sputtered and spat, shoulders tense and straining against the fabric of your shirt. Jeonghan settled back down in his chair, legs spread.

“The kids love me! With or without weed!” he said, voice a little groggy from the smoke. You coughed, discontent. 

“Maybe they love you because you get them contact-high,” you mumbled under your breath. Jeonghan grinned at that. 

Suddenly he leaned back in his chair to study you, one hand on the can, the other taking off his sunglasses. He stared up at you with fire-red eyes and soft, long hair and a bemused grin on his lips. Seeing his full face, you gulped under his intense gaze. He was really pretty. Annoying. More annoying than pretty. But still. 

Distantly, kids screamed and a constant buzz of countless conversations overlapped in each inch of the park. Jeonghan reached out a finger and poked your jean-clad hip once. 

“You’re funny,” was all he said, something resembling curiosity in his eyes. “Yeah. Funny girl with the tight shirt.” 

You were going to retaliate (they truly had run out of your size and had opted for this as a temporary option, it wasn’t your fault!), but Jeonghan coughed suddenly, eyebrows furrowing as he sat back up in his seat. 

“Oh shit, should probably stop the ride now.”  _____________________________

You thought about quitting. 

You could honestly say that Jeonghan made you think about quitting, and maybe you would even have brought the plan into action, had it not been for the fact that you had been rejected from just about every other job that you’d applied to. It seemed you were stuck. 

You showed up the next day in your shirt and it felt even tighter than the day prior, and the cap tightened around your scalp like you were a toy in a claw machine. 

Fortunately for you, the park seemed much less crowded today. It was a Wednesday, parents were still working and apparently no one sought out the thrill of scary, old, decaying rides on such afternoons. You admired how much lovelier it was when it was still, as you walked up to The Pirate Swing. 

“Hey, titty-shirt!” 

The loveliness was ruined. 

Jeongan was standing on the railing with someone else you didn’t recognize, long, black hair swaying out from the rim of his cap. He waved enthusiastically, watching your form slump at his words. 

“Hey, Jeonghan,” you muttered, approaching the steps. The boy beside him looked mildly uncomfortable at the interaction. 

“It’s a good thing you’re here, N/n - can I call you N/n?” he didn’t let you answer, simply continued talking like a telemarketer. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re here. Me and my buddy, Junhui, from the Beetle Bug ride were just discussing something that I think is extremely valuable to learn about this place!” 

“Are you gonna teach me about the rest of the buttons?” you drawled, eyes half closed in feigned boredom (as much as you disliked him, it certainly wasn’t boring). 

“No!” Jeonghan snapped his fingers at you. You noticed he had this way of smiling, that irked you. It was void of sincerity and was instead wolfish and teasing, something genuinely animalistic and mean-spirited. It was distasteful.

“On days like these-” he hovers and outstretched hand to gesture to the mostly bare land of the theme park, “- you can steal food from the restaurants.” 

After just one eight hour shift with Jeonghan, you find yourself not even remotely surprised at this. You cross your arms over your chest (Jeonghan’s eyes briefly flick down to them, and you think you might actually hate him): “I have a packed lunch.” 

“Packed lunches are for geeks and nerds,” he said, unbothered. “You can come along if you want to get some delicious, warm pizza, or you can stay here like a loser and explain to every kid that comes by, that you’re not allowed to give them a ride on the coaster and watch them cry until you get fired. Your choice, babe.” 

“Don’t call me that,” you snarled. Jeonghan shrugged with puckered lips and the Beatle Bug guy - Junhui - scrunched his face in disgust at the two of you. 

“Not gonna lie, I’m gonna go find Seungkwan,” he said, not even attempting to hide his dismay for your dynamic. He brushed past you on the stairs, hands buried in his pockets. “If you guys fuck, do it in the bathroom Chan uses!” he yelled, trudging past the pillars that held up the haunted house. 

“Sure thing, Jun!” Jeonghan smiled, and you could punch him. Again that animalistic, joyful, laughing-at-you-not-laughing-with-you smile.

“What if I snitch on you?” you asked, hoping it would knock some sort of sense into him, but he only shrugged.

“Belinda loves me. Whenever she works on Valentine’s day, she cries in her office and I let her rant about her shitty boyfriends,” the visual was somehow not hard to imagine. Belinda in her office chair (you’d seen it once, and all you could say was the interior looked like something from a log cabin) and Jeonghan, 19, feeding into everything she said. “You can say what you want, but she’ll just fire you for making up rumors.” 

Your brows furrowed. “That’s so concerning.” 

“Nothing about this place works right,” he admitted and it was maybe the only time you’d sensed an ounce of truth in his words. “So, are you coming?” 

You hesitated. You really were working up a real distaste for Jeonghan, but talking to spoiled, crying kids seemed worse than anything else at the moment. You decided you could live through Jeonghan’s lewd comments and maybe make friends with some other park workers. 

“Okay.” 

“I knew you loved me,” he teased, and then grabbed your wrist from the top of the steps, bouncing down and pulling you along with him. “Hey!” you yelped, but Jeonghan was, as always, unbothered. 

He pulled you by a narrow walkway into the toilets, passing by a single, confused family, as you stumbled behind him. There was a fountain with a hen figurine on top, which he steered around, your arm jerking limply, as he went down a flower-walkway. 

“You do this often?” you remarked, out of breath from jogging to match his strides. 

“Oh yeah. Mingyu works there and he’s like 16, he lets me do anything,” Jeonghan giggled evilly, glancing over his shoulder once, and you gulped, and hated the way his eyes were so big and pretty, and the way his hair blowed softly along carvings of his cheeks. 

“It’s great that you have so many people here to enable your bad habits,” you said. Whatever sarcasm you portrayed in your tone, Jeonghan ignored it, still smiling when he said: “Right?” 

When you stopped you were standing on the backside of a blocky building - one of the many offers of food you provided, prices marked up to drain the suburbs of their cash. You felt something underfoot, and looked down on the gravelly, rustic pavement, only to see circa 20 cigarettes jammed in between the rocks. You scrunched your nose. 

“What? You don’t like cigs?” you looked up at Jeonghan’s voice, to see him grinning cheekily at you. His eyes sparkled and for maybe just a second it was kind of attractive. 

“I don’t..” you broke off eye contact. “I don’t mind, it’s just.. Is everyone here like you?” 

“Sweetheart,” he tutted, and you nearly flinched at the feeling of his long fingers tapping your cheek, cool on the warming skin. You looked back up at him and he had tilted his head to the side. Why was he being attractive? Why were you finding him attractive? “There’s no one like me.” 

Before you could respond, Jeonghan pushed open the backdoor, the heat of the kitchen simmering out in one brief wind, before it slammed shut behind him, and you were left, alone and dumbfounded on the stones in a mountain of cigs. 

Then you scoffed.

You stood for a moment, letting the fresh air cool the inevitable warmth on your cheeks, huffing (because you were annoyed, you told yourself, not because he had just done something terribly, horribly attractive!) and puffing with your arms crossed over your too-tight-shirt. 

Then you pushed open the door and stepped inside the tiled kitchen. 

The room was filled with steam and it smelled like canned marinara sauce and fake cheese and most of all it was unbearably hot - so hot and humid, you felt the particles of water sitting on the fabric of your shirt. There was a decidedly oversize pot simmering with sauce on a stovetop, and on a hotplate three untouched pizzas sat; one with potato-topping, one pepperoni and one margarita. 

A very tall boy was running frantically around the kitchen, three different kitchen utensils in his clenched fist like claws. Sweat was dripping down the side of his frowning face and red speckled his shiny cheeks. Jeonghan draped himself against the counter lazily.

“It’s just me today,” the boy, Mingyu, cried, “Thomas sent home the other two because there’s no one in the park, but I can’t do this alone!” 

“Seems real stressful, Gyu,” Jeonghan mumbled, leaning on his hand. 

“Yeah, so if you aren’t too busy, maybe you could stir the marinar-” 

“That’s really great, man. You’re doing God’s work. But hey, we’re just gonna-” While Mingyu’s back was turned, the tall boy hunched over the sauce, Jeonghan limply pushed the pepperoni pizza to the edge of the hotplate with a pair of tongs. He winked at you, scooping the pizza into his open palm. “We’re just gonna head out now.” 

“Jeonghan, please help me out and don’t-” 

Mingyu turned around and his tortured expression dropped into one of shock, his tense limbs falling limp at his sides. Jeonghan stood, hand in the cookie jar and pizza in his palm, frozen in front of him with a sort of cartoonish ‘oopsie’-face. Steam clouded the room while you watched from the doorway.

Mingyu’s eyes narrowed and when he spoke again, his voice was lowered in warning: “Jeonghan. We’ve talked about this. Put. The pizza. Down.” 

There was a moment of indifferent silence. Jeonghan contemplated.

Then he nodded, lips pursed and eyes cast down to the pizza.

“You know… I would.. But. Y/N, OPEN THE DOOR OR KNOCK HIM OUT!”

“WHAT?”

“OPEN THE DOOR.” 

You did. Apparently Mingyu hadn’t seen you, because he jumped at your voice behind him, body twisting to see you just in time for you to open the door and Jeonghan came scrambling out of it like a rat. You cannot believe you just aided this man’s crimes, you think, Mingyu’s expression of horror forever imprinted in your retina, before you followed suit. 

However bad Mingyu’s puppy expression made you feel, the rush of adrenaline as you bolted down the pavement under row after row of flowers and sunbeams brought forth something sinister and mean that had you giggling at your evil-doing. Jeonghan was laughing as well, and his genuine laugh was bright and bubbly and very unlike him. 

Mingyu sprung open the door behind you, yelling over your shoulders: “HOODLUMS! THIEVES! YOU’RE LUCKY I CAN’T LEAVE THIS SAUCE.” 

This made the both of you laugh even harder, disappearing behind another building, leading up to the chicken-fountain. You caught up to him, still holding the pizza in his open palms, now sweating and panting in between bright, heart-thrumming giggles. 

“I thought-” you panted, bending at your knees and warding away the image of the betrayed Mingyu. “I thought you said he let you do whatever he wanted.” 

“Yeah,” Jeonghan heaved, cheeks rosy and shiny, as he gently padded over to a bench with the pizza out like the plate in the hand of Oliver Twist. “That’s my bad. I forget he was 16 two years ago and has since then lost all respect for me.” 

This made you laugh. This had your eyes squinting closed and a deep, ringing laugh bouncing up your ribcage and your throat and exploding into the summertime. Eyes closed, you missed the way Jeonghan’s face lit up at that.

“That made you laugh? Self-deprecation?” he asked incredulously, but somehow amazed. 

“Oh,” you cried, opening your eyes and willing your laughter to calm. “I think it’s just the first time you haven’t been baselessly confident and cocky.” 

“Baseless?” Jeonghan echoed, face screwed in poorly-concealed glee.

“Yeah,” you nodded, face also screwed in poorly-concealed glee.

“What? Am I supposed to collect, like, fuckin’ data?” 

“Yeah, evidence.” 

“EVIDENCE?” 

You and Jeonghan went back to The Pirate Swing, splitting the pizza in the booth and every 45 minutes or so, letting guests on when they came by. He was still annoying and in all fairness he’d dragged you into his crimes against humanity. But. He was also a little funny and sweet. 

And the pizza did taste better than your packed lunch. _____________________________

Two days of normal work followed. 

There were too many people to really fuck around, so you and Jeonghan stayed in the booth, and you even managed to pressure him into telling you about the rest of the buttons, as well as the mechanics of the bigger machines. 

Everytime Jeonghan saw you he greeted you with “Hey titty-shirt!”, equally enthusiastic each time. Everytime the clock hands read 8 PM he pulled out his weed and began smoking. Everytime he began smoking he snaked a hand on the back of your leg where you stood (still no chair!) beside him, rubbing the flesh under his palm. You shooed him away half-heartedly, then felt guilty for not meaning it. Jeonghan was a sleazy piece of shit, but his hand was warm and felt nice on your thigh. You liked to tell yourself you were just lonely or something. 

“TITTY-SHIRT!” 

That Saturday you came walking into work, still wearing your shirt and your cap, and was immediately alerted to the fact that something was off; Jeonghan was ecstatic. 

He always had this front of joy and constant bemusement, but you’d learned to read how he yearned for his shift to end - you saw it sometimes when he gazed out of the windows of the booth, thinking you were surveying the kids. That day, he was happy. Genuinely. 

“TITTY-SHIRT!” he called again, causing a family of blonde children to turn their heads in dismay. He paid them no mind, rushing down the stairs with loud, trampling steps, to meet you at the foot of the platform, before you could even settle down in the booth. He grabbed your forearms in his hands and grinned at you childishly. You couldn’t help the small, bemused smile that parted your lips.

“Great fuckin’ news,” he said, “Belinda is fucking gone. M.I.A.”

“Okay?” you grimaced, unsure of what he was getting at. 

“Okay?! Do you know what this means?” 

“No, not particularly,” you mumbled. 

“This whole fuckin’ area,” he let go of your arms to motion vigorously to your part of the park. "Unsupervised. Unaccounted for.” 

“Okay?” 

“Okay?! This means we’re gonna go shoot the shit at the arcade, come on!” He threw a hand over his shoulder to gesture to the arcade area. You frowned and crossed your arms challengingly. 

“Shouldn’t we go take care of our coaster?” 

“Are you kidding me? If no one is working it, people just assume it’s shut down for maintenance. Come on, this only happens, like, twice a year!” He whined, stomping his worn-down Nike sneakers into the pavement and pouting at you. You hated to admit it made your facade melt like an overpriced ice-cream in the hand of a child. 

“Alright, but-” 

“Yes!” 

Without further nonsense, Jeonghan grabbed your hand in his, and began to once more drag you through the park. As you ran behind him, you looked at your interlocked hands and thought, briefly, that it wasn’t too bad to look at. And it felt kind of good. 

“What happened to Belinda?” 

“God knows, I think it was something with her kids.” 

“She has kids?!” 

You and Jeonghan messed around at the arcade - Jeonghan miraculously had been granted the keys to the arcade by Belinda (something about her trusting him?), and unlocked the machines and you played games with already-used coins. 

First was Whack-A-Mole, then the boxing game, then those motorcycle races, and then you played the basketball game.

“I’m gonna beat you!” you squealed, throwing a miniature basketball through the hoop with a small jump. You grinned in triumph when it landed right, punching the air like a dork and turning to him with victoriously glean. 

Jeonghan wasn’t even played, you realized. You’d been so caught up in actually landing the ball in the hoop that you’d managed to forgo the way Jeonghan leaned against his lane, eyes half lidded and shadowed under his cap. You turned to him, now much more aware that you’d been acting like a dork. 

“Uh, aren’t you gonna play?” you asked sheepishly, blushing. You wished you’d missed how Jeonghan’s lips quirked upwards at the sight. 

“No,” he sang, “I think I’m just gonna stay here and watch you play.” 

You narrowed your eyes, suspiciously, and that was all Jeonghan needed before he sighed and shrugged in defeat, like a criminal caught for his crimes.

“Sorry, I just like watching your tits bounce when you get all excited,” he deadpanned. Your mouth gaped open and crossed your arm over your chest.

“You’re so gross, Jeonghan!” you said, now thoroughly uninterested in playing anymore. Jeonghan only scoffed though, to which you snapped your head back to him with an outraged expression. He smiled at you in that cheeky son-of-a-bitch way. 

“Oh, don’t act like that,” he said cockily.

“Like what?”

He laughed, rolling his eyes, letting a small pause linger in the space between you. You hoped he couldn’t see the way your eyes twinkled with excitement every time he said something like this. As hot as he was, Jeonghan was a cocky, sleazy piece of shit and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. 

“Like you’re scandalized,” he said simply. You wanted to respond, wanted to defend your honor, but Jeonghan saw right through you, and he took one step forward to speak again: “Like you hate the way I talk to you. You act all innocent and nice and so uptight, but you know what?” 

He took daring steps forward, one after another, until you were half-sat on the basketball machine and he stood, looming over you, surprisingly menacing despite the get-up. The air seemed to suddenly thicken and warm, tasting foul in your mouth. Then he leaned in, eyes glimmering brilliantly with amusement and that evil smile on his lips, breath hitting yours. 

“I think you love being treated like a slut.” 

Fuck.

He was so close to you, body heat rolling into you. You knew he saw the mechanisms of your brain turning behind your eyes, saw the fear when you realized he had seen right through you, and he smiled, and he might as well have had fucking horns.

He tilted his head, and, fuck, if every angle of his face wasn’t perfect. It was unfair. It was so unfair. 

“I-I don’t-” your voice was a meek, half-hearted protest, cut off before you could even begin.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “I think you do. You don’t just let any man massage your thigh, hm?” 

At those words, his hand dropped onto your thigh, finger digging into soft flesh. You mewled at the feeling, causing his grin to spread wider. 

“Oh, poor baby,” he pouted in fake-sympathy. “Am I making you wet?” 

“JEONGHAN!” 

Thank God for Kwon Soonyoung with the impeccable timing. 

Soonyoung was “the pool boy” - he did not work at the pools, but he was the victim of a dunking-machine that was set up in the summertime. Kids and adults alike paid to throw balls at a big, red button that would lower a trapdoor and dunk Soonyoung in ice-cold water. You’d seen it in action and it was pretty hilarious. 

At his voice, you and Jeonghan scrambled apart, his hand flying off your thigh and body twisting to back away from you, and you dropping off the machine and landing flat on your feet, blushing wildly and somewhat out of breath. 

Soonyoung, the poor boy, was sprinting through the park, stopping awkwardly where you and Jeonghan had been standing. He was out of breath and had a wild look in his eyes, like he was being chased by some supernatural monster. 

“Belinda is back! Get back to your coasters!” If he’d noticed your philandering he certainly didn’t mention it, breaking into a sprint again the second the words had left his lips. 

“Shit, thank you, Soonyoung!” Jeonghan yelled, receiving only a limp thumbs-up from the trackstar in response. Jeonghan grabbed your hand and the two of you ran back to The Pirate Swing as fast as your legs could take you. 

Your heart fluttered at your interlocked hands again, and you stared at them, focused on them, as the world became a blurred mess around you. His warmth streamed into you.

You couldn’t even look at him the rest of the shift. Something about his confrontation stirred a mimicking phenomenon in you. Did you want to fuck Jeonghan? You did, you realized, and thus you were unable to raise your gaze from the floor, pressing yourself against the wall to be far enough away from him, that he couldn’t touch your thigh again. He didn’t. He just let your cheeks blaze and pressed buttons and talked to kids, and he even waved at Belinda when she walked by, and she smiled wide and waved back. 

You went home at 9 PM, shirt too tight around your chest, and chest too tight around your heart. You simply couldn’t believe it, because not only did you want to fuck Jeonghan;

You had a fucking crush on him. _____________________________

Having a crush on Yoon Jeonghan was maybe the worst revelation you’d had in your life.

You’d kept all the things you admired about him hidden under the veil of your shirt; he was sleazy and gross and he smoked weed at work and had a certain disregard for child safety. But, and there was always a but, you realized, he was also witty and easy to talk to, and it was cute when he was happy or he got excited about something, and he was so damn charismatic, and you realized you would do anything to see him with that childlike joy again. 

The worst part was that Jeonghan did not like you back. In fact, you couldn’t even imagine him liking anyone. He thought you were hot and wanted to fuck and that was the end of it. All the ways you cared about him were unreciprocated. He did not care to see you happy. He did not care for the twinkle in your eyes when you were excited. He liked your tits in your shirt and was working his fingers up, day by day, to touch you. Yoon Jeonghan did not like you back. 

Three days of work passed, three days of being muted and awkward around him. Jeonghan’s shine was not dulled by your lack though. The kids loved him, Belinda loved him, and he didn’t love anyone back - just let himself be showered in admiration. He was greedy like that. He took all the love and gave none out.

On this particular day, all you did was lay in your bed before work, willing time to stop so you wouldn’t have to go. Legs flopped on top of your bedsheets, work shirt on and cap on your bedside. You waited.

You waited with a metal ball in your stomach, rolling around and causing a ruckus. It rested heavy there, rolling to and fro and grazing your heart from time to time, and it hurt. 

Maybe the reason it felt this bad was because you did it to yourself. Of course, Jeonghan wouldn’t like you back. He was Jeonghan. And yet, you’d had your guard down and his effortless charms had worked their way into your brain. You wondered how many girls had been in the same exact position as you; being graced with Jeonghan’s presence, being smitten by it, and now lying in bed, realizing the admiration would never be bounced back to them. 

You went to work. 

In the damn shirt, you walked in through the staff-door and journeyed towards The Pirate Swing. 

There were so many people that day, you could hardly believe your eyes. The queues were mile-long stretches, and every pathway was spotted with body after body, walls of families, crowds swarming like insects. It was enough to induce a slight panic. 

“It’s good that you’re here, Titty-shirt,” Jeonghan said, when you walked into the booth beside him. He had a bit of a wild look in his eye and he was chewing on a banana. You stood by the door of the booth, looking out at the queue - a genuine queue? To The Pirate Swing? - as the boat swung catastrophically behind you. “We’re fucking busy.” 

You hummed, then turned your head to him. He had sat down, seemingly exhausted and pouting a little. 

“You brought a packed lunch?” you asked, nodding towards the banana in his hand and he looked up at you. His cheeky smile made you want to die. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, I stole this from Seungkwan,” he said and you laughed, and you hated that he made you laugh. The walls of the booth muffled the loud, indistinct buzz and shielded you from the chaos. The flimsy, windowed walls had never felt as intimate. 

“It’s gonna be a shitty day,” you declared ceremoniously. He grunted something in agreement, voice strangled by the now finished banana. Forever himself, he discarded the peel on the corner of the control panel, among his ziploc of weed and empty cans. 

It was a shitty day.

The constant swarming of people, crying children, the non-stop screech of rusted roller coaster tracks; everything brewed together into a pounding headache, as you and Jeonghan hunched together in the booth. Beads of sweat collected on your skin, where the unforgiving sun streamed through the windows. 

Around 8 PM you’d had just about enough. Your head was pounding, you were hungry, and most terribly you were sad. You were sad, sitting next to Jeonghan on the dirty, hard floor of the booth, and you could cry every time he said something snarky and lewd to you. He would never like you and you were a fool for ever letting yourself get attached. 

The day was constant work, constant talking to kids and putting on an energetic front. Finally the crowd seemed to thin out. Slowly but surely, the suburban families returned home and only a few people remained, and the night time glowed soft and warm. 

“Dude,” Jeonghan said, neck craned to look at his phone. With most of the guests gone, he’d finally gotten a chance to waste away on his phone, putting his mouth to his makeshift bong and smoking pot. You kept the booth-door open to let the smoke out. “Wanna go see a crowd of teenagers dunk Soonyoung? Junhui just texted me.” 

You were so tired. Every inch of your body yearned to relax where you sat, cross legged on the metal floor. With dark, sunken eyes and no courtesy left, you simply shook your head. 

“You sure?” he asked, eyebrows raised. You were just tired enough to miss the small frown on his lips. 

“I’m tired, you just go.” 

Jeonghan shrugged then and stood up. He left the bong on the floor and stepped over you to exit. 

“I’ll be back ASAP!” he yelled out, and you didn’t even try to look at him, to call something witty back. You just sat. 

And as if it weren’t the last thing you needed today, just thirty minutes before closing, a woman and her son strolled up The Pirate Swing. You saw them, eyes glazing with worry as you flickered your head to Jeonghan’s empty chair.

“We want a ride!” cawed the woman, holding her son by the hand. You scrambled to your feet, stuttering as you dusted off your pants. 

“Uh, I-” hopeful, you looked around, hoping to see Jeonghan and his long, poodle-y hair somewhere near. The pathways were deserted. “I-I actually can’t-” 

Not waiting for an explanation, the woman clucked once more: “You’re still open, aren’t ya?” 

You nodded, tiredness painted thick and greasy on your face. “Yes, we are, um, open, but I-” 

“Well, then give us a ride?!” 

This woman was going to be the death of you. Why were they even here now right before closing? You closed your eyes, collecting yourself and mustering each ounce of patience you had left. 

“I’m not allowed to because I’m new-” 

“Well, where is the operator? Why are you here if you don’t know how it works!” 

“He’s, uh,” your face fell, “He’s using the bathroom right no-” 

You’re not even sure why you lied. 

“Alright,” she huffed, strained and impatient. “Well, you just ruined me and my son’s night!” 

She tugged her blonde kid by the hand and began to turn around, grumbling with a red face. 

“I’m so sorry, but- it’s a matter of safety-” 

“Next time just say you don’t know how to do your job!” she yelled over her shoulder, mean glare coming out over her shapely glasses. Then she was jiggling away with a pouting child. 

Your mouth fell open in shock. A part of you wanted to be angry - a part of you was angry - but you found yourself weighed down and sliding down the wall of the booth with a much heavier feeling; you were exhausted. 

This was the last straw for tonight, you decided, resolve melting like a dropped ice cream. Booth door half-creaked open and weed vapor in the air, you buried your head in your hands and began to cry. It was small. It was not loud and sorrowful, it was small and petty. Nothing grand about crying on the dirty floor at your workplace. Sniffles and single, wet tears and a quivering lip, all dying out in the soft glow of the fairy light decorating the park.

“Y/n?” 

“Shit,” you lifted your head from your hands, wiping hard on your reddened cheeks. Jeonghan was standing in the open door, looking down at you on the floor.

“Sorry, uh-” 

“Why are you crying?” 

You paused, hands fiddling with the collar of your shirt and effectively covering your breasts. Your breath was shaky and snotty, eyelashes coated in tears. Red patches your skin around your puffy eyes, and your lips pressed into a thin line. 

Jeonghan did not look like himself when you looked up at him. It must have been a completely different person, you decided, because his features had  tightened and screwed into an expression you had never even seen a hint of before: concern. 

It looked so utterly foreign on his face - there was always a lightness to his expression, a joking, teasing look, but now he was frowning and his brows were furrowed and his eyes were big and red and round. It made  you feel small and frail. You didn’t like seeing him like that; unwell. But it seemed that feeling was mutual. 

“Um,” you began, voice hoarse and shuddering like a frail old fence-gate, that’s been slammed shut. “I’ve just had a shitty fucking day and- this woman came and wanted to ride and she was just so fucking mean when I told her I couldn’t..” 

Telling it all again made you feel so pathetic, it wracked another sob from you, hurdling past your lips. You caught it in your hand, pressing it to your mouth and squeezing your eyes shut up. 

God, you were pathetic. 

But your heavy, heavy eyelashes blinked open and you looked up to see Jeonghan’s expression softened into something else entirely;

Guilt.

“I’m sorry,” he said immediately. 

“No, it’s fine-”

He dropped to his knees in front of you, now at your level and up close, so you could see every tensed muscle and every strain on his beautiful face. 

“I’m sorry I left you alone,” he said solemnly and for the first time since you’d met him, Jeonghan was merely expressing his regret, not bartering for some sort of gain. His words were dripping with sincerity and it was so strange, you had to laugh.

“What?” he asked, a small grin growing on his face. That was more familiar. 

“I just- I’ve never seen you so serious, it’s okay, Jeonghan, I forgive you-” 

He broke into a laugh as well, rhythmic clucks dancing through the air from the booth, and it immediately cheered you up: he was beautiful and practically glowing, a small rim of light encapsulating him. 

“I’m very serious, I think,” he said. You rolled your puffy, old eyes. 

There was a significant pause. 

Your head lolled over and your gaze landed once more on the makeshift bong by the chair, now abandoned. It reminded you of how different you were. You tried too hard because you liked when people liked you, you were a hard worker, your shirt was too tight. Your shirt was too tight and that’s what had landed you in this situation. 

“Can I…” you trailed off, daring to look at him again. “Can I smoke some of your weed?” 

Jeonghan’s face was practically split in half the way he was smiling. There was something akin to triumph in his eyes, but it was almost fatally overpowered by sheer, bubbling, striking adoration. It made you blush. 

“Of course, babe, I thought you’d never ask,” he breathed, still smiling when he scrambled forward for the bong and stretched out his arm to finger at the control panel, finally feeling the soft plastic and snatching it down to the floor with you. 

“Just put your mouth to the can, baby, I’ll light it for you,” he giggled giddily, scrambling for the lighter in his pocket. 

“I know how it works,” you tried to sound stern, but you were smiling and your eyes were twinkling. 

Jeonghan messily pinched off a nugget of weed and placed it on the gridded holes in the can (which he had pricked with his work badge; “Hi, my name is Jeonghan!”), and you placed it to your mouth, while he held the lighter to it. 

“You’re so hardcore,” he said sarcastically, face close to yours as he flicked the lighter, sending a warm flame onto the can, so the nugget lit ablaze. 

“Shut up,” you said, and then you inhaled and the flame went out and turned into a glow, and warm, crisp smoke traveled down your throat, leaving it sore and burned. It felt great. 

You held it in for a moment, then exhaled, and Jeonghan watched eagerly as your chest rose and fell under the restricting fabric of your shirt. 

You and Jeonghan sat side by side for the last half hour, smoking together, eyes turning red and breaths turning sour and casting laughs into the night air. There was a warm buzz in your chest, a low drum, and you basked in the proximity to him, in how the heat of his body met yours in a fierce battle, at how he caught your eye when he joked, and how he smiled when you laughed. Your responsibilities melted away; your shirt felt looser. 

“We’re closing now,” you hummed after a while, somehow lighter and heavier at the same time. Your eyelids felt heavy and your cheeks were warm from giggling. Jeonghan placed his hand on your wrist, squeezing and tearing your eyes to his. 

“I have such a good idea right now,” he grinned lazily and you couldn't help but echo it. His eyes were red and half-lidded, and his voice was groggy from the smoke. He had run his hand through his hair one too many times and now it was puffier, poodlier than normal. He looked so handsome, you thought, studying the tan from many days in the sun. You figured he didn’t use sunscreen. 

“What is it?” you breathed.

“Come on, come with me!” 

Then the two of you were sneaking from building to building and giggling indiscreetly, two hunched silhouettes becoming one with the backs of buildings. Jeonghan insisted the two of you go to the toddler playground (Sunshine Dance Club, as it were called), because, in his words: “those dumb prick security guards never bother to actually check it”. He pulled you into the pastel green, red, blue, and yellow dreamscape, pulling you up a wooden tower, where you would be shielded by the railing. 

The two of you sat against the railing and waited while a security guard checked the place before closing. 

The mischief had made the two of you even more giggly, scratchy throats producing choppy snickering, as you leaned into each other on the wood, breathing in each other’s air. You liked being so close to him, you thought, and you were almost high enough to just spit it out. The distant stream of light overhead revealed his pores, but you liked those too. 

“Shut up, shut up,” Jeonghan whispered at one point. “I think he might be coming!”

“You’ve said that three times-” 

His hand clasped over your mouth and he fought not to laugh at the surprise in your eyes. Sure enough, this time he was right, as you heard booted footsteps in the distance, and the beam of a flashlight danced across the sloping and bouncing playground. 

You held your breath, not only because you feared, for the first time that night, getting caught, but also because Jeonghan had leaned so close to you, that you could see every stirred acrylic in his eye, every color of brown, swirly sundae. 

Both of you stopped laughing and stared at each other. 

His hand dropped from your lips. 

“I have cotton mouth,” he whispered, footsteps fading away. You couldn’t tell if it was the weed or what, but the air seemed thicker and you felt heavier, like imaginary hands were tugging you down. Jeonghan was no better - you couldn’t quite place the emotion on his glowing face. He almost seemed vulnerable.

“Me too,” you whispered, breathless. 

A pause.

His eyes flickered down to your lips, pink and plush.

“Can I kiss you?” 

You were almost bristling for a moment in pure surprise, before you recollected yourself and nodded eagerly.

“Yeah.” 

You thought his lips would smash into yours; you thought he would conquer you, because that would simply be the most Jeonghan-thing he could, to take what was his, to be cheeky and horny and sleazy.

To your utmost surprise, his hand was shaking when he lifted it, brushing so softly, so gently across the skin of your neck, resting on the back of it, cold from the icy, night breeze. His hand kissed the tips of your hair, and he gently slid it up, breath shaking, as he stared at your lips. Then he leaned in. 

His lips were soft like the bouncy castle on the edge of the playground, so impossibly gentle and flowing and warm. He breathed out shakily against your skin, eyes squeezed shut. Had you seen it, you would’ve almost believed that the kiss pained him, with the furrowed brows, but you didn’t, and it wasn’t painful at all, it was just that his heart was exploding and so was yours. Tender and slow, that was what it was, and you had never thought you’d use words like that to describe him.

A moment of entangled lips, slow making out and warm air covering your skin, his hand in your hair. The Sunshine Dance Club was filled with the sound of spit.

Then he pulled away, breath still shaking, but now, less vulnerable. His lips curled into a smile, spreading that childlike joy on his face. It made you smile as well. 

“That was-” he shook his head at himself, cringing. Then he restarted: “Can I show you something?” 

You chuckled, cheeks heavily flushed and eyes twinkling. “What is it?” 

The cheekiness returned to his eyes, as he scrambled to his feet: “A surprise.” 

And once again the two of you were giggling through the park, this time hand in hand, looking over your shoulders for the security guard that by this time had definitely gone home. The halted steps over the cobbled paths echoed in the dead, empty park. 

It would’ve been a strange feeling - seeing everything closed and dark and empty, every inch usually crammed with people strangely void - had you not been entirely consumed by Jeonghan’s presence. His hand in yours, his laugh, his starry eyes, his face softening when he looked at you.

Jeonghan led you into Belinda’s office (he had a key because he was her favorite, he said), allowing you to sit on the edge of her desk, while he sauntered off into an attached room. You sat there, overhead light dull and buzzing, and basked in the log cabin aesthetics. Your chest was warm.

Then, from beyond the other room, sounding much further away and thereby being much bigger than you had initially imagined the attached room to be, you heard the mechanical sound of several switches. They sounded heavy and important, having a sort of resonance that continued into your room, where Belinda’s desk chair was spun halfway. 

“Jeonghan?” you called, a twinge of worry in your voice. “What did you do?” 

He came jogging back into the office, all wide grinned and puffy-eyed. 

“You’ll see.” 

Once again he grabbed onto your hand, pulling you off the desk and barging out of the doorway.

The night air enveloped you completely, stealing you away from the warmth of the office, kissing your warm skin, as you stood on the cobble. The feeling was so great, you almost missed what Jeonghan had done.

It was beautiful. 

The switches had turned on the lights everywhere. In every color imaginable, illuminating dramatically sloping tracks in the distance, fairy lights on the pathways, signs re-lit, and the whole park before your eyes seemed to have become a disco-ball, sending faint streaks into the star-spotted sky like aurora borealis. 

You, now red and green and yellow and blue, let out a disbelieving laugh, smiling wide. You squeezed his hand, unable to communicate further. There was something about it that left you entirely speechless. It was an inability to overcome and conquer the lights before you - your eyes feasted on them much too eagerly. 

“What do you think?” 

Jeonghan was looking at you. 

“It’s-” you sucked in a breath, trying to compose a sudden sincerity you felt. You looked over at him. “It’s so pretty, Jeonghan. It’s really beautiful.” 

“I knew you would like it,” he murmured happily, body turned to yours. You turned to him as well. 

There was a moment of silence. The two of you basked in the light and in the gentle glow and the cool night, and in each other. 

“Thank you for cheering me up,” you said and pursed your lips. He smiled in a gentle way. It looked nice on him. 

“It’s nothing,” he said, “we were having fun.” 

The conversation lulled again, and while you turned your head back to the light show, the flickering lights and the ombre, Jeonghan continued looking at you. 

You felt his eyes on you, and you turned to him, shyly: “You should look at the beautiful lights.”

He shook his head, lips twisting upwards: “No.. Not right now…” And that was all he said.

The words left a bit of a void in you, like a black hole sunk in your stomach and you turned to him curiously. Jeonghan sensed your confusion, because he licked his lips and gave you a knowing smile, and then explained. 

“I wanna kiss you again, love.”

And his voice was so angelic, such a grave contrast to the boy you’d come to know, but he’d been so strange tonight. Your first kiss had been so tender, now he was looking at you and his pupils were dilated and a smirk spread across his face, and you needed to know something; just one thing, before you threw yourself at him, and gave to him, something you would not be able to take back. 

“Do you just wanna fuck me?” your voice echoed off the walls of the empty park, resounding accusingly. He laughed.

“Of course, I wanna fuck you, baby,” he laughed a little, shaking his head in disbelief. You stayed staring at him, bristling. “You’re hot as shit.” 

“No, I mean,” you paused, because suddenly your heart was climbing into your throat and it seemed like everything you’d worried about was true, that you were just another girl that was hexed by his charms. “Do you just wanna fuck me?” 

His smirk dropped. There was a moment where all you could hear was wind and the electrical whirring of the many, many lights, draining energy from the earth by the second. 

“Do you honestly think I’d do this for just any girl I wanted to fuck?” 

“I-”

“I thought you were smarter than that, N/n,” his lips spread once more in a smile, but this one seemed more fitting on his face - condescending and confident. Whatever vulnerability had hung in the air was replaced by warmer, thicker danger. Was it the weed making you feel this way? On edge or excited?

“I just-” you stammered, feeling bashful suddenly. Did that mean he liked you? Yes, that meant he liked you. You had truly not even considered the possibility, not really thought it through the way you had the negative outcome, so now you were standing and you didn’t know how to respond. A stuttering, blubbering mess of red cheeks and avoidant eyes. “I just- I thought you just- because you talk so much about my boobs-” 

“Shhhh,” he shushed you. The cocky motherfucker actually shushed you, staring you down in a way that made you feel like prey and taking two steps forward, and closing the gap between you. He was so, so close to you, chest inches away from yours and leaning his face down to tilt his head at you. 

“You’re so cute, baby,” he cooed, eyes dancing around your face. 

You and him watched it, as one lean hand lifted itself to your chest, tightly wrapped in polyester-fabric. You sucked in a breath. His fingers lightly grazed it, trailing over the soft plushness of it. Then he cupped it, experimentally, like feeling the weight of it in his hand. You whimpered pathetically. 

“Hm,” he hummed, ripping his gaze from your tits very briefly at the noise, “you sound so pretty.”

In an effort to steal more noises from your pretty lips, his delicate thumb rubbed over your nipple, watching it harden under the fabric with a bemused smirk. Your breathing became heavy and shaky. 

“Can we– please?” you whined, but he only tutted, watching the fat crook under his finger.

“Hang on, sweetheart, I’m having my fun,” he said, nonchalantly, another hand snaking up to your other tit. “Been waiting for this since the first time I saw you.”

You couldn’t help but whimper quietly, his caresses and his intense gaze sending electricity straight to your core. You fingers wrapped around his forearms where they flexed, as he kneaded your chest eagerly. 

“That’s right,” he whispered and leaned into you, eyes half lidded and lips wet from spit. “Be a good girl and let me play with your pretty titties.” 

Then he kissed you again, groaning into your mouth at the weight of your tits in his hands. His groping became more rough and hurried, as he bit your lip and slipped his tongue in your mouth. 

“Fuck, baby, need to get your shirt off, it’s so tight,” he groaned, licking into your mouth. You whined, back arching into his hand. “Poor baby, shirt so tight it’s strangling your pretty tits.” 

“Jeonghan, please!” You cried, putting one hand on his chest to push him away from you. He pulled away, lips red and swollen and cheeks delightfully flushed. 

“Okay, baby,” he whispered, comfortingly. “Okay, okay, I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.” 

You could cry. The way he was touching you so intimately, but refusing to snake his hand down to your burning core, where you could feel yourself fucking dripping. Your body was on fire and your voice was hoarse from the weed that still coursed through your body. 

“Please, please,” you mumbled, and it was desperate enough that Jeonghan pulled his hands from your chest (which took more willpower than he was willing to admit), sliding them over your back and pulling you into him. You nosed into the crook of his neck, sighing happily. 

“Alright, baby,” He breathed, hand in your hair. You felt his neck crane, looking around. 

“Come with me, baby, I know just where to go.” 

You didn’t even have time to whine that you didn’t want to go anywhere, you wanted him to touch you. Jeonghan grabbed your hand and crossed the pathway, and you saw the yellow, lit-up sign for the funhouse before you disappeared into the entrance. 

The first room had a large circular hallway, and when you stepped onto the red plastic, it rolled a little. You and Jeonghan both stumbled rockily, and you nosedived into his chest. He laughed, steadying you with warm fingers on your waist. “Silly girl,” his voice cooed in your ear. 

“Jeonghan, please touch me-” 

“We’re almost there, baby,” he said, and he was being a little annoying, because he’d just played with your boobs and made you so fucking wet that your panties were sticking to your folds, and now he was trudging you through the hallways of a funhouse. You both skiddered out of the circular hallway with much trouble. 

The next room was slanted, and in your intoxicated mind, this was more than a challenge. The whole room was blue and your knuckles became celeste, as you gripped the slanted railing. 

“Jeonghan, I can’t-” 

Not another word out of your lips, before Jeonghan was scooping you up in his arms, walking with seemingly no problem through the room. “Shit!” you yelped when he did so, but he only smiled at you, a mixture of adoration and teasing. He ran with you, his bride, through a black and white doorway. 

The next room was the mirror maze, and Jeonghan’s face lit up at the sight of it. 

“We’re here!” he panted giddily, gently lowering you. You found your footing and looked around, a little speechless at how quickly he’d constructed this plan. There were at least 20 different angles of you, and you cringed at your own disheveled appearance and how your tiny shirt dug into your skin. A hall of reflection, the roof and flooring was pitch black and only you and him existed in the void, copycats at every corner.

You saw Jeonghan in the mirror, walking up behind you. He was smirking, planting his head on your shoulder and peering up at you, as his hands caressed your waist, riding up your shirt and exposing your stomach 20 times over. You hated to say it, but seeing his veiny, big hands on you made your breath hitch. 

“Was it not worth it, hmm?” he sang innocently, blinking at you with a bunched up cheek on your shoulder. His sleazy hands worked the fabric upwards, just under the impressive bump of your chest. 

His eyes flicked over to the most nearby mirror. Breath becoming shaky, his hands lifted the shirt, finally, over your chest, exposing your simple, black bra and the soft skin of your tits. You could breathe easier, without the fabric digging into your chest. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, soft hands immediately dipping inwards to touch over the skin. “Shit, you’re so perfect,” his voice was strangled, all composure gone as he looked at your chest with something akin to wonder. 

You moaned, feeling his dick, fully fucking hard from just playing with your soft mounds, grinding into your ass. Like a horny teenage boy, he moaned shakily, big hands covering your boobs and squeezing, and rutting into you from behind. As much as you wanted him to touch you, you couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of Jeonghan so utterly fucked out, using your body to pleasure himself. It was so erotic, the way his pretty face twisted in place and his fingers dug into the fat of your chest, panting into your neck. Then the sight untangled itself from your body.

“Sorry, sorry,” he was out of breath, removing his hips from your ass. “I got too caught up.” 

“It’s okay-”

He spun you around, pushing your body against the mirror. You stood back to back with your reflection. 

“No, it’s not,” he breathed, working your shirt the rest of the way off hastily. You lifted your arms to help the fabric off. 

You very barely registered Jeonghan snaking your pants off, and then his own clothes. You leaned your head on the mirror and you could finally breathe without the tight shirt, and you somehow felt stronger, not vulnerable like you would have expected. And when your eyes flicked to another mirror and you saw Jeonghan shirtless too, you realized the two of you were much more similar now. 

Jeonghan was standing in his boxers now, and you in your panties. 

“You know, I always thought you’d be more composed during sex,” you mused, returning your focus to him and smiling teasingly, because even now he was transfixed on your bare chest, heaving for air. Jeonghan scoffed, seemingly genuinely offended by this. 

“It’s not my fault your fat fucking rack has been staring at me through that tiny fucking shirt every day,” he spat, and in a sort of retaliation he cupped your pussy through your panties. 

Finally, he touched your cunt, and God, was it worth the wait, because it shot straight through your stomach, even the slightest touch on the cold, wet fabric. Jeonghan grinned cockily at the state of your underwear. 

“You’re one to talk,” he teased. “Your pussy is fucking weeping for me.” 

You moaned and your back twisted against the cold surface of the mirror, as Jeonghan slipped his finger upwards to circle your clit slowly. 

“N-ngh, fuck..” 

“There you go,” he said in fake sympathy, pouting, and even with his hand on your clit, you could almost believe it, because he just looked that angelic and pure. “Finally your greedy cunt has my hand, hm? Bet you’ve been thinking about this since we met.” 

He couldn’t help himself. He trailed his free up to your chest again. It just looked so delectable, unblemished skin, jiggling at every twitch and shake from you, and nipples hardened to pebbles. “I’ve been thinking about you since we met,” he sighed happily, pinching the nipples between his fingers and relishing in your strangled whine. 

Jeonghan slipped his hand in your panties, scoffing to himself at just how fucking wet you were, leaking from your hole like a slut, when his finger prodded at it. 

“P-Please, Jeonghan, please, fuck-” 

Your plea was cut off by Jeonghan’s hand gripping your throat. He smirked at your tortured expression, one hand circling your hole and the other wrapped around your neck, thumb climbing up your chin to rest on your lip.

“What do you want?” he tilted his head challengingly. You gulped, face flushed and baby hairs sticking to your sweat-gleamy face. 

“I-I want you to finger me,” you mustered, building up all the courage you could to hold eye contact with him and his lopsided grin. He raised his eyebrows, feigning surprise. 

“Really?” he sang, “you want gross, sleazy, perverted Jeonghan’s fingers up your tight, pink pussy?” 

You squeezed your eyes shut. Of course, all those moments of shaming him for thirsting over you. Now you were basically fucking naked, tits perked up from your arched back and writhing under him for just a single finger in your glistening hole. 

“Jeonghan, I’m sorry-” 

His thumb on your lip tugged downwards, effectively muffling your words and shushing you. He watched your pretty lip bend to the will of his thumb, humming. 

“Then say it,” he shrugged.

“Wha?” your speech was slurred by his heavy thumb.

“Say you want gross, sleazy, perverted Jeonghan’s fingers up your tight, pink pussy,” he repeated, acting exasperated, like it was your fault for not being able to keep up. Legs spread and utterly naked, you flushed and felt dumb, and you felt even dumber when you began to speak, and his thumb stayed where it was, weighing down your lip.

“I-I wan’ gross, sleazy, perverted Jeonghan’s fingers up my tight, pink pussy,” you slurred. Somehow the embarrassment translated into a wave of slick exciting your hole and landing on Jeonghan’s hand. He grinned at your obedience, hand pushing up so his thumb entered your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and the rest of his hand cradled your face. 

“Good girl,” he purred, head craned down to look at you, suckling his thumb with wide eyes. He finally heeded your request, two fingers pushing into your sopping heat. “Now suck on my thumb like the good, big-titted girl you fucking are while I make you cum.” 

He was immediately bullying his fingers in and out of you, curling them. Drool escaped where your lips wrapped around his thumb, as you moaned on it, feeling him poke and prod at your tongue with an evil smirk on his pretty face. You saw his dick print straining against his boxers in the corner of your vision.

“Been waiting for this pussy to be mine,” hummed Jeonghan, long eyelashes coming over his eyes when he looked down at you. “You know, if you’d been a little more cooperative I could’ve had my cock in you everyday for the past week.” 

You sobbed around his thumb, panting for air through your nose. His fingers felt so good, pistoning into you and so thin you could feel the bulge of each crooking knuckle churning in and out. His thumb sneaked back up to rub your clit again, and you clawed at his shoulders, trying to stabilize your suddenly shaking legs. 

Jeonghan let out the most erotic, guttural moan you’d ever heard, when he watched drool slip from your swollen, red lips and languidly ooze on your trembling chest. His face twisted in pleasure at the sight of them, becoming all shiny and slicked up from your own spit. 

“Fuck, you’re so pathetic. Can’t believe you’re fucking drooling all over your tits,” he spat, cheeks flushed as he leaned back to look at them, all pretty and slick and glowing under the maze’s fluorescent tubes. He slipped his thumb from your mouth to begin smearing the spit all over your skin. 

Your cunt pulsed around his fingers, clenching and unclenching as something in your belly tightened. You heaved for air, moaning loudly into the maze and practically crying. 

“F-Fuck, Hannie, f-feels s’ good!” you whined, chest thrashing under his needy hands. He lifted his gaze to smile at you, where he was crooked over to look closely at your spit-slick boobs. 

“I know, baby, I know. Cum on my fingers, now, m’kay?” He smiled cheekily, pressing especially hard on your clit. You saw white, orgasm so potent, you almost didn’t even register how Jeonghan dived into your chest, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples 

The wet, smacking of his lips and his pleased humming into the soft skin only spurred on your orgasm, as your cum coated Jeonghan’s fingers. His nose, buried in the flesh of your tit, breathed out a dam of warm air into it. 

His fingers stilled within you, slowly pulling out, while he continued to lap at your chest, warm tongue on your areola. You tried to catch your breath, but it was hard with how he moaned around your fucking tit, sucking and smacking his lips, while holding you to him. You cried out softly when he nibbled at it, to which he finally pulled away, smiling teasingly. 

There was something about the way he was so shameless about it, that almost made you feel even more ashamed, especially when you saw your form in the mirror, and how wet and red your boob was from his insistent sucking. You blushed deeply. 

“You gettin’ shy on me now?” he tapped your cheek, eyes twinkling. 

“Not used to seeing myself,” you mumbled sheepishly. Jeonghan’s ever lust-filled gaze was overtaken with a very deep, fundamental adoration. His smile became genuine - not teasing nor in feigned sympathy. Despite being the sexiest person he’d ever met, Jeonghan found you so severely cute in that moment, all heaved breaths and glossy lips and rosy cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, tapping your nose. The action would’ve been annoying were not entirely too fond of him at this moment. His eyes wandered, trailing down your collarbones and back to your cleavage. Then returned the lust: “Beautiful, pretty, gorgeous girl with big, bouncing fuckin’ tits.” 

His fascination with them was genuinely insane, but you thought he was pretty and sweet, so you let him marvel.

As if he could never get enough, he reached out one hand and cupped your tit again. 

“Are you gonna be a good girl and let me fuck your pretty tits?” Jeonghan asked, experimentally pressing the mounds together and licking his lips at the sight. He had to swallow (and he would never admit this) because the idea actually had him salivating. 

“Yes, Hannie,” you said sweetly, because although you really wanted his dick inside you, he had that twinkle in his eye that made your heart burst, and, indeed, you would do anything to keep the starlight blazing in his pupils. Jeonghan looked up with raised brows - this time, the surprise was not feigned. Swiftly, he grabbed your head and kissed you, deeply and appreciatively licking into your mouth. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, rowing the two of you away from the mirror-wall with his tongue down your throat. “Good fucking girl.” 

He pulled away from you, frantically looking around, and you simply waited for his command. He began to crawl onto the floor, lying down on the hard, sleek black flooring, resting on his elbows. 

“C’mere,” was all he said, and you sat down on top of him, confused. He wantonly pushed you by your shoulder so you rested further down, while he lifted his hip to free his cock. 

It was long and right by your fucking face. 

Impossibly pretty and pink near the tip, it oozed sticky, white liquid, dripping down the veiny side, and now you were salivating, because you almost wanted to take it in your mouth and suck his soul out. 

“Shit,” he groaned, studying your face next to his hard, heavy dick with a tortured expression on his face. It seemed his thoughts had traveled the same road as yours, because when he spoke, he said: “There’s so much I wanna do to you, doll. Give me another couple shifts, I’ll have your cum all over the fucking park.” 

Without another word, he leaned forward and grabbed each of your tits, hovering just below where his dick extended out, proud and tall like a gothic church. You helped by crawling further over his tan body, lying down on your stomach with your chest raised up. 

Jeonghan enclosed your tits around his dick, breath shaking and eyes blinking shut. The sounds he released were angelic, wetting and rewetting his fiery lips, and he struggled to keep his eyes open from the pleasure. He didn’t want to close them though, because the sight of you was insane. 

You were so pretty, smiling in adoration where you laid between his legs. Prettiest girl in the world, he thought, just letting him bounce your fat tits up and down his shaft like a good, obedient girl. Your rack was like a fucking cloud around him, jerking him off and spurting pre-cum on the already slick skin. 

“S-Shit, you’re so fucking- pretty-” he stuttered, breath trembling and face flushed. From every angle he saw you, perfect, pretty, cute and sweet you. Every version of you in the mirror was perfect, he realized, every copycat a perfect picture. 

“You’re pretty,” you mused, wrapping your hand around the lower part of his shaft where your tits didn’t quite reach and squeezing it. Jeonghan moaned, stammering the breathy noise. He gulped then. 

“I-I’m gonna cum, shit-” he sucked in a harsh breath. He could not believe how lovely you were, how witty and funny and sweet and how big your fucking tits were bouncing up and down around his cock. “C-Can I cum on them, baby?” 

“Of course, Hannie,” you obeyed sweetly, watching how he desperately bucked his hips upwards. Squeezing your hand around the base of his cock, you let out a final admission to help him cum: “Want you to cum on my tits, Hannie, want it so bad.”

Sure enough, it was that easy, because without warning long ropes of thick, white cum spurted into the valley of your breasts and climbed up to your collarbones and neck. Jeonghan cried out when he came, eyes finally squeezing totally shut and hips stuttering into your chest. He sounded angelic, even with his voice hoarse from the weed and grunting. 

You let him calm down, waited until his pants turned into soft, regular breaths, and released his now flaccid cock from your cleavage. 

“Oh shit, baby,” he sighed happily. “Come up here.” 

You crawled up to his chest, curling into his open arms and feeling him under your cheek. Your legs entangled on the funhouse floor, mirrors a little foggy from the sweat and the sex. It was perfect, lying in his chest, having him, knowing he wanted you and liked you. Perfectly timeless, you draped over each other limply. 

Or almost perfect. 

You wiggled your hips away from his body, hoping then he wouldn’t notice how you were still leaking from your poor, puffy hole. Jeonghan frowned when you did so, though, both hands grabbing your waist and tilting his head down to look at you. 

“What is it, baby?” he asked.

You looked away bashfully, shaking your head, but Jeonghan gripped your face in one hand, just as condescending as his thumb had been earlier: “You’re covered in my cum, baby. You’re not getting shy on me now. Tell Hannie what’s troubling you.” 

His voice was stern. You tightened your lips the best you could with his hand squeezing your cheeks together.

“I just..” you were embarrassed again, with how your words became muffled and slurred by his flexed hand. He paid it no mind though, looking at you intently to continue. 

“YouweresoprettyearlierIgotwetagain.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut. From beyond the dark void, you heard Jeonghan laughing. You opened your eyes and he removed his hand from your face, instead brushing it through your hair lovingly. 

You were gonna get whiplash with how lovingly he looked at you, how sweetly and with so much wonder and adoration; and how it stood in such a stark contrast to the words that left his mouth: 

“Baby, you just get up and bounce your fat tiddies around a little bit, I promise you, I’ll get hard in the next five fucking minutes. Then you can get my cock in your cute, greedy pussy. How’s that sound?”

Really fucking good.

[pkochetkov]

[fic] sweet victory

pairing: rutger mcgroarty x fem! reader; platonic! luke hughes x fem! reader

summary: luke scores the overtime winner for his first goal and reader couldn’t be prouder

authors note: i felt like a proud mom so i had to write this. it was kinda fun tehe 🤭; unedited

warning: none, unless you count babygirl trevor oh and swear words

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y/n.y/l/n: that’s a wrap on lukey baby’s first games in the nhl! so endlessly proud of my beautiful child (he’s older than me)! getting his first solo lap night 1 vs the lightsabers and almost a goal! while jackson (🙄) fell to the floor dramatically (see slide 5). then!!! against the caps, my beloved pet sperm (again, he’s older than me and i didn’t birth him) got his first 2 nhl points including 1 assist and, drumroll please, his first goal!!!!

i couldn’t be any prouder if you, luke warren, than i am rn. you’ve grown up so much these past few days and been out in the spotlight almost immediately. you handled it a lot better than jack did! but don’t tell him i said that..

and to everyone who is hating on the nhl for posting the brothers so much, fuck u stupid bitch. they’re young and apart of something so big! let them live!

tagged: lhughes_06, njdevils

rutgermcgroarty: our son’s growing up so fast babe 🥲 y/n.y/l/n: rutgermcgroarty that means we need another!! trevorzegras: y/n.y/l/n pick me!!!! _quinnhughes: trevorzegras no. trevorzegras: _quinnhughes did i ask you 🙄 y/n.y/l/n: trevorzegras sorry z, quinny said no rutger mcgroarty: trevorzegras i, the father, also say no ☝🏼

jackhughes: i was tripped. y/n.y/l/n: jackhughes idk i kinda think ur lying.. tommer97 did u trip jack? tommer97: y/n.y/l/n nope y/n.y/l/n: jackhughes case closed 💅🏼 jackhughes: y/n.y/l/n YOU WERENT EVEN THERE???? rutgermcgroarty: jackhughes don’t yell at my girlfriend jackson. lhughes_06: jackhughes don’t yell at my mom jackson. y/n.y/l/n: jackhughes don’t yell at me jackson. i’m sensitive :(

lhughes_06: thanks mom ❤️ y/n.y/l/n: lhughes_06 of course my favorite child 🫶 jamie.drysdale: y/n.y/l/n i thought i was the favorite… rutgermcgroarty: jamie.drysdale who said that? y/n.y/l/n: jamie.drysdale who said that? trevorzegras: y/n.y/l/n when did jimmy get adopted and why???? y/n.y/l/n: trevorzegras right after you asked 🤭 trevorzegras: y/n.y/l/n wtf ☹️ y/n.y/l/n: trevorzegras sorry not sorry girly pop 😋

njdevils: hughes² >>> liked by lhughes_06 and y/n.y/l/n y/n.y/l/n: idk ab jack :/ he's kinda lame.. jackhughes: y/n.y/l/n what did i ever do to you? y/n.y/l/n: jackhughes exist.

rutgermcgroarty: side note: lhughes_06 come home, we miss you :( y/n.y/l/n: rutgermcgroarty vouch edwards.73: rutgermcgroarty vouch adamdantilli: rutgermcgroarty vouch markestapa: rutgermcgroarty vouch jackhughes: rutgermcgroarty too bad, he’s stuck here now 🤭 y/n.y/l/n: jackhughes that’s what you think babygirl, just you wait :))))

[yes-divine-ruler]

can I please request some smut based on the song She Dominates by Blitzkid, with a sub! kit walker x dom! female reader where she tries out all her dom kinks on him? thank you sm

p.s.: your writing is amazing

Kit Walker x Fem!Reader Smut - “She Dominates” (18+)

love this request I’ve been thinking ab Kit recently and this one came up like u read my minddd!!!

CW: sub!kit, dom!fem!reader, blindfolding, Willy whipping, bonding, face riding, dick riding, overstimulation (k)

Words: 2167

You paced around the table, setting down two warm plates right out of the oven as you heard the front door open. Kit was home just in time for pot roast, taking off his shoes at the front door and letting out a tired sigh.

"Hey baby," he said, coming up behind you as you cut the meat on the kitchen counter. He laid soft kisses down your neck, as his hands rested on your hips.

"Hey," you said softly, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning up for a quick kiss.

"Somethin' smells good," he breathed in the aroma from the food you'd cooked, leaving your side and putting his keys down on the kitchen counter.

"Thought I'd make a special dinner, you've been working so hard lately," you reply, as you watch him sit down at the dinner table, placing his napkin in his lap. He always had the best table manners.

"You spoil me Y/N," he flashed you a appreciative smile as you served the food onto his plate, but he waited until you'd served a portion for yourself and sat down before he began eating.

"How was your day?" He asked, after swallowing his first mouthful.

"Good.. kinda boring," you answered truthfully, pushing the peas around on your plate.

"Yeah? Why?" He asked, his foot coming in contact with yours under the table, giving it a playful nudge.

"I've just had a lot of time to think," you reply, trying to hide the smile that threatened to spread across your face. Kit looked at you concerned, reaching his hand over the table for you to hold onto. You grabbed it, savouring the feeling of his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

"About what baby?" He asked, your heart beating in your chest when you thought of what you might reply with.

"Finish your dinner, it's better if I show you," you give him a reassuring smile and he nods, knowing that he could trust you.

You finish the rest of your dinner, filling in gaps with small talk about the gas station and his busy day today. When Kit had cleaned his plate, you stood up and walked to his side of the table to grab his hand softly.

"Come," you say simply, Kit getting up and following you into the bedroom. His eyebrows furrowed at the small box that was on the end of your made bed, confused at what you were trying to show him.

"What's this about babygirl?" He asked, reaching for the box as you anxiously bit your lip, watching him sit on the edge of the bed, setting the box in his lap.

He opened in, and inside was a small black leather whip, a blind fold and some rope. He looked up at you with wide eyes before a small chuckle left his lips.

"Is this what you've been thinking about? You want me to tie you up?" He asked, taking the whip out and cracking it in the air. You blushed as you looked down at your feet, not sure how to respond.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, it's kinda hot," he said, placing the box back down on the bed and coming back up to comfort you.

"Wait," you say quickly, stepping away from him and holding onto the hem of the dress you were wearing. He stood back and obeyed, watching you as you pulled your dress above your head.

"Oh fuck," he let out, not expecting to see a latex catsuit under your conservative dress. You looked at him, his mouth hung open and his eyes sparkling with excitement.

He reached towards to hold onto your hips, but you place a hand on his chest and push him back onto the bed. You straddle his hips, and he tries to pull your head down to kiss you but you push away.

"What is it?" He asked confused, as you turn to take the rope from the box.

"I want to use them on you," you say finally, only to notice the erection in his pants twitch at your words.

"Oh," he said quietly, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Is that okay?" You ask, tilting your head to side to admire the small look of fear on his face. He gulps and nods obediently, bringing his wrists in front of you for you to tie.

"Already such a good boy," you say, tying his wrists together and then pulling them up to tie them to the cast iron bed head. He tried to free his wrists, pulling on them but they're tied so tight he doesn't succeed.

"Not going anywhere baby," he said with a cheeky smile, as you lean over for your face to meet his.

"Only talk when spoken to," you threaten, Kit watching you with wide eyes again as you reach back to retrieve the eye mask from the box.

"Lift up your head," you demand, as you slide the mask behind his head and blind his vision. His lips part as your hands run down his chest and unbutton the front of his work uniform. He tried to buckle his hips up to meet your heat, but you only tut at him.

"You are under my command, don't do anything I don't tell you to," you lean down and whisper in his ear, your lips ghosting his skin.

He nods, oblivious to what is in front of him as his shirt is finally unbuttoned. You kiss down his toned chest, your tongue flicking over his nipple as you make your way downwards. He lets out a small moan at the feeling of your warm mouth on his skin, the knot in your stomach only getting tighter at the small noise. This was one of your deepest, darkest fantasies, Kit under your total control, laying helpless on the bed as you used his body as you pleased.

Seeing him in constraints, letting out small moans as you pleasured him, blindfolded, turned you on more than anything else ever did. His pale skin under the touch of your fingertips, making his body jolt and squirm felt so good, your man completely under your control.

His pants were next to go, your hands sliding into the waistband after unzipping them, and pulling them down his legs. He was left in only his white underwear.

"Babyyyy please- I need to feel you," he said, lifting his head as if he was looking at you.

"What did I say?" You warn, pulling the whip from inside the box and holding it in your hand, "only speak when spoken to."

The whip lightly hits Kit's exposed thigh and he sucks in a deep breath.

"Oh I liked that," he confessed, before another crack of the whip hit his thigh again, only harder. You could see his cock continue to twitch beneath his underwear, this new sensation strange to him, but at the same time invigorating.

He let out an almost silent whimper as you pulled down his underwear, exposing his painfully hard cock. You looked at the whip in your hand, contemplating whether to take the risk, and you did, slapping the pad lightly against his erection. He jumped, but when another whimper left his lips you knew that he liked it.

"Dirty boy," you teased, whipping him harder again. He rested the back of his head deep into the pillow, biting his lip frightened he'd make a noise you didn't like.

"You like the feeling of my whip on your hard cock?" You asked seductively, running the pad of the whip up and down his length, as pre cum began to leak from his tip.

"Y-yes, I do," Kit stammered, as another hard hit came in contact with it. He jumped again, letting out a low moan, before you finally felt like it was enough, and you wanted something to make you feel good.

"You're gonna make me feel good now," you demanded, unclasping your catsuit from between your legs and bringing it up to your waist. Kit stayed silent as you straddled his face, your wet folds inches away from his mouth.

"Are you gonna make me come baby boy?" You asked, waiting for his response before you smothered him with your pulsing heat.

"Yes, please, I will, I promise," he begs, pulling on the constraints again in desperation. He just wanted to touch you, feel the curvature of your immaculate body, kiss your mouth and feel inside you. But none of that was up to him today, and the unpredictability of it all only made him harder.

You lowered yourself onto his face, gripping onto the roots of his hair as he moaned into your slick pussy. His tongue darted out between your folds, tasting your sweet arousal as you began to rock your hips against his face. His tongue licked up against your clit with every rocking motion, your head rolling back as you indulged in the pleasure of being on his face.

"Ohh that feels so good Kit," you moan, looking down at his blindfolded face as you ride it, his nose nudging up against your swollen clit as his tongue ventures between your walls. Your grip on his hair only got tighter as you rode his face, your orgasm approaching so much quicker than you anticipated.

Kit continued to moan into your pussy, the extra vibrations coursing through your body as you felt the knot inside your stomach start to untie. Having total control over how his tongue worked inside you sent you over the edge.

“Oh my god- I’m cunming!” You announce, provoking another moan from Kit as he does everything in his power to get you to your climax. As you cum, your legs shake around his head, a string of moans leaving your lips.

You lift your face off Kit and he took a deep breath, after beginning to suffocate from the whole ordeal. You let out a laugh, his chin, mouth and nose wet with your juices.

“That was so fucking hot, I wish I could’ve seen your face” he breathed out, as you looked over your shoulder at his neglected erection, still hard and leaking.

He spoke, without permission, again, and you had no choice but to pick up the whip and give his cock another hit. He gasped at the unexpected contact, wriggling his hips deeper into the mattress.

“I want you to beg,” you said, now straddling his hips. You teasingly lowered yourself over his length, rubbing it between your folds as he choked on his words.

“P-please, I need to feel inside you, baby, please, ride me, take my cock,” he let out in a groan, lifting his head up again and pulling against the rope. You let out a laugh, finally lining his tip up at your entrance and sinking down on him.

A loud moan of relief left his red lips as he went all the way inside you. You placed your hands on his chest, and began lifting your body up and down on his cock. You have no mercy, chasing your own pleasure instead of his own, using his body as nothing more than an object for your sex. He thrived in the submissive role, letting out small whimpers as you moved up and down on his sensitive erection.

“That feel good baby? Tell me it feels good,” you ask, as his hips buckled up to go deeper inside you again.

“Yes- oh yes baby so fucking good, you’re so tight,” he said between grit teeth, the pleasure of you riding him undeniable,

“I’m not- I’m gonna cum soon,” he whined, as you picked up the pace and slammed your hips down with every fall.

“You can cum,” you allow, knowing that if he does so before you get your second, you will ride him well after his dick becomes sensitive.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck,” you let Kit moan loudly through his long awaited orgasm, cumming inside you and coating your walls. Just as you planned, you continued to ride him, feeling your second orgasm coming.

“Baby- oh, owww,” he whined, rocking his hips, trying to deter anymore pressure around his oversensitive cock.

“Not yet,” you say firmly, your hands on the headboard to support yourself as you continue to rise and fall on him, feeling your orgasm come in waves. His whines only fuelled you more, as you clenched around him, letting go for a second time.

“Ahh baby, oh my god, fuck,” Kit continued, before you finally got off him, leaning forward to remove the eye mask.

He squinted his eyes as they adjusted to the light, and then he looked at you, his cheeks flushed, his lips swollen and his cock throbbing against his stomach.

“How was that? You ask him innocently, reaching up again to untie his sore wrists.

“So fucking good,” he moaned, once released, coming towards you and tackling you back onto the bed.

Taglist: @v-love @evanpetersfav @demxnicprxncess @kitwalkersgfff

[unhinged-summer-fun]

like an open book

Written for Danktober 2022 Day 20: Overstimulation, Bluff, & National Suspenders Day

Daddy!Agent Whiskey x F!Reader (22+ Only)

Summary: It happens again. Sigh. You thought the sensory deprivation incident could be fixed with a little bit of overstimulation. WRONG.

Word Count: 654

Warnings: Safeword use, anxiety, overstimulation, Dom/sub elements, DDLG play, comfort, fear of safewording, good BDSM, aftercare, daddy kink

Notes: Listen this series is becoming my personal crusade to get people to chill the fuck out about safewords. They SHOULD be used. Sorry, reader girl, ur a hot fucking mess. U don't need kink, you need therapy.

[full danktober list here]

[daddy whiskey collection]

"Babygirl what's your color?"

"It's green, daddy, promise…"

"Do you promise?"

"…no…"

"Are you safewording right now?"

"Yes…"

"That's what I thought." Jack undid the ties holding you in the swing, gently lowering you to the ground one limb at a time. The whole time, you stared stoically ahead, tears streaming down your face and into the harness around your body. You were ashamed of yourself for the opposite reasons you were ashamed of the sensory deprivation disaster a few weeks ago. You'd thought the opposite would have been better, overstimulation play while in the swing. Jack liked the swing, it took a lot of pressure off his back and made him last longer. You'd been scared of it at first, but grew to love it the more you used it.

Now, though, you were trembling, nerves so overwhelmed it almost hurt just to exist in your body. You got the feeling Jack was very disappointed in you, like you'd bit off more than you could chew again for some harebrained idea about your worth in his life.

But that just wasn't true. It had been going fine, he'd been making you cum over and over again like he had one purpose in life, but after the sixth orgasm had your abs cramping up and your back alighted in flames, you couldn't take it anymore and had started crying. It had been fine going from five to six, but anything past that hurt.

"Here, take a sip babygirl." He took your hand and put a straw to your lips. It was the only two places he touched you, which you were guiltily grateful for. "The weighted blanket is over here, I think it'd help, do you want it?"

You nodded, still whimpering softly. It took seconds for him to return, and with him, a soft and cozy weight settled over your body. He laid you back on some floor pillows you kept beneath the swing and pulled the blanket up to your shoulders. "How's that?"

"Better," you pouted. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's not your fault, I wasn't watching you close enough." He shook his head, frowning at himself.

"I didn't mean to…"

His head shot up. "No, not like that. I know you can take a lot from me, baby. Sometimes the goalposts move if you're not looking closely." He put a hand on your knee, and you were grateful it didn't exacerbate the overstimulation. "Why'd you try and keep a brave face for me? Nothing wrong with saying you don't want any more."

"I just… I don't know. I wasn't really thinking straight, I think." You frowned as you turned it over in your mind. It rang true. "Yeah, I was all over the place, kinda. I think I might be a little twice-shy since…"

"I was thinking something similar. Nothing wrong with that. It was scary. I'm glad you told me the truth, though. You can always tell me that, babygirl."

"Will you come under here with me?" you asked in a small voice, missing him. He got under the covers with you and didn't fidget, knowing you needed his steady presence right now. "I don't know why I'm still acting this way."

"You said it yourself, there's some complicated connotations involved there. It'd be hard for anyone to break out of that in just a few weeks. Whatever I can do to make you feel comfortable saying a safeword or a 'hold up, Daddy' I'll do it. Rather wait a minute and check on you than see you cry." He sounded so soft and sincere, just like he's always been.

"I'll try harder," you promised. "You deserve to have fun, too. And not be scared of being with me."

"Now that'll never happen," he says. "More afraid of myself, really."

"I'm not."

"That's good to hear."

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, babygirl. Let's get you in a bath."

"Yes!"

[ghoulciifer]

omgg the flat chest fic was rlly good 😳😳 can u do one for suna or atsumu??

hc: suna and atsumu with a flat chested s/o

tags: nsfw, established relationships, reader’s got smol titties

notes: y’know what anon, i’ll go ahead and give ya both. but please know i have literally never written for suna so ?? i hope you’re not disappointed ?? ty for the request and feel free to stop by my inbox anytime ❥

» i’m gonna clarify that suna gives me a ‘stoner but secretly a genius’ vibe so if you don’t agree this is prob ooc sorry

» suna tends to keep his thoughts to himself but none of them are snarky when it comes to you

» boy LOVES you and your lil’ titties

» and though he’s not very vocal w the compliments all the time, he knows when you need it

» he gets why you’re insecure, with the way you tend to get self conscious when wearing looser shirts or seeing someone with a bigger chest, society’s a bitch

» but he genuinely loves you n’ your body the way it is, and your personality makes you all that more sexy to him

» so yea he’ll comfort you with his own special way of telling you you’re beautiful and you don’t need to worry about that shit, and the look in his eye as he splays his hands across your lower back and pulls you close tells you he means it every time

» if he knows you’re up for it he’ll tease tf out of you too, bringing his hands up around your ribs high enough where his thumbs can swipe over your nipples

» “Besides baby, you still make me wanna fuck you senseless no matter how big your tits are.”

» woooo boy if that doesn’t make your panties drop idk what will

» loves the way your boobs look in crop tops so he buys them for you all the time, and urges you to skip the bra so he can catch glimpses of the girls when you raise your arms/shoulders

» probably buys you cut off thrasher shirts alsjdhsjaj

» i see suna as someone who’s kinda into degradation in bed but he never aims it at your insecurities, so if anything he’ll only bring it up when he’s praising you for being a good girl

» he’ll reward you for taking his cock so well by switching positions so you’re in his lap, his hands gripping your hips or thighs and his mouth immediately latches on to your tits bc he knows how sensitive they are

» “Such a good little slut, lookin’ so pretty just sitting on my cock like that. Tell me how much you love it when I play with your cute little tits.”

» smth like that

» but yea overall he couldn’t care less if your chest was big or not, he thinks you’re rad and he wouldn’t be with you if he didn’t like every aspect of you

» atsumu actually kinda pegs me as the type of guy who might fetishize small chests, so boy are you in luck no i do not care to elaborate just roll w it

» he’s a huge dork but deep down he is a horny, horny man

» his initial instinct when you’re feeling self conscious about yourself is to wrap you up in his giant arms and whisper all the things he loves about you, giving you his best puppy dog eyes and making sure to leave kisses in your hairline between praises

» he always wants to make sure you know how much he loves you regardless of what it is you’re upset ab

» probably wouldn’t go super far with teasing you if he feels the need too, might just whisper something suggestive once you’ve calmed down

» “I’ll show ya how much I love yer little chest later, babygirl.” and then he gives you the most awkward wink but it’s still so 🥵

» HUGE on praise in the bedroom, he’s a dom but definitely on the softer side so he will never not shower you with his affection

» his favorite thing to do is paw at your tits while his face is buried between your legs, using his elbows to keep your hips pinned to whatever surface he’s got you laid out on

» absolutely groans into your cunt about how cutely your chest arches into his waiting palms

» “Fuck, you really like it when daddy plays with yer tits, huh? They just fit so perfect in my hands, like they were made for me.”

» and when you need to be punished, he LOVES slapping them while overstimming you

» atsumu is a sucker for the way you look in tight fitting shirts/dresses, but his favorite is when you’re wearing one his shirts with no bra underneath bc duh, you don’t need it?

» not only does this appeal to his horny side but you just look so cute in his clothes n’ he can’t help it

» honestly there’s hardly ever a moment where you’re truly insecure about yourself around him because he makes it his job to remind you how much he loves you n’ your body constantly

» and he’ll be glad to show you, too

[babiesdreams]

Hi!! I found your blog recently and I really like your writing!! If possible, could you write smth about Y/N and Hendery being besties and she suddenly wants him to take her virginity, he agrees thinking she’s kidding and they plan it but when the day comes he’s afraid she would regret it but she makes him secure about how special he is to her and how she wants it, then since it was planned she sits on his lap not wearing panties under her dress and boom he’s beast mode on lmao thank u 💀

Omg you i- um YESSSSSS

It’s gotta be you +18 Hendery

Word count: 1.5 K (I’m so sorry I don’t even know how)

Chuckles fill the room at your comment “I want to lose my virginity with you” You really couldn’t believe you said that to your bestfriend, and honestly you weren’t expecting another reaction from him. He obviously thought it was a joke. You were laughing the pain away, unable to convince yourself of how ridiculous you were.

“Yes, I’ll take you flowers and we’ll make it romantic” Hendery says in between laughs. “I’ll scream your name nonstop” You continue joking around. “Hey but I’ll be a gentleman, we’ll take it slow” He says more serious before cracking in a loud laugh. “You? A gentleman? You’ll probably go rough in me just like nothing” You say teasing him.

“Like you wouldn’t love that” He says rolling his eyes. You chuckle lightly and let your body fall against the mattress of your room. You head is on the air, as your neck is pressed against the edge of the bed. You look in front of you, while blood gets to your brain, making your face get slightly red.

So you don’t notice when Hendery’s body moves as well somewhere on the bed. You just notice it when you feel his body pressed on top of yours. His hands are on both sides of your lying body, his face gets closer to your stretched neck, you can feel his breath brushing your sensitive skin. You blush like crazy as your mind gets full of expectations.

His tongue licks your neck from your collarbone to your chin. You flex your neck getting slightly up to look at him and he starts chuckling again. “See? You like that kind of stuff” He says getting off of you. You look at him with a deadly gaze and he chuckles. “Calm down, your secret is safe with me” He says still laughing. You roll your eyes back in your head and lay down again. 

“So when are we doing this?” He asks from his seat. You decide to continue his jokes and say “On Saturday, my home is empty” You say calmly. And he nods, eventhough you can’t see him. “I’ll be here at 8″ He says getting off your bed. He then gets in front of your and brushes your lips with his fingers. “Don’t be too inpatient” He says teasingly and you growl at him, before you bite his finger.

“Auch” He says moving to the door. “See ya babygirl” He says in a teasy tone and you just throw a pillow at him, but he’s faster, closing the door before the pillow could get to him.

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“I’m coming” You read the message on the screen like ten times, realizing the time has come. You can’t believe this is happening. In other situation you would’ve thought he was still kidding but his messages and actions told a whole different story. 

You prepared the best set of underwear you had and put it on. You looked at the mirror several times, practicing some expressions, as if you would be able to control them. And then the doorbell rings. You heart stops for a second, you try to calm down breathing slowly before going to the front door. You open the door looking at Hendery’s body.

His hands were holding your favourite kind of flowers, which he offers to you, you grab them and smell the sweet fragance. “You actually got me flowers” You say calmly as you invite him in. He chuckles nerviously and nods, getting in the house.

You start climbing the stairs, while holding the flowers in your hands, His eyes are fixed on your half naked figure, completely bluching at the inpure thoughts that his mind imagines. “So... are you sure about this?” He says nerviously as you both get to your room. You leave the flowers on your table and turn back to look at him.

“Of course” You say getting closer to him, your lips are about to kiss his but he stops your body with a worried look in his eyes. “I mean it seriously, it’s something important for you” He says looking right into your eyes. “Hendery, It’s gotta be you” You say grabbing his hands and getting them on your butt. Your lips reach his this time, in a soft kiss.

“And what are we gonna do after this?” He says getting your hair behind your eat as he looks straight at you. Your foreheads are pressed on each other and you simply smile “We’ll figure it out” You whisper and he smiles, atacking your lips again. His tongue plays inside your mouth, making you get wetter than you already were. His hand, still on your cheek since he fixed your hair, holding your face stable as he kisses you.

His body makes yours move, pushing it on the bed. He stays standing up as he removes his shirt and pants, only wearing his boxers. You look at his body and smile. “Since when did you have those abs?” You say to him and he smirks “Since always” He whispers getting on top of you.

His body presses against yours and you feel his bulge against your cunt. Your hand gets to it, touching it slightly and the boy gasps, pulling off the kiss. “Weren’t you a virgin?” He asks confused and you smirk “Virgin doesn’t mean inocent luv” You say pressing around his length and he rolls his eyes back.

Your hand gets in his boxers taking his length in your hands and moving through it. The heavy breaths that escape the boy’s mouth make you smirk widely. His lips attack your neck, leaving wet paths all over it and your body shakes at the sensation. “Don’t be shy baby. I’d love to hear the sounds you make” He says against your neck.

His words make you whimper, but when his fingers draw circles over your clothed clit, a loud moan leaves your open lips. “That’s what I’m talking about” He says looking right into your eyes “Now make those cute little sounds louder for me” He growls out and you look challenging at him. 

You try your best not to please him as easily but his fingers press harder on your clit making it imposible. He laughs at your sounds and licks the limits of your lacy bra. His hands leave their position to unclip your bra skillfully, revealing your perfect looking breasts which he licks off completely.

The sensation of his tongue over your nipples is the only thing you can think about. You hand has stopped long time ago as your brain was unable to concentrate on that matter. 

His fingers return to your cunt, but this time they get your panties off, exposing your pussy completely. His fingers travel along your wet folds and he just says. “Never seen a pussy this wet babygirl” He says teasingly and you moan at his compliment (Is it a compliment?) His fingers get inside of you, curling themselves, reaching places you hadn’t yet explored.

You moan loudly at his actions making him smik widely. “You are gonna feel something bigger later babe” He says teasingly and your eyes roll back, unable to even think straight.

His two fingers turn into three and your walls keep clenching around them. Until you decide you’re ready for his length. He gets his boxers off and get a condom out of his pants. He rolls the condom around his length and looks at you “Ready?” He asks and you nod.

He positions his dick on your entrance and starts getting in, his tip gets in you and you moan loudly. He goes slowly letting you adapt to every inch of his length, until he’s fully in. The pain surrounds you making you sweat like crazy. His fingers wipe off the sweat on your forehead lovingly, not moving at all inside of you.

“You tell me when you are ready” He says kissing your face on every inch he possibly can. You whimp loudly at first but with time, pain goes away, completely replaced with pleasure. “Move” You say in a heavy breath and he nods, moving slowly inside of you.

You feel the sloopy texture of the condom brushing over your walls as they stretch out. “You are so fucking tight” Hendery growls out, also losing it slowly. You chuckle “I’m a virgin Hendery, of course I’m tight” You say at his obvious comment. He smiles “Not virgin anymore” making you gasp lightly at his hot words.

“Fuck” You say as his pace gets faster inside of you. “Don’t stop” You moan outas your brain mixes pain and pleasure together, making the limits between both sensations unclear. He gets rougher, making you see stars and after not so long he says “I’m close” you whimper a “Me too” just before your body shakes underneath his. He smirks and cums right after.

Your breathy bodies are lying right next to each other. “So... How was it?” He says getting the condom out and making a knot with it. You look at him and ask “Did I bleed?” He chuckles at your innocent cuestion and points at the condom “Just a little bit. Why? Did it hurt?” He asks worried and you smile at him “Not as hard as I thought” 

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Hope you enjoyed it. It got really long so fast sorry lol.

Tmi: My first was kinda like this lmao.

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[smutggukk]

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7:00 am

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“Ring ring”

letting out an annoyed groan, I sit up on the bed, and glare at the alarm clock, as if it’s an actual person, why? Because why not? (Let’s pump it up 💃 Stan loona)

Lifting up the blanket, I shut off the alarm clock and head to the washroom still half asleep, I do my morning routine and change into a suit.

Grabbing my car keys and work stuff, I head to school, working as a school principal was not really what I expected to work as, but what could I do when I desperately needed a job after getting fired? Thank god for my sister who introduced me to this job and helped me get it. Nonetheless I work hard, besides I’m pretty popular and get talked about a lot, I’m actually the first female principal they’ve had.

Walking into school I look around to see everyone’s eyes on me, some smiling, some waving at me, of course I greet them back, and walk to my office with a giggle, loving the attention, placing my things on the desk, I sit down getting to work.

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Time skip; 9:00 am

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On a call with my mom, I hear a knock on my office’s door, quickly hanging up, I tell the person to ‘come in’, of course as usual, the ‘bad boy’ of the school walks in with a smirk, “missed me, pretty?” He chuckles sitting down the chair right in front of my desk and spreading his legs wide, I sigh watching his every move “you know jeon, you spend more time in my office than in class, why don’t you just live here?” The sarcastic side in me comes out.

“That’s a great idea, gorgeous, I hope you don’t mind?” He snickers messing with me, “what happened this time? Let me guess, you either replied back to a teacher or didn’t pay attention to class” “Bingo!! Both this time, you guessed right, want a prize?” “I’d rather you start paying attention to your studies, I’m serious” “I’d rather study you” he says with a wink, I couldn’t help but crack a laugh at his remark.

“Don’t you want good grades and stuff? Don’t you wanna grow up and live a good life?” “Of course, but who said I need good grades to live a good life?” “You’re not wrong little guy, but you kinda do?” He scrunches his nose, “little guy?” He lets out a raspy chuckle, kinda turning me on when i shouldn’t be, he continues “- well you see Ms Yn...”

Somehow the way my name rolls of his mouth gives me butterflies, is it bad that I have a tiny crush on him when I shouldn’t?

He leans closer to me, his index and thumb fingers holding onto my chin gently, “I’m not little, I’m pretty big if you’d like to find out?” He sends another wink my way, making me flustered, I get ahold of his wrist and place it down on the desk “I’d rather keep it professional, big guy”

He scoffs out a chuckle making me shake my head, “you didn’t decline the offer though?” He raises his brows, leaving me quite speechless, “hm? Cat got your tongue?” I sigh with a small smile visible on my face “you’re pretty annoying jeon” “but you love it, just admit it” “don’t make me give you detention” “detention with you wouldn’t be so bad, so ill gladly take the offer”

This guy just never stops, “what am I gonna do with you” I rub my temple, “pfft, am I that annoying?” “Yes actually, I would even quit my job to not see your face” he nods and looks away, did i go too far? “Wait no, I didn’t-“ “I understand, ill head back to class” he stands up, leaving before I could say anything.

Shit, why the hell did I even say that? I should apologize when school ends, i’ve never felt this way for a person before, I’ll just check what’s his last class on my computer and check on him.

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Time skip; after school

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Packing my things, I quickly get up from my seat, grabbing the keys to my office and locking it, running to jungkooks last class which is chemistry, knocking on the door, I slowly open it, to be seen with just a couple of students including jungkook.

Looking around I see no teacher, the class ended quick I guess, seeing jungkook walk pass me but I stop him, “wait jungkook!” He turns around and stares at me with an expressionless face, making me gulp.

“Could u come to my office please? I would like to have a talk with you and apologize..” he shrugs “I don’t know” “please? It’ll be quick? Some students are finding us suspicious so come on” thankfully he follows me and crosses his arms.

“What is it Ms Yn?” He says bored, “look jungkook, I’m really s-“ “save it” he goes to leave but I quickly hug his back, making him tense up, “I didn’t mean it... I don’t know... why I even said that..” I whisper against his toned back “Ms Yn-“ “no jungkook, I’m deeply sorry for saying that, I’m not sure why I said that, when I didn’t mean it..” a tear trickles down my cheeks for some unknown reason, maybe because I’m afraid he’ll just ignore me.

He feels his back dampen up and turns around hugging me back, he rests his head on my shoulder taking in my scent, “it’s okay, I forgive you, don’t cry..” he mumbles, and kisses my shoulder making me feel nothing but a whole zoo in my tummy.

“I’m sorry..” I sniffle, as he smiles facing me, he kisses my tears away making me widen my eyes, “i told you it’s okay, you’re forgiven pretty lady” even after all that he manages to flirt, this time I decided to flirt back surprisingly.

“Thank you, handsome” I giggle shyly and hide my face in his fit chest, he smiles at my shy state and ruffles my hair, “great job princess, you did amazing, don’t be shy” “learnt from the best” I wink at him and blush immensely.

He stares at my eyes, as he slowly trails his stare to my lips, knowing what’s gonna happen I let it be, maybe because I want him just as much as he wants me, within a blink of an eye, his lips connect like mine, as if they were made for eachother.

I pull onto his collar, wanting nothing but him, his hands make their way to my ass and give them a little squeeze making me smile into the heated kiss, one of his hand remains on my ass as the other travels back up to the back of my head and pushes me closer causing our bodies to crash on each other.

He lifts me up with the help of my thighs, and walks over to the couch, careful not to trip over, before we could continue any further, I pull away taking a deep breath, “w-wait jungkook..” “what is it? Are you uncomfortable? I’ll stop if you want, we don’t have to-“ “jungkook no no.. it’s not that, I wanna continue.. but the door is unlocked and someone could walk in on us” “oh right.. I didn’t think of that”

“Where’s the keys?” He asks, “it’s on the desk, right beside my bag” he walks over to the desk, still managing to carry me, quickly locking the door he doesn’t hesitate before kissing me hungrily, and places me on the couch not breaking our kiss, feeling his hand run through my hair before pulling it back making me pull away from the kiss panting heavily.

Kissing my jaw, he creates hickey all around my neck and collarbone, making me moan out from the feeling, while one of his hands is still pulling my hair back the other squeezes my hips before dragging it higher, playing with my clothed nipple, making me gasp, “oh.. jungkook..” I moan delighted, “babygirl .. it’s daddy, understand?” He squeezes my sensitive nipple tip, making me let out a curse, “y-yes daddy..”

He chuckles feeling loving the feeling of being in control, after many hickeys, he pulls away, making me whine, I watch him stand up, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, with his strong gaze on me, I watch his veiny hand pull off his shirt, oh how bad I want him in me, “daddy..” I mutter loud enough, “what is it princess?” My mouth waters, looking at his well built figure before looking up into his lusty eyes, “I want you.. so bad, please..” “strip for me.”

I widen my eyes yet still obey him, I take off my suit jacket somewhere in the room, my hand comes in contact with the first button, slowly removing it as my eyes never leaves his gaze, throwing the shirt away along with the suit pants, I’m left with my undergarments, he crouches down facing my chest, he looks up at me and smirks “should daddy help with your bra and panties?” “Yes, please” “gladly”

Removing your bra he kisses your soft skin, his tongue proceeds to move lower and lower til he’s sucking on my boob, making me throw my head back, “oh sh*t jungkook...!” I get ahold of his hair and pull on it unconsciously, “mmhm” he hums on my boob making me moan out a half scream (?) with last peck, and a kitty lick on my nipple making me let out a shaky breath.

“F*ck, I need you right now” he pushes me onto the couch, taking over, while sucking on my lower lip, he completely removes his pants and boxers, along with my panties, he bites my lip and pulls on it before his finger swipes against my folds, making me whimper underneath him.

His finger coated with my wet juices, making him lick his lips, “hm, seems like someone is already leaking wet for daddy.. hm?” I nod at his words as my hand which is placed on his shoulder, slowly moves downwards, tracing his abs before it gets ahold of his rock hard c*ck making him gasp quietly in satisfaction, I slowly knead it making him hum and close his eyes, smirking my thumb caresses his tip making him open his eyes and glare at me, “don’t tease me p-princess.”

His hoarse voice sends shivers and goosebumps along my skin, making me smile in innocence, “who said I’m teasing you?” He chuckles before spreading my legs, entering me making me open my mouth wide, exhaling as I grip onto his biceps at how thick and long he is, “j-jungkook..” he nods and stays still letting me adjust to his size.

“Tell me when you’re ready..” he lays his forehead against mine as my heart melts at his caring side, few minutes pass by as I slowly kiss his lips, wrapping my legs around his waist, I gently push him down, as he gets the hint, and rolls his hips against me, moaning into the kiss he smirks and thrusts into me, leaving me a mess, moans and skin slapping echoing around.

“Mmm.. f*ck, so damn tight” “ahhh.. jungkook, f-faster..” he pulls out making me open my eyes confused, “it’s daddy for you, brat” thrusting back in he gets ahold of my hips and f*cks me at an animalistic pace making me let out tears of nothing but pleasure, feeling entirely stretched out, I feel something in my stomach indicating I’m close.

Not being able to even utter a single word, I clench around him making him groan, “ughmmm... shit, do that again for me, baby” I clench around his nonstop making him throw his head back, “are you close baby?” He asks panting, I nod, “let’s cum together, in a count of three”

Letting out a growl he quickly pulls out before cumming on my stomach, collapsing on top of me, careful not to squish me, he hides his face in my neck, and leaves pecks there, “are you okay, babe?” Managing to open my eyes a little, looking to the side to be met with an ethereal looking jungkook, making me smile, “that was amazing..” I whisper against his lips.

He smiles, “I’m glad” pulling me in for a kiss I enjoy the feeling of his soft lips against mine, pulling away he stares at me lovingly “would you like to come over to my house?.. maybe to cuddle too!” I ask, He smiles at my excited state and nods, “of course, and yes we’ll cuddle for as long as you like” “I can’t wait, now let’s get up, I want to take a shower so bad” “alright”

Getting up we both get dressed up and are about to head out before I notice something which makes my heart drop, “jungkook...” “yes baby?”

gulping, I look at the camera in the corner which just recorded the both of us having s*x, I’ll lose my job but most importantly jungkook will be suspended forever, jungkook notices my stare on something and follows my gaze, he notices the camera and widens his eyes, “jungkook what the hell do we do?! They can check the recording and-“ “princess, it’s okay-“ “how is it okay Jungkook?!” “I can-“ “you’ll get suspended for f*cks sake!” “Princess! Listen! Oh my god”

He chuckles “jeon this is not funny whatsoever-“ he kisses me to shut me up, nonetheless I kiss back not being able to refuse his kisses, “u done?” He says making me glare at him, “listen this isn’t anything new, I can delete the footage” “really?” “Yes, yes I can, and I’ll do it now, so we don’t have to worry” I sigh in relief, “thank god” “now let’s go?” “Yes! I wanna cuddle so bad!” He chuckles, and round 2 may or may not have happened later-

[3racha-placebo]

Feel so good

request: virgin reader and jisung fucking in missionary

masterlist 💌

han jisung x fem reader

warning: unprotected!sex, virgin reader, curse words (a few).

"Stop teasing me, come here" Jisung says as he grabs your wrist and pulls you into his arms. He cross his arms around your neck while your body is close to his, breathing in his cologne from his hoodie.

"Sungie... I'm not teasing" You giggle as you look up. His brown shiny eyes looking back at you while one of his hands goes to cup your face.

"I want to kiss you but you say you're busy" He tickles you and you try to get away. You try to bite his arms and he lets you go laughing. You run into the kitchen but he grabs your waist and pulls you up into the kitchen counter, making way in between your legs.

You pull your head back laughing as his fingertips roam around your waist making the hair on the back of your neck go crazy. Your hands go around his neck and your fingers tangle with his damp hair, it was a really hot day even thought it's night time already. You push his head back by pulling his hair and go for his lips. Jisung moans into your lips, his grip becames harder knowing it will leave marks soon. The kiss feel needy, hungry, you want to lost yourself in him but you're too scared.

Jisung grabs you off the counter and makes your legs tangle into his body. You giggle as you feel his hands grabbing your ass for more support. He starts walking towards the bedroom when he feels your body getting rigid.

"Y/n? Is everything okay?" He separates his lips from yours looking into your eyes. He smirks and makes you flash red immediately.

"We haven't go any further and I-I don't want it to hurt Sungie." You close your eyes in embarrassment. Jisung pulls you down in front of him, grabs your neck with both hands and makes you look at him directly.

"Do you think I wanna hurt you? My princess deserves everything except being hurt... And if it does, I promise you would feel so good after." You blush hard again, you grab him by his hair and kiss him while you're in the tip of your toes.

Jisung groans into your mouth and grabs you into bridal style getting yourself back into the bedroom.

He gently puts you down and hovers over you not detaching from your lips any second. Your shaky hands roam his abs making him more wound up and pushing his hard cover cock even more close to your body.

"And you say you're not a tease. Princess stop lying." He bites your lower lips as his thumb navegates your cover clit making you arch your back.

"I'm not, I just want you-u" You moan again as Jisung pulls your shirt up and goes to unclap your bra, his hands roaming your skin and you trying to make no sound.

"Don't do that. I want to hear how good I am making you feel our first time." He harshly kiss your lips as his hands go to your skirt, lifts in up and pull your panties down in just one move. You groan really loud and Jisung laughs kinda nervously.

"Sungie you're way too needy." You giggle as you see his eyes not leaving your face. Your back arches again as you feel his cold(ish) fingers touching your clit in a circular motion, you try to thrust your hip you get more of him. He smirks as he pulls his fingers into his mouth, tasting you.

"Always so damn sweet." Jisung goes to your lips again, the salty taste always so welcome and familiar as his tongue makes way into your mouth, biting and kissing you like it was the last time.

You see your boyfriend lifting up in front of you, unbucking his belt and pants and throwing them to the other side of the bedroom. You bite your lip harshly as you let go of your clothes, only keeping your skirt on. You try to reach your clit with your fingers as you see Jisung's naked body displaying in front for you. That heat in your core is getting each time worse, how was it possible that only him seeing him you could get so much wetter?

Jisung makes his way back on top of you, kissing your neck while leaving love bites and bruises all over. His hand snakes down into his hard cock, precum already leaking from his tip making your mouth water to the sight. He makes his way between your thighs, his cock teasing your folds as a quiet moan escapes your lip. Jisung grabs your hands and puts them in his neck, hugging him as one of his hand pins you down to bed and the other one is helping his cock getting closer to your entrance.

"Remember princess, if it hurts so much, just tell me and I'll stop. I don't wanna hurt you baby." His eyes are fixed on yours, you nod and give him a quick kiss which makes him blush. He looks at you as he pushes himself into your body, you arch your back while tears start forming in your eyes. Jisung's mouth goes to your neck giving you little kisses and praises while he gives you time to adjust to his size. Your head moves to his side as you whine for a kiss.

Jisung giggles as he kisses you gently, being so soft as he could be. You grab his hair pulling him even closer and you nod.

"A-ah Ji, you can move now." You mumble in his lips as he bites your lip.

"Y/n you're so perfect a-ah." Jisung's body starts to move faster as your legs get tangle into his waist, making you closer to him but also giving him more access to hit all the right spots. Your moans are unexpectedly loud and you blush when you realize.

"The neigh-bors will hear u-us" You groan as his thrusts being to get sharper and deeper. Your nails leaving marks on his shoulders and back as you feel yourself clenching to his size.

"I-i don't even care-e love, I just want you-u." His mouth goes to your neck, sucking it harshly leaving red to purple marks all over your collarbones and higher.

Tears run down your cheeks as he sets the pace fast. You feel yourself going higher and higher, getting intoxicating by his touch and sounds.

"F-fuck Jisung keep going-g." He moves your leg into his shoulder, making his way deeper into you as you feel your sigh getting darker and blurry.

"You're so tight holy f-fuck. Cum for me babygirl." That name gets you even more wet and Jisung realizes as he keeps thrusting into you hard.

Right on cue, you get lost in ecstasy, your high hitting you hard as he keeps riding you, overstimulating your body. You feel electricity going all the way, moaning his name loud. Jisung cums inside you, his chest moves uncontrollably faster and heavy breathing in him looks so damn sexy to you. Soon you realize that you can feel his warm filling you completely as you moan his name loudlyl like a mantra.

Not detaching from you, Jisung falls on to your body, sweat covering your body as you melt into a kiss again.

"Fuck you're the best y/n. I fucking love you so much." Jisung kisses your forehead as he gets up and you whine from the lost of contact. He goes to the bathroom and turns the water on.

"Sungie what are you doing?" You giggle as he comes back and takes your body up. There is when you realize your legs aren't working as the way they used to. You feel tired and sleepy.

"You're gonna be sore in a while. There's nothing that a warm bathtub with me won't heal." You kiss him again, running your fingers through his damp hair as he takes you to the bathroom.

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[joshuascurls]

make up | j.b.

IN WHICH: y/n goes out with ricky, ricky’s teasing is too much for y/n’s parents so she gets upset with a very turned on ricky.

INSPIRATION: y u gotta b like that - audrey mika

WARNING: oral, fem receiving, dom and switch. full on sex.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget your name.” After these words left Joshua’s mouth, I swear I had to practically contain myself from throwing a hand down my pants and touching myself in front of him. God, Josh’s dominant side is the hottest thing in the universe. Unconsciously, I said, “hmm.” Joshua smirked and turned to move even closer to me. He smelled impossibly amazing, and it was not helping that the first few buttons of his button-up were undone, exposing his chiseled chest and defined collarbone. “Yeah? You like hearing about how hard I’m going to thrust into you? How I’m going to make you so incredibly wet for me that my dick will slide in with ease…” I glared daggers at him, I wanted him so fucking badly but I wasn’t about to let him know that. “Okay, play hard-to-get baby, I think I’ll just,” he starts to unbutton his dress shirt even more, “make this game a little bit harder for you, what do you think?” At the sight of his abs, I wanted to pin him against the wall that I was staring at, however I stared ahead, poker face on.

Behind me, I heard him shuffle so that he was in my line of sight. Right when I blinked, I heard Josh’s belt quickly unbuckle, and the unzipping of his pants. Well, fuck. I thought. When my eyes opened again, there stood my boyfriend in all his glory, fully naked and pumping his shaft in front of me. At this I couldn’t help but let out a breathy moan. “Well, are you going to help me out here, or am I going to have to finish by myself?” Joshua asked me, pouting beautifully with that face of his. Damn, he knew I couldn’t resist him when he does that. “fine, but I’m still mad at you.”

“You won’t be when I’m through with you,” Josh said suggestively. I rolled my eyes, and got up from the couch, kneeling in front of him. He looked annoyed that I was still wearing my clothes, but since I was still mad, I didn’t really care. I pumped his shaft somewhat aggressively so that his pre-cum would come out quicker, then licked it clean. Above me, Josh had his head thrown back in pure ecstasy, he was mumbling words of encouragement for me, saying things like, “oh god, baby, just like that, you’re so good to me, don’t stop.” I bobbed my mouth up and down his now fully erect member, and I felt him relax as he reached his climax. Joshua moaned my name as loudly as ever. See, what he didn’t know is all the while I was giving him head, I was also rubbing circles on my now throbbing clit, maybe he’d been right about him being able to slide into me easily. “Y/N.. have you been touching yourself this entire time?” Joshua seemed amused but not surprised. “god, how do you expect me not to when you look like that?” Irritated at his amusement, I gestured to his fit, immaculate body. Josh pouted again, “c’mon babe, don’t be like that, besides, have you seen yourself?”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Bassett.” On any other night, I would have blushed and melted into his embrace, however, tonight regardless of how turned on I was, I was insanely mad at Joshua. “Why are you denying the fact that we both know you’re horny right now, and could be having mind blowing make up sex right this instant?”

“Because, Joshua, you kept teasing me at dinner with my parents! Do you know how badly that paints you as my boyfriend in their eyes? They probably think you just want me for my body!” He blinked a couple times, seemingly hurt. “How could you say that? You know how much I love you.”

I sighed and ran a hand through my messy hair, “I know you do. I’m just saying, if you wanted to tease me you could’ve waited until we got home, baby.”

Joshua nodded and said, “okay babe, you’re completely right I am so sorry. Please let me make it up to you. I’ll do anything you want.” Josh was kissing my neck as he said this. For some stupid reason, my mind was telling me to go the fuck to bed already because it was late, but the ache in my clit needed sex, now. “I guess we could go upstairs and finish what we started… But you’re in charge, I need dominant you right now.” Joshua grinned. “Deal.”

He picked me up and carried me up the stairs, bridal-style, laying me on our bed. “Take off your shirt.” Joshua said huskily and darkly. I did as he commanded me, which left me in my red bra and dress pants. He admired my boobs in the bra for a minute or so before saying gruffly, “lose the bra, I want to see those beautiful breasts of yours.” I took off my bra, my nipples hardening against the cool air. Upon seeing this, Joshua’s usually hazel eyes darkened brown with lust. “Pants and underwear now,” Joshua said while stroking himself. I obeyed him silently a third time. Once I was completely naked, Joshua leaned forward onto the bed, inches away from my own body, he was supporting himself with his strong arms. He closed the distance between us, gingerly kissing me lovingly and then when I met his kiss with more force, he responded by slipping his tongue in my mouth to fight for dominance. I let him win, and he smiled against the kiss. “that’s a good girl,” Josh said approvingly. I felt one of his hands grab my left boob and his dominant hand travel down my curves resting on each spot leaving goosebumps behind. He traced circles on my abdomen, getting slower as he reached my pussy. I moaned his name and I felt him harden against me, he took a staggered breath as he composed himself and continued to rub circles on my clit. “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby girl.” I nodded vigorously and said, “please just fuck me Joshua.”

Josh smiled wickedly at me and said, “as you wish, baby.” Removing his hand from my clit, he lined himself up with my entrance. “Ready?” Josh asked me, as caring as ever. I merely moaned in response. With a sexy chuckle, he slipped easily inside me, and as he thrusted into me, I threw my head back, moaning Joshua’s name over and over. As each thrust grew messier and sloppier, the pleasure and intensity grew, until I was panting so hard I could hardly breathe. “Please don’t stop, you’re so fucking good to me,” I managed to whisper out, until he slammed into me once more and as my orgasm caused me to explode, I screamed his name so loudly, it echoed throughout the apartment.

I gasped as I came down from my high, and Joshua asked me, “you okay, babygirl?” he waited for my silent nod, and then he proceeded to leave kisses down the entirety of my body, in just the way that drove me absolutely insane. When he was done, he asked me, “do you want me, my fingers or my mouth?’” Given the fact that I hadn’t had his mouth today, I said quickly, “your mouth.” Josh chuckled and said, “someone’s eager,” I giggled while I looked at him, doe-eyed and innocent. While his face traveled down my body, his mouth leaving kisses in random places, he said lustfully, while kissing the spot above my belly button, “you’re gonna be the death of me one of these days.” I could feel his hot breath against my clit, and once he started to kiss the inside of my thighs, I swore I was actually going to lose my mind. Joshua loved to tease me, but he forgets that two can play at that game. In my head, while he kept teasing me, I could only think of so many ways to tease him and drive him absolutely wild, but once he finally started to lick at my pussy, specifically targeting my clit, I simply said, “oh my sweet Lord.” Joshua chuckled against my heat and I could feel his eyebrows flicker up as if to say, “babe, not the time to bring the Lord into this.” I mean true, I thought.

While Josh’s tongue lapped at my core, I rubbed at my breasts to make them hard, since for some reason they were completely soft. I groaned when I realized he hadn’t done what he had promised: to make me forget my own name. Sure, his oral skills were fucking great, but not as amazing as they usually were... Josh’s head snapped up as if sensing my thoughts, “you’re not into this are you?” I shook my head and said, “I mean, it’s great but you’ve done better before. What’s up?” I asked, concerned. Joshua sighed and said, “I feel bad about earlier, I wanted to make it up to you, but I keep picturing your dad shaking his head at me when I kept teasing you at dinner.” I gave him a weird look. “You’re picturing my dad while you’re giving me head?” Josh wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Ew, Y/N! No! I mean, yes, but out of guilt not cause I’m gay for your dad.” I grinned at him, and said, “I know, silly, I’m just teasing.” “Okay, good. Now come here.” Josh commanded me. I smiled at him, as invitingly as I could, and swung my long legs around his bare waist. “You know, that I love you regardless of what happened tonight, right?” I said. Josh melted into my embrace and responded, “I wouldn’t be here with you if I didn’t know that. I love you, princess. You’re my everything, my sun, my moon, my stars. My whole fucking universe.” I couldn’t help but kiss him after he said that.

The whole world seemed to fade into nothingness as our lips embraced; our tongues both fighting for dominance. When Joshua and I kissed, it felt like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was just what it was supposed to be: a declaration of love. Even though we were both naked, it was just as pure and chaste as if we were clothed. It was like that one scene from the Lion King, the one where Simba and Nala fall in love, kind of, forgive me for the odd comparison. We could both literally feel the love in the room, even though we were completely lost in the other, we could feel that this was a love that would last a lifetime. There were quite simply, fireworks.

When we finally came up for air, Josh was the first to speak. “That kinda felt like our first kiss, didn’t it?” I nodded, smiled with all the love I had in me, and said, “it did. But this one was better.”

“When and how on earth did I get so lucky?” Joshua asked me. “You’re telling me. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” I nuzzled into the crevice of his neck. He laid his head against mine, and said, “not to totally wreck this beautiful moment but uh, I’m really horny.” I laughed out loud, and said, “not surprised at all.” I pinned him down on the bed, and said, “I let you have your turn, now let me make you feel good.” Josh licked his lips, stared at me, more specifically my body, with passion and lust. I looked down at his twitching cock, which was starting to look painfully red. I knew he needed some relief and quickly. I positioned myself over his length and slowly but surely slid onto it. Thankfully, I was still pretty wet, so it wasn’t painful really, and the expression of bliss on his face made any pain go away. Once he was fully inside me, I started to bounce up and down on his dick, which obviously made him get more turned on, seeing my naked breasts jiggle. His facial expressions were pure joy and love, and it made my heart grow with even more love for him, which I didn’t think was possible. Eventually, he started to twitch more, and then I saw it on his face that he was going to come. “baby, I’m gonna come, do you want to-“ I shook my head no, “Shh, it’s okay, just let loose. You forget I’m on the pill.” Josh groaned my name as he shot his hot cum into me, in four quick bursts. Once he was done, I slid off him, and lied down next to him. Josh put his arm around me, pressing a quick kiss to my temple. “I love you so much, baby.” I said, and he said, “I know. But I love you more.”