#i think i had the skirt too low on my waist in the pic.... its fine but eh

[qasian-tech-support]

Please excuse the lighting and the messy bg (I'm in the process of moving in), but I got catcalled by a group of 8 dudes at a gas station today (I ignored them but they called me 'catgirl' bc my hat has cat ears. I think it was regular sexism and not transphobia), and when I went to a Ruby Tuesdays to have dinner with my mom, I was told that a couple of the waitresses were checking me out (and one apparently flirted with me which I didn't realize until later!).

So, yeah, I figured I'd post a pic bc I must've chose a great outfit today

[lix-ables]

🎀 𝐬𝐤𝐳 + 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ... 🩰

— minors dni, 18+ content.

🧽 smut includes, perv thoughts, exhibitionism + voyeurism, use of mirror, sexting, slight pillow humping (sigh), bondage - use of ties/ribbons, gagging, dirty talk, edging, groping, lingerie kink, panty stealing, corruption kink, oral fixation, dacryphillia, mentions of f and m rec, marking, mentions of tempurature play - ice, etc ( happy reading lovelies ‹33 )

🫀note: this was fr so much fun to write though i reposted this like 3 times so far, but third times a charm ig. please show this one some love, reblog and leave feedback !! it's my baby and im proud of it fr 😩

masterlist | do not repost or translate | words : 3019. ©︎ lix-ables

꒰ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 ꒱… he'd watch you get into the car, his eyes looking you up and down when he saw what you wore - now for him, whatever you wore, he loved it. he thought you looked good in anything you wore. but today was so much more different - he couldn't hold it in. any other day, he'd think about it, and get himself off in the shower or in his room when you weren't home. but he had to tell you. now, he'd be polite but oh so teasing about it.

his free hand would rest on your thigh, while the other was placed on the steering wheel, his voice soft and low.

“wore this for you,” you tease back, pulling slightly at the hem of your skirt. “is that so?” chan smirks, his eyes focused on the road. how he wishes he was watching you right now, maybe stuff a finger or two to keep you from talking at all.

you'd laugh about it, trying to tease him more, before he mentions it and you tell him something was in his head for him to be this needy. “you think its funny,” he puts in, his eyes deadset on the road.but thats when he starts telling you about the thoughts he was having more recently than ever, and he can see you pressing your thighs together from the corner of his eyes. with his eyes on the road, and his mind filled with you, he'd guide you, instructing you more so, telling you things you'd want to hear, and things you have heard before - only thing is you're in the car with him. “fuck i bet its that pretty nude colour, hm? you know how pretty thats gonna look when i slide my dick between those tits of yours?”

“c-chan,” you whine, whispering for him to stop and focus. “oh i’m focused enough, baby. but i don’t think you are hmm?”

his words continue teasing you till the red light, and so now you'd have to be careful for him, there were other vehicles next to you, but chan didn't care about that. no one was watching you from how close he was. if he couldn't take matters into his own hands, he'd have to talk you through it. “take that off baby and be slow. one finger in. tease yourself for me, no one can see you - but they wish they could, hm?”

꒰ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 ꒱… with minho, it’s simple, and he knows it as well. he loves teasing you to the point that you’re frustrated with him, and he fucks the frustration out of you – with his fingers gripping at your waist as he fucked you from behind, not forgetting to leave marks and bruises to your back. with minho, its also all about fun. from the moment he found out that you get too worked up and annoyed at him when he sent you a dick pic, just once, he wanted to try it out again.

with his thoughts about how you’d feel, with either your fingers or your lips wrapped around his length, teasing him, making him pull you closer, he seats a chair in front of the mirror in your room, a long white ribbon in his hand, taking his shirt and his sweats off, placing them in front of him on the floor, before sitting down on the chair, the cool wooden material making him groan in pleasure. if only he had ice with him right now, he’d bring it in a glass surely, keeping it down on the ground next to him, before taking a piece, teasing the tip of his cock, letting the coolness of the object in his hand melt so that it dripped onto the floor. and he fucking wished you were there to watch him tease himself. he’d either make you sit across him, and make you watch him as he got off, or he’d have you on your knees, while you tried to top him.

“desperate to top me hm?” he’s whisper, when he thinks of you showing up with one of his ties, suggesting that he had them around his wrist while he fucked your mouth. “you know you can’t do that right? no matter how much you try?”

“shut up and let me try,” you mumble a reply, as you bring the cloth tie to bind his wrists. how he’d love to tease you about it, before he did the same to you.

<remember the time you wanted to top me?> he sends in a message, reaching for the ribbon that he had set aside, and clicking a picture to send it to you.

<remember how you said i’d look pretty with my hands tied? bought this to see how you’d tie me up :))>

and now all he had to do, was wait for you send in a reply, telling him how frustrated you were.

꒰ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧 ꒱… now, you grind your pillow, not knowing that he's there, your fingers curling into the material of the pillow, your buttoned up shirt off, revealing your tits.

the way he'd just almost let out a moan when he sees you ride that pillow, when he sees you grab a tit, teasing the nipple once, wishing it was his thigh instead, and wishing it was his fingers instead, flicking and licking that sensitive bud. that's when he has a thought - he needed to see you ride that pillow in front of him, while he was in the room. but that's also when he hears you call out his name, whining until it gets too much, your fingers curling into the material of the pillow case as you rode your high out.

all this, while changbin watches. all this, while he thinks about scenarios of his own, wishing it was him, instead of that inanimate thing under you and between your thighs because of course, he'd be able to get you off as well, much more than the pillow. he's confident of that much.

he'd also think about how when you both went shopping, and you pulled him into the dressing room with you, making him sit down as you changed in front of him. he was your friend, sure - more like a friend who comes over every other night to fuck your brains out, but at that moment, at the dressing room, he had only one thought - his fingers tangled in your hair, as you clamped a hand over your mouth from whining when he reached over to pull you close to him, bringing his dick out only to buck his hips into you, a small help from you making him continue the same movements over and over, until you rode him with your fingers digging into his shirt as his own fingers stuffed past your lips, your tongue twirling around his fingers while his other hand rubbed your clit. “fucking needy little thing, aren’t you, doll? always needing something to stuff you up full, hm?”

꒰ 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 ꒱… when you're in the car with him, hyunjin has thoughts about you, and it was more now than before, because you just happen to wear his favourite pair of lingerie – he knows this because he took a peek at what you were wearing when you got in, the wind exposing a little bit of your thighs and also the shirt you wore? exposed the top half of the lingerie.

now he didn't mean to look at it. he knew deep down it would be an issue for him, but it was hard for him to control the need to just pull you to him and let you ride his fingers.

“you look good today,” he mumbles as he places his hand on the steering wheel, pausing a minute to take a good look at you. fuck. he should not have done that. and he knew it was wrong for sure, but when he saw the lingerie, his mind just... wandered.

he remembered from the time how he whined at the sight of you on your knees for him, getting him off while his friends/roommates are just outside in the living room, his fingers way too tangled in your hair, pulling and tugging on it while you looked up at him, your eyes watching his every expression. he'd be embarrassed by the fact that he has thoughts about you, unlike chan who is polite about it, but he can't help it. he'd obviously let you tease him, even if it would be torture for him, he cares about you and how you'd feel.

꒰ 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 ꒱… when you mentioned buying a couple of cute things to try on for him, jisung’s mind was busy. busy with thoughts about how to bring up the topic of gagging – how he wants to see you under him, with either his shirt or your panties in your mouth, while he fucked you. he also wanted to bring up the topic of how he had at least four pairs of your lingerie lying in his room, which he jerked off to… until one day, you found it yourself.

“ji, what’s this?” you call out to him, and he looks up from his phone, paying attention to the flimsy object resting between your fingers – your panties. “uhm, about that… i wanted to uh, talk to you –” he fumbles with his words, shooting straight up, ready to walk towards you with an explanation at the tip of his tongue.

“nuh uh, sit back down,” you shake your head at him, walking to the couch where he sat, motioning for him to sit down. with your hands coming to a rest on his shoulder, and your legs on either side of his own, you straddle him, keeping in mind that your crotch came directly in contact with his own bulge, which seemed to grow harder under you, and you take this as an advantage to grind against it a little.

“tell me more,” you hum when he groans in a needy tone, his hands on either sides and on the couch, fingers aching to fidget with something, anything. “tell me what you do.” “fuck, uhm. i uh –” “– jerk off to them?” you finish for him, bringing the material in between the two of you, before grinding against him once again, which earned a hiss from the boy under you. “shit can you no –”

“show me.” you smile at jisung, hand him your panties, inching forward and leaning close to him at the same time, and he shuffles in his seat. “show me how you jerk off with it. i’m sure you have thoughts, about me, maybe?”

“i’m sorry i just –” “i want to see,” you push again, this time resting your fingers on his chest, caressing the material under your touch. “i want to help. please let me help.”

꒰ 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 ꒱… felix has always thought about how you’d look with his fingers in your mouth, sucking on them. maybe even thought about your lips wrapped around the length of his dick, as he bucks his hips slowly, thrusting in and out to see your expression every time he pulled away. so when you came to him about your oral fixation, knowing absolutely almost to nothing about it, you could say he was pleased that you came to him, instead of someone else.

“what is it that you want to know, darling?” he whispers, his fingers tangled in yours as he seats you both on his couch, and he turns to face you. “i just keep wanting to have something, anything in my mouth, and i can’t help but feel –” you explain, only to stop when you see felix smiling at the words you chose. “what?” you mutter, clearly embarrassed now. “let me explain it to you in this way,” he starts, letting his hand rest under your jawline, tilting your chin to make you look at him. his thumb rests on your bottom lip, while the other fingers support your chin from under. “open, love,” he parts his lips, assuring you that he wouldn’t do anything without your permission. “it’s alright,” felix smiles, as he watches you part your lips for him, letting him slip his thumb inside, before he continues.

“suck. slowly, i’m not going anywhere,” he assures you again, his eyes watching you look at him, while his thumb was in your mouth, and he almost lets out a single groan when he feels your tongue twirl around it. “that’s it, there you go,” felix mutters, the smile on his face never leaving as he continues, “you, my darling, have the need to suck on something all the time don’t you? that’s okay,” he responds when you nod your head, while continuing to suck on his thumb. “i think there was a time when i used to bring people over, i’d either want to eat them out or mark them up, nice and pretty, all the time,” he recalls, his choice in words making your cheeks turn a shade of pink as you pull away from him.

“sorry,” you mumble, wiping your mouth of the drool before looking back at him. “that’s alright, love. i think i’d be able to help you with that fixation of yours, hm?” “it’s not going to change anything between us, right?” you question, hoping you’d still get to be friends with felix. “sure, baby. nothing’s going to change except me satisfying your oral fixation, or teaching you how to,” he smiles. but in his mind, he was thinking about how he would transition from having you suck on his fingers, to choking on his dick, but at your own pace. he wouldn’t want to corrupt you too much now, would he?

꒰ 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 ꒱… seungmin had been thinking all morning about how good you felt, with your lips wrapped around his cock, while a set of his fingers rested on your head, stroking your hair, tugging on it every now and then when he felt you were teasing him a bit too much; another set of fingers gripped your own, as you looked up at him, your eyes filled with tears. “shh, pup. fuck… right there,” he hummed, just when your tongue kitten licked the tip of his cock, before letting him buck his hips into your face, your throat making a sound out of pleasure when he did so.

“fuck,” he mutters, raking his hands through his already messy hair, his fingers slipping past the sweats he was wearing, wrapping firmly around his length before fishing it out right after he pulled the material down for better access. just the mere thought of you tearing up, while being on your knees for him and ready to have him past your lips had him groaning in pain. and just when he needed you, his mind would wander – thoughts about you, sometimes scenarios of your hands being tied behind your back with the tie he wore that day – the navy blue cotton material tight around your wrists, but not too tight to stop the circulation of blood – god, the image he had in his head made him lose control, even when he knew he shouldn’t. on other days, thoughts about him deep throating you when he felt the need to just cool off as he gamed with the boys, you’re on your knees, he imagines, not even out of your work clothes as you took him as deep as you could, your nails digging into his thighs as his hips bucked into your face, his cock making you choke and gag, before it had you drooling – a fantasy he needed to come true.

so that’s when he decides to text you – <when’re you getting here? i need to fuck that pretty throat of yours.>

꒰ 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 ꒱… when jeongin found out about his new found fetish for being tied, he came and knocked on your door, hoping you’d answer quickly. “i need you to help me,” he mumbles when you open the door for him and he makes himself at home on your couch. by now that couch was his favourite place - his second home, if you could say. “do you need me to get you off or…”

“it’s complicated,” jeongin sighs, as he pulls out his black tie from his sweats, and places them on the coffee table in front of you. “fuck, i want to try something, please?” he whines, the neediness in him being so obvious that you kneel down in front of him, holding the tie in your hand, and look up at him. “what do you want me to do, baby?” you nod, resting your hand on his thigh, while your other hand feels the material of the tie in between your fingers. “tie my wrists please? want you to tease me, but i don’t think i can stop myself from holding on to something, and i don’t want to hurt you,” he shuts his eyes, laying his hands in front of him, for you to take and tie them up.

which is what leads to the current situation – you on jeongin’s side, as he sits with his dick out in your hand, his shirt riding up to his chest, while his hands are tied behind his back.

“fuck, please don’t tease,” he whines out, his fingers curling an uncurling at the way your fingers stroked his length. “you were just telling me about how you weren’t being good,” you remind him, applying a little more pressure on your grip than before, which makes him exhale deeply. “shit, y/n… you k-know i can’t–” “talk? i do know that, but you need to tell me what you did,” you caress his bare thigh and look at the way he curled his toes. “you’re going to be sitting here all night, baby, and i’ll make sure you come at least thrice more before i let you go,” you remind him, your voice soft as you let him ride out his second orgasm. “so tell me, what thoughts have you had about me, hm?

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[thewritingginger]

AoT Boys - Preferences

This is something... I have nothing else to say about it lol

Also it may be a bit all over the place idk 

Fandom: Attack on Titan Characters: Reiner Braun, Armin Arlert, Eren Yeager & Jean Kirstein Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Fem! Bodied Reader, Mentions of sex, Swearing, lot of boob, ass, & thigh talk, also switches b/w saying s/o and you I'm a mess :)

 Enjoy ~

Reiner

Reiner is a simple man that loves dem tiddies!

Big or little doesn't matter

Man has giant hands and if it fits it ships

“You fit so perfectly in my hands.”

Loves to lay on your chest - #LittleSpoonReiner

When he had a particularly rough day all he wants to do is nizzle into your chest and breathe in your scent

Likes to massage them over your clothes when y’all make out

Can’t keep his mouth off of them, licking and biting them as he also plays with your nipples

He may give them a few smacks here and there if that's the mood 😉

Honestly would so happy to just play with your chest and nothing else, especially if you really like it

Likes when his s/o rides him - not only cuz it gives them more control of the pacing but also bc he gets a full view of their breasts

If you want to make this man nearly combust send him a saucy pic while he’s out/at work and can’t get to you

Man is weak for some lacy lingerie - really likes pastels and white (to him if makes it almost feel naughtier cuz of how sweet it looks)

“I was thinking of wearing this to our date tonight, do you like it? 😇” - w/ a mirror pic of you in a matching lacy set, wearing one of his large button up shirts and make sure you put your hand on your cheek sweetly, pressing your breasts together

He would call you so fast!

“Sweetheart, I am at work! Please-”

“And change of plans, instead of going out Imma need you to be on that bed when I get home tonight because we will not be leaving that room till you’re completely fucked out.”

Really likes clothed sex - why would he just rip of that pretty lingerie you put on for him when he can continue to enjoy it on your beautiful body while he rails you?!

He just overall enjoys seeing and feeling your chest and bonus points for it also feeling good for you though he doesn’t really touch them w/o your permission/ when y’all are getting it on

However, in his sleep his hand can become a bit of a wanderer

So he is a perv but not so outwardly so

Really likes lacy or mesh shirts where can see your bra/bralette  - though sometimes it can make him feel some type of way

“Beautiful, I always love what you wear but you gotta stop doing this to me, my heart can’t take it.”

Man just melts for you! ok?! 

Armin

Armin is a Thigh Man! and I will die on this hill!!!

He loves to hold and squeeze them - in both sexual & non-sexual situations

Laying on them is prime time for him, he may even leave a few sleepy kisses behind before falling asleep on them

Also Thigh fucking is his jam!! And you can’t convince me otherwise

Not only does he love the feeling of your thighs jerking him off but also it’s about that teasing he loves to give his s/o

May even taunt them about it

“You like feeling my cock slide between your thighs?”

“My Angel wishes they had my cock inside them, huh.”

He also just generally loves kissing, licking and biting your thighs, he likes to take his time especially when he is about to go down on you

He likes to have his hand on his s/o’s thigh while sitting next to them, whether at home or out for lunch with friends - not necessarily in a sexual way well… unless you want him to 😉

Want to make him excited? Wear some thigh high stockings

If you are wearing a skirt and at some point in the day you lift the hem to show the garter strap holding up your stocking he’ll let out a little low hum of approval and needs to get his hands on you soon 

That also goes for if you want to send him a little pic in the day to show you miss him just a little

“Thinking of you bb 🥰” - w/ a picture of your skirt raised or just in a pair of cute panties while sat on your knees with your thighs pressed together would do the trick

He would blush a little at the initial shock -especially if around others-  but would be quick to excuse himself before responding

“You’re so beautiful, when I get home I’m gonna spread those pretty thighs open and have you screaming for me.”

Boy really likes not only shear tights but also fishnets

Whether you wear them under a skirt/dress or under distressed jeans and it peeks through holes and over the top he’s in for it

Has 10000% had sex with a pair of fishnets on - the ones with the extra large holes that he can fit his dick through - yes ma’am

Also just plain old ripping them open so make sure you don’t spend a lot of money of your tights cuz they might not last too long oop

Eren

Also a Boobie Man!

Whether he is just chillin on the couch watching t.v. with his s/o or making out and getting down to business, his hand somehow always finds its way to a boob

He will just put his arm around your shoulder and snake his hand down the collar of your shirt and just cup it - maybe will begin to give a few squeezes here and there mf treating it like a stress ball smh

Will motor boat you - he doesn’t care if there isn't much to your chest either cuz he will go for it anyway

If he is having sex in missionary best believe both his palms would be kneaded his s/o’s breasts

Or if from behind he will lean over and wrap his arm around their front to hold them

But lets need not forget the tiddie bounce when his s/o rides him

So many choices baby boy doesn’t know which one he likes best 🤔

Loves some tiddie-fucking

And cumming on dem boobies as well

“You look so good with my cum drippin down your tits.”

This bitch will be at work and ask for nudes smh

Of course he wants boobie pics - loves when you are topless and holding your breasts with your hands or simply just your cleavage down your shirt

“You’re always so good to me Babygirl. I’ll see you when I get home 😉”

Likes when you wear revealing tops

Of course he’ll about throw hands if someone's gaze stays a bit too long but he is proud of his baby and knows they are beautiful

Eren, unlike Reiner, is more outwardly pervy

Always encourages you not to wear a bra

“Your nipples are so cute, why wouldn’t you want to show them.”

Also you know he aint afraid to stare and when you catch him he’ll just give you a wink and a cocky smirk

Jean

Bonafide Booty Man!

Like Reiner, the size doesn’t matter!

Big or little - if he can grab he can vibe with it

This boy always has his hand on the butt any chance he gets

Cuddle Time? His hand will rubb and hold the booty

When y’all are making out? You best believe he’ll pull you real close and squeeze your ass

So safe to say that taking his s/o from behind is great booty access

Also reverse Cowgirl is a nice view as well

“Fuck, I love seeing your ass bounce on my cock.”

Loves to squeeze, jiggle and spank your butt

Also kissing and biting the cheeks are a yes in his book

Likes to bend over his s/o and go down on them from behind, having is tongue covered in their taste as his hands grope and smack their ass - sign him up

Likes days in at home with you, especially if you opt out of wearing pants - Pants are always optional in his household  😉

If he sees cheeks he’s a happy man

Expect to get little booty love taps &/or pinches while around him - mostly when it’s just you two at  home

If you want to fluster him a bit give his ass a little smack/squeeze of your own 

Likes when you send him pics but when he’s at work? He’ll have to breathe for a minute and leave the room if others are around

“Baby, should I get these?” - w/ a pic in a dressing room wearing a silky “pajama” short set that leaves little to the imagination; booty on full display of course

“Yes! 😍😍😍”

“My sweet girl, I want to see you in that when I get home.”

Big fan of leggings and high waisted pants on his s/o - all about extenuating that booty

Just tight pants in general tbh

If you ever come out in a little number and the booty is poppin he’ll grab your hand and make you do a little spin for him to get a full 360 view

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[violetnotez]

HC: Mineta being a Pervert to the Boys S/o

@dekulover555: Hey could I request something with kamanari/bakugo/deku/kirishima when minnetas being a pervert to a fem s/o and like touching her up even after she’s asked him to stop please and thankyouxx

In which case MIneta can jump off a cliff

Pairings: Kaminari x reader | Bakugo x reader | Deku x reader | Kirishima x reader

(RULES  | MASTERLIST| REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

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Kamanari

Usually Kaminari is a pretty chill dude

Him and Mineta used to drool over girls all the time- including you

They had talked and made elaborate plans all the time to see if they could somehow get the girls to be shirtless or get to see them in their underwear- but none of their plans would ever work, they were more just like fantasies they would freak out over

When Kaminari started dating you, those talks kinda stopped- he had a girl now! He didn't need to talk about other girls- he had one he loved and cherished and who was already hot!

So Mineta had been pretty deprived of any type of NSFW talk (cause nobody else was willingly gonna deal with his horny ass)

One day, you were sparring with Bakugo in the gym, when his quirk accidentally lit your shirt on fire

You instantly shouted in surprise, ripping off your PE shirt before it could burn you

MIneta-Boob-Radar Activated

“What the hell Bakugo!” you stood there, your skin turning red from the heat so close to your skin

“Well- you should have dodged it dunce face!”

As Bakugo was red in the face trying not to make eye contact with you, Mineta literally latched onto your leg

“No wonder why Kaminari’s dating you- your chest is amazing!” 

You tried shaking him off, but his grip was too strong- he started making grabbing motions towards your chest and you felt your cheeks get warm with anger

“Get off you of me little purple freak!”

Kaminari had been working with Kirishima, not noticing your dilemma until Bakugo had stomped over to tell him what was happening

Kaminari never got angry easily, but the sight of Mineta trying to crawl up your body made him erupt with rage

You were clearly uncomfortable as you tried to cover up your exposed top portion with a clingy MIneta on you

“Please! One touch, thats all!”

“Get the hell off of me Mineta!’

Kaminari ran over to you, yanking Mineta off your leg as Kirishima and Bakugo followed

your in Bakusquad if your dating Denki, its ride together or die together with this group

“What the hell are you doing dude?!” Kaminari yelled at Mineta who literally had tears in his eyes

This grape is way too damn horny oml

You instantly ran to Kaminari, hugging yourself against him- he always made you feel safe

Mineta trudged off, knowing full well he wasnt getting anything more with Bakugo and Kirishima glaring daggers at him

You hugged Denki, a soft smile gracing his face

“You okay babe?” he asked as he pulled away from you slightly, looking at your face

“Yeah, Im fine- I just need a new shirt, that’s all.”

Thats when it fully registered to him that you didnt have a shirt on- he then noticed how your slighty bare chest felt pressed against his chest, and then he looked down- and oh crap he probably almost had a boner right then and there

“I-uh-um-yeah, that’d probably be best!” he would stutter and giggle, feeling his quirk go into overdrive

“But you do kinda look nice like this though…”

“Denki I swear to god I will kick you.”

Bakugo

Does Mineta want to die?

This boy is POSSESSIVE

AN ANIMAL

You are his girl, his s/o, his lover, his EVERYTHING

If anyone touches what is his he will MURDER them

He overreacts allottt

But this anger definitely comes in handy when you needed a certain pervy grape to get away from you

During a training session, you had the unfortunate fate of being paired with Mineta

It would have been fine, if only Mineta would stop drooling all over you like you were a piece of meat

“You ready, beautiful?” he’d ask before you started your training mission

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore his eyes practically undressing you as you walked past him

Mineta knows full damn well that by you being Bakugo’s s/o, he would get pummeled for so much as thinking such lewd thoughts about you

But he had been eyeing you for so long, and if Bakugo wasn’t around, he thought  he would be okay and not die if Bakugo wasnt near you

Oh how stupid that assumption was

As you two are walking, he just stares at your ass, keeping a few paces behind to watch it as you walk

“Can you not?” you ask, disgust in your voice

“What?” he asks as if he wasnt doing anything, “Im just walking.”

You fight the urge to kick him

You just sigh, turning around- it would be a long class period being paired with him for a training exercise, but you could manage

Of course this little purple idiot begins to start staring at your rear again

Anger and dread bubbles in your stomach- could he just not be like this for one second??

 You could easily pummel him into the ground- but you didnt want to waste your energy on somebody who didnt deserve to have your energy wasted on in the first place

So you continually took the anger that was caused by Mineta’s perverted staring

The icing on the cake though was when you felt a light squeeze on your rear, making you shoot around in shock

There he was, his hand in midair and this disgustingly blissful expression on his face

“Did you JUST-” you practically yelled out, rage and embarrassment making you begin to turn red

“I couldnt help it- it just looked so touchable-” he said, his hand about to touch you on your ass again

You took off in a run, Mineta making grabby hands behind you

You finally found Bakugo, who was paired with Yaomomo

“Katsuki!” you’d yell, running into his arms

He instantly noticed something was wrong- you were cuddled into his neck, giving a very pale looking Mineta a dirty look

“What the hell is going on?” he asked, his face harsh and serious

“He-he,” you gulped, the embarrasment rising, “he touch my, uh-”

Bakugo didnt need to hear anymore- he was concerned Mineta would do this, and now his fear became into reality

He internally kicked himself- he should have known Mineta would pull some pervy shit like that on you- he should have made sure you would have been okay

But that guilt quickly got overtaken by an incontrollable rage

“Did you just touch my girlfriend you fucking pervert?” he’d growl, his voice dangerously low

That meant shit was going down

Mineta gulped, his face paler than a sheet- Bakugo then grabbed him by the front of his shirt, dangling a terrified Mineta in the air

“Where?!”

“Huh?” Mineta asked in fear

“Where the hell did you touch her you idiot?!”

“Her-uh-her-butt-but-” Mineta sqeuaked out, trying to form some sort of excuse

Welp that when Bakugo saw black

You and Momo had to restrain Bakugo as he started going on a rampage, screaming all kinds of profanities

“You fuckng extra!! Im going to kill you! Shes my girl- you have no fucking right to touch her! Do that one more time and Ill blow you ass up! You hear me?! You so much as look at her and your ass will be seven feet under in your own ashes!”

Yeah- Whenever Mineta now sees you he walks the other way, and he hasnt bothered you since

Deku

Deku is very oblivious to Mineta’s harassment

Like- he can’t be that bad right???

*cough cough YES HE CAN

But if you tell him he will be the first to stomp over and give him a piece of his mind

If he sees it- oh he will be so UPSET

Mina has somehow rounded you up into one of her personal projects, in which she was creating an all girl dance

It was you, Momo, Toru, and Mina learning the choreography to a really upbeat girl group song

Tasty Carrots by Shou

You had finally learned all the choreography, now switching into outfits so Mina could put it into her social media

This girl def has a Tik Tok

Mina has put you all in little skater skirts, yours being high waisted, pleated, and reaching just barely reaching your mid thigh

Mina was squealing- “You all look so cute!!! We are TOTALLY going viral!”

Right as Mina started the music, and you began to do a few practice runs, Mineta and Kaminari walking past

Mineta had spotted you all from like a mile away

His literal wet dream- a bunch of girls dancing in little skirts

None of you notice though- you just continued with the choreography, attracting a little group on onlookers from the blaring music-including Midoriya

Mineta had pulled out his phone half way through and instantly started taking pics

At one part of the dance you have a tiny duet part with Mina where you bend down slightly

This perv instantly got right under you and took a whole ass pic

You heard a flash and look between your legs, seeing  the purple idiot

You screeched, your face red as you yanked your skirt down

Mina instantly started yelling at Mineta, trying to catch the little idiot while Kaminari tried to yank his phone away from him

Izuku was filled with raged-how dare he do that to you?!? He was about to give him a piece of your mind, but seeing your embarrassed face made him think otherwise

He ran over, wrapping you into a hug

You were feeling so dumb-you didn’t even notice the little group of onlookers forming, making you feel even more embarrassed

Midoriya then sees Mineta run past, and as if on instinct grabs him by the arm

Mineta squeaks, regret riding through his body-nobody has ever seen Midoriya look this mad

Izuku yanks Mineta’s phone out of his hand, quietly searching through his camera roll

He finds the picture and hi face turns a little red because geez you do look really hot-

He quickly (and permanently) deletes it, so Mineta can’t go into his recently deleted, and hands it back to him

“Don’t you ever, EVER do that again.” The threat seemed simple but the way Midoriya voice was full of ice and his eyes on fire made Mineta’s skin turn cold

Kirishima

sorry if this one seems longer than the rest!

It was the end of the year and Yaomomo had invited everyone to her house for a big summer celebration pool party!

Of course everyone was excited- Yaomomo was rich and her house was beautiful and massive! Also she was the best hostess anyone could imagine

Mineta was excited for another reason- he couldn’t wait to see all the girls in bathing suits of their own choice, not the dumb leotard-like ones the school made them wear

Secretly hoped they were as skimpy as possible

Momo had invited all the girls the night before to a massive sleepover- you all went shopping for new suits at a beach themed boutique

Of course it was super expensive, but the owners of the shop were friends of Yaomomo’s parents and gave you all a FAT discount

Everyone was super happy with their suits- yours was all red,  with a strappy red top, the bottom also matched in color and were slightly high waisted and showed off the sides of your thighs

The next morning you all spent time getting ready and helping Momo prepare to when everyone else came

Everyone started trickling in and greeting each other, getting snacks supplied by Momo and swimming or dancing to the “Top 50 Songs” playlist blasting outisde

You were in the kitchen getting some punch with Mina when Kirishima and Bakugo came in

Bakugo looked like he would rather be anywhere but there, while Kirihsima was just excited to find you and have some fun!

When Kirihsima saw you- his mouth dropped- you looked seriously stunning and he couldnt make his heart stop pounding so hard

Also your wearing red- he can try to act as chivalrous as he wants but he cant deny that red on you makes him go CRAZY inside

“Kirishima!” you yell happily when you see him, running over to give him a hug

He instantly twirls you around and tells you how pretty you look

You go outside and everyone begins to hang out, playing some games, swimming, dancing, or just plain mingling

Mineta is of course on a mission- he is just sitting in a really dark corner of the party pratically trying to memorize how all the girls look and drooling like a perv, concocting a plan in his twisted head of his

The moment he hears Uraraka yell- “Who wants to play volleyball- Boys vs Girls!” He instantly jumps up- now was time to get his plan in action

You and Kirishima join Uraraka, Izuku, Kaminari, Mina, Bakugo, and Tsuyu in the game

What you all didnt notice was Mineta, who was waiting patiently to pounce on one of the girls- he unfortunately chose you as his victim

When you wadded towards the end of the pool to try and save the ball, Mineta had reached over and pulled at one of the straps of your top, easily detangling it from your chest

You felt something loosen- and then horror rippled throughout your body

You qiuckly ducked under the water, only your eyes visible as your face was on fire

Mineta at first was cheering, your top tangled in his grubby hands, but then everyone started screaming at him, Mina throwing every threat she could think of while Uraraka tried to block you from sight and Froppy got you a towel

What really terrified Mineta was Kirishima- he was desperately trying to crawl out of the pool, all the boys trying to restrain him because he was literally going to KILL Mineta

Nobody had ever seen Kirishima that mad- even Bakugo

Mineta ran off, still holding onto your top as Tsuyu wrapped you in a towel

Kirishima ran over to you, wrapping you in a hug

“You okay? Im so sorry that happened! I’ll get your top back- I promise!”

And this boy did-of course after he calmed down- while Bakugo followed suit

As much as Bakugo hates to admit it, he does like you and you being his best friend’s girl, he protects you as much as Eijirou does

They both found where Mineta was hiding, Bakugo grabbing the little grape while Kirishima rambled on about “how unmanly that was” and how Mineta needed to “respect women and be more chivalrous”

Also may or may have not have told him that if he ever did anything like that again he wouldnt hestitate to teach him a lesson

After that little stunt, Yaomomo kicked him out of the party, all the girls breathing a sigh of relief

Kirishima came back, all the girls sitting around you and giving support-but once they saw Kiri they’d knew you’d be okay and gave you some privacy

This boy cuddled the crap out of you for the rest of the day and didnt wanna let go

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[honiboyyoon]

The CEO’s Son (M)

Your relationship with your boss’ son was never one HR would approve of...

Pairings: Jungkook x reader

Word Count: almost 4k

Warnings: smut, dont let someone talk to you like this at your work, jungkook having a size kink

A/N: LITHEN rayan wrote a jungkook size kink blurb and lotte kook came for my fucking throat and im not sorry!!!! reni get the four loko,,, bete.., i inked

When you first landed this internship, you couldn’t believe how lucky you were. The internship was actually well paying, incredibly insightful to your field once you graduated university, and you would even go as far as to say-although incredibly nerdy of you- it was very fun. Overall this internship at Jeon Enterprises was a dream come true. It was almost too good to be true, and that’s because it was. The bane of your existence as of late was your boss’ overly flirtatious, pompous, and ridiculously attractive son. Jeon Jungkook. With his stupid shaggy hair, God you simutanilousy wanted to run your hands through it to sniff it but also shave it off his stupid head. Then there was his stupid face, and his stupid body. You didn’t think a guy in a suit could affect you as much as it did, but here you are, ogling him from your desk as he’s stopped at the water cooler. As if sensing your stare, Jungkook turns his head and you two briefly make eye contact before you redirected your gaze to your computer screen. Yes, pretend like you’re doing work, he definitely didn’t catch you staring at him. As if he could hear your thoughts, Jungkook saunters over to you with a shit eating smirk plastered onto his face. I would give up my employee discount to slap that right off you think to yourself.

“How do you get any work done when your staring at me all day, baby?” Jungkook coos, he’s leaning against your cubicle divider, and his crossed arms are pulling his already tight fitting shirt more taught against his muscles.

“How do you have so much money, yet still can’t find a shirt that’s actually your size?” Your tone is falsely sweet but it has Jungkook grinning wider.

“Y’been staring at my bod that much to notice huh, Y/N?” This is your relationship with your CEO’s shit head son. He flirts, you sass and flirt back, you go home insanely sexually frustrated, rinse and repeat.

Your thoughts are interrupted by one of your supervisors reminding everyone of a meeting in five minutes. Everyone around you slowly shuffles to the meeting room down the hall, and you get up from your chair and begin your way towards the boardroom when you hear a low whistle, “damn, have I ever told you that that’s my favourite skirt on you? Your ass looks amazing, babe” Jungkook is still resting against your cubicle, chin poised on the palm of his hand. Of course he didn’t have to go to the meeting, he was the CEO’s son.

“In your dreams” you’d be lying if you said your heart did beat a little faster when these exchanges occurred.

“Oh but we do!” he mockingly groans and grips harder onto your cubicle wall, “at least four or five times a night!”

You only answer back with a scoff and a shake of your head as you make your way down the hall.

Once the meeting has begun, your supervisor informs the interns that those that are the most promising and likely to be hired on once graduated, will be given more work, to better prepare them for what life is really like and Jeon Enterprises. After a few grumbles your supervisor assigns days to each one of you, stating that you will work a sort of “over-time”, to get you used to times of the year where the typical 9-5 just simply isn’t enough hours in the day. You’re assigned Tuesday nights, and will begin tonight. Forcing a smile on your face as you accept your that your plans tonight are now ruined, you thank your supervisor for the opportunity. It’s not until you’re walking back to your desk do you realize that you in fact, did not actually have plans anyways, you never really do, but the option to make plans is always nice to have.

As you near your desk you notice Jungkook is poised against your cubicle wall again, as if he never left.

“Are you stalking me now, Jeon?” You tut, a smirk finding itself on your lips without you even realizing it.

“Just wanted to make sure your seat was clean,” he pulls your chair back for you as if he’s an actual gentleman, as you sit down in it he comes around to the front of you and sits on the edge of your desk, “and this one of course.” He circles his face with his hand.

“Well, it’s good to know you at least recognize the importance of giving good oral when you have the world’s smallest dick.” You turn to your computer before you can see the dark look that flashes through Jungkook’s eyes. He leans down closer to your ear and quietly says, “oh, you have no idea.” And with that Jeon Jungkook leaves you with a tingling ear and damp panties.

It’s about ten minutes later when you hear a ping and see a message bar show up on the corner of your screen. Clicking the flashing bar, your heart does a little flip as once you see who the message is from.

Jeon Jungkook

8=========D

“What the fuck?” you chuckle under your breath, hands already typing a reply on their own accord.

Y/N L/N

Did you just send me a dick pic??

Y/N L/N

As an emoticon?

Jeon Jungkook

Big isn’t? ;)

He’s lost his fucking mind, you think to yourself. This is hilarious, but Jungkook has actually lost his mind.

Y/N L/N

I had to increase my screen zoom to see it, but its cute ig

After hitting send, you hear a dramatic “Ha!” from the direction of Jungkook’s desk before you hear another ping.

Jeon Jungkook

Remember that im the supervisor thats overseeing you on your overtime nights ;)

You didn’t, infact, remember that. But now you’re rubbing your thighs against each other trying to relieve some strain as your imagination begins to run wild of what it’d be like to be the only two people in the office.

Y/N L/N

fuck you

Jeon Jungkook

thats the plan baby

Oh my God.

Your relationship at the office has always been one HR wouldn’t approve of, you two always took things most would consider “too far” but it never lead to anything. You said shit like this to each other all the time, but this afternoon felt different. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but something told you tonight may finally be the night you don’t have to go home and touch yourself thinking of your boss’ shit head son.

Two hours later, it was finally the end of the day and everyone was packing up to head home for the evening. Some of the other interns give you looks of pity before they leave, but you don’t feel an ounce of dread about having to stay late. Your mind keeps wandering to that stupid conversation with stupid Jungkook. You guys were always talking to each other like this, but now it felt different, and you couldn’t help the butterflies that started abusing your stomach.

It’s now half an hour since everyone’s gone home and you’ve continued to work through the extra load given to you for tonight, when suddenly a familiar ping sounds again. You subconsciously squeeze your thighs together when you read the message from none other than Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook

Come to the board room

You didn’t know what was louder, the squeak escaping your lips or your desk chair being pushed back as you abruptly stand up. You don’t dwell on that too much as you quickly make your way to the board room. You try to calm yourself down, you and Jungkook heavily flirted all the time, his dumbass probably broke the screen in the meeting room or something, yea, yea that’s it. Just because your last conversation was a bit more heated than usual and ended with him saying he wanted to fuck you, didn’t mean he was about to plow you in the board room.  You slow your walk as you get a few steps before the closed door. Quickly running your fingers through your hair to tame any stray hairs, you glance over your clothes before taking a deep breath, hand clutching the door handle. After a brief pep talk, you’re pushing through the door to find Jungkook sitting at the board table seemingly working on something on his laptop. As soon as you enter, he stops typing and leans back in his chair as that devilish smirk appears on his face again.

“Close the door behind you,” holy shit this was really happening, you were really about to fuck Jeon Jungkook, and in the office of all places. “Lock the door behind you” he’s racking his eyes up and down your figure, when they finally reach your eyes he says barely above a whisper, “only if you want to, that is.” Oh, holy shit. This was him giving you a way out, to get a sense of whether this was more than just back and forth flirting and banter, to see if you really wanted him.

With a speed you didn’t know you possessed, you locked the door behind you without breaking eye contact. Jungkook stands up from his chair and gestures for you to come closer, as you do you can feel a blush already heating up your cheeks.

“I’m surprised you wanted to have sex with me,” his voice is still a quiet whisper, and his hands are now at your waist, pulling you closer until you can feel the beginnings of his arousal through his pants, “y’know, with me having such a small dick and all.”

“Well…” lord, girl get it together, you’ve been dreaming about this since you started your internship, “that may be true, so I thought I should see how your much your oral makes up for it.”

He crushes his lips to yours before you have a chance to say anything else. The kiss is rough and hurried, clearly the several months long sexual frustration was mutual. He spins you around and grinds his hard on against your ass. You can’t help the few whimpers that escape you as he starts to suck at your neck, “gotta mark you up nice, huh baby? Can’t have anyone in the office trying to take what’s mine.” You shake your head in agreement as Jungkook pushes you forward so your hands are against the table and your ass is bent up, the sight has him groaning. No one’s ever really manhandled you like this, and it’s gotten you more worked up than you thought it would’ve.

“Fuck, I really do love this skirt on you, but I really want to see what’s underneath more.” Jungkook stops his aggressive groping to push your skirt up around your waist and you quickly dispose of your blouse and bra. Bending down, he places open mouth kisses along your ass cheek, as his hand continues to roughly grope the other one. The unoccupied hand is now rubbing you through your panties, and you feel like your about to loose it from all this pent up frustration.

“Please, Jungkook.” You beg, your voice already sounding strained and whiney.

“Please what baby? You need to tell me what you want,” you gasp as he applies even more pressure, “use your words.”

“I want your f-fingers, and your mouth. I want you to eat me out.” Your practically panting, and Jungkook’s erection is now painfully pushing against the fabric of his pants after hearing and seeing you so submissive, so different from your normally sassy attitude, and it make Jungkook want to wreck you. You only hear a low chuckle from Jungkook before one of his fingers is pushing past your underwear and straight into your wet heat. He doesn’t start off slow, he immediately starts to quickly finger you, your arousal already starts to drip down his hand as he harshly sucks on your clit.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy,” Jungkook coos, licking up your folds, “I guess since my dick is so small you only need one finger, huh?”

Before you can protest, Jungkook removes his finger from your pussy and begins to pull you back up so you’re now chest to chest. He runs his thumb along your bottom lip, and without having to be told you open your mouth and begin to suck on the digit. Jungkook chuckles at your submissiveness and switches his thumb out for the finger he used to finger you. He stares with such intensity at his finger disappearing behind your lips, that it only make you suck faster, harder.

“I really want to fuck your stupid little bratty mouth,” he’s almost mumbling to himself, but you continue sucking on his finger, this time he speaks louder, more controlled, “but I really just want to fuck your bratty little pussy already.” You’re furiously nodding your head, as he retracts his finger form your mouth. He’s roughly kissing you again, as he grabs underneath your thighs and sits you on the table. Your hands are roaming over each other, although his are much more dominating. He’s grabbing your hand and placing it over his clothed erection, and your mouth waters from the sheer size of his bulge. Jungkook, of course, notices this immediately and with great pleasure.

“What, not big enough for you, baby?” He’s taunting you because he knows he’s big, he’s fucking huge, and you can’t move your hands fast enough to unzip his pants. Jungkook’s hands are turning your hair into a makeshift ponytail when you pull his underwear down and his hard on practically smacks you in the face. Oh, holy shit. You never would have thought you would use this word to describe a dick, but Jeon Jungkook has a monster cock. You don’t have much time to dwell on this thought before Jungkook is tapping the tip of his dick against your cheek, and you’re now just realizing that your mouth had been agape since you first had your hand over his crotch.

“On second thought,” Jungkook tightens your hair in his hand, “I really do want to fuck this pretty mouth.” You manage out a whimper before he’s guiding his cock into your open mouth. You’re swallowing around his cock, trying to take him all in, but you’re only about half way down and there’s an obscene amount of spit seeping out of your mouth, and you’re about to run out of air. You pull away from his cock, desperately trying to fill your lungs, and you notice a trail of saliva connecting your mouth to the angry red head of his cock. Jungkook catches the trail as well, and he’s darkly huffs out a laugh as he grabs his dick to tap against your face again, “what? Can’t take it you stupid little brat?”

The degrading catches you a bit off guard and has you pouting back, “‘m not stupid.”

“Huh?” He taps his cock a bit harder against your cheek, “What was that baby I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“I’m not stupid!” You huff, your lips are spit slicked and pouting and your eyes are almost adorable when they look up at him. God he can’t wait to wreck you.

“Of course you’re not stupid baby,” Jungkook probably should’ve asked you want your kinks were beforehand, but he takes note that degradtion probably isn’t on that list for you, at least not yet. “You’re not stupid, no. You just can’t take my cock.” If you didn’t want him to fuck you so badly you would’ve smacked the shit eating grin right off his face, but you’re shaking your head furiously at him. “No, please fuck me Jungkook, please. I promise I can take it, I promise.” Jungkook could’ve blew his load just from finally hearing you be so submissive towards him after months of attitude. He kisses you again and he guides you to lay back on the table, hand guiding the tip of his dick to your heat. He doesn’t enter, just simply rubs the tip against your clit and you feel like you could explode.

“Think you can handle it, baby?” he whispers in your ear, and a quiet uh huh is his green light to enter you. All the dominating behaviour aside, Jungkook, much to your happiness, actually enters you slowly. He enters inch by inch, allowing your aching pussy time to adjust to his massive size. When he’s fully inside you, you both let out a pant and Jungkook waits for you to give him a signal to move. Although you teased him about having a small dick, you never really thought Jungkook did, but you never would’ve dreamed he was hiding a fucking python under his designer dress pants.

After a few moments, you feel relatively adjusted to his size. If you’re being honest with yourself, you don’t think you could ever fully adjust. But, nonetheless, you breathe out a soft move and bite Jungkook’s ear lobe. You both groan as he slowly pulls out, nearly all the way. He sets a moderate pace at first, and although your grateful due to his size, you’re honestly a bit surprised he isn’t rougher with you. As if sensing this, Jungkook smirks down at you, “need to get you a bit more adjusted, baby, can’t have me accidentally ripping you in half huh?” and that has you moaning out as he hoists your legs up higher and he plows into you. Honestly, you really do think he could rip you in half.

Your moans are pornographic as he fucks into you with such speed and power your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head. His chiseled muscular body is glistening so beautifully under the fluorescent office lights that you don’t even wonder when his shirt came off, but fuck you’re happy that it did. Your transfixed watching his ab muscles move as he fucks you. You don’t really know where to look, he’s just so hot. His shaggy sweaty hair dangling in front of his eyes, his half lidded eyes watching your tits bounce every time he fucks into you, his slightly parted mouth that occasional lets out a guttural moan. You’ve never felt so full in your life, and he’s just so hot and you just need more. When you voice this, Jungkook just smirks and wraps his arms around your legs to keep them parallel to his chest, and he’s fucking into you even harder.

“Fuuuck, your pussy’s so tight and wet for me baby, shit you’re hot.” Jungkook pants, and when his eyes drift down from watching your tits bouncing, that’s when he notices it. With every thrust, Jungkook can see a little bump come from the inside of your lower abdomen, and something inside him snaps. He’s fucking into you even harder now, and you’re nearly crying at how animalistic he’s being.

“Fuck baby, look at you. Your little pussy can barely take my cock, look at it sticking up inside of you.” He thrusts a little extra hard to really make his dick protrude and you’re nearly seeing stars. You couldn’t believe it. Jungkook was actually so big that his cock would poke up your belly. You’re nearly gushing around him at the revelation, and Jungkook just keeps fucking you nice and hard, his hips a rough stactoo against yours. He’s groaning and panting while he watches the bump come up with every thrust. “Shit baby, look at you, your bratty little pussy can barely handle my cock, it has no room for it. I bet you love my fat cock don’t you, baby? Huh?” His hand reaches forward to slap your bouncing tit, “You fucking love my huge dick don’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, I love your fat cock Jungkookie, please fuck me with your fat cock, I love it so much!” Your screaming, and you honestly don’t care if the late night office cleaners can hear you.

“Tell me how much you love it baby, c’mon, tell me how much you need my huge dick, tell me how big it is”

You don’t know if he’s being this rough because of your earlier comments about him having a small dick, or if it’s because he can visibly see that your pussy can barely handle the size of him but you don’t care either way. “It’s so fucking big Jungkook, you’re stretching me out so fucking good, baby oh my gosh.” You feel like you’re about to cum any minute now, and when you voice this Jungkook pulls out of you and flips you so your hands are on the table once again. You nearly scream when he enters you again, the pace just as brutal. His hands are now roughly gripping your ass cheeks, the occasional blow being delivered to them. He’s panting into your ear telling you how much a good girl you are for taking his cock so well, how he bets you won’t ever say his dick is small again, how he’s going to ruin your tight little pussy every Tuesday night in this board room. “You’re not going to be able to listen to a single thing they say during these meetings, your just going to be thinking about my huge cocking stretching you open.” You slip a hand down to play with your clit as Jungkook continues his assault on your pussy. You’re so close to almost hurts. “C’mon baby, show me what you look like when you cum, I wanna hear you” He delivers another smack to your now cherry red ass, “cum all over my huge cock, baby, c’mon.” A few more powerful thrusts and you’re coming harder than you ever had in your life. Jungkook follows quickly behind you, unloading onto your ass, moaning at the erotic sight.

You think you might’ve black out in all honesty, but the next thing you know, Jungkook is wiping his cum off your ass with a tissue and gathers you in your arms. Looking down at his now soft dick, you nearly laugh at the fact that, even when soft, Jungkook is above average size. Apparently you said that out loud, because now Jungkook is laughing as he hands you your clothes. You see him tuck your panties into his pocket and when you question it, he casually replies with, “you’ll just have to get them back next Tuesday.”

You definitely love this internship.

[aggresivelyfriendly]

Ft. Lauderdale- tryst- part 5- a Halene fantasy!

So every time Helene posts a pic like this- it birthes fic- smutty smutty fic!!

 I have zero idea where this was taken- but it looks sunny- sooo- South Florida it is!

"What're you doing?"

The hula hoop dropped to the floor. She knew this was Harry's room. Would be where he set up his gypsy sanctuary for the day, but her hula hoop had wound up in here, lord knew how, and when she had found it, because somebody had seen it and thought it weird too, she'd noticed the light.

Helene figures that always noticing the light was an occupational hazard. It was really bright in here, lovely, and her hoop was here, and she just hadn't had time to practice in ages, tour was either really busy or entirely boring, and it flipped on a dime, she liked to be ready. But, in effect, she had not hooped or filmed it for her insta in forever. It would make a good addition to her story.

His room wasn't set up, and she thought she had heard a rumor that the boss man, big man, was volunteering or doing something with or for March for our Lives. She had the room to her self.

The movement is familiar and Helene finds that so many things are like riding a bike. Muscle memory turns on, and you go with the motion, and all the rust falls off and bam.

She took a few turns, found her rhythm and her sass and decided she needed a song to make it better.  The scan through her phone found her in the Harry section. Wild Thoughts would be perfect, Harry's version, with that riff to turn to off Mitch's guitar, but there was only the video. She couldn't film and listen to it. Maybe just as a warm up.

His voice, it made her warm all over. Her first poetical rabbit trail was that it was a warm bath. But that was way to relaxing of a comparison. Harry's voice did not relax her, though it did raise her temperature. Maybe that was a better comparisons. It was like a chemical reaction- exothermic. Like making caramel, he was sweet to taste.

Hearing his voice, asking her if she wanted to see him naked was like lighter fluid on the flame of her libido. He was incendiary.

It would make for quite the swivel in her hooping video. Too bad she could only listen and not film.

She had just settled for Shawn Mendez, Particular Taste, and cued up her set up, shook off Harry's deep, depth plumbing question, and found her rhythm when his real voice startled her enough to drop her groove.

Her hoop was weighted, so it didn't make a jingle, more of a thud when it hit the ground.

"What're you doing?" When she turned around he was just inside the door and he walked with a wide stride with a hand at the waist of, was that a towel?

Was he wearing a towel?

"What?" Her gaze hadn't made it to his face yet, she was never higher than his shoulder level, looking at him gave her a crick in her neck most times, and now she was starting from the floor and working her way up. Socks, the high white ones he wore when he worked out. And then his pigeon toed legs and his mole on his thigh. It was just below the hem of the towel, definitely a big towel, a thick one. His hand was at the knot, his fingers down over a suspicious bulge, but he often had one of those, he was a shower..

A grower too if the crystal clear memory she tried to dim wouldn't shut up. It hadn't been that long since, they slept together, but long enough. A couple continents at least. Lots of pictures, too many songs.

"Um, I was, well. The light was good and my hoop wound up in here. And I haven't done a video in a while. I'm rusty." She shrugged. "Sorry, I didn't think you would mind."

"I don't." He hit the t like he was singing it, clear with emphasis. "But I've just never seen you do it. It's really cool." He shook himself a little. "Can we look at the photos from the other night? Since i have your here all to myself."

Deadly dimples, damn.

"Yeah, hold on. I have to boot up."  Helene put her bag down and slipped her computer from its sheath, flipped open the lid. Was glad her habit was to upload everything while she was sleeping after a show. So she had something to show him. Helene felt a little shaky, like she'd been caught out, and ever since their....repeated whatever, She vibes off him. She was never sure if she was reading him for real. Like he was turned on by her or if it was just wishful thinking.

Just because smelling him was enough to ruin her panties didn't mean her effect was as strong on him. If it was, he would probably be sleeping with her more than once and occasionally again.

He must know her attentions were available always.

Helene focused on her iBook, and not how close he was standing to her. Harry had no concept of personal space. It drove her crazy, she loved it.

"last night." She looked over her shoulder at his over sized Head. This was a thing she had noticed about celebrities, their heads seemed oversized, literally. Sometimes, in the worst cases, figuratively, thankfully not with her current employer.

She wondered if it somehow looked better in film.

Harry was tapping at his favorite photos, transferring them to another folder, like she had taught him, wordlessly, and she was bent over to grab her cord.

She swore she could feel his eyes on the back of her legs. Gooseflesh rising up to meet the gaze.

When she looked back, her temperature was up, but his eyes were down, focused on her laptop and the photos. Her job. Why she was here. She wanted to shake herself. Those few nights with him had ruined her. It was one thing to want a taste, it was another to crave the flavor.

She sighed and he looked up.

"You alright?" He asked, a gentle smile.

She assumed this was the American question, not the British. "Qui. I just slept funny last night."

"Doesn't help we have vampire schedules on tour. Are you a morning person or night owl?" He had a lovely friendly smile too.

"I guess I'm more of a night owl. Unlike you, I think by the time I'm up and drinking matcha you have written, checked emails, run..." she rolled her eyes at his productivity, but you had to admire his work ethic. "What are you looking for?" He was rifling around.

"The cord, to get the ones I picked to my phone." He gestured at both phone and laptop and she nodded and got it for him. This time she more than felt his eyes.

He touched the back of her leg. Right beneath the hem of her skirt.

Helene looked over her shoulder at him.

He smirked at her, "you had some lint!" He lifted his hands up by his shoulders. The picture of innocence.

Except she knew better.

Damn him.

She gave him the cord and they flicked through the pictures together.

"Harry, can you give me just a little bit of space! I can feel your breath on my neck." It was so distracting. If he was gonna just tease.

"Sorry," his smile was audible, "I was just trying to see the background on that one, it's hard on the little screen. Hey! Did you notice we match!" God he was such a cute kid sometimes. They did coordinate.

"We do!" She smiled over her shoulder.

"Let's take a picture!" He glee-ed.

It turned out good. She'd keep that one for herself.

"That one picture, can I see it on your laptop again?" He asked, over her shoulder again.

"Yeah, let me," and she sat the computer down and opened his folder, checked the timing again. "Here."

This time, he stood right behind her. Put his hands on her hips to look over them. "I don't like that you can see my dirty clothes in that one, but it's a shame, I really like the picture." He started rocking her hips back and forth against him.

"Harry?"

"I really liked watching you hoop. Your hips move...." he rocked her a little wider. "Is it like this?"

Helene was about to swallow her tongue. "Um, no, that's too much, too big a motion." She contracted the circle, moved just like she would to keep the hoop aloft. "Then you just have to keep the rhythm." She could feel him through his towel, it was a towel, she didn't know if he had boxers on under it.

"Well, we know how well you can keep a rhythm." His mouth found the sliver of skin between her hoodie and hair. His hands were at her hips, under her skirt. Fingers between the cotton and her skin.

"Do I have more lint?" She was a little breathless, but could hear her own grin too.

"Haha!" He bit her jawline. "There was no lint." He caught her mouth and licked her bottom lip, and she felt her panties fall from her knees. "I just wanted to see your skin get all excited again." Then he really kissed her and Helene day down her phone and her laptop to get her hand into his hair over her shoulder.

"So, I heard a term the other day." He murmured between kisses, "a spinner." He lifted her hand and danced her to face him, held her to him, got his hands on her ass. Under her skirt. "Ever heard that?"

"Non," Helene leaned up on her toes to kiss him, save his neck, and felt for the knot on his towel. He did have boxers, she started working on getting those down. Filling up her hands with him. He was hard as a rock.

"It's a term for a petite woman, so small you can spin her on your cock. I couldn't help but think of you....." he groaned at the place she was biting on his neck.

"Yeah, me?" She smiled like his nameplace cat. "I am pretty small. Ughh!" His hands were on the low part of her ass cheeks now, fingers extended between her thighs. His long finger quickly slipped up to his second knuckle inside her. A second finger joined it before she had gotten used to the first.

"Can I try it?" Helene pulled back. Course he could try it, she liked all of the things he'd done to her. He rarely asked, once she'd consented, he went for things, took her places. What did he have in mind?

"Will it hurt?" She bit his lip a little.

"I don't think so, maybe me if I bend my dick wrong." They both laughed a little, that was one of those uncomfortable unsexy things that happened during a fuck. Like queefs.

"Sure, I might like it if it hurts just a little."

"Yeah, I like that about you." He leaned into kiss her and she screamed when he missed her mouth and removed his fingers and grabbed her hips quick to flip her upside down. It was disorienting for a second. A rush of blood to the head. She felt his tongue move through her now exposed folds a second later. It brought her back to reality. Though gravity was still suspended. "Put your thighs on my shoulders." Harry groaned, and when she bore some of her own weight, it was better. He kept licking her top to tail. She was moaning and the uncomfortable blood rush feeling disappeared. But not the rush. Helene could hear herself moaning. This was out of body. He sucked her clit in.

"Fuck!"

He shook his head with the folds of her in his mouth, brought them in against his teeth harder, released with a pop. "Helene, Suck my dick."

Oh, his hard length was bobbing in front of her. She just been really distracted, by being upside down, and his mouth full of her pussy. She licked the tip, the pearly liquid that had collected there. She was lucky it hadn't smeared on her forehead in this position. She may have laughed at that, if Harry's moan at Her follwojng his directions wasn't so encouraging.

She got her mouth around him and moved up and down, made her neck work. She braced one hand on his thigh, to steady herself. She was glad he was so strong and had his arms banded around her hips to keep her up.

This was hot, though she always found 69 very distracting. But Harry ate pussy better than any other lover she'd ever had. And before long, she was having to use her free hand to stroke over him, because she needed her mouth free. "Fuck, Harry, I'm gonna come."

It was the fingers that slid inside her at that moment that did it. She clenched down on the filling digits and he sucked harder until she was squirming. There was nowhere for her to go. He had her powerless in this position. She'd fall if she fought too hard to get the over stimulation to stop.

He didn't, stop, but he gentled his mouth, licked over where she was juicy while her thighs shook on his shoulders.

She grabbed his hips when he started walking. "Shit!"

"That worked." He sounded a bit stunned, she wondered if it was her weight or his erection. "Let's see if we can do the other thing I was thinking about. "Brace your arms out, Helene."

She did as he asked, and felt him rather than saw him sit on the edge of the couch. He picked her up then, at the waist and slid her down to his lower stomach. Helen caught the table in front of her when he brought her weight down.

"This is working nicely!" His voice had never been lower. "The view is....." she imagined he could see everything open and wet from her waist down. He moved her hips up and then her sodden place over his aching cock until she took up the rhythm. She could hear the condom wrapper and wondered where it had come from.

She decided she didn't care and only yelped a little when he used a hand to lift her hips up. "Help me."

She held his cock while he rolled down the sheath.

"There!" He groaned, and brought her hips back down, spread his hands out to open her. "Now, show me how you rock when you do that hooping bit again?"

"Did you like that?" It was more than obvious he did, she could feel the evidence, and hear his groan as she slid the first few inches of him into her. She was soaked, but it was never an easy fit, so she slid up to his tip and down again a couple of times to open herself up. The pop of his head and squish were musical accompaniment to the moans he was panting out.

"Yeah," he barely got the word out, and sucked in a breath before he spoke again. "think that's the first time I got hard over you" he rocked into her. "Was looking at your Instagram to see if I liked your eye, discovered I liked your ass. Which looks amazing all spread in front of me right now. Fuck!"

"You'd have better liked my photos!" She tried to sound stern, but mostly sounded turned out. If this looked like it felt.....

"Almost as much as your ass." He gripped her then, and bounced her up and down. His hand covered her from the bottom of her waist to where his thumb reached her crack. "Loved the way this looked, your little waist and flared hips. I love your ass." He grasped it then, almost a slap, except his huge hand wrapped around her flesh. His thumb landed near her seam again. And then drifted down to where his cock went in and out on the rhythm she had established. She was keeping them both suspended, like she did her hula hoop. He caressed where he was stretching her and both holes flexed. When the tip of his now wet thumb went in where she had been empty, the no man's land ended. Her body plunged into battle.

"Oh fuck Harry!" This was gonna make her come. Him bouncing her ass up and down his nearly too big cock while he fingered her ass.

"That's it, a little more Helene. Take a little more." His thumb went in deeper, but she lost her rhythm and had to grab his knees when her arms collapsed on the force of her climax.

Her awareness came back a second later when both his hands were sweeping up her back. She realized she was sobbing a little when she heard his shushing noises.

"Almost there baby." He stood up then, with her still on him and her legs came down on their own, her toes touching the floor. His knees bent and he pressed down at her neck until her forearms reached out to meet the table. "Relax. I got you."

And then he gripped both hips and took over the cadence until she had to hold the table with both hands.

She could hear herself babbling. God he was such a good fuck, and she felt so small and dainty and sexy. And powerful, taking every inch on him.

"Fuck, yes, fucking fucking me." That was in English.

He was increasing in volume too. And speed. She felt the contraction inside her and his nails dug in a little at her shoulder.

Again, she was coming again, at the bite of his nails, and groan of her nail, and pulse of his cock.

They were both breathing heavy a moment later. He sat down with her still in his lap and Helene realized that while her shirt was tucked up over her tits, they both still had their tops on. He brought her skirt down over her naked bottom half while he wilted inside of her.

"Well, if there was any doubt, I'd say you are a spinner."

"Nah," her brow was wet and she'd caught most of her breath, she looked up at him and bit her lip. "I'm just good at hula hooping."

[forwhycas]

Love Thy Neighbor (part 11)

I know its been a hot second since posting about this lovely little pic, but i am back with this hot little chapter;) Please enjoy and forgive me for neglecting you guys!

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They had a show two nights later, then one more day of relaxation. You found yourself playing the piano while Roger tweaked with his drum kit per usual. You played some random melodies.

 “You know you really are great on the piano, might have to buy you one…”

 You shook your head while smiling.

 “Rog I don’t need you to buy me a piano.”

 “But then I can hear you play more, it’ll be romantic…”

 He got down from his drum kit and sat next to you.

 “I’ll come home to you playing the piano, then I can fuck you on it…just something to think about…”

 He kissed your bare shoulder then went back to his drum kit. You smiled at him and continued to play for a about an hour until they cleared the stage while people were gathering into the stadium. You were back stage laying on a couch in Rogers dressing room, Adam doing his hair, you were humming along to the record that was playing. You started to silently sing along, Roger of course heard this and started to sing along as well, you stopped.

 “Continue singing love, don’t mind me…”

 You did and he continued as well, Adam started to join as well, soon the three of you were singing along to New York by Sinatra, no shame, at the top of your lungs. When Adam was done he stopped and lit a smoke.

 “You know, you’re a great singer Lacey.”

 “Thanks Adam, you too!”

 Roger stared at you in the mirror, he mimicked your American accent.

 “Oh I don’t sing!...That’s a load of bullshit babe, you sing.”

 You rolled your eyes at him.

 “Everybody sings, I just don’t really sing in front of others, it’s my own little thing, ya know?”

 He just shook his head and came over to give you a kiss, he ended up straddling your lap, to deepen the kiss, both of his hands on either side of your face; his tongue dancing with yours.

 “What was that for?”

 Roger was in a loving mood today, and you were basking in it.

 “I enjoy kissing you, your lips are always so soft…”

 His lips attacked yours again, it was getting heavy.

 “Hold on let me get the door…”

 He got up, letting you move to go close the dressing rooms door. You turned around and he had his legs sprawled out, you pulled up your skirt so you could straddle him in return.

 “Hi baby.”

 Roger smiled up at you, his arm coming around your waist causing you to slide up his thigh more, you hummed and bit your lip. He jerked your body again and you through your head back with a sigh.

 “Go ahead baby, ride my thigh, I know it feels good…”

 He started to kiss your neck as you started to move back and forth, his jeans causing the perfect amount of friction for your slick folds. Your arms moving around his neck, his teeth nipped at your skin.

 “Come on baby, cum for me…”

 His hands came to grab at your waist and moved your hips more into his thighs as you rocked back and forth.

 “Fuck!”

 A few moments later and your panties were soaked, you fell forward onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, placing a kiss to the side of your head.

 “That was fucking hot…”

 “That was exhausting…anything I can do for you?”

 You palmed at the growing bulge in his jeans.

 “Guys quit fucking, we have a show!”

 You heard John yell through the door.

 “I cannot wait to feel that pretty little mouth of yours around me later…”

 He helped you up off of him and kissed you hard on the mouth before he grabbed your hand and joined the rest of the boys in the hallway. The show was fantastic, they did three encores, you knew Roger and the other boys were going to be exhausted. By the end it was pouring rain, and Roger stumbled off of the stage.

 “You ok baby?”

 He just hugged you, and whispered.

 “I know I said I would take you to the beach, but I’m knackered, let’s go home…”

 He let go of you and you smiled up at him.

 “I’ll draw you a nice bath, let’s go I already have a car waiting.”

 He smiled and put his arm around you and you made your way to the car. He peeled off his wet tank top and took off his belt half way back to the villa. You had to wake him up once when the car stopped. He lazily made his way inside, and sat on your bed as you started the bath water. Thunder echoed through the emptiness of the house, the other boys were at the club down the road, just you and Rog. The bath was all set and you grabbed him by the hand to get him up, you started towards the bathroom and got on your knees to unbutton his pants and pulled them down with his boxers.

 “In ya go, it’s not too hot…”

 He got in and sunk down, letting out a sigh, you’ve never seen him this tired after a show.

 “Are you joining me love?”

 You shook your head no.

 “Pleasssseeee?”

 You smiled and started to unbutton your shorts and pulled your tank top off, you sank in opposite of him.

 “You’re so beautiful…”

 You smiled at him and got up to straddle his lap, water splashing slightly over the edge of the tub.

 “So are you…”

 You kissed him lazily, as you were also exhausted. His lips were soft and wet from dunking his head under minutes before you entered the tub.

 “God your lips are so soft, and pink, and plump…”

 His thumb went to brush over them.

 “My pretty girl.”

 You blushed, and got out of the tub, Roger smacking your ass as you did so.

 “I’ll meet you in bed, I need to sleep, I’m exhausted.”

 He nodded and rested his head back. You felt the bed dip a few minutes later as you were just lulling off to sleep. His hand caressing your thigh, causing goosebumps to form, you smiled and rolled over your naked body over onto his.

 “Hello sleeping beauty…didn’t mean to wake you.”

 He kissed the side of your head and wrapped his arms around your waist, you fell asleep shortly after.

 You felt Roger’s finger tips brush down your stomach, goosebumps rose on your skin as he did so. His hand made its way in between your thighs, and your eyes shot open, the sun blinding you.

 “Good morning, don’t mind my wandering hands…”

 His fingers started to dig into you, so slow your voice cracked as you moaned, his fingers feeling  so nice inside of you. You tried to get up but he placed his chest against yours.

 “I wanna watch you cum, you’re so pretty when you cum…”

 You smiled as he added a second finger, his thumb pulsing back and forth on your clit. You bit your lip and your eyes rolled back into your head.

 “Fuck Roger!”

 “Faster?”

 You nodded your head and pumped his fingers in and out so furiously you felt your body vibrate.

 “Cum for me baby…”

  His fingers were soaked and he sucked on them and winked at you. You were trying to catch your breath he started to kiss you, softly, slowly.

 “Are you two finished yet? We’re all going to the beach in a few!”

 It was Freddie, he barged in unannounced, Roger covered your chest with the sheet.

 “Mind knocking next time mate?”

 You were still out of breath, Roger basically on top of you.

 “I mean we couldn’t hear Lacey anymore so we figured you two were finished…beach? 20 minutes!”

 Freddie winked at you and you were blushing from embarrassment.

 “Am I really that loud?”

 Rog kissed your forehead and laughed.

 “Fred is just teasing you! But yes, you can be, I bet you I can make you scream louder…when we get back home, were gonna see just how thin those walls are of your apartment.”

 You shoved the sheet over your head but he yanked it back leaving you exposed. He started looking through your suit case and through a black one piece at you.

 “Wear this, it’ll even out your tan lines.”

 You through it back at him, and scowled. He raised his eye brows at you, you got up and stretched, he reached around your waste and cupped your ass.

 “Someone is cranky, did I not please you enough this morning?”

 “Don’t throw clothes at me…”

 You pouted at him, he kissed you hard on the mouth, when he pulled away you were still pouting. He stepped away and went into the living room, he was back a few seconds later and you could hear the boys leaving.

 “I hate when you pout, and I also hate when you roll your eyes at me…I told everyone we would be meeting them there after we had breakfast, but first I wanna fuck this attitude out of you.”

 He pushed you back onto the bed.

 “Rog when are you going to let me take care of you? It’s been all about me and my needs for the past few days, let me show you what I can give to you...”

 Your hand reached and palmed his bulge through his boxers, his head fell back. You tugged them down to his ankles, he stepped out of them. You kissed him softly, running your fingers through his hair tugging his head back, you kissed down his throat, down on your knees you went. Pre-cum was already dripping, probably from when his fingers were pumping in and out of you minutes before. You sucked on his tip, while digging your nails into his hips. He took a sharp breath in. Looking up at him he bit down on his bottom lip. You smiled as you licked from the base to the tip ever so slowly, then slowly wrapping your mouth around him. You bobbed your head back and forth slowly, one of your hands brushing the bottom of his balls, he twitched in your mouth, you grabbed them lightly in your hand, bobbing your head back and forth faster, his tip hitting the back of your throat ever so lightly.

 “Fucking hell…”

 You started to bob your head faster and squeezed a little harder on his balls, his hands tangled into your hair, forcing you to look up at him, you winked at him and focused on getting him to where he needed to be.

 “I wanna cum on your tits, let me…please…Fucking hell Lacey, just like that!”

 He let out a low moan and he started to buck his hips causing his dick to hit the back of your throat hard, you didn’t even gag, just taking all of him in, you knew he was almost there, your raked your finger nails down his thighs, and released his dick from your mouth with a pop, his hand jerked himself a few times and warm cum spread out across your tan chest and neck. Your eyes locked the whole time, as his face spread into a wicked grin you matched him and moved his hands aside and continued to suck again.

 “Holy fuck…”

 You felt the rest of his cum shoot down your throat and when he was done your face was painted with it.

 “Jesus fuck…I’ve never had a woman just keep going…That was just…fucking glorious!”

 He was out of breath, staring down at you, you were just smiling at him, you got up off your knees and sat on the bed, Roger slowly walked to the bathroom, he handed you a bath towel, you cleaned up.

 “I honestly haven’t done that in years, so I’m glad that went as planned…”

 He chuckled and handed you your green satin robe.

 “Breakfast? A La carte?”

 You nodded.

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Hope you enjoyed! Please like, share, or reblog ( or not, I’m just excited to finally post this chapter!) Hoping to edit the next chapter and post by Thursday!

[parkjmini]

bts as fuckboys

[a/n]: inspired by @sweetersuga  | original post: x i wrote it as the perspective that you’re already close friends w them/have been with them before !!

Seokjin

he’s the funny, sarcastic one where he could be kind of mean bc he takes it a lil far

“you’re such trash you sleep with every girl”

“at least I can get someone to sleep with me”

he flashes a smile in the hall bc he KnOws iT GeTs oN YouR NeRveS

“When’s my birthday”

“January 1st bc u set off my fireworks baby”

“i am disgusted”

piggy back rides on those goddamn strong broad set of shoulders ooffff

“I’ll call you, ya?”

He never calls u bc he probably forgot too busy improvin himself

you have a streak with him and all he sends are selfies with the caption “I hope your day is as beautiful as I am (:”

He catches you staring in class one day and he’s like “take a pic, it’ll last longer babe”

And omg he ACTUALLY TELLS YOU TO TAKE A PHOTO OF HIM

so now u have a gallery full of jin and he wont let u delete them bc he thinks they’re all masterpieces you do too but youd never admit it

the only fuckboy that’s tolerable bc he’s rlly just a big goof 

“why don’t you ever have sleeves on your shirt jin”

“these shoulders are on display, honey, can’t cover up the jewels”

he’s kind of obnoxiously loud that u want to shove ur fist into his mouth to sh u t  him uP 

“dude, jimin’s hot”

“okay but so am i ??”

“ok ya youre really hot but so is jimin”

“jiMIN (Y/N) THINKS YOU’RE—-”

“–ANNOYING THANKS SEOKJIN PLS SHUT UP WHY R U STILL TALKING WOW”

“just trying to get my baby some more dick jeEZ”

Yoongi

“hey yoongs why dont we go on a date??”

“uuhhhhhh since when were we dating? lmao dont trip” 

gets a new number every 2 months bc he loves fucking w them crazy bitches too much

“sometimes you need to mess around with the ones who can bite off your dick, being risky is hot (-;”

“BEinG riSkY iS hOt ya u wont have a penis anymore at the rate you’re going”

kind of smells like a mixture of alcohol and cologne 

hand-on-ass-when-he-hugs

“let’s play a game, if u lose u have to take off ur clothes, if i lose u have to take off ur clothes”

“wait but yours stay on ?? wtf yoongi??”

“no mine will come off right after i see u naked (;”

the one to play with the ends of your skirt/dress/shirt bc it gets u so flustered and he lives seeing u flustered 

straight up Arrogantᵀᴹ at times its hot but ur so annoyed by it that u wanna knock some sense into him

wont ask for nudes but will ask to see some goods

“can i see ur tits”

“for the 4039th time, no”

“well, a man can try”

SMIRKY MC SMIRKY HERE like it just comes OUT of NOWHERE and it is OUT to ATTAC 

u dont have a snap streak w him bc it always breaks bc he replies every 3 years bc he was “busy”

but he’s always the fourth person to like your instagram posts???????

and to comment the water droplet/eye/tongue emoji combo ????

loves when u swat his hands away from gripping your thigh 

Hoseok

(i wanted to use this gif but it was so big and rectangle and didnt fit but u need to see that gif to really take in the fuckboy bc i cannot find a representation as accurate as that gif is)

always greeting you whenever he sees you

“hey babygirl”

“hoseok we just saw each other in chemistry”

“ok and????? can’t i say hi to my baby?”

“but im not”

“lmao every girl is my baby”

raises his eyebrows any time you fix your dress or your shirt

asks to borrow a pencil and never returns it

“where is my pencil hoseok”

“where is my kiss (y/n)”

“we didnt agree to that”

“well i didnt agree to give it back”

“dO u NoT kNOW whAT BoRRoW meANS”

loves to share so he shares a lot of his snacks with u

“omg i love snacks!!”

“oh baby me too” and trust me, he’s not talking about the food

has the brightest, kindest smile so it catches you off guard when he says some snarky fuckboy comment

loves physical contact !!!!! always has a hand on your back, or shoulder, or thigh, or hand, or arm

lip LICKING PARDON ME HIS TONGUE IS UNCONTROLLABLE

lets you wear his hats/jackets/hoodies bc he thinks youre sooo cute in his clothes

he walks around school with his hands in his pockets like a doUCHEBAG

catches you off guard by spinning you around with his arm around your waist 

uses the line “im a dancer” to get girls what an eyeroll

the type to drag you onto the middle of the dance floor at a club just so he could show off his skillz which are actually super bomb like even ur impress and uve seen them 308443 times

he got that sweatpants dick print 

Namjoon

changes his contact name to Daddy on your phone

Mr. Ass Man he loves ass ASS ASS ASS SO MUCH ASS BIGGEST ASS LOVER

“oh shit did you see her ass”

“look here bootylover123 stfu”

winks at you a lot in the halls 

“do you have a fucking eye problem namjoon”

“its a wink” 

“u do it so much that im beginning to think youre eye is having a spasm 

lets you copy his homework if he got a hug in return

the type to comment a peach emoji on your instagram photos even if there is no butt involved

loves when you sit on his lap 

one time there weren’t enough seats on the bus and he patted his leg for you to sit

“i know you hate standing (y/n), take a seat itll be fine”

“why can’t u be a gentleman and give up your seat for me?”

*alMOST CHOkES from LAUGHING* “me???!!! a gentleman??? wow u expect too much, just sit your big ass down on daddy’s lap or suffer standing”

buys you lunch bc he loves showing off his e x p e n s i v e w a l l e t 

he could go from having a full blown brilliant monologue as to why he exists to giggling about how your moles r arranged into the shape of a penis 

calls girls mami or ma 

asks for ass pics at like 1:32 AM 

and u send him pictures of ur elbow crease 

and he actually thinks its ur butt

BLASTS baby makin music from his car and causes a public disturbance 

has the highest count of broken beds, not bc of a high body count, but bc he actually breaks the bed everytime he sleeps w someone

Jimin

spaces out when ur wearing a low cut top bc hes too busy staring at ur cleavage 

his streak snaps are either mirror pics, his abs, mirror pic of his abs, and occasional dick pics

“wanna play 20 questions (;”

“we’ve played 20 questions like 20 times already”

“ok gr8 ill start first: will u let me hit it from the back??”

offers to netflix and chill all the time and it sux bc he actually knows all ur fav shows

ok let me reiterate, jimin knows all ur favorite anythings bc he listens to u 75% of the time bc he thinks ur voice is sexy 

will never fail to compliment you when u look good 

“damn baby, is this all for me????”

“no i just dont want to look like a hobo today”

gets super jealous when any other guys speak to u even tho hes piping down like 8 other girls 

“jimin they’re my frIENDS ur not even my bf why u tripping”

“they arent acting like theyre ur friends. i know fuckboy behavior when i see it (y/n) its my occupation, i do the same shit w girls”

“thats good then, someone else wants me too”

“not good bc ur HOT ASS IS MINE )-:”

youre saved as #1 babygirl on his phone no objections

walks into class with a new hickey in a new place every day 

he has SEX EYES u could never look him directly in the eyes bc theyre so captivating 

fucking walks like an arrogant prick down the hall and whistles when u pass 

brags about his big dick when its honestly not as exaggerated as he says 

has a picture of you in one of his shirts as his homescreen wallpaper 

Taehyung

“i wont show anyone, im not messed up like that” yea be careful w this one honey, pretty sure jungkook, hobi, yoongs, namjoon all know how ur tits look like

has the perfect innocent face where u have no idea that he’s fucking 4 other girls

always responds after 12 am and calls u at 3 am 

“tae im fucking sleeping”

“damn thats hot what else u doin??”

“hanging up on u goodbye im going to block ur number”

“pls don-”

uses the line, “i just dont think we’re compatible” on E V Ery GIRL 

offers to hangout but never follows up with it bc he’s never seen out in public with a girl unless its his momma 

“jasmine is telling everyone you gave her chlamydia, u get checked bro??”

“dont worry about it”

body count means a lot to him 

loves hugs bc he likes feeling boobs squished against him

sometimes INTENTIONALLY lowers his voice bc he KNOWS ur into that shit 

thinks youre playing hard to get when rlly u just dont care lol

“i know u want all of this, (y/n)”

“i think ur mistaken”

“right bc i want all of u (:” 

“ya tae let’s not get ur feelings mixed w mine ok thx u”

NO SUCH THING AS PERSONAL SPACE the boy is a koala and will latch onto u 

Jungkook

the biggest fuckboy of them all

has slept w almost every girl in the school and is v proud of it

“what’s your name again”

“rlly jungCOCK” 

“ok (y/n) i know ur fkcing name so can u learn mine”

u dont think he’s ever had a gf b4 bc he doesnt believe in labels OR commitment which hes pretty vocal abt 

unlike jimin, he doesnt own up to his dick pics and swears that they were “”accidents””

SCrEENsHOTS! but ur smart so ur face is NEVER in ur pics

“who’s boobs r on ur phone kook”

“yours”

“you WOULDNT DARE”

“i dont have photogenic memory (y/n) i wanted to remember those cuties without a shirt on (;”

looks too fucking good w a fresh cut that u need to avoid him in the halls or ull melt to goo

only owns white tees and timbs lmao hahahaha 

smirks when you bend down to pick something up 

that or he yells, “one more time, babe!”

“wat u doin”

“showering”

“without me!!1???” 

he’s on tinder too so once he’s done with the sampling pool at school, he can broaden his horizons 

a car enthusiast and will get offended if u dont think his rims r cool

thinks youre really hot when you yell at him or hurt his feelings 

youre his prized possession bc he actually likes talking to u but will never admit it 

has a specific nickname for u that he doesnt call his other girls bc its YOURS !! 

“hey cutie”

“hey jungCOCK”

hates the nickname jungCOCK 

[onlineluna]

ferrari

a/n: the longest imagine I've ever written  synopsis: bad boy shawn’s got a sport’s car based surprised for her warnings: smut - nsfw, all that

Told her to meet him around the corner of her house at 8. Said wear something that's easy to access, told her they were going on a ride - gonna be all about her.

She should have known he was going to be late, boy would be late to his own funeral, but she didn't realise just how late he'd be. At 20 past eight, she pulls her phone out of her bag, arms crossed around her stomach and calls him up. He picks up after four rings:

"Shawn, it's fucking freezing; I'm going home" "No! Don't, shit, baby I'm coming, almost there"

She looks down the road, realises that standing on a street corner in a mini skirt isn't one of her smartest ideas and she shivers, says: "I don't see you" and she can hear him smile as he replies with:

"No, but I bet you can hear me"

The air is tinged with a low hum. It flutters through the night air, sending the concrete rumbling in its engine echo, vibrates - almost ripples like a sound wave. She frowns. 

"What are you driving?" She speaks, and she walks into the middle of the empty road - looking off into the abyss for his familiar jeep or motorbike.

"It's a surprise" "What?" "I'll see you in a second baby" "Shawn-"

He hangs up. The now useless gadget sits at her ear, and she pulls it back - glares at his name before locking the phone and shoving it back into her bag. "Asshole" she curses, and he is. 

Should of been on time, shouldn't keep her waiting on a street corner like a low brow hooker, but in some way it's exhilarating.

Her anxiety has quieted after the phone call, now she just wants to see him - maybe give him a piece of her mind. As daunting as his reputation is, she's not scared of him - not even in the slightest.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me"

It's not what she expected. In fact, the car that hums down the road is the furthest from what she expected, and for a second she thinks it's not him. 

Thinks it's some rich prick coming to see if he can change her life - all pretty woman, Richard Gere and the knee high boots.

But the bright yellow Ferrari that pulls up beside her homes her man, and he's grinning, window open with one hand on the wheel and the other hanging out of the car. 

He's deliciously smug. Bathing in her surprised expression and smooth legs - skirt fluttering in the middle of her thighs and low cut t shirt - he raises a brow.

"How much for the night sweetheart?" Shawn questions. With his brown eyes glazing over her frame that's now on the sidewalk, she almost chokes.

Holy fuck, she thinks, I shouldn't be this turned on.

He looks so good in the sports car. It's so unlike him, usually rides a shitty bike or his dad’s jeep, but he looks like he belongs in the driver’s seat. As if he's in total control, got the pretty machine under his thumb.

She walks over to the window and leans in. Tries to act calm, tries to forget that Shawn's in a fucking Ferrari and he promised to treat her right tonight.

"Couldn't afford me" she quirks, testing him. His eyes widen for a second, a little surprised that she's carrying on the role play, and he bites his lip and rakes his eyes over her. She heats under his hungry gaze, takes in the swell of her breasts - inches away from his face - and her tongue that's now leaving a line of saliva in its wake.

"Bet you're worth every penny though" and he grins, breaking the game. Breathing in, she looks over the machine that's softly playing Miguel. "Whose car is this?"

Shawn blinks. He pushes his bottom lip out; cocks his head and says in a wavering tone:

"...belongs to a friend"

Her eyes widen, sensing his lie. "Stolen?"

"Not exactly" "I'm not getting in a stolen car" "I'm gonna return it"

She suddenly steps away from the car. She splays her hands up, and shakes her head "Shawn, fuck that, I'm not getting arrested"

Shawn sighs as if she's talking nonsense

"We won't get arrested" "Bullshit" "Baby-"

"You expect me to get into a stolen car?" She asks, and she's looking at him as if he's crazy, mental - absolutely mad and Shawn gets out of the car - suddenly angry.

"Why are you acting like this?" He asks, slamming the door behind him. It's not humorous, she's not joking, not smiling, she's pissed at him. Does he expect her to drive around fucking Canada in a stolen Ferrari? Yes, he does. In fact, Shawn wants to do more than that, fuck - he thought it would be a laugh.

Spent all day dreaming about how hot she'd look pushed up against the hood, lights illuminating their frames while they made out. Slide his hand up her skirt, whisper dirty words in her ear as he makes her pine for him with his index finger and thumb.

Would be fucking biblical to fuck in a stolen Ferrari - you know, hand on the window, straddling his lap while she takes his length like a pro - but she doesn't seem too sure.

"Because it's a stolen fucking car Shawn" and she laughs, overwhelmed with emotion. Shawn doesn't smile "If I get arrested-" she points to her chest "-I'm fucked, you think ivy leagues are gonna accept me if I've got a record?"

 "You told me you wanted to live, experience things - life, be wild, shit, I thought this is what you wanted" he shakes his head, angry at her for some reason. She can't place it "Why are you angry at me? Fuck, Jesus, I'm thankful that you'd like, do this for me, but in a stolen car?"

 "We aren't gonna get caught, all we were gonna do was drive through Witches forest ..."

 The situation calms slightly. The air thins because Shawn smiles softly, sends her a cocky raised brow and walks up to her. She rolls her eyes, laughs a little because he's slipping his hands around her waist and leaning back to get a good look at her face.

 It morphs slowly, smiles shyly "...maybe fool around a bit" Shawn finishes, and he leans his forehead against hers - runs his hands from the small of her back to her skirt covered ass. Her hand splays over his trained chest.

She breathes in sharply, falls back into his hands and pitches a "Yeah?"

"Mm" he nods, looking at her lips. Her tongue darts out over the bottom one, and Shawn thinks he's got her - changed her mind, but she quirks "In a stolen car?" and he groans humorously.

Shawn takes his hands from her ass and walks back to the car, shaking his head "Alright, alright - fine, I'll take it back and we can just-"

"Wait!" She cuts in. Shawn stops. Fingers on the handle he grins, sensing her decision wavering. She fiddles with her rings, looks out onto the road and says "Just Witches forest?"

"Mm" "...a yellow Ferrari isn't very inconspicuous" "We don't have to do this if you don't want to..."

She chews on her lip and looks around. Sees the suburban houses sitting quietly in the dark, sees the freshly cut grass and the white picket fences.

Sees faith, sees goodness, rules and regulations. Then she looks back at Shawn, sees destruction and beauty. 

Sees a whole lot of bad wrapped up in a whole lot of good and she grins, shakes her head and says "Fuck it" before Shawn smirks so wide that his mouth hurts.

"Bet you look so fucking good on these leather seats baby" and she half expects him to open the door for her, you know, actually get into the car. 

Yet he doesn’t, he sends her a shameful smile and turns her – shoving her against the car door with what can only be conceived as adoration.

Got his lips on hers in an instant, dipping down to catch them just as she goes to question his motives. She splays her hands out against his chest in surprise, fingers slipping over his clothed muscular chest board.

The kiss is shameful, an accumulation of the anger he felt before and the want he feels now, spurred on the cold night air and the openness of it all. 

He feels her whine from beneath him, feels her sling her arms around him like she always does – gripping onto his curls in a rush of adrenaline. 

She’s liquid need – a sweet tooth, candy your mother told you not to eat, but you sure as hell did anyway.

In some way it’s ironic, how he feels like he’s breaking the rules by being with her, but he doesn’t seem to care. No, Shawn doesn’t give a shit because she makes him feel whole again. 

Alive. Participating in his life, not just waiting for the next obstacle to come his way.

His hand slides down her rib cage, runs down the smooth cotton before finding her hip. She gasps when his fingers slip inwards and find her inner thigh – dangerously close to the wet heat between her legs.

“Shawn, fuck - my whole neighbourhood is gonna see us" she suddenly breaks, pulling away from his swollen lips in a fit of panic. 

She turns over her shoulder for a second and sees the dark sidewalks – houses hidden by the night. She looks wrecked, god, a goddess – pretty little fucking thing. 

He brings her back with a groan, with a roll of his eyes and "You think I give a shit baby? Let em-" and then because he really doesn’t care, he slips his hand around her thigh and drags her bare skin to meet his belted hip.

Her skirt flutters back, revealing the lace panties she’d spent minutes mewing over. Red, or black? She went with black, safer, plus when she’d sent a pic of her ass in them to her mate, her friend had sent her the A-Okay (not knowing that she wasn’t going to be the only one seeing them tonight, however)

Shawn’s back in her mind, slipping through the matter as he grips at her knee cap, keeping her chest splayed against his. Hottest thing he’s ever seen – swears this isn’t real for a second, so he goes to see if she’s truly there with his lips. 

He ghosts them over her jaw bone, then drags his teeth up to her earlobe with a low groan. "-bet they never lived a day in their lives”

Shawn was right, she does look good on the leather seats. Prettier than the car as she sits in the passenger seat, window open, wind blowing in her hair as she somehow finds a way to dance in her chair. 

The seat belt hinders her movements, but she’s still rocking and rolling her upper body to the music flooding through the car speakers. 

Shawn’s trying to focus in front of him – manoeuvring through the empty streets while the headlights highlight his way. Yet he’s being distracted by her wild singing and need to grind into the chair. 

“Gonna ride that wave” she sings, “Body built for the beach, do you got that ocean?” and he steals a look. Her eyes find his just as he glances at her, and she sees his pupils dilate and tongue dash out across his bottom lip. 

Her cheeks heat with unprecedented desire – not used to being looked at like this (never will, she thinks) – and because he’s not looking away, she carries on with her flirtatious torture.

Swears she hears him curse under his breath. Yet instead of giving her the satisfaction of complimenting her devilish dancing, he turns back to the scenic view in front of him – but he can’t help himself. 

“Feel like I need to go and confess my sins after every time we see each other”

She snorts “That’s rich”

“Don’t see me as a holy man baby?” “What? Going to church is on your schedule, right next to stealing cars and getting wasted?”

Shawn grins something awful. He shakes his head at her, laughing before going “Something like that” and it’s silent until he pulls into the familiar forest, used to get high with his mates here a while ago. 

Seems like it’s been decades since he’d actually spent time with them, feels like his schedule’s been centred on her for a lifetime. 

He knows it’ll never be enough time though, because when he drives through the dense forest and he hears her gasp beneath her breath and go “Shawn, it’s beautiful” in her butterscotch tone, his heart pangs and he’s grinning at the way she says his name. 

“It’s just trees babe” he nonchalantly comments, but she’s not listening to him, she’s leaning out of the window and letting the nature consume her. 

It’s cinematic, the way the moonlight filters through the trees and meets her features, highlighting her heavenly grin with a white sheen. 

It’s overwhelming, and Shawn’s getting a little emotional if he’s being honest with himself, so he says “Wanna know why it’s called Witches forest?”

But, she knows. Of course she knows. “Lived here my whole life Shawn” she speaks, looking at him from her station at the window frame. 

She sees him shake his head “For some reason I don’t believe that” and he turns the car into the familiar spot, rolling to a stop in front of a line of trees. 

Shawn then turns to her, almost blushing when he sees her eyes are already on him – following his movements. “This town doesn’t breed girls like you”

He doesn’t miss the way her brows spring up, doesn’t miss the way she runs her tongue over her bottom lip and sends him a questioning smile. 

Shawn doesn’t let her reply. Instead, he leans ones arm on the steering wheel and bites on his lip as his mouth extends into a heart fluttering smile. “Too nice”

“Too nice?” she repeats, and her words burst into a laugh. She glances through the front window so she misses Shawn smiling at her – different than before. “Yeah, need a little bad in you”

“A little bad in me?” her hand finds her breasts as she holds her chest and she blushes, thinking over something but deciding on doing it anyway “Think I’ve had a little bad in me already”

His eyes widen, mouth drops while she giggles at his reaction and it’s so fucking innocent that Shawn’s pleading guilty – the victim to her ways but fuck it he doesn’t care. 

Would rot in prison for an eternity just to see her giggle like that again. All bright eyed and care free – all cigarette with the nicotine, something he can’t quit, something he wouldn’t let her get hooked on. 

“Little, eh?” and he leans over and grabs her thigh, squeezing and tickling the inside while she squirms. She’s got her belt off so she’s free to move around, leaning forward before moving to the side, close to where Shawn’s leaning over the gear stick. 

She’s trying to get his hand off of her in a fit of giggles, going “Shawn, s-stop” but he’s not letting up, and his brain goes somewhere dark when he sees the way her shirt is low and bra tight. “Wasn’t saying little when I fucked you for the first time, did ya?”

She’s not giggling anymore. Instead it’s “Shawn!” as she hits his shoulder in a gasp and he watches as she looks around as if someone is listening. “S’true, no?-“he asks. 

He raises a brow, quirks his lips in a teasing manner before slipping his fingers further up her bare skin. She doesn’t stop him, still got her hands on his own and she’s letting him guide them up between her thighs. 

Now chewing on her lip – giggles gone. It’s so pretty, the way she switches, the way her laughs morph into moans and grins into gasps of pleasure. 

“-About ‘little’” Shawn tuts, seemingly oblivious to the way he’s sending her off somewhere unknown with the move of his hand. He stops when the tips of his fingers brush across her clothed entrance.

She gasps and he’s pulling her towards him, catching her open mouth in his own as he leans across the car. Shawn would be happy like this, making out with her from the driver’s seat – but she’s got other plans. 

Pulling away, leaving Shawn a swollen lipped, confused individual, she climbs over the hand brake, fumbling around in the small confines of the sports car. 

Shawn has no choice but to lean back against his seat, but he takes her hands as she wobbles over him, carefully slipping onto his lap – straddling his thighs while her skirt runs up her own. 

While she settles, Shawn watches as she bites on her lip and looks around, letting his palm move upwards and clasp her cheek. She turns, blinking down at him before his thumb tugs her bottom lip from her teeth.

“What do you what baby? Anything, swear I’ll give you anything” Shawn says, fingering her black underwear lace with his languid touch. 

He’s got his head leaning on the chair behind him, looking up at her through his lashes and in this position she’s taller – propped up by the thick muscle of his thighs. 

He means it when he says it, would give her anything she wanted, but he doesn’t expect her to splay her fingers across his chest and slide her hand up. 

Doesn’t expect her to drop her tone to an innocent whisper as she questions “Anything?” with pouted lips and blushed cheeks. 

Shawn’s lost for words. Tongue tied by the way she fiddles with his shirt and slowly rocks forward, fabric of her skirt hemmed around the tops of her thighs. 

She doesn’t seem to care – no – because Shawn starts to feel her grind into him, starts to feel the sweet touch of her inner thighs against his denim, and he’s lost in it for a second because, to be honest, she’s given him a semi just by wearing the dammed skirt.

Feels himself get harder with every rock, roll, twist and grind and before he knows it he’s dropping his head back – exposing his collarbone and throat because it’s so slow and sensual, not rushed and if Shawn’s being totally honest with himself, it’s a little romantic.  

He’s mumbling something incoherent under his breath, he’s dragging his godly hands down to her ass and giving her a tight squeeze – spurring her on – and he’s looking at her chest as the tops of her breasts hang in his face. 

Shawn hears himself, hears himself go “Yes, fuck” with a hollow groan that meets her breathy mewl and he’s in a bliss filled coma, so deep in the feel of her lace covered cunt rutting against his rough denim that he almost doesn’t hear her bring up the question again. 

Yet, she’s there, chewing on her lip with an “Anything?”

Shawn would sell his soul to her at this point. “Huh? Fuck, shit, yeah, anything – anythinganythinganything”

Shawn didn’t really know what he was expecting when he’d muttered the words, but he knows he didn’t expect her to roll forwards so the insides of her thighs met his hips and he didn’t, fucking didn’t expect her to slip her fingers around his throat and squeeze. 

She uses his neck as leverage, pulling her upper body into him and dropping her lips to his throat with a firm “Want you to beg me for it”

Wasn’t expecting that. 

And she says it with so much conviction, so much throttle, power, emphasis and heat that all Shawn can do is sputter into her neck. 

His cheeks flush, teeth sink down on his bottom lip and he’s holding onto her ass for dear life, think’s he about to leave the earth from a god damn heart attack. 

He’s gone – knows it – Shawn’s dead and in heaven, but there’s something so dangerous about her words that he’s sure he’s in hell. 

Making a deal with the devil – please, give me the strength to get through this. He wants to say ‘I don’t beg babe’ but all he can muster is “You what?”

Her response only makes things worse. 

Plucking up all of her courage and using her sexual frustration as a spark she tightens her fingers around his throat and decides to roll into him again, making sure to tense her thighs when her lips meet his ear. “You heard me bad boy”

This time Shawn gets the words out. He wants to remind her who’s in control here, wants to pull back, raise a brow and say “We seriously doing this babe, you want me to beg you?” but by God he wants to. 

Want’s to beg her so bad, would beg her, know she needs it, wants it, and deserves it and he’s about to. 

Shawn’s about to say “Please baby I want it, wanna fuck you – fuck sake, never wanted anything so bad” but instead he goes “I don’t beg babe” and he feel’s her thighs loosen. 

Feels her shoulders sag and Shawn’s about 95% sure that he’s ruined the mood, but he’s underestimated her. She’s not about to give up so easily. In one swift motion she’s leaning back, dropping his throat and pulling at the hem of her t-shirt. 

It’s off of her body, around her head and she’s pushing her padded breasts into him before appearing from beneath the shirt. She throws the shirt into the passenger’s seat, sits on his thighs, all tossed up and beautiful and it’s a matching bra.

Oh fuck, she belongs in the Louvre. Deserves an exhibit, deserves a fucking sold out show just to see how gorgeous she looks sitting on top of him. 

Her hair rains down her shoulders in a strawberry scented curtain, runs along the lace of her bra straps and it’s suddenly behind her shoulders, her hands shoving it away. 

All he can do is watch, and in this moment he doesn’t want to touch her – feels like he’d ruin her. 

Like a castle of cards one push away from breaking point, and she’s sitting on top of him – can’t get over that - breathing calmly – eyes burning something mischievous. 

Shawn licks his lips, rubs the balls of his palms into his eyes with a “Fuckin ‘ell” and he goes to touch her, but she’s got his hand in hers before he can do anything.

He flicks his gaze to her, silently asks ‘What?’ and she smiles like a lunatic, shaking her head. 

Shawn tests the waters, going for her hip with a sneaky grin and she lunges forward, grabs his chin – makes him look at her and she’s taller than him, using her nails to keep him in place. 

The air is thicker than Shawn right now, and it’s sitting around them – ready to be snapped in two. He feels something inside of him begin to drift, and it’s only when she licks her lips and teases him with “You want it?” that he realises it’s any semblance of control.

Shawn nods.  It’s all he can do, she’s taking the reign – barking orders from her jean clad throne. They’re watching each other, both waiting for something and she swallows, licks her lips, and sends him a sickening smile as she declares “Not getting it until you say please”

He’s a mess. A blubbering, frustrated, hard – straining against his boxers kind of hard – mess as he flicks his eyes down at her. 

She’s loving it though, swimming in his brown liquid pools and the way his blood has risen to the skin. He’s frustrated because of her – finally, the tables have turned. 

When he doesn’t reply, she pouts, cocks her head to the side and asks “You never learn your manners baby?” with a patronising tone. 

Then Shawn, hot and heavy with need, bursts “Fuck you” he spits and she’s giggling, laughing, rolling forward again – making sure her clothed cunt catches his visible bulge as her lips ghost over his ear. “I’m trying to – “she whispers, nodding into his throat. 

In the back of his mind he hears something patting against the car, a slow dribble against the windows and he looks forward over her shoulder – see’s rain drizzling down the front window. “- you just gotta say please first though, that’s all I want”

It's that sick kind of love, that’s what Shawn thinks this is. Doesn’t think its actual love – can’t be. 

No, it’s that kind of want that comes with being starved for too long, getting teased every now and again but now he gets to feel the real thing. 

It’s all too much – doesn’t want it to be taken away from him so “Please” he breathes against the shell of her ear. 

Time stops – sucks them in through its nose and its lungs clench. She releases a shaky breath, and she’s slowly facing him, brushing her lips against his own. She didn’t think he’d give in.

“Yeah?” she whispers, timid and Shawn nods. 

He gulps, pauses, blinks up at her and then “Please, wanna fuck you - baby baby baby – fuck, please” and he can’t bare to look at her, so he falls forward into her chasm of her breasts, hides in the warm skin and she gasps, clinging onto the back of his head. 

Got his chocolate curls between his fingertips, and it’s only then that Shawn feels how wet she is. 

Soaking, dripping through her underwear, want’s to feel it slick against his cock “Can treat you so good” and he rocks – needy – into her, groaning at the way his clothed hard on brushes against her soaked panties. 

He’s leaking pre-cum all over his boxers, and the silk is left slick with his need – she mewls into the soft air of the car.

Canada is raining down on the vehicle, and the sound rattles through the insides – but they’re none the wiser, lost in the way it feels to have your hands on someone who’s not yours but totally is. 

She groans and she’s grabbing at the back of his head, bringing his lips up to hers, using her free hand to grasp at his shirt and stuff it into a ball. 

Shawn’s back, spurring her on with his vocal encouragement and its “Want you” and its “Fucking need you” despite it totally being ‘can’t go on without you’ but he doesn’t have time to think about his romantic side, because she’s groaning into him, saying, no, ordering something along the lines of “Then fucking take me then”

Tables turned – sides switched like a freaky Friday Shawn runs his hands across her firm thighs with a hollow groan. 

He starts to mouth at her neck, trying to suck her purple but she’s unbuckling his jeans – distracting him from his hot lipped pursuit. “Fucking belt” she mumbles, shuffling around with said item, causing Shawn to laugh against the shell of her throat. “Eager, eh?”

She tries not to giggle, but it erupts from her mouth “-s’got like a death grip buckle” she comments, sitting back. 

He takes the belt and does it for her, smirking “Gotta hold everything in, don’t it?” and Shawn slips it from his belt loops, discarding it onto her seat. 

He catches her rolling her eyes. “Don’t ruin it” and she’s back at his lips. It’s natural, the way it happens, the way he slips his tongue down her throat as she pops open his jeans. 

Natural in the way he slips his hand under her ruffled skirt and goes on a man hunt for her sweet spot. He finds it just as he bites at her bottom lip – cutting off her gasp with his fingers beneath her underwear.

Atmospheric, like a film set – rain on the windows and hands on each other, she grips at the back of his skull as he brushes his middle finger across her clit, once, twice – then he’s back to his usual teasing ways. 

Slipping his finger through her sodden folds, he drags a soft whine from her swollen lips and it’s “All for me huh?”

She doesn’t reply – nods, lets him ruin her with his pointer and middle finger, slowly scissoring her open as he kisses at her throat. 

Her hands go limp around his open jeans, falling onto his lap as she leans her chest against his, head in the crook of his neck and it’s as if she’s fallen to her knees in front of him. 

For a second she lets the feeling consume her – his long fingers finding places hers can’t, but slowly, steadily, she swallows the feeling and lets her right hand find his curls. 

Using them as leverage – like his throat earlier – she grabs on and ruts her hips forward, fucking herself against his fingers.

The noise that Shawn groans is unholy – a guttural moan, a low belly growl and she does the same against the shell of his ear.

“Fuck, Shawn”

“Patience, babe” he licks his lips and fucks her faster, fingers curling up deep inside her in a ‘come hither’ motion and she weeps softly. 

Bites down onto the collar of his shirt to mute her breathy cries because it feels so good, is so bad – a grey area she’s come to love and Shawn’s shaking his head. 

He’s thinking that he’ll never want anything more, doesn’t need anything more than to see her come on his fingers – but that’s not what she wants.

 “Shawn just-“and the familiar warmth starts spread across her thighs; a desperate hiss meets her lips “-fuck me, Christ –“ and her hands splay up and grab onto his broad shoulders. 

Meant to be the dominate one – meant to be making him weep from beneath her but instead she’s rocking her hips forward, fucking her cunt up into his fingers while he asks her how much she loves it. 

“Wanna make you come first” and he drags his thumb across her clit, swirling the skin around the swollen bundle of nerves. She gasps a “Fuck, Shawn” into his shoulder and he takes his thumb off of her clit as soon as he’d placed it there. 

She weeps a “-what the?” and she’s ready to penalize him for it, but he’s back with his left hand, placing his index and middle finger where his thumb was before. 

He’s relentless with his languid movements, rubbing crop circles into her bundle of flesh. He could do this all day -  have her sit pretty on top of him while he fucks her, slip his fingers between her velvet folds and revel in the way she pines for him.

 He’s back as she gasps, nails digging into his shoulders while she rocks forward. “There, fuck Shawn” and her arms sling around his neck while he chuckles into her chin. 

He’s so fucked, watching her fuck herself on his fingers – grinding up and down to his calculated movements. 

“Here?” he asks – pressing his skilled fingers into her sweet spot – she whines, nodding against his lips. Shawn grins wide – smug, hocked on the way he’s making her feel. “What do you want sweets? Tell me” he then coos. 

He moves his hand and starts rubbing her clit with his free thumb, grabbing onto her underwear clad ass with his now spare hand, manoeuvring her to the movements of his fingers. She suddenly gets embarrassed, hiding herself in the depth of his throat.

Shawn chuckles “Aw come on babe, don’t hide from me” sliding his hand from her ass to her chin, he gets her to face him, tipping her chin up to he can kiss across the skin there. “Tell me what you want”

She gulps and faces the ceiling. The words tumble from her lips like a welcomed prayer “Fuck me, Shawn – I want you to fuck me” and Shawn almost growls at her order. 

She’s wet enough, slick against his fingers so he pulls them from her, hearing her breathe out a whine as he drags them to his lips. 

She watches as he tastes her, sucking on the digits like cookie batter off of a spoon and she chews on her bottom lip – lost in the graphic image. 

She’s already unbuckled his jeans, and before he has a chance to tell her how good she tastes, she’s pulling the trousers down just enough to free his dick. 

She then slips his full, damp boxers down and delicately takes his cock in her hands, running the pre-cum over the tip with her tongue between her teeth. “Babe – please” Shawn goes, hushing in a gasp. 

“So needy” she then tuts in return, and Shawn’s eyes splay open at her. She giggles at his reaction, and before he can say anything - send her a snide remark in return - she looks around the car. “You got anything?” Shawn blinks open. “Shit yeah-“and while he rubs his eyes, he motions to the glove box. “In the thing”

“The thing yeah?” she giggles, and she leans over and opens the lid, finding a couple of condoms stashed in there along with a car manual. 

Coming back to his lap, she rips one open with her teeth and discards the packaging onto the dash board, turning back to roll the condom onto his cock. 

Shawn watches her with hooded lids. It’s the second time she’s done this to him, and yet it feels so natural as if they’ve done it millions of times before. 

He’s back when she nods to herself, back when she lifts herself up, moves her underwear to the side and brushes the tip across her slit with her lip between her teeth, concentrated furrow in her brows before she sinks down around him – the depth of her cunt swallowing his cock inch by inch.

Shawn watches as he disappears inside of her, mesmerised by the way she looks, all tousled up by the previous feel of his fingers and he throws his head back when she bottoms out – groaning low and loud into the heated car. 

She falls forward immediately, rocking into him as she takes his lips in her own, waking him from his pleasure filled bliss. 

She moans: breathless into the expanse of his mouth and she’s clinging to him like a vine – nails in his hair, chest splayed out against his. 

Shawn’s doing the same – gripping onto her hips, holding her steady until she gives him the signal to move. She does it for him, however, slowly – oh so slowly rocking up into him with a roll of her hips, moving with him when his back falls against his seat again.

This is what Shawn wants. What he’s wanted for a while now – to feel her again, no unplaced nerves, all loose limbs and lust, fucking to the sound of the cinematic rain and slow R ‘n’ B pumping through the stereo system. 

Every movement is deliberate as he lets her grind into him, head in his neck and hands on his chest - mouth moving against his jaw as his skin absorbs her breathy whining. 

Shawn shoves her skirt up around her waist and he’s gripping onto her underwear clad hips, jaw exposed, collar bone flushed – lost in her while she fucks him. 

“Feel so fuckin good” he manages to spurt out, grasping onto any semblance of sanity when she replies with a shattered giggle.

She’s not laughing anymore however, because he takes it upon himself to brace her against him and fuck up into her, cutting off her giggle with a groan. 

With one arm around her back and the other on her ass, he guides her body with his movements – feeding off of her when she weeps into him. 

Then she’s clinging onto his jaw and bringing his lips up to hers, swallowing the way he grunts at the feel of her slick walls around him. 

Hooked on the way she moans his name, Shawn knows he’s never going to get enough of this – especially when he feels her legs start to tremble and breathing pick up.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck “Baby baby baby” he goes, voice low, rough and broken and she replies “Shawn-“ and it’s all she can whine out because the heat is back and it’s building, coiling and twisting in the pit of her stomach. 

He angles his hips, gripping onto her like a vine and it takes all of his will power not to come right there – wants her to come first though, wants to last for her. 

It’s when he’s bucking up into her, cheek pressed up against her ear that she whimpers his name again, saying “Shawn - I’m gonna come” It’s an angelic declaration – something so dirty that it’s almost innocent, and Shawn nods in return. He’s a writhing mess himself, red blushed and sweating, and he feels her walls tighten around his cock in warning. “Fuck!” Shawn curses, ready to come himself. 

“Come on pretty – wanna see you come, wanna feel you” He takes one hand off of her ass and places it at her pussy, rubbing figure eights into her swollen clit and it’s enough to send her whirling – the harsh feeling fluttering over her groin.

She squeals, shaking – the feeling amplified by his cock fucking up into her. 

“I can’t” she mewls into his ear – whining. The feeling is overwhelming and her hand flies out to the window, fingers smudging across the condensation.  

“I got you babe, come on” and he does, chest splayed out against hers. 

The sweet feeling envelops her, consuming her whole body and she’s trembling as she comes, throwing her head back in a mess of hair and swollen lips and Shawn’s gone for, watching the way she rides out her orgasm in a flustered mess. 

He’s not going to last any longer, and he doesn’t, because when her cunt squeezes his cock for the last time he comes into the condom, holding her body steady against him. 

He groans out her name and “Fuck! Shit!” spills from his mouth, feeling her lips tracing over his cheek while she calms from her own come down. 

After Shawn’s emptied himself into her, they sit for a second – breathing heavily in the clouded atmosphere of the sports car. They’ve forgotten their surroundings, but not each other.

The air is thick with their fucking, and Shawn’s holding onto her limply, trying to wake himself from his post orgasm bliss. 

He’s a bit useless after coming usually, but he has to drive back – plus he’s got a beautiful girl sitting on top of him, glowing form her orgasm and she’s kissing at his jaw through her laboured breathing. 

Shawn reaches up and pinches the bridge of his nose over her shoulder. 

“Fuck - you gotta gimmie a minute” and as she giggles he leans back and lays his head on the neck rest. She moves to face him, holding his stumble encrusted jaw. 

She’s so fucking beautiful, and Shawn want’s to tell her, but he can’t bring himself to give her a verbal compliment. Instead he brushes her hair out of her face, running it behind her ear as she smiles against his lips. 

“Take all the time you need babe – I’m right here” and she is, and Shawn hopes that she always will be.

[terselylove]

All you need to Know About Heaven’s Gate in Bali (Pura Lempuyang)

INDONESIA

Pura Lempuyang is a cluster of Bali temples located high up on Mount Lempuyang. They are some of the oldest, most sacred and well-regarded Balinese temples. It’s on this mountain that you’ll find the Gates of Heaven in Bali, one of the most iconic and most instagrammable photo spots in Indonesia.

Heaven’s Gate in Bali has been made famous by these images which show people, often in romantic poses, standing between the gates at sunrise or sunset with what looks like a pool of water in front of them. It’s a pretty magical photo, but it all engineered, as I found out the hard way. I’ll explain more about the Lempuyang Temple photo trick later on.

Spoiler alert: the “pool of water” at Pura Lempuyang is an illusion!

In this post, I’m going to tell you all about my experience at Pura Lempuyang Luhur, what I regret about it and how I would do things differently if I were to visit again. I hope that this post will shed some light on what visiting Pura Lempuyang is really like so that you can decide how best to plan your visit or if you want to visit at all.

Keep reading for all you need to know about visiting Pura Lempuyang Bali and getting photos at the “Gates of Heaven”, Bali.

When is Lempuyang Temple Open?

Pura Lempuyang is open every day, seven days a week, from 7am in the morning to 5pm in the afternoon. That said, if you’re hoping to avoid huge queues at the temples, I’d recommend arriving at 5am or earlier. You might think this to be absolutely ridiculous and overly cautious. That was my attitude too when the taxi company suggested we aim to arrive at this time. And I regretted it. Don’t make the same mistakes I did. There will definitely be queues forming before 7am.

Do you need to book in advance to visit Lempuyang Temple?

You don’t need to book tickets in advance to visit the Lempuyang temples, however, as most visitors come from quite far away, you will need to book your car or tour before the day of your trip since, as I mentioned above, you will be leaving very early in the morning.

How to get to Pura Lempuyang

One of the most common ways for tourists to go on excursions in Bali is by ordering a private car for your group. I was travelling in a group of three so this worked quite well for us and it wasn’t too expensive as you pay per car, rather than per person.

Whilst the idea of a private car might seem pretty bougie, the price was roughly the same as booking three individual spots on a big bus tour so it was a no brainer for us.

We hired a private car from Ubud and arrange for it to pick us up at our hotel at 7am in the morning. Pura Lempuyang is located in East Bali so it was a very, very long drive up to Mount Lempuyang and we did not arrive until around 9:45am.

By this time, huge queues had formed, which is why I absolutely recommend that you arrive before 7am in the morning if you’re hoping to visit the temples and get that iconic Bali Gate photo.

This cost 700,000 IDR (£40/$50) in total, which worked out as £13.50 or $16.50 each.

Book a car and tour to Lempuyang Temple here

When we arrived at the car park before Pura Lempuyang temples, we paid for a motorbike to take us the rest of the way. The cars and coaches can’t go right up to the Gates of Heaven so you’ll either have to walk or pay for a short motorcycle ride up. The motorbike cost 20,000 IDR (£1.24/ $1.42) each way and is a set price.

Word of warning: The mountain is very steep so you’ll need to hold on tight. You won’t be given a helmet so please consider the safety implications of this before you choose to hop on. For me, this ended up being one of the most fun parts of the day as it was rather exhilarating and there are amazing views.

What happens when you get to Pura Lempuyang?

So what happens when you actually reach Pura Lempuyang Temple? We paid a fee of 20,000 IDR (£1.24/ $1.42) to borrow a sarong and gain entrance to the temple complex. There’s no set entrance fee but from looking at the register the norm seemed to be 10,000 IDR so we donated that sum each and then paid a further 10,000 IDR for the sarong hire

Bear in mind that you must wear a sarong, even if you are already wearing long trousers or a long skirt, so please bring your own or be willing to borrow one here.

After we’d wrapped the sarongs around our waists, we headed to the Bali Gate. And my feeling when I first laid eyes on it was one of… disappointment. The gates look much less impressive in real life than they do in photographs.

For one, there’s no water at the foot of the gates, just concrete. The “water” is a clever phone camera illusion.

The Gateway to Heaven is also not as tall as it looks in images. Most of the images are taken from a very low angle, making the gates look tall and impressive.

Opposite the Gates of Heaven is a set of stairs with dragons and greenery, which is arguably more impressive than the Bali Gates themselves and there are much fewer people taking photos here.

How to get photos of the Gates of Heaven, Bali

By the time we joined the queue for photos at the Gates of Heaven, it was around 10am. I know that people said the queue could often be 2-3 hours but from looking at it, it seemed pretty short so we decided to give it a go. I misjudged the size of the queue completely and it did indeed take between two and three hours for us to reach the front. We had our photos taken at about 12:45pm, the sun was beating down on us and it was sweltering.

Thankfully there’s a shelter under which the queue snakes so you are only exposed to the sun when you first join the queue and when you are approaching first place in line. Since you’re going to be under here for quite a while, I’d recommend bringing a book to read. I managed to read an entire novel whilst waiting to take my photo here. Yes, a whole book.

Since the queue was so long, I watched group after group taking the shots. And, to be honest, this part is quite fun. You watch groups scrabble into different positions and there’s lots of giggling and laughing from both the people having their photos taken as well as the people queuing. You’ll have plenty of time to plan your poses in advance. And you’ll need to.

The way that the photo-taking process is run is really quite militant. There’s a small group of photo helpers, local Balinese people, who take your camera and phone to take the photos. After each photo has been taken, they shout “next!” so you know when to move into the next pose. There are only about 10 seconds in between each round of “next”.

It’s simultaneously impressive and horrifying. Impressive that the locals have devised such an efficient system and horrifying that such a meaningless Instagram exercise takes place at a temple. These helpers stand out in the boiling sun all day to take these photos so tip them generously for doing so. There’s no set fee, they’ll accept whatever you give them.

You’re allowed do around 3 or 4 different poses before they tell your group to move on. If you keep going, there’s nothing they can really do to stop you though. You’re also allowed to do individual shots and then come back together at the end for some group ones.

How are the Bali Gate photos faked?

I’m sure you’re wondering at this point how the Bali Gate photos are faked. The reason that the cameramen take both your phone and your camera is that using your phone (whatever smartphone you have), they can use a reflective tool pressed up against the camera lens to create the illusion of a reflection. This is how it the Lempuyang Temple photo trick works and how it looks like there’s water at Lempuyang. The reflected blue is actually just the blue sky.

NB. The photo helpers will need to take your phone case off to do this so make sure your phone is one that can be easily removed from its case when you reach the front so there’s not too much faffing.

As the photo helpers are sat on very low stools, the angle from which they take the photos is very low. This means that you cannot see anything between the gates but blue skies, which creates the illusion of the gates floating in a pool of water in the sky. It’s very clever but very disappointing.

How to get photos at the Bali Gate without queueing

If you want to get a photo of the Bali “Gates of Heaven” without queueing for hours, you can do so by standing close by the photographers in the centre of the square and being prepped to start shooting as soon as one group moves off.

You’ll have a very short window between groups to take pictures (honestly less than a minute) but if you’re ready to snap away as soon as one group moves off, you should get an unobstructed photo of the Bali Gate.

You might even be able to get one of yourself with the Bali Gates of Heaven in the background if you stand just ahead of the group of photo helpers and get a friend to snap a well-angled pic very quickly. Your body will probably block anyone standing between the gates in the background too. In between groups, you can also hurry forwards to go down the steps on the other side of the gate 

The third way to take pictures with the Bali Gates is to take a photo from the other side of the gate. To do this, you’ll need to run forwards when there’s a gap between groups and make your way down the stairs on the other side pretty quickly.

Once you’ve got down a few steps, your head should be out of sight of the people from the other side and you can take your photos in peace. There might be one or two other groups down here but generally, people are much more concerned about taking photos from the other side of these steps so this bit remains quite quiet!  

From here, you can then take photos from the bottom of the steps, looking upwards to the gate. Obviously, this is a different and less desirable angle, but it still looks nice and, crucially, you don’t have to queue for 3 hours to get it.

Should you visit the Bali Gate of Heaven?

I suppose now the question to ask yourself is whether or not you should visit the Bali Gate of Heaven. If you want to avoid the most tourist-ridden areas of Bali, then I’d say you should give this one a miss. I thought that it was a cultural experience coupled with amazing photo opportunities but unfortunately it is simply the latter.

It really dismayed me to see people at the most sacred temple in Bali, blatantly disrespecting the rules for a photo opportunity. For example, they discourage yoga poses here, especially those where the feet are held up high. This is seen as disrespectful and yet people do it anyway. The photo helpers will shout at you to stop if they see you doing this and wait for you to move into a different position.

The photo opportunity here is certainly not an experience I’d ever repeat and not one I’d recommend. If you want to come for a tour of the temples, that’s a different story, and will require your own research.

My experience at Pura Lempuyang temple was a great learning experience for me. It was a stark reminder to thoroughly research what an experience offers before booking it, especially when it’s in a place as touristy as Bali.

As an Instagrammer, I love beautiful images and work hard to get “the shot”. However, driving for several hours and then queuing for several hours more for a few seconds of photo taking is definitely not the sort of activity I want to participate in or promote.

Another positive is that since Pura Lempuyang is so far away from where most tourists stay, I was able to get a glimpse into what I think is “real” Balinese life on the drive up the mountain. At least, it seemed more real than what I saw in the centres of Ubud and Seminyak.

I saw locals washing in the river (even a man fully naked from the roadside!) as well as locals washing clothes in the river and hanging them out to dry. I also saw locals out working in the rice paddies, which seemed much more authentic than anything at Tegalalang. When I visited the latter, there wasn’t much rice around as it had just been harvested so I suspected that the men wandering around with baskets on their shoulders were doing it for the donations.

I also managed to read half my book in the queue proving, once again, that you should always carry a book with you. I still remember finishing Still Me by Jojo Moyes in this queue, silently crying my eyes out and hoping my friends wouldn’t notice. Of course, I’d have much rather been reading that book by the pool at my Bali hotel though. Desperately clutching for positives here.

What’s the best way to see Lempuyang Temple?

I’m not saying don’t go to Pura Lempuyang at all. But I am saying don’t go and queue for that photo. It was hugely disappointing for me to find that Bali’s oldest temples are simply a tourist hotspot now and I regret that I did not discover this in advance so that I could either plan a more meaningful trip or avoid it altogether.

I don’t think the other temples on the mountain are anywhere near as touristy and I imagine that a day trip to this region to visit all seven temples with a good guide would be quite interesting. I believe you have to be quite fit for this and it takes around 4 hours to see all the temples. 

Quick tips for visiting Pura Lempuyang

Book a car for your group in advanceGet to Pura Lempuyang before 7am if you want a photo of yourself between the Bali GatesBring a book to read or something to do if you decide to queueConsider simply taking a photo of the Bali Gate, without you in it to avoid queueingBe respectful – this is a temple, not just a photo opportunityMake a plan to visit a number of the temples in this region.

[sweetersuga]

Coquette

bts x fuckgirl!reader (ft. kim yugyeom) high school!au | warnings: smut, sexual themes, polygamy, angst, foul language, cheating

genre: angst, romance, smut

summary: High school was the moment where everyone’s hormones blew up out of control, and you definitely hadn’t gone unnoticed. Typically, you’d hear the stories about evil boys playing and using girls, but that wasn’t the case; at least not when it came to you. Some called you scandalous, but you knew what you wanted, and aiming for the kill was as simple as uttering the words “I love you” to a boy who had fallen in far too deep to realize where he went wrong.

continuation status: yes | possibly | no

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word count: 1,784

“So you’re telling me she just blocked you?” Jimin’s hushed voice made its way passed Jungkook’s ears who furiously slammed his locker closed, catching the eyes of a few surrounding students who whispered silently to each other. Jungkook was beyond embarrassed as he told his fellow classmate, not to mention best friend, Jimin, what happened the previous night with you.

He could remember every detail clearly.

The way your lips quirked into a small grin as your hand found itself trapped tightly between the leather of his jeans and the base of his crotch. The way you looked up at him, almost as if to ask, “How’s this feel?” but he knew you already knew that you were beyond skilled to ask such him such a humble question. He admired the way you expertly managed to bring him nearly too close to the edge, yet brought him back down to sanity each time, almost as if you could tell when he would burst into the palm of your hand.

And how could he forget the moment your lips ghosted over his neck? Just thinking about it made the hairs raise up and down his back, arms, legs. You had insisted on him letting you get off first, though. And he had absolutely no problem with that whatsoever.

But Jungkook knew your plan. That is, once it was too late. He had been your first victim. Well, not necessarily first, but to put it specifically, the first in his small group of friends. He knew it the moment that he got you off, you stood up and politely excused yourself from his house, then once you were two blocks down, you blocked his number. He told himself he wouldn’t have fallen for your charms, but that was the thing - your charms are what drew him in in the first place. You had a way of presenting yourself so differently from the other girls at school. It almost seemed as, even though you were still a year younger than him, you portrayed yourself as a woman amongst the swarms of teenage girls who only had the thoughts of winning the hearts of their crushes in their minds.

Jungkook liked that about you. Of course, he would never admit it, as he himself had a reputation to live up to at school, but when his friends started joking about how he’d look good with you (merely image wise, of course) he thought he had this one all in the palm of his hand, never realizing that you’d - quite literally - have him in the palm of yours.

Jungkook was snapped out of his thoughts when Jimin nudged his ribs a little too hard for his liking, yet he looked over in the direction that the other boy had not so discreetly pointed to, eyes widening in disbelief at the sight.

There you were, arms linked together with one of the biggest fuckboys in school, Kim Yugyeom, as he peppered short, small kisses on the side of your forehead. You giggled bashfully and playfully hit his arm before wiping the area he had attacked with kisses, and that’s when your sneaky eyes connected with Jungkook’s angered ones.

You watched as he began to take a step forward closer to you as you and the boy known as Yugyeom walked down the hall, and you could only sigh in amusement while Jimin held the taller boy back by his arm.

“Don’t cause a scene, it’ll only just make things worse.” Jimin whispered in Jungkook’s ear. He just scoffed in denial, and watched in pain and defeat as you continued off down the hallway, until you made a left turn, vanishing from his sight. 

The thing is, you never made any unrealistic promises or gave off any ideas, that would lead the boys to thinking they could be the special one to “change” you. Everyone knew about nearly every boy toy you had from the school, and some even believed you had gone as far as to sleep with other guys from outside of school. You never did, but you knew there was no point in defending yourself. You weren’t a saint, just like most of the other boys you messed with weren’t, but as long as by the end of the day you got what you wanted, that was more than enough motivation to keep you going.

Once the doors opened and class was out, everyone scrambled to head out of the large building, anticipated to get home, but you had other ideas in mind.

You and Yugyeom had made an agreement to meet up in the 2nd floor’s janitor room earlier in advance. You couldn’t deny the way his plump lips poked out into a small pout, and his his eyebrows raised into innocent, straight lines - but what really convinced you was the way his hands dominantly pinned you against his body tightly as you both stood at the steps of the entrance to the building.

Yugyeom’s hands ran up your side as his tongue slipped past your already separated lips and you ran your fingers through his hair while your other hand wrapped itself around his throat. He hitched your uniform skirt up till it was bunched around your waist and he lifted your legs up, you instinctively wrapping them around his hips while he pushed up closer against you.

He ground his hips into yours and you let out soft pant as your lips parted from each other, and he immediately started dragging his tongue up and down your neck, trailing it all the way from your collarbones to right underneath your earlobe where your jawline stopped. The friction and heat from his clothed crotch caused the dampness to worsen in your panties, and you could already feel an orgasm building up in your stomach.

“Yugyeom,” you panted, tilting your head to the side away from his swollen lips. “do you really plan on getting off inside of a dusty old closet?”

“Hell yeah,” he purred, fingers managing to unbutton the first couple of buttons on your school shirt so he could reach inside to grope your breasts. His other hand gripped at your bottom to hold you up comfortably. “you weren’t complaining before, so why start now?”

You were about to retort with a witty reply, when there was an abrupt knock on the door, causing Yugyeom to extract his hand from your breast within lightening speed and set you down, leaving you to button your shirt back up while he wiped the spit from his lips off on the back of his hand. You shot Yugyeom a dirty look while he simply stood there with a smug grin, before you turned the light off in the room and slowly opened the door, internally cringing as it creaked with each inch you pushed it open.

You were met with the disgusted and disappointed look of the 2nd floor janitor and he shook his balding head, letting out an exasperated sigh as he motioned for you to leave. Yugyeom followed out after you quietly, shortly bowing to the janitor who shook his head in disbelief and entered the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

“That,” you motioned towards the door. “is why I started complaining.”

He gave you a deep chuckle and pulled you close to him, tilting your chin up to reach your lips with his own briefly, before separating. “Meet me later at 9? My parents won’t be home.”

You nodded confidently and gave him a wink before pulling your figure out of his hold and sent him a short wave as he spun around, and strutted off down the hall to the staircase.

You nearly jumped when you heard a scoff come from your right. Turning your head curiously, your eyebrows raised in surprise once you noticed it was Jungkook leaning against the railing. He still had the same pissed off look from earlier, except a smirk played on his lips. The way he looked at you intimidated you, yet you couldn’t help but feel slightly turned on.

“So, that’s the kind of girl you really are, eh? Can’t believe I didn’t see that one coming.”

“What?” you scoffed with a roll of your eyes. “I thought you’d have it all figured out by now.” your voice was dripping with sarcasm, except you were dead serious.

“Nah, not that. I meant I never saw you as the type of girl to actually fuck someone in the janitors closet. Thought people only did that shit in movies.” Jungkook slightly yawned, hand coming up to cover his mouth.

“Ah.. Well, I guess you don’t know me that much, then.”

Jungkook clicked his tongue and tilted his head to the side. “Can’t deny that one.” he stood up straight, kicking off of the railing.

“What is it that you want, Jungkook? I told you when we got involved that I didn’t want any feelings attached.”

“Who says I’m attached?” by now you scoffed and his eyebrows raised. “But Yugyeom? Seriously? That’s a low blow, even for you.”

“What?” you chuckled. “We’re similar. We both have only one thing on our minds. Do you really think I’d actually date someone like him? You must be out of it, Kook.”

Jungkook raised his hands up in defense and began walking down the stranded hallway, eyes never leaving your figure. “Alright, if you say so! But y/n, remember not to send him any pics. Wouldn’t want your body sent out everywhere, now would you? Even though, I’d say about half the school’s already seen it anyways.”

“Oh, but you weren’t complaining about that when you-”

“What is wrong with you children today!?” the door slammed open. The janitor motioned for you and Jungkook to leave as he exited the room with mopping supplies in his hand, exhaling deeply, filling the air with cigarette smoke. You nodded and bowed respectfully before heading down to where Jungkook was who still stood in the exact same spot. He almost seemed frozen except for his head and neck, which slowly turned to follow your movements, and he stared you down as the top of your head was now nose level with him.

“You can think whatever you want of me hon, but at the end of the day, me “screwing you over” or whatever you’d like to call it doesn’t justify how you’ve cheated on past girlfriends either. Go ahead and believe whatever it is you want, but while you’re at it, go and reflect a little.”

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@leonygunawan said: HI ITS ME AGAIN!! i want to request a zach dempsey imagine where y/n are very close friends to jeff and at the night of the very very tragic accident y/n were with zach when clay called you THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE YOU💖💖

Author’s Note: Warning! Character death ahead.

ZACH X READER

"Zach," you warn, narrowing your eyes and planting your hands on your hips as you stand in front of the TV. "Don't give me those puppy eyes. We are not watching Transformers again. We've seen it three times this week."

"But we watched Titanic all last month," he pouts. 

"It's a classic!"

"A classic that you constantly feel asleep to ten minutes in and then managed to miraculously wake up right when they hit the iceberg."

You scoff. "'Cause that's when the good stuff starts happening!"

"Mhm. We're watching Transformers."

"The hell we are."

"You tell him, girl," Mrs. Dempsey mutters, padding barefoot through her own home with a wine glass in hand before heading upstairs. 

Your eyes widen in surprise, you having momentarily forgotten she was home even if she was less scary behind closed doors. But Zach's mom was still low key scary at home, she never letting herself relax and was always seen in a crisp white blouse and pencil skirt.

Zach chortles at your moment of utter terror, but you quickly calm and lunge forward to slap his knee in retaliation. "Whatever. Put on Transformers. Or better yet," you suddenly perk up, "what about Maximum Overdrive? I know your dad has it and it's been years since I've seen that hilariously, creepy movie."

He shrugs. "Yeah. Sure. Let me go grab it from his den." As Zach pushes himself up and off the couch, he hums as he presses a chaste kiss to your lips and then hurries out of the room before you can even reciprocate. 

You giggle as he disappears from view, fingers briefly brushing against your lips since you can't stop smiling. Zach was the ultimate jock, occasionally showing his sweet side, but since you've been dating it's been cute gestures and surprise kisses nearly every day. 

He quickly returns with the movie, tossing it to you to put on while he grabs some drinks and popcorn. Then quickly settling down, you grab up your phone and snap a quick goofy selfie with him and make sure to include the buttery popcorn in the pic as well.

"Who are you sending that to?" He laughs as he sees your typing away on your phone.

"Jeff. I'm showing him what he's missing out on. He could have spent the evening with us, but no," you drawl. "He just had to go party it up like every other typical teenager."

"Need I remind you that you were moments away from attending said party, too?" Zach muses. "You only stayed behind because I decided not to go at the last minute."

"Shush. Don't talk." You reach out with your left hand, blindly searching for his mouth and gently covering it. "Ow!" You then yelp when you feel teeth nip you. Looking at Zach, he's smirking victoriously before grabbing up your hand and pressing kisses to your fingertips. "Jerk."

"You love me," he teases in return. "Now put your phone away and lets watch this movie. You have to be out of here by twelve, remember? Mom's orders."

"Yeah, yeah."

You and Zach proceed to get through the entire movie cuddled up on the couch before eleven thirty, you then collecting your dishes and walking them over to the kitchen to wash. Mrs. Dempsey joins you after coming downstairs, handing over her wine glass as you hold your hand out for it. 

As you're drying the dishes, you hear your phone start to ring from the living room. Zach soon walks into the kitchen, holding your up your phone. "Jensen's calling you." He frowns at the device, but you know he's not mad. He's just curious as to why Clay would be calling this late at night since you weren't that close as friends.

"Answer it," you shrug and continue cleaning up.

He does, answering the call with a cheerful, "Hello?" Several seconds pass in silence and then, "What?"

Glancing up, Zach looks a little pale. He's wide-eyed, speechless and you suddenly have a very bad feeling.

"Sweetie?" Mrs. Dempsey calls out, apparently having noticed it as well. "What's wrong?"

He pulls the phone away from his ear, staring at it as the screen blackens with the ended call. Then looking up straight at you, he gulps. "It's Jeff," he says somberly. "There's been an accident. It's bad."

The bowl slips from your hands and lands in the sink with a clatter, your eyes widening in horror. "What?"

"We have to go. Now," he says urgently. 

As Zach backpedals out of the room, you glance at his mother and she suddenly looks sober for having just finished drinking a whole bottle of wine all by herself. "Go," she says as she meets your gaze. "I'll call your mother and let her know there's been an emergency."

"Y/N! Let's go!" Zach yells from the front room.

"Thank you."

You hurriedly make your way out of the kitchen and towards the front door, eyes already misting over as numerous scenarios play out through your head. You're in such a rush that you completely forgo any shoes and your jacket, and slam the door behind you as you run towards Zach's already running car.

No words are exchanged as Zach drives as fast as he dares, you watching as the quiet neighborhood passes you by. Your hands tremble in your lap, bottom lip caught between your teeth to help stifle the sobs that so badly want to break free.

Far sooner than you expected, Zach's screeching to halt near the intersection of Tanglewood and Bay Street. There's already a small crowd gathering, blue and red lights flashing ominously. Though as you throw open the passenger door and practically fall out of the car in a rush to get to the scene of the accident, your mind registers too late the eerily quietness of the police officers and EMTs lingering around.

You see Jeff's tan car with it's hood bent inward and your stomach sinks. There's a yellow tarp covering the windows and your heart breaks next because you know the only reason the yellow tarps come out is to hide a body from view.

"No," you mumble, tears falling faster now. Yellow caution tape keeps a perimeter around the entire accident, but you duck underneath it and dodge a few officers who try to stop you. "Jeff. Jeff!" You yell frantically. 

You make it to the driver side door, but before you can get any closer arms are encircling your waist and lifting you up. "Put me down! He's my friend. I need to- we need-"

"Babe," Zach sadly murmurs in your ear. "Stop. There's nothing we can do. We can't be here."

"Put me down, Dempsey, or I swear to God-"

"There's shattered glass," he tells you, "and you're in socks."

The fight instantly drains out of you as police officers kindly tell Zach you can't be behind the tape and Zach apologizes on both your behalves. You stare in utter defeat as the flashing lights clash with that of the yellow tarp and the sobs finally break free.

You hear Zach break after you, but he's quick to pull himself back together and pick you up with one arm behind your back and the other behind your knees. You hide your face in the crook of his neck, sobbing uncontrollably and wondering how the hell you ended up in this situation.

Your best friend is gone and there's nothing that can bring him back.

♪♫Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness and I would have stayed up with you all night had I known how to save a life ♪♫

The next couple of days pass by in a blur, you in a constant state of tears and angry bickering with fellow students at school. Apparently there had been numerous alcohol containers in Jeff's vehicle so it was assumed he was drunk, but you and Zach knew better. Jeff wasn't that stupid. And after cornering those who you knew attended Jessica's party, you finally found out from Clay that Jeff wasn't drunk when he’d last seen him before he left and you find out from Sheri that Jeff was only on a beer run which is why there were so many containers.

But people were stuck in their judgments and the school had no problem plastering Drunk Driving posters to warn you off making the same mistake.

Zach hadn't taken his friend's death easy either, he holding you together at school while you held him together at home. Both your parents were lenient with you staying together passed curfew in your time of need and didn't bother you when you didn't feel like talking.

The day of the funeral soon arrives and you're all out of tears. You dress all in black, keeping everything simple, and Zach picks you up almost as soon as you're ready. 

While Zach drives you, your left hand is clasped tightly with his right hand over the center console and the closer you get to the cemetery, you realize you did still have some tears after all. Zach then parks, but the both of you sit quietly to prepare yourselves to say goodbye to your friend. 

Pressing a kiss to the back of your hand, Zach then clears his throat. "Come on. It's time." His voice still cracks there at the end.

Sniffling, you check your eye makeup before exiting the vehicle and then walk slowly to the other side of the car where Zach is waiting for you with an outstretched hand. He pulls you into a lingering hug, his head resting atop yours as you both stare at the funeral about to take place atop the hill. 

You sigh miserably as more and more people show up. "Do we have to say goodbye?"

“Don’t think of it as a goodbye. It’s just a see you later.”

♪♫It's been a long day without you, my friend, and I'll tell you all about it when I see you again. We've come a long way from where we began. Oh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again♪♫

Author's Note: Come. Come be sad with me. These are the songs I listened to for inspiration. ‘How To Save a Life’, ‘See You Again’, and ‘Hear You Me’. I highly recommend listening to these songs. Especially the second two. Trust me!

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The bus had picked up the group early that morning. They were all members of a singles activities club, and today the schedule sent the young men and women hiking up to a mountain lake. Nick instantly recognized her, and his thoughts flashed back to a secret moment earlier in the afternoon.

As half the group returned to the water in the hot sun Nick started to hike around the lake. After several miles up narrow trails and steep stairs many of the hikers immediately jumped into the cold water. After lunch the group split up til three, when the descent was to begin. He easily recognized fellow singles on the hike. Hed made out most of the way around when he found a sunlit beach, nestled between old rock slides. The tall redhead was Margaret, an administrative assistant he had first met at his job. The taller of the two brunettes was Alison, a graduate student for whom this was her first event. "So, did you like the view? Excited by the potential of a quick naked swim Nick had started towards the beach only to realize it was already occupied. Shed been the one who persuaded him to join the club but he had transferred departments and they hadnt been to many of the same events. The last woman was a compactly beautiful brunette named Sally. Stopping behind a large boulder Nick stared down at the three women who had already discovered the sheltered cove. Nick had been immediately drawn by her long legs in her tight shorts but she barely acknowledged him when hed tried to talk to her during the bus ride to the trail head. They were as much an item as was allowed within the club. Margaret lay on her back on a flat rock, chatting with Alison. Shed been the first person to greet Nick when hed first joined, raising his hopes of quickly ending his status as a single man, but since then hed discovered she was outgoing to everyone, very flirtatious, but essentially unavailable, going home with mainly one guy, David. Initially he worried that hed been spotted but after a moment none of the women gave any indication they were aware of being watched. Nick had considered her attractive but had never really studied her body and had never noticed just how gorgeous she was. Sally lay next to Alison on a towel, sunbathing in a black tied bikini. Nick only glanced at Alison before staring at his former coworker. From his vantage point Nick could see each woman clearly. " Surprised by the unexpected voice Nick started and then looked up at the young woman standing in the isle of the bus. Due to her dark sunglasses Nick could only guess that she was asleep since she hadnt moved and she wasnt participating in the conversation beside her. Afraid hed been spotted the young man got ready to disappear but Sally never even looked towards him, instead watching where Margaret and Alison had disappeared out into the lake. Margaret had chosen a bright green two piece, showing off her body in the bright sunlight. The brown haired beauty was starting out at the lake, a towel tied around her waist, her body outlined by a dark blue swimsuit. After a moment she grabbed her towel and walked towards the slide nearest Nick. However Sally had declined the invitation and as the other two women started out of the cove Sally stood and watched them go. Glorifying in the beauty below him Nick couldnt help but sigh when Alison persuaded Margaret to go for a swim. Nick knew Sally occasionally slept with other guys but he wasnt looking for a mere hookup, but instead was hoping for something more. For a moment Nick could see her groin perfectly, but then Sally reached down and hid herself with her hand. At first she just massaged between her legs but then she leaned back, spread herself wide, and went to work with both hands. Nicks disappointment didnt last long for Sally began to pleasure herself right below his hiding spot. Quietly he reached inside his shorts and started jerking off as Sally kept pleasuring herself. When he looked back Sallys back was arched with ecstasy, her face holding an expression of intense concentration as her nipples hardened and her body shook with her orgasm. Silently Nick watched her fingers disappear between her lips, her hips bouncing with her own movements, her other hand rubbing her clit hard and fast. Quietly the two lay in their respective positions, the young man hidden above, rubbing at his shorts to spread his ejaculation around to dry, the naked brunette below, sweaty and breathless in the afternoon sun. Intently watching the young woman fondle herself Nick quickly found himself filling his boxers with his load, momentarily distracting him from the spectacle below. Quickly Sally stepped behind a boulder, hiding herself from the water, but unknown to her staying perfectly within Nicks view. Above her, with a perfect view of all the action Nick couldnt help but reach down to his own crotch where his dick had gotten as hard as the rock he hid behind. Completely naked, Sally spread her towel on a log and sat down, spreading her legs. To his surprise Sally undid her top, dropping the clothing on a nearby rock, and then followed it with her bikini bottoms. Hed carefully gone out of his way so he didnt follow the three women to the trail. Nick, sure hed never see Sally undressed and completely unguarded again, carefully committed every inch of her body to memory, from her crinkled nipples to the neatly trimmed hair above her dripping pussy. He didnt want any of them suspecting hed spied on them within the cove, especially not Sally. But barely a minute had passed before splashing announced the return of Margaret and Alison. To get back in time for the hike down Nick had run through the brush and trees around the lake. Hed chosen the spot due to the dried stains of cum that covered the front of his shorts and that he knew Sally could plainly see. With a sigh Nick watched Sally quickly tie her bikini back on and walk out to met her friends. As the group hiked down to the waiting bus Nick carefully avoided the women, but couldnt resist occasionally stealing a glance at them. And now, looking down at him as hed looked down at her only hours before, stood Sally, who Nick would never be able to look at as he had before the days adventure. At first Nick didnt respond as thoughts whirled through his head. He was sure shed try to get him kicked out of the club for watching her private moment. " Nick asked after a second of confusion and uncertainty. But the way Sally was phrasing the question didnt appear to indicate displeasure with his voyeurism. Hoping for the sight of one of the other women changing out of her swimsuit Nick stayed in his hiding spot but was disappointed when the three merely pulled on their hiking clothes and headed back to the trail head. With a chuckle Sally sat down next to Nick. Though yes, I do like to enjoy natures stimulative effects from time to time. " Sally said again, staring at Nick in his seat in the back corner of the bus. " "Tease," Nick said boldly. "Yes, I enjoyed it thoroughly," Nick responded bravely. "Ill remember every minute of it fondly. "Nick, do you really think I like to go out and masturbate in the wild for no reason? Apparently his hiding spot hadnt been as secret as hed thought. " Sally asked in a low voice. " Sally asked with a raised eyebrow. As he fell silent to think back on the afternoons performance Sally reached over and felt his crotch, where his dick had been hardening ever since shed sat down next to him. His confidence was returning quickly due to Sallys open honesty. "Id have to say I definitely enjoyed you pulling down your bottoms," Nick answered after a moment of careful thought. Quickly he looked around but none of the other hikers were close enough to hear their quiet words. As she leaned forward to push the thin cloth down her legs she let the skirt cover herself again before Nick had the chance to see anything, but now she was naked beneath her outer attire. Surprised, Nick looked over at Sally to see her naughty smirk. " "What was your favorite part? "But Im surprised that you didnt think the later parts werent better than me just getting naked. He was sure Sally wasnt fooled by his reply but Nick was curious how she would respond to his obvious game. Sally dropped the bikini into Nicks lap. Nick made his next move, confident that he would be rewarded. "There, a souvenir," Sally said with a smile. " Sally looked at him critically. "Youre not bad looking so Id expect plenty of women would love to spread their legs for you. " For the hike Sally had worn a light skirt that brushed her knees, and now beside Nick she pulled it up, and hidden by the seat in front of them, slid her now visible bikini bottoms down off her hips. " "Now thats just sad, Nick. "Well, true, Ive seen women undressing before, but they dont often spread their legs for me right afterwards. And then you reached down and I thought you were going modest on me. "What, you mean like this? " "I hope I dispelled that impression. "Its hard to say," Nick replied. " Sally looked at him with a raised eyebrow, then stared forward. If you liked this post and you would certainly such as to get additional info relating to xxx girl on girl pics kindly browse through our own webpage. "When you started pleasuring yourself I nearly broke out of my hiding spot to run down and join in. "What exactly would you have done? Shed shed her bottoms but she still had left her skirt protecting her. " As he spoke Nick reached out to gently brush Sallys knee with his hand. "Well, true, but its been a while since one let me watch the way you did. Then he began to move his hand up her thigh, pushing her skirt up towards her naked crotch. " The game had been turned around, and now she was testing him, seeing how bold hed be. As Nick felt the curve of her abdomen Sally looked at him with that naughty smile, and slid her hand into his shorts. "Im not too aggressive so Id have waited til you invited me to join in, but then Id have started by touching you somewhere safe, like your leg. " Still looking straight ahead Sally reached down but instead of halting Nicks hand she merely lifted her skirt back over her legs, covering his advance. "I think you forgot to spread your legs for me, Sally," Nick said with a mock frown. " She had picked up on his game and was playing along. " "That you most certainly did," Nick replied. "I havent forgotten anything, Nick," Sally replied. " "And just how would you have greeted such a brazen move? "Youd see my hair, but thats it. "Well, I know Id have closed my legs, as youve discovered," Sally replied. Then he twitched as Sally squeezed his tip. As her fingers found the tip of his dick Nick slowly slid his own fingers down the warm skin of her belly til he felt short hairs but was blocked by her closed legs from exploring further. " With her free hand Sally reached behind her neck to release the tie there, then reached up under her shirt to untie the back. " "Id have told you to get as naked as I was," Sally replied, slowly pushing Nicks foreskin down his tip. " "And your breasts, dont forget that," Nick threw out, making another play. "But if youd have stepped out instead of just watching, things would have gone much different, and Im going to show you exactly what I mean. " "Trust me when I say you wouldnt have been disappointed. "Id wanted to see how hard my stripping had gotten you, whether or not you were oozing yet, just as Ive discovered how taking off my swimsuit right here has gotten you wet. " "Im sure," Sally replied. Sally responded by running her fingers down his cock. The tank top she wore was now filled with her ample breasts, her nipples pressing against the thin fabric. She pulled out her bikini top and dropped it next to the bottoms in Nicks lap. She echoed his actions, beginning to stroke him within his shorts. She nodded towards the front of the bus. "Then Id start towards the spot youd shown me, where your fingers waited to guide me to your special spots. "Wait," Sally whispered after a few moments of mutual pleasure. " "I cant wait," Sally whispered. Nick looked up to see Margaret staring back at the two of them. "Now, I better go chat with the girls before they suspect anything. "Then, after I had a chance to get a good look at you, just as youd gotten a good look at me, Id have spread myself to your touch. " As Sally finished speaking she relaxed her thighs, opening them just enough for Nick to push his hand lower, where his fingers found her wet lips, and between them her warm pussy. She looked back, then dropped her purse. As she knelt she carefully let her skirt catch on an armrest, hiking it up her bent back, showing off her naked pussy, peaking from between her legs. Hidden behind seat in front of him Nick reached down inside his shorts and stroked himself slowly as he recalled Sallys show in the cove. " As wonderful as things were Nick knew it was time for a break. By the time the bus reached the parking lot where everyone had parked Nick had brought himself to the edge of orgasm several times, but carefully avoided repeating his earlier messy moment. Relishing the view Nick sighed as she stood, covering herself, but after she flashed a smile back at him, he began reliving the afternoon. He wondered if she had any idea of all that had happened that afternoon, both in the back of the bus and up by the lake. Feeling her response Nick began to caress the flower hed seen so clearly earlier in the day. Waiting as the other hikers left the bus, Nick tried to catch Sallys eye, but instead only found an odd glance from Margaret. While unlocking his door he casually looked around and saw Sally leaving the restroom, now dressed in a heavy fitted dress that flared as it ran down her legs to cover her ankles. But now all Nick cared about was what Sally had in mind for him after knowing he had enjoyed her show. Nick could tell shed put on some underwear since bright red straps showed underneath the dress straps and when she bent over to adjust her sandals her butt was crossed by a ft v girl of panty lines. " As Sally walked up the isle of the bus Nick watched her, staring at her behind. " Not quite what hed hoped for. "Ready for some fun, Nick? When he looked at her Nick could see into her car, and Sally smiled. Hed always liked her, but Nick had never gotten the courage to see if they could be anything more than friends. She reached down to her legs, where the buttons of her dress ended at her thighs, and spread, pulling the dress open to show off bright red lace, her dark pubic hair clear underneath. " "Follow me," answered Sally, covering herself. " Nick just grinned as he jumped in his car. "And no playing with yourself til we get there. Sally politely made it easy for him to follow her and they soon stopped in front of a large apartment building. " "Your place or mine? Sally led the way through the maze of hallways til she stopped and unlocked a door. As Nick reached his car his hopes fell when he didnt see Sally waiting for him. As the last button opened she pulled the fabric away and let the straps fall off her arms. " Sally asked as she pulled up next to Nick. He put away his pack, but didnt get into his car. Her bra matched the panties she had flashed at Nick earlier. Her nipples pushed against the transparent fabric, the dark skin around them mirroring the dark hair visible between her hips. The red lace supported her breasts, accenting her curves while hiding no details. She motioned Nick in, then after locking the door she strode past him into the living room. Instantly hard again, Nick looked around and saw that most of the other hikers were already leaving. With her now within arms reach, provocatively attired, exuding sexuality, the sight rendered Nick speechless. The young man quickly shook his head with a laugh as he started pulling off his shirt. Sally stepped closer as he pulled the fabric over his head. Starting with the top button Sally slowly undid her dress. " demanded Sally as Nick silently stared at her. "You are ready, arent you. "Get ready, Nick," Sally said as she turned to face him. Sally pushed his shorts and boxers down his legs and waited as Nick stepped out of the clothing. She looked down at his erection, gently brushing her belly. " "Ill never give in," replied Nick with a grin. " Sally pulled Nick close, pressing her body against him as his cock pushed against her stomach. Sally laughed as she pulled away, a wet smear where his penis had rubbed across her skin. "I am going to fuck you until you beg me to stop. Nick could feel her lacy bra on his chest as Sally brought her lips up to his ear. The room was dominated by a king sized bed. She took his hand and led him into her bedroom. " Sally licked her lips as she ran her fingers across Nicks chest. "There is nothing I dont do. " Nick gently ran his fingers across one of get breasts. She ran her fingers across his chest, brushing his abs as she reached down to unbutton his shorts. Dropping the shirt behind him Nick spread his arms to keep from interfering as Sally ran her fingers around his waist to his hips. "Are you going to get naked, or what? "Give me a bit and Im sure Ill come up with something. She leaned over and grabbed his cock, rolling down to lay across his thighs. " Sally grinned, then sat up, pushing Nick onto his back. Sally looked up at Nick as she began slowly stroking him. ftv girls dani As Nick stared at her he could feel Sally running her tongue across his skin. Quickly she pulled a pack of condoms from a drawer next to the bed. When she clamped her lips around him and sucked, Nick gasped with the intensity of the sensation. " "I dont know, all Im thinking is that Im lucky enough to be with you at all. " "Im very happy to xxx sexy fuck photos hear that. "Tell me, what do you want to do to me? " Sally tossed her hair out of her face with a practiced flip of her head. Sally pulled Nick onto the bed and lay down next to him. Reaching her stomach he slid his hand inside the lacy garment. Then she leaned down to kiss his tip before sliding her lips down his shaft. As she licked at the pre cum oozing out of his penis Nick ran his fingers down the waistband of Sallys panties. Sliding his middle finger between her folds Nick brushed the hard lump of her clit. Feeling the fuzz of her neatly trimmed patch Nick grinned at Sally before continuing down to the wet lips hed seen spread open beside the lake. Gently he ran his fingers across her nub. " Nick reached out to run his hand along her side, from her bra strap down to her hip. Beneath his touch Sally shifted her hips, rolling further onto her side and lifted one leg to open her crotch to his searching hand. As Sally twitched from the sensation of his finger penetrating her Nicks dick twitched inside her mouth at the memory of seeing her own fingers between her legs earlier in the day. Tingles of ecstasy ran up his body as Sally ran her teeth gently up and down his dick. Under Nicks hand Sally gently squirmed before settling her mouth back down on his cock. Though Sallys tongue on his cock felt extraordinary good, her question had gotten Nick thinking, and now he wanted more. Nick knew he had found her g spot when his dick vibrated with her low moan of ecstasy. Slowly he withdrew his finger from Sally, eliciting a sigh from the young woman. As she stared up at him, surprise in her eyes, Nick smiled down at her. "I think I know what you want, too, Nick," replied Sally coyly. With the extra space available Nick pushed his hand further into her panties, sliding his middle finger up inside her pussy. " Emboldened by Sallys words Nick reached down and pulled her thong down her legs. Now naked except for her lacy bra still covering her breasts, Sally licked her lips as she stared up at her guest. Then he pushed her off his legs and got to ftv free nude pics irls his knees above her on the bed. She watched as he put a condom sex in images on "Turn over," Nick ordered. Nick carefully pulled her panties off her raised hip, revealing her crotch. With a smile Sally complied. " Nick reached down to grab a handful of her hair and pull her mouth away from his dick. Sally relaxed, melting into his lap, feeling Nick explore her vagina with his finger tip. She shook her butt at Nick, looking back over her shoulder. " "Maybe later, Sally," Nick replied quietly. "Is that what you want, Nick? He ran his fingers over her ass, tickling her skin as he slid his hand down between her thighs, dragging his thumb down her crack. "I know what I want, Sally. For a moment he paused above Sally, stroking his cock slowly as she watched. Nick quickly knelt between her legs. Nick ran his ftv streaming eyes across her body, relishing the curves of naked flesh on the bed in front of him. Then he reached down, grabbed her hips and lifted her butt up towards him. With his cock barely penetrating her Nick grabbed Sallys hips again and pulled her against him, driving his penis deep into her. "Ive taken it in the ass before, Ill let you fuck me that way. "For now, spread your legs. "Fuck," Sally gasped as Nick held her against him, filling her pussy with his dick. With each shove she grunted, both from the pain of her bra being tugged and from the impact of his cock into her snatch. "Show me how you want it. " Obediently Sally opened her thighs, showing Nick her pussy, glistening from the moisture his earlier attention had brought forth. She gasped as he rocked her body with thrust after thrust. "You feel good, Sally," Nick said as he paused for a breath. He released her hair and shoulders and straightened, keeping his cock buried in her. After several thrusts Nick reached up further and grabbed a handful of smooth dark hair with one hand and a shoulder with the other. Sally came off her elbows as Nick held her head back and banged her hard and fast. Slowly Nick ran his fingers up Sallys back. "Ready for me to take over? He straddled Sally’s butt before reaching down and grabbing his dick. " Inspired by Sallys current pose Nick pulled himself out and rose to his feet. When he reached her bra strap he grabbed the fabric and pulled, keeping her against him as he started sliding himself out of her and slamming back in. He adjusted his position slightly and started banging away, grinding her face into the cushions. His tip felt the smooth skin of her crotch, and then the rippling of her lips, and within the hot fire of her vagina. Finally the sensations of Sally’s hot wet pussy overwhelmed Nick’s self control and he felt the ripples of orgasm rock his crotch. As Sally supported herself on her knees and elbows Nick reached down, grabbed his dick again, and guided it between her thighs. He changed to fast quick thrusts as he came, filling the condom with his cum. " Sallys voice was muffled as she lay her head down against her sheets. Nick could easily hear her moans as he banged into her over and over again. As the waves of pleasure subsided he stopped moving, his dick buried as deep as he could get it within Sally. "Now it’s your turn. Using his thighs he allowed his full weight to thrust his cock down into her. "Fuck you’re good," Sally said finally, lifting her head from the pillows to look back at Nick. Pushing it down he inserted it almost vertically into Sally. " With a sigh he straightened up, pulling out of Sally.

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Oscars 2017 Red Carpet Review

So I actually thought last night’s Oscars red carpet was pretty boring. There was a lot I didn’t like, a slew I was “meh” about and only a couple looks I really liked. I hate it when that happens!  I still am craving to see people looking pretty and elegant (but unique), not edgy/ugly and “FASHION!!!!”

Nicole Kidman was my best dressed. Typically I do not like super pale complexions in nude dresses (which Nicole does allllll the time) but this one was amazing- the pattern, detail and neckline were stunning and that orange-y red lip made the entire look work on her.  Her hair, makeup and jewelry was also totally spot on (she didn’t look as Botoxed to high heaven as she normally does). Bravo.

The back was great too but for the love of God, can someone help Keith Urban with his hair? It’s very upsetting. #putdownthestraightner #nomoreboybandhighlights

Viola Davis always kills it in simple silhouettes in bold colors. I loved the hair and makeup too. Taraji P. Henson took this sort of 80’s neckline and slayed it.  The dress fit her like a glove and the loose faux bob was the perfect compliment. Also that necklace. Woah.

Hailee Steinfeld looked awesome too (although on the carpet the dress was a tad too sheer for me).  The high neckline with the updo and the smokey eye in contrast with the ethereal fabric was awesome.  I have a feeling Leslie Mann is going to end up on worst dressed lists but I actually love her in this colorful Zac Posen.  She is such a happy, glowy person and this dress suits her (also the red lip is the perfect contrast to the chartreuse)

Michelle Williams is usually a favorite, and I like this dress, but wish it had been pulled up a smidge as the waistline looks like its hitting her too low and the skirt is too long and puddling funny.  But otherwise gorgeous.  Emma Roberts worse similarly color-blocked dress that was vintage (which makes it 1,000x cooler).  This too was really close, but I wish the cups had been about an inch wider on the sides- this gives me “wardrobe malfunction vibes”.  Hair , makeup and jewels all fantastic though.

Okay, Jessica Beil’s hair made me SO SAD. It looked like a fallen down french twist that was done with a fistful of oil. Which sucks because the look was really cool. I loved the dress, it fit her perfect and I LOVE me a long sleeved fitted gown. The necklace (Tiffany) was super cool too- nto what I would ahve chosen, but I appreciate the funkiness.  I also (randomly) loved Robin Roberts’ gown! Those jeweled straps are errrrrrrything with the short hair!

Karlie Kloss of course looked statuesque and so glamorous. Love this look on her- but did remind me a lot of Gwyneth’s Tom Ford in 2012.  Isabelle Hupert looked elegant, classy and oh-so-chic in this sparkly long sleeved gown as well. May have preferred a loose updo and larger earrings with it though.

Hot damn, Jen Anniston is super va-va-voom in this gown (I did not see it live- did it look as good?) But someone slap whoever put that stupid tie on Justin.  And I thought Kirsten Dunst looked very chic in Dior, except for the exaggerated bust? It looks almost wired to me (like Carrie Bradshaw’s wedding dress?) But I do love a good messy hair/ elegant ladylike gown moment.

Grey was a repeated trend, my favorites being Octavia Spencer in Marchesa (her best look ever I think) and Ava Duvarnay doing the high neck/ long sleeve thing JUST right (the dress looked amazing when she walked).

Can we discuss Rosie H-W in shimmering grey making all pregnant women feel terrible about themselves this morning?

Brie Larson looked better than she typically does on red carpets- and was giving me major Madame X vibes (also a hint of Renee Zellwegger, no?)

Love Halle’s dress, she always picks awesome gowns that show off her insane body but man were the people seated behind her mad about not being able to see any of the show.  Her hair was gigantic!  In this pic it actually looks okay, but on the red carpet it was bafflingly humungous!

From the “call my stylist and fire them” files, Ruth Negga and Ginnifer Goodwin showed up in nearly an identical look.  And it’s hard to believe because they are totally unique looks- who would have guessed two women would have worn bright red lace Victorian neck gowns? And for the record, I don’t like either of them.

Okay, now those I did not like and what I wish they had worn….

Emma Stone broke my heart with this Givenchy. I hated the fringe and the color was so BLAH on her! The girl needs to wear green or navy with that amazing hair (loved the hair and makeup though).

This seafoam J. Mendel would have looked SO contrast-y cool with her hair! Or this awesome green/plum Jenny Packham.

Then I just saw that Kate Bosworth wore the Mendel dress to the Vanity Fair party…

Naomi Harris’ dress confused me- it felt like it didn’t know what it wanted to be- a cocktail dress or a gown. I think she could have worn this Ralph & Russo and had it looked more decisive and elegant.

OR this BA-NA-NAS Elie Saab.  Wouldn’t this have been so jaw-dropping on her??

Alicia Vikander– oh, what in the 8th-grade-dance-puffy-sleeved-hell is this? Also, I think she had just come from yoga class with that bun. Awful, haaaaaaate this whole silhouette. Would she not have looked bananas in this Dior?

I think this is the first time ever Charlize has been on my worst dressed list! What is the world coming to?  This cut and fabric is so unflattering on her   I would have LOVED to see her in this long sleeve sweater/ball skirt combo with the earrings she has on OR a huge statement necklace.

Another ill-fitting dress- Scarlett Johansson. Nope.

I would have loved this graphic Lhuillier ballgown on her, which would have looked so cool with her edgy hair:

Felicity Jones misses the mark with this pasty pale, awkward length dress.

For a feminine and pretty look I would have much preferred this Dior.

Oh my, whoever did this to Olivia Culpo needs to be FIRED.  Olivia modeled for us at Two Penny Blue years ago and I can tell you that she is one of the most GORGEOUS women on earth in person.  So to slick back/forward her beautiful hair like this is a crime, not to mention the purpple eyeshadow, dark liner 90’s lips and dress. OMG, she would have been stunning with long loose waves in this Monique Lhuillier colum gown and giant diamond studs.

Janelle Monae likes a BIG look. And I appreciate her use of red carpet dressing as a form of theater. I do. And I liked what was happening north the waist here. But the puffed out hips…. oy vey! I would have liked to see her in something a bit less ginormous. Maybe this funky one shouldered gown (also, she would look amazing in a bright color!)

HOLY WORST DRESSED OF ALL TIME.

I could not believe my eyes when I saw Dakota Johnson walk onto the carpet (and neither could Ryan Seacrest, clearly– he was all “so this is interesting…”)  This must have been stolen out of her mom Melanie Griffith’s 80’s wardrobe. SO BAD. I can’t even dive into all the details of how bad it is. She’s so young! Why put her in this mess???? Why put a necklace on top of a ruffled collar? Also, the sad limp hair.  Oh my, I am just…..depressed.

ANYTHING would have looked better, but I like these more fun options- like gold polka dots, or a shimmery column or this perwinkle ruffled situation (if it were pulled up- that model makes me cringe). Or this cool sparkley tulle number with statement earrings…. ANYTHING.

OK, who did you love and hate???

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