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turcott3 · 2 months ago

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jj peterka x fem! reader

warnings?: public sex, fingering, spitting, unprotected sex, mild dominance, hair pulling, spanking, alcohol, cursing, kissing

HAPPY KINKTOBER MINI SERIES!!

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“as weird as this is gonna sound, go on my nightstand and grab my lube.” you say pointing to the small drawer next to your bed.

“your what now?” your friend looks at you with a smile that read as dread.

“how else am i supposed to get a fucking latex skirt on my body?” you laugh and she shrugs, digging in your drawer and reemerging with it.

“how do you want me to do this?” your friend giggles.

“can you put it on my upper thighs and my ass and i’ll rub it in before we try to pull it up any further.” you ask and she nods, doing so. you lightly spreading the gel all over your upper body, finally tugging the skirt tightly over your ass.

“jesus, look how fat your ass looks, is jj gonna be able to behave?” you friend says as she pokes fun at you.

“i mean…” you pause turning to the side in your mirror, “maybe not, but i wont complain.”

“oh wow okay.” your friend giggles.

“well i will see you, catwoman, and him, batman, later.” she says, grabbing her belongings off your bed.

“bye love you, see you later.” you wave her off as you zip up the tight latex corset around yourself, your tits getting a strong lift.

“wow, i would so fuck me if i was him.” you say, doing multiple poses in your mirror.

“jj.” you call out.

“yeah?”

“i got my costume on.”

“really? that took you guys like an hour.”

“well, it wasn’t exactly easy to do.”

“we have to leave in an hour.” he replies.

“alright, i’ll finish getting ready now, ill be out soon.”

“can’t wait to see it.” he says, you sighing at his response.

you didn’t show him which costume you ended up picking, and thank god he agreed to not wear his mask.

“okay are you ready?” you ask, peaking your head through the door, the cat ears making their first appearance.

“as i’ll ever be.” he replies hopping up off the couch and turning around.

“okay.” you reply quietly, opening the door, stepping out into the light. his eyes practically bulged out of his head, his jaw opening wide as you do a full 360 spin for him.

“holy shit, princess, you look fucking gorgeous.” he says still gawking at you as you approach him, arms resting on his tall shoulders.

“thank you.” you smile lightly, his hands placed on your waist as he presses a light kiss to your cheek.

“of course, wow, holy fuck.” he says, stepping back and admiring your body as it’s hugged perfectly by the latex.

“okay don’t gas me up too much babe, let’s go.” you reply with a giggle, reaching for his hand, tugging him out the door.

you arrived just on time, which was apparently late, because you were definitely not one of the first people there. the bar that the boys on the team rented out was packed full.

“i’m ready to be drunk already.” you sigh as you both observe the crowd of people.

“come on baby.” he says lowly in your ear, grabbing you by the waist, pushing through the crowd finally arriving at the bar.

“what can i get for you two?” the bar tender asks.

“whatever is gonna get me drunk the fastest.” you reply with a smile, jj chuckling next to you.

“in that case, i’ll have what my lady is having.” he says, his grip on your waist tightening for a moment.

“alright so you just want like a line of tequila shots is what im hearing? or would you prefer a sugary drink? or a seltzer?” the bartender shoots back.

“how about two tequila shots and two sugary drinks of bartenders choice?” you smile.

“i can do that, would you wanna open a tab?” he asks you and you look up at jj.

“uh yeah, yeah let’s do that.” he says, digging in his pocket for his wallet and handing the man his card as you squeeze the hand that rested on your hip briefly, him leaning over and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“alright, here’s those shots and i’ll have those drinks ready in a few minutes, feel free to sit down right there.” the man says pointing at two bar stools. the two of you sat together, downing the shots that burned as they ran down your throat.

“wow, that’s disgusting.” you cough and jj giggles at you.

“yeah no, definitely not great.” he replies as the drinks are set down in front of you, the buzz from your shot already beginning to hit the both of you, as you hadn’t eaten in a few hours.

jj hands you a straw, which you gladly accept, the both of you swigging the drink down quickly, licking the green sugar rim off your glass.

“i’m really feeling it already j.” you giggle, already feeling the haziness of your intoxication.

“me too, wanna dance?” he replies, nodding toward the dance floor, you nodding vigorously in response, tugging him off the bar stool and off onto the dance floor. the music played loudly throughout the bar as you turned your back to him, his hands on your waist as you swayed to the music, grinding your tight ass against his cock, a grunt leaving the german’s mouth.

“scheiße.” he mumbles under his breath, his hands wandering. you can feel his head turn a few ways on your shoulder before he hooked his hand under your skirt, running his fingers over the lace over your thong, finding their way under the material, running his thick fingers through your folds, your hand quickly finding its way behind his neck holding on for stability as you grew wet as his touch, his fingers diving into you as you bit your lip harshly, in attempt to not make it obvious as to what was going on.

carefully, he pressed two fingers inside of you, you biting back your moan harshly, the grip you had on his other hand placed on your hip, now hard. your knuckles practically white. he pumped his thick fingers in and out of you slowly, your knees struggling not to buckle under his touch, teasing giggles leaving his mouth.

“such a good girl huh?” he says, nipping on your neck as your legs began to shake.

“jj please.” you practically whisper.

“what was that? i can’t hear you.” he says, his other hand wrapping completely around your torso, his fingers moving quicker in and out of your throbbing pussy.

“jj, please, i can’t take it.” you say a little louder, turning your head toward his ear. quiet moans leaving your lips as he smirked.

“awe, you gonna cum for me pretty girl?” he teases, mumbling in your ear, and you nod in reply, your knees buckling under the pressure, his other arm holding you completely still against him as an orgasm washed harshly over your body, a loud gasp leaving your lips as your head leaned over your chest, gasping for air as he removed his hand, sucking his fingers clean of your juices in your ear.

“let’s go get another drink baby.” he says, peeking you up quickly, feeling less drunk than before, the haze leaving with the orgasm you just had and having to stay normal in a crowd of people.

“can we get two more of those drinks?” jj asks and the bar tender nods, beginning to make them.

“come on sit.” he says and you shake your head quickly.

“why not?”

“do you want to see a puddle of my fucking cum on a barstool jj?” you lean over in his ear, giggling in response.

“yes actually i do, i wanna see what i do to you, now sit down.” he replies quietly, pulling the stool out. you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t enjoy his more dominant side, it was fucking hot.

the bartender presented the new drinks, the two of you swilling them down just like you had, but this time you were already horny, this drink just pushing the two of you along. you reached over to his crotch, and grabbed onto his cock through his pants, his hand pushing yours away. you persisted as he spoke with the bartender, rubbing your hand across his thigh, occasionally poking his dick and running a soft hand across it, his breath hitching in his throat each time.

“well thank you for these drinks man, i can go ahead and close out.” jj says, his fist balled up on his lap.

“alright if you could just sign this receipt.” he says sliding jj the receipt, quickly signing it and tipping him 50 dollars before sliding it back and tugging you off the bar stool.

“will you fucking behave for a moment please? i’m doing something.” he says firmly in your ear, stealing napkins from the bar and wiping off your seat.

“you like seeing my wet fucking pussy on that bar stool?” you whisper in his ear with a teasing smirk.

“of course i did, who do you think i am.” he replies, pressing a hasty kiss to your lips.

“i think i need to go to the bathroom.” you say, and he nods, his hand finding its way back to your waist as you found the dimly lit hallway.

“come in with me.” you suggest, gripping on his arm as he turned the door handle.

“i’ll be doing more than just coming in the bathroom with you.”

“a lot more.” you agree.

locked.

“fuck.” you whine, your thighs rubbing together. jj looks around and sees a short stack of chairs at the end of the hall, in front of the emergency exit door. he tugs you down the hall quickly, taking off one of the chairs and sitting you down in one of them, your back to the rest of the bar.

“can i please?” you beg, your hands hanging from the waist band of his pants.

“be quick, don’t have time for you to be sucking my dick for twenty minutes.” he says and you nod, him gathering your hair behind your head as you unbuttoned his pants, pulling the waistband down. his hard cock spring free as you tugged it down, a gasp leaving your mouth. drunk you, clearly forgetting his size.

your hand pumped up and down his length firmly as you locked eyes with him, his other hand holding your jaw.

“open.” he says firmly, your mouth opening instantly. he leans over and puckers his lips briefly, spitting directly into your mouth, you growing impossibly hornier at the action.

“now put it in.” he demands mildly, you quickly placing his head on your tongue, swirling around the tip before taking him all into your mouth, bobbing up and down. your eyes watered intensely as his cock hit the back of your throat, his hands holding your head in place as his hips thrusted lightly a handful of times before pulling out and letting you go, falling back into the chair as you gasp for air.

“so fucking good for me baby.” he grunts, barely loud enough to hear. quickly, you find yourself leaning over the chair, your hands placed firmly on the plastic seat as he jerked himself off, he leaned over running his fingers through the folds of your wet pussy.

“please just fuck me jj.” you whine and he pulls away.

“shhhh you don’t get any unless you stay quiet.” he replies and you sigh.

“yes j.” you reply, biting your lip as you anxiously waited. eventually, you felt his tip make contact with your core, pressing in lightly and pulling back out. you feel his hand wrap around your hair and tug you toward him.

“you’re gonna be quiet for me right? quiet for me while i fuck you senseless, yeah?” he teases, your hand grabbing onto his wrist, turned on intensely by his actions.

“yes, fuck yes.” you reply as he lets you go, falling back into your position. without wanting, he dives into you, his length stretching you out.

“oh my god.” you moan as he stays there, pulling your skirt over your ass, placing a firm smack to it.

“fuck.” you whine to yourself as he pulls out, slamming back into you harshly, tears pricking your eyes. his thrusts were deep and harsh. you drowned out the loud music with your thoughts and your moans, his thick cock hitting your cervix with each thrust. his hand remained in your hair as he fucked into you, your skin clapping loudly against his hips.

“s-so deep.” you whine out.

“quiet pretty girl.” he grunts, pounding into you as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. quickly he lets go of your hair, pulling out.

“turn over.” he demands and you do so.

“jump.” he says, and you do so, hooking your legs around his waist, holding you up with one arm, using the other the press his wet cock back into you. his other hand grabbed onto your other ass cheek, bouncing you up and down on his cock, his hands gripping harshly on your ass, an occasional spank stinging your already red ass cheek.

“fuck.” you moan, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, muffling your moans with his shoulder.

“stay quiet baby.” he mumbles as he now holds your still, his hips now thrusting in and out of you at an extremely quick pace.

“oh my god jj.” you moan out, him leaning the pair of you over, your head now laid on the back of the chair, his forehead pressed against yours as his speed became unbearable. you felt yourself tightening around him harshly as he pounded deep into you.

“oh hey jj? what the hell are you doing down there?” you hear a familiar male voice down the hallway, his thrusts slowing to a near stop instantly.

“oh, y/n got a little too drunk and threw up. she got embarrassed and came back here so i can clean her up.” he lies instantly, but very well.

“awe man, that sucks. you’re a good guy jj. i’ll see you around.” he says entering the, now, unoccupied bathroom.

“that was close.” you giggled and he smiled, pressing his forehead back to yours as he resumed his deep thrusts, much slower this time knowing that both of you were close, your arms wrapping back around his shoulders as he sped up. your moans threatened to increase in volume as you drew closer and closer to your second orgasm of the night, your moans quickly silenced by his soft lips on yours. your tongues tangoed between you, the kiss deeper than ever before as your walls completely tighten around him, his hips stuttering as a climax came over both of you, your body shaking in his touch as he filled you up with his milky seed. the thrusts came to a stop as he continued to kiss you, sweat now dripping from the both of you before you pull away, erupting in unstoppable giggles.

“i can’t believe we just did that.” you giggle against his cheek.

“me either, but god it was so good baby, you’re so fucking perfect.” he says, pulling out, some of the milky mixture, dripping to the ground.

“we made a mess.” you groan.

“hey hey, it’s okay. uh stay right here. he just left the bathroom.” he says.

“wait, let me help you.” you say, stopping him from zipping his pants, sucking the mixture off his slowly softening cock.

“god you’re so hot.” he replies, shamelessly leaning over, his tongue diving back into yours mouth for a few moments before pulling away again, tucking himself back into his pants, and disappearing to the bathroom for a few moments, returning with a warm, damp paper towel. carefully, he wiped you completely clean, assuring you in pulling your clothes back on straight.

“can we go home?” you ask standing up, grabbing onto his hand as you left the hallway.

“yes baby, let’s go home.” he says, kissing your hand as you found your way to the exit, pure bliss radiating off of both of you.

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silovsmenot · 6 months ago

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Flowers from Ostrava | JJ Peterka

Requested by @creativewritersposts...

Maybe JJ Peterka x gf! reader. You're sad because you're for Latvia and Germany kicked their asses in the world championship. So he sends you a bunch of flowers and is cheesy to cheer you up because he can't be home?

WARNINGS: Unless you're as depressed about the LAT-GER game as we are, none at all. It's pure fluff, maybe some slightly suggestive bits but only implied if you think like I do. PAIRING: JJ Peterka x f!reader. NOTES: I didn't realise how cute this guy was until today. I might have missed some typos so please forgive me. WORD COUNT: 1165

The summer break had rolled around, and with Buffalo missing out on a playoff spot, you knew that JJ would be jetting off to Czechia for the IIHF World Championships. You tried and tried to get the time off work to go with him, but you had no luck — you’d have to watch from your home in Buffalo while he played in Ostrava.

You kissed him goodbye at the airport with promises of daily phone calls and text messages, for it would be the first big trip that he made without you since you first got together. You knew it would feel like an age as you watched his games from your couch, with only your dog to keep you company.

A few games had passed, you’d sat and watched everyone. You’d both made some playful bets on his games, those harmless ‘if i win, you do this’ sort of bets — things that you’d both pay up on when he returned. Though you were seriously down on your luck, as you’d lost them all to this point. And playful bets were turning a little more serious when it came to Latvia. They’d grown into a bit of a comfort team for you after last year, you didn’t quite know why but you did support them over the others — even Germany, much to JJ’s frustration but you both enjoyed the competition.

Just before 9am, you rolled out of bed with your dog following close behind. Still yawning, you made yourself a cup of coffee and some breakfast before taking your usual place upon the sofa with the pre-game stream just beginning. With your newest bets on the game placed the night before with JJ , you’d already sent your ‘good luck but lose please’ text to JJ, but you couldn’t help but send another teasing ‘i’ll be so mad if you win this 😉’.

As the times lined up, the smile stuck to your lips as it always did when you saw JJ on the tv. The realisation truly setting in about how you missed him already, and knowing it was another week at least until he’d be home with you.

The puck dropped as you took a large sip of the coffee, holding the mug close to your chest as you watched with your breath held. It was barely five minutes before Kahun would open the scoring, the familiar mixture of excitement and disappointment as the German celebrations began. You did not want to lose another bet and did not want to see Latvia lose either.

The first period was nearing its end, you were so sure it would end 1-0 and Latvia would come out with their heads held high still — but with Wissman’s weaving through the crimson and white jerseys, the German fans broke into celebration once more. An audible groan parting your lips.

And things only slipped further down hill as the second period began. Two German goals in quick succession, followed by JJ scoring from the right wing to rub salt in the growing wound. Your arms were crossed upon your chest, the remaining coffee had gone cold upon the nearby table. At 4-0, things looked dire for your bet and for team Latvia. Dire would become a painful loss as JJ pocketed the seventh goal for team Germany before the end of the second period, your head in your hands as you covered your eyes. Hope was gone, you’d lost your bet again.

There was a small peak of pride as Michaelis fired a shot between the posts before the horn blew for the second intermission, but you knew there was no coming back from this score line. One more German goal in the third and the game would draw to a close, the German team looked elated in comparison to the deflated Latvians. And from your couch, you pouted into your fresh cup of coffee.

Things were always silent for an hour or so after JJ’s games in Ostrava, you’d wait patiently looking at your phone for his text. And, usually, it would be a teasing statement or a winky face for you’d lost another bet.

Needless to say, he was excited to get home and for you to pay up.

You were a little confused as you heard the doorbell ring after about an hour, you’d heard nothing yet from your boyfriend and you’d been sat watching daytime rubbish on tv. Hushing at the barking of your dog, you strode to the door and opened.

Just beyond stood a young woman with a large bunch of orange and red flowers in hand — the look of confusion that had been etched upon your face dissipating immediately, for you knew who’d send flowers in those colours.

“A last-minute order from Ostrava?” The woman queried with her own look of perplexity; this certainly was not her everyday order.

With a short sigh and a nod of your head, hands accepted the large bunch with your gaze immediately caught upon the small card that rested atop the bunch. Thanking the woman, the door was closed, and you wasted no time in freeing your hands to read the card.

‘I’m very sorry that you’ve lost another bet, please don’t hate me. I love you and I miss you, your JJ xx’

You glared down at the card for a moment, but you couldn’t ignore the fluttering in your chest. Fuck, you missed him.

Almost perfectly on queue, you heard your phone ring. You didn’t speak as you answered the phone, not at first — but you could almost hear him grinning.

“Do you forgive me, Liebchen?” JJ spoke with his usual cheeky tone, and you’d be lying if you tried to say that you weren’t grinning from ear to ear. You could never stay mad at him, especially when he started with the little nicknames.

“I’m absolutely furious,” You lied, somewhat poorly and he knew it. You could hear him dramatically hiss in thought as you stifled a small giggle. “You did really well today, JJ.”

“I just wish you were here to see it; I hate being so far away for so long.” He softly whispered. And so did you, but it felt good to hear him say it. “I can’t wait to come home to you, you've got a lot of bets to pay up on.”

You rolled your eyes, playful and excited at the mere thought of him being home with you again. A soft laugh into a phone that made his lips curl even deeper into his smile. He missed that laugh everyday that he didn’t hear it.

“Just finish this tournament out, do your best. I’m proud of you, JJ.”

He went silent for a moment, a slight pinkening to his cheeks that he’d never admit to nor would you see. He could only have been happier if you were there with him in Ostrava.

“I love you too, y/n. You’re the best thing that has happened to me.”

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