#kk night babes I mean it this time

[strawberrymochin]

The Moan Analysis✎

A slight analysis on how jjk boys would moan | Gojo satoru; Geto suguru; Nanami kento; Ryomen sukuna; Toji fushiguro | got a little carried away while writing nanami and toji

Gojo satoru

✎ starting off with the vocal king of sorcerers, gojo's moans would be vocal 'vocal'. Normally gojo has a playful smooth voice that does charms to human ears, however it changes completely in bed. His voice would go two or three octaves lower as he pants and groans as he thrusts in you. He's a kinda guy who would whispers slutty compliments while fucking you in the middle of the night, depriving you of your beauty sleep. If you're the one who's riding him, he would be squirming as whimpers would follow his delicate trembling lips, especially if you clench too hard around him. He has no shame voicing his pleasures and thus innocently ruins neighbour's peace.

Geto suguru

✎ Suguru's a guy, who lies mostly within rough grunts to panting breaths. He won't be the one to be much vocal while doing the thing. The vocal one in the relationship would be you, since you can't keep your mouth shut when he takes you (c'mon I mean nobody can keep it shut if it's geto suguru). He loves hearing your moans instead. And boy, he hasn't voiced out his thoughts yet, as its kinda embarrassing to him but if you would agree to it, he would record your moans into a playlist. I'm not even kidding, there would be a sorted out one containing your moans from finger fucking, eating you out, fucking you etc. (not to mention he would jerk off to those playlists when you're away from him)

Nanami kento

✎ ASMR. I repeat ASMR. The moans of nanami kento would be literal asmr to your ears. As a former salary man and now again a sorcerer, nanami gets real tired and has trouble sleeping. You were thinking of suggesting him asmr to relieve stress however you realised maybe he would want something more better. And this is how you would find yourself facing the mattress as your back is firmly pressed on namami's toned chest as he thrusts in and out, while snaking an arm around your curves finding his way to your neck slightly choking you, making you drool. His moans would be breathy and slight croaky. He won't waste his stamina trying to talk rather than keep his mind focused on the sensation on the pleasure where you suck him in so good. The only time he would be any vocal would be when he reaches his climax as he cums inside you with a series of low groans.

Ryomen sukuna

✎ Kk, forget about his moaning, this merciless guy would fuck you so hard that you would barely hear any sound other than you whining and moaning under him. The only time you could hear him moan, would be when you give him a blowjob or a titjob whatever he wants. His moans would consist of breathy groans to slight pants while he degrades you. You would know you're doing a great job if his voice cracks while passing you a snarky comment or if his breath hitched while you draw your tongue over his tip licking it clean as it twitches in your mouth. Though every single thing you do would make him experience heaven (which he would never go, nor you guys....lol) he would never accept that you have a slight dominance when sucking him or riding him as it would affect his ego.

Toji fushiguro

✎ Forget about his moans, his existence itself is the sluttiest to ever happen. Also he's such a softie in love babe I swear. He won't be much vocal again except the time he reaches his climax. He would cum as he whispers delicate words of you being such a good girl taking him in as he pants and groans. His words might mess up a little bit, as he cums, might end up blabbering nonsense incoherent words as he rides his high. He makes sure to say one thing everytime you guys have sex, is that he's grateful for you to exist in his world and would beg you a million times to never disappear. To never leave him. That's the only time he shows his true self to you, which you embrace in your arms, cupping his cheeks to gently kiss him to sleep. Even though he seems tough outside, I feel he might be the most insecure person due to his childhood experiences and might hesitate to open up to you. But there's no doubt he would be on his knees for you.

Other parts of the series- The cum analysis | The dick analysis

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[barcaatthemoon]

study date || paige bueckers x reader ||

You try to help Paige study.

18+

"This shit is boring," Paige groaned dramatically as she threw her head down onto the table. You rolled your eyes at her, having heard this every single night for the past week. Paige needed to get on top of her grades, she had promised you that she'd do so. You knew that she was declaring for the draft this year and had simply asked Paige not to let her grades slip again.

To make it easier, you agreed to help her. KK and Azzi were both a bit jealous. Several members of the team had tried to get your help with their homework, but you had always claimed to be too busy. You were a busy person, but this was the only way you could make sure that Paige would actually end up doing her work like you'd asked her to.

"Paige, you need to focus," you told her. Paige let out a whine that had you shooting daggers at her. It was a pretty simple little paper, and yet, Paige was acting like it was hopeless to try and finish it. "Come on, you need the extra credit babe. I've seen your other papers for this class."

"Oh, and now she bullies me too!" Paige exclaimed. You slapped your hand over her mouth to shut her up before you got kicked out. Paige pried your hand off of her mouth, but didn't let her grip on your wrist go even as you tried to move away. "I think you owe me an apology for being mean. Come on, out with it."

"Paige, you're being ridiculous and trying to distract me. Just finish this paper and we can leave," you said. Paige pretended to contemplate it. She leaned in close and pressed a kiss to your lips. "Paige, please do your work."

"No, I want to do you instead," Paige said. She pulled you onto her lap at the table. You had come to the library straight from getting your cheer pictures done. In hindsight, you should have known that Paige would be distracted with you dressed up in your uniform.

"Finish your paper first," you tried. It was no use as Paige balled the paper up and threw it behind her head. "Paige!"

"All done." Paige smiled at you smugly as her hand snuck under your skirt. The moment her fingers brushed against you through your underwear, all of your common sense seemed to go right out the window. You knew that nobody was in the library this late, everybody having left nearly an hour ago, but you and Paige were both stubborn.

"You're going and getting that paper after this," you told her. Paige looked like she had something to say, but when you turned in her lap, she promptly shut up. "I mean it Paige, you're doing that paper tonight."

"Yes ma'am," Paige agreed. Her hands twitched as they rested on your thighs, just waiting for you to give her the go ahead to touch you a little more. "I just have to get some of this energy out, that's all."

"Yeah, I bet." This time, Paige pinched your thigh for your attitude. You went to flick her shoulder, but Paige caught your hand before you got there. She placed the tips of your pointer and middle fingers into her mouth, sucking just enough to coat them a little in her spit. You watched as she used your own fingers to tease you, rubbing them over the fabric of your underwear.

"You're such a good girlfriend, always helping me like this. Anything I need, you always make sure that I have, even when I don't want it. You're so good to me, and I just want to make you feel good," Paige whispered in your ear as she pushed her own fingers past your underwear. You buried your face into the side of her neck to muffle the little moans and gasps that she was already pulling from you. The last thing you wanted was to get kicked out of the library after getting caught.

"Paige," you moaned as she pushed her fingers inside of you. You could feel them filling you up as she pushed them deeper inside. She curled her fingers as she dragged them out, making your hips buck forward a little. "This really wasn't what I had in mind when I told you to meet me here tonight."

"I'm sorry, but you know that I can't keep my hands off you. Especially when you're wearing your cheer uniform. That fucking skirt is devious baby." Paige knew exactly what she was doing. She knew how her words affected you, occasionally even more than physical stimulation. You were close to dripping onto Paige, who could feel the little flutters of your cunt around her fingers as she praised you. "That's it baby, cum for me. Let me feel it, you know how much I love it. Be the good girl I know you are."

"Paige, fuck," you hissed through grit teeth. Your legs snapped shut around her hand as she rubbed your clit, pushing you over the edge. Paige placed her hand over your mouth and leaned her forehead against yours. Once your moans had been reduced to a bit of light panting, Paige moved her hands away from you. "Go get your paper."

"After that?" Paige asked, incredulously. You slid off of her lap and back into your own seat. Paige pouted, but did grab her paper and uncrumple it. "Are you sure that we can't just go back to my place? Come on, you need a shower."

"Paige, I love you dearly, but we both know if I went back to your place, you'd pin me to the mattress and fuck me within an inch of my life in my skirt. We're staying here until you finish that paper, and if you do it before 11:30, I'll go back with you," you promised her. Paige checked her watch and immediately kicked it into gear. You knew she wouldn't finish in time, but you still ended up going over to her apartment to sleep for the night.

[star-girl69]

After Midnight

Caroline (KK) Harvey x Fem!Reader

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synopsis: flirting with the star hockey player at the frat party isn’t what you would normally do, but it’s after midnight and something about the lights is making everything a little hazy.

feel free to send requests!!! 🫶🫶

a/n: GUYS PLEASE. PLEASE IGNORE THIS. i’m sorry i’ve betrayed all my morals… but i cant sit idly by while my fellow kk lovers suffer… i hope you all enjoy!!

After Midnight - Chappell Roan

warnings: not proofread!!!, ALCOHOL!!! we are in a FRAT people!!, some swearing ofc, super brief barely there mentions of violence and such, kk is taller than reader by like an inch suck it idc i do what i want, super brief mention of y/n having hair (length unspecified), idk like a bit of kissing and some somewhat suggestive thoughts… y/n is a freak 💔, i’ve never flirted with anyone before how do you do this, so probs inaccurate, i don’t know anything about hockey just prefacing this, i also don’t know how college works rip, as chappell roan said: “i love a little drama, let’s start a bar fight, cause everything good happens after midnight”

—-

“Shit, babe, you look fuckin’ hot.”

This entire night is almost painful for you. Stepping out of your comfort zone on any level is always an adjustment, but trading your early nights in with homework and Netflix for a sexy dress showing everything in all the right and wrong places- is especially hard.

You almost cringe touching the velvet fabric of your revealing dark red shirt, staring at someone in the mirror you don’t even recognize.

“Jackie,” you mumble to your best friend and roommate, “I think it’s.. too much.”

Jackie tilts her head to the side, short dirty blonde hair swaying with the movement. She’s only humoring you, you can tell. “Nope. Perfect.”

You look at the pictures stuck in the slats of the mirror. Pictures of you, Jackie, and the other girl in your trio, Tyla, faces pressed together in bright smiles from various adventures from your freshman year at college.

It was such a relief when Jackie was the sweetest girl and an amazing person to share a dorm with, but when she brought along her best friend Tyla from a few doors down- the three of you fell into a quick and beautiful friendship, like the ones in the movies.

Jackie and Tyla were definitely more on the party girl side than the study girl side, but that was what was so great about your friendship. You reminded them that they did in fact have homework, and they pushed you to do things like this every once in a while.

This was the first time you had ever suggested it. Midterms were over- it would be wrong to not celebrate. To breathe in the few seconds you had left as a freshman, before it all got turned up again for sophomore year.

“Okay,” Jackie breathes, clasping her hands in front of her chest. “Take a deep breath, babe. The fit is a lot, yes, but it’s gorgeous. I mean, damn, where have you been hiding that ass?”

You bite your lip, eyes tearing away from the pictures, meeting Jackie’s eyes in the reflection.

“My ass does look really good,” you concede.

“Hell yeah it does!” Jackie shouts, smiling brightly. “Don’t be nervous, okay? It’s just some random frat party. We can go sit outside if it gets too much.”

It’s break. It’s Friday night. You look good, however uncomfortable you are.

“Fuck,” you mumble. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

“You’re good?”

“I’m just gonna do a few shots when we get there.”

“That’s my girl.”

Jackie thinks for a moment. “Besides, I think it’s a party to celebrate the girls hockey team winning a game, or something like that. The attention is gonna be far away from you. But…”

She trails off, picking at a piece of thread hanging from her comforter.

“What?” You ask, heart jumping to your throat in fear.

“Dylan might be there,” she shrugs.

Ugh.

Dylan.

Dylan wasn’t even that big of a problem, just a boy you had overzealously dated right when you got to college, when you were adjusting and still kind of lonely, only to find out his obsessive, stalker-ish personality was literal hell to be in a relationship with.

After maybe a week of constant love-bombing and clinginess, you broke up with him- and he tried for literal months to get your attention before he finally seemed to give up.

Once in a while, you’d see him at these parties, and he’d stare at you in a way that was probably supposed to be sexy, but was only weird and uncomfortable.

“Who gives a fuck about him?” You ask, your own surprise reflected in Jackie’s face.

“Damn, girl. Yeah, you’re fuckin’ right. Who gives a fuck about his sad ass?”

“I don’t,” you scoff, refusing to let him ruin your night.

The bathroom door slams open suddenly, revealing Tyla in an even more revealing black dress. Skin tight with cut outs showing her dark skin.

“Jesus Christ, I pity the other girls at that bar.” Tyla runs her hands down her sides, smiling brightly in a way that can only be joking.

And you laugh, and you laugh when she softly bumps you away from the mirror and admires herself even more.

—-

Because of this rash decision to go out, Tyla hadn’t done her usual shopping for the pregame so you were forced to go to the party early- which Tyla actually groaned at and complained about how “embarrassing” it was. But after a few shots, that embarrassment fell away and she was back to being the funny, confident girl you knew her as.

You talked amongst the three of you, and with the two boys who were acting as bartenders, until more and more people slowly started filing in and the sky got dark. It was probably close to 10pm by the time the party really got busy, and those first two hours faded into a montage of alcohol stinging your throat and the sounds of your best friends laughing.

When the hockey team finally arrived, you were sitting on a couch with your girls, Tyla talking in this played-up sensual voice to a random boy who had taken an interest in her, while you and Jackie were busy scouting out the new arrivals and the different kinds of alcohol they placed on the table.

Even if Jackie hadn’t off-handedly mentioned it earlier, you quickly would have found out who this party was for. A large group of girls walked into the party, immediately met with cheers and shots, swarmed with alcohol and congratulations.

Some guy, probably one who actually lived in this house, whipped out a shitty megaphone and shouted their arrival, but it wasn’t even that loud.

Even you, however studious you were, knew about the girl’s hockey team. A bunch of them had played on the Olympic team a few years ago, and all the students of this D1 school were generally pretty proud that the Wisconsin team had won the most national championships.

Most of them were wearing their jerseys, but a few had dressed up. The girl’s hockey team was probably the hottest, most talented group of girls to ever be within 100 feet of you.

It was almost unfair how all of them were so beautiful and so talented, but you suppose that the rigorous workout schedules of Olympic and national athletes didn’t leave a lot of room for anything other than a fuck ton of muscles.

God, half of them towered over you and all of them could probably break your wrist with just a flick.

It was impressive.

What was most impressive, though, is the way the infamous Caroline Harvey walked in carrying about 27 cases of beer, which must have weighed as much as this fucking house, and effortlessly set it all on the ground beside the table full of red solo cups, chasers, and bottles of vodka.

Cheers rang out and people scrambled towards it, ripping the cardboard boxes open greedily and opening them just as fast.

You watched, hiding your parted mouth with your hand, as Caroline accepted an open beer from someone, cheers with a few of her teammates and drank a long sip. When she was done, she laughed and lifted her shirt to her mouth to wipe off some stray liquid, a movement that let just a sliver of her toned abs peek through.

“Holy fuck,” you whispered, quickly looking to the floor and deciding hockey was your new favorite sport.

You knew her from around campus, you both liked to study in the library at the same time- around 3 on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and it became kind of tradition to just stare at her for a few minutes in between sections of your work. Almost like some weird little reward. You did feel kind of bad about it, but fuck, there was no way you could stop.

Besides, it’s not like she noticed.

You always sat on opposite sides of the library, and she never once even looked in your direction. What Caroline didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, and you never see her unless it’s at the library or in passing at parties. But, God, doesn’t it feel good to just relish in how beautiful she is and stare for just a bit.

“Y/N, babe.”

Jackie knocked herself into you, her knees tucked up to her chest, some sort of a smile on her face.

“What’cha doin’?” She asks, smiling in a way that can only be described as evil. “Starin’? Hockey player pique your interest, huh?”

“No,” you say, forcing a laugh into your voice and rolling your eyes. “Just lookin’ at all the commotion.”

You’re trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, but now that Jackie’s mentioned it- those abs did pique your interest. And now they came flashing behind your eyes every time you blink.

“Oh, my God, I think I’m in heat,” you mumble, slightly to yourself and slightly to Jackie.

She wraps a lazy arm around your shoulder, letting out a sigh. “Oh, sweet girl, don’t worry. I’ve got you. Which one is it?”

“Caroline,” you mumble, so quiet and so sudden before you can really think about it.

Jackie hums, tilting her head to the side. “Don’t know a whole lot about her, but I heard she had a girlfriend freshman year, so definitely into girls. Not dating anyone right now, though. Olympian, hockey player, all that sexy stuff.”

“Mhmmmmm,” you mumble, sneaking a quick glance and then looking away immediately when she takes another sip of her drink, not wanting to know what would happen if you caught another glimpse of those god-sent abs.

“You gonna do somethin’ about it?” Jackie asks, nudging your head with hers.

“No, no,” you dismiss. “Just… being a freak. Admiring. God, I’m pathetic.”

Jackie laughs, abruptly standing and pulling you to your feet too. “Come on, babe, time for more drinks, let’s get your mind off of this if you’re not gonna make a move.”

You roll your eyes but follow her to the table of drinks farthest away from Caroline and the other hockey players. You’re not going to do anything, it’s not like you have a chance, and you’re just bored without schoolwork to occupy your every thought.

You take a deep breath, standing next to Jackie and surveying your options. Jackie choses for the both of you, definitely the more experienced party girl, mixing a drink that is majority vodka, making you groan slightly just at the thought of it.

“Here you go!” Jackie smiles, placing the red solo cup into your hand, smiling like she’s not trying to give you alcohol poisoning. Her gaze fixes on something behind you, and you faintly register the way her eyes light up- already a little tipsy from the few shots you’ve done- but you can’t even be bothered to question why.

You eye your drink suspiciously, mentally preparing yourself for the taste.

“Whoops,” Jackie mutters, and you look up at her only to feel her push you back.

“Jackie-” you start, angry, and she quickly scurries away from you. You want to kill her a little bit, at least question her- but you don’t get the chance to.

You gasp as you slam into someone behind you, drink splashing all over your front, alcohol mixing with the rich velvet texture of your shirt in a way that might very well ruin it. You bite your lip, glancing around the room, grateful that the room is so crowded and busy that no one noticed.

“Damn Harvey, knockin’ girls over on and off the ice,” someone laughs. You think you hear the sound of someone lightly hitting another person, followed by a small “ow.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

You turn around, Jackie nowhere to be found, and completely freeze when you realize not only did the person you slammed into have enough decency to ask if you were okay, but that person was fucking Caroline Harvey.

You would have laughed at how cliche it was if you weren’t so secretly exhilarated. The only reason you even had this drink was to stop shamefully staring at her.

But she’s right in front of you… and she looks even better like this, cheeks slightly flushed already from the alcohol, a glint in her eyes.

Her eyes meet yours, staring at you in obvious confusion and concern- “Hey? You okay?”

She places her hand on your waist and you suddenly return back into your body, looking anywhere but her eyes that were literally fucking drowning you.

“I’m sorry,” you gasp. “I-I’m fine. I’m just, like, really drunk.” You laugh, awkwardly, trying to pretend that you’re talking to just anyone. Trying to pretend like her hand on your waist wasn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced.

She smiles, Jesus Christ that fucking smile, your knees go a little weak.

“Oh, good. Would be a shame if that pretty head got a concussion.”

You laugh, staring at her smile. Intoxicating. It’s the only word that comes to mind- maybe enchanted. She’s like some drug, and, God, it’s so stupid but you think you might be addicted after hearing her voice just once.

And, the suddenly, so vividly you almost fall over again, you realize what she said to you.

“Here, let me help you,” she says, effortlessly taking the now pretty much empty red solo cup from you and placing it on the table behind you, wrapping her arm around your waist and leading you to what you assume is a bathroom, probably where she was originally going. “I’m Caroline, but you can call me KK.”

Your mouth is slightly agape as she leads you through the crowd, and you suddenly pass by Jackie who gives you a big smile and a thumbs up- disappearing into the crowd before you can curse her name.

Fuck it. She’s right in front of you. The alcohol is getting to your head, the dim lighting is making everything hazy- everything except her pretty blue eyes and her intoxicating smile.

“KK,” you say, testing the nickname. “That’s cute. I’m Y/N.”

“That’s cute,” she echoes, and the way you can hear the smile on her voice seriously makes you almost fall over.

Thankfully, the bathroom she leads you to is kind of out of the way, it’s completely empty and the door clicks behind the two of you.

Your mood immediately deflates when you see yourself in the mirror, your top noticeably darker where sticky alcohol has sunk into the fabric.

“Fuck,” you mumble, peeling the sticky fabric from your skin.

Before you can even think to do anything, Caroline- KK- is running a random hand towel under the sink and gesturing to you. You expect her to hand it to you- but she doesn’t.

“Okay if I touch you?”

God in Heaven.

“Y-yeah,” you choke out, feeling your world literally recalibrate when she puts her hand on your shoulder- so fucking close to your neck- to keep you steady. You always thought it was the stereotype that basketball players have big hands, but apparently hockey players do too.

Her hand is really warm. This bathroom is suddenly really warm. Your cheeks are heating up, and as much as you try to tell yourself it’s from the alcohol- you know it’s not.

“Sorry,” she mumbles after a few more seconds. “I don’t think this is gonna do much. Maybe try putting it in the wash, though.”

You sigh, now turned sideways, hip to the bathroom sink, looking at yourself out of the corner of your eye.

“It’s fine, my friend… bumped into me, and then I backed up straight into you. Not your fault.”

You look up at her, realizing at this close proximity that she’s taller than you, maybe only an inch.

“I might just go home,” you sigh, feeling kind of disgusting in this nasty shirt.

A frown immediately forms on her face.

“Party’s just started, though. Can’t go home yet, baby.”

She wants you to die. She literally wants you to die. She’s secretly an assassin, and you’ve blocked out the memory of some horrible crime you’ve committed, and now she’s here to kill you by calling you baby and having the sexiest abs you’ve ever seen.

Not a bad way to go, though.

“Here,” she says, reaching up and tugging her jersey over her head, again revealing those fucking abs, and she’s left in a black tank top you didn’t even notice the first time you were staring at her abs. “Take my jersey.”

“Oh, no. I can’t, KK. I mean…”

“I was getting hot anyways, it’s good. Take it.”

It’s nicer quality than any other jersey you’ve ever touched before- nicer than the obligatory Wisconsin sweatshirt you bought at the school store.

You cough, taking it with a hand that shakes slightly, not able to look at her.

“…Thank you,” you say after a moment.

She smiles, big and goofy. “It’s no problem. Maybe you can repay me by having a drink with me, though?”

You pretend to think about it, but really you have to knock your knees together so you don’t fall to the floor in excitement.

“That’s a pretty good price.”

You finally meet her eyes, holding your breath as she stares into your eyes like they’re a lifeline.

“Yeah, a drink with my sexy self- pretty good fuckin’ deal.”

You laugh, and she takes a step back, looking you up and down in a way that literally gives you butterflies-

“I’ll let you change,” she says. “Come find me when you’re done, yeah, baby?”

“I’ll find you,” you breathe, turning around to start slipping off your shirt so she doesn’t see the way you literally bite your lip.

The jersey is huge, since they have to be to cover all the padding and gear hockey players wear, and you’re almost worried that you’d look really stupid in it- but your jean bottoms pull it together, somehow.

It smells good. It smells dark, like a forest, still with a hint of something fresh and light. Is this her perfume? You might want to bathe in it.

You still look pretty good, and your mind races, wondering if KK would compliment you in it- but someone bangs on the bathroom door.

“Y/N?!” Jackie. “Y/N? Holy fucking shit- did I just see what I think I saw?!”

Tyla quickly shouts too. “I got dragged away from a really hot guy for this!! Please tell me it’s true!!!”

You open the door wordlessly, holding your hands out wide so Jackie and Tyla can see the the jersey, the Badgers emblem.

“Ladies, hold your applause.”

“What the fuck!” Tyla screams, forcing you to turn around, then tracing a finger along your back, no doubt where Caroline’s last name is printed on. “Harvey. Fucking Caroline Harvey.”

“God, she’s so hot,” Jackie groans, and you whip around to shoot her a glare. “Calm down, jealous bitch, I mean this is hot. Fuck, does she have any friends? This red is a good color on me…”

“Well,” you smile, mirroring Jackie’s own “evil” smile from earlier, “She said to come find her and get a drink. With her.”

“A drink…” Tyla breathes. “With… fucking Caroline Harvey?”

“Fucking Caroline Harvey.”

“I think I might faint from, like, secondhand hotness.”

“Well,” Jackie starts, looking away from the jersey in awe and back at your face, “You look hot. Go over there right now, get that girl, and make out. Just- right on the couch. Fuck right on the couch.”

“I second that,” Tyla smiles, adjusting the jersey slightly. “Fuck her.”

“Okay, shut up, thanks. We’ll see where the night goes.”

“Oh, my God, I can’t even believe you’re doing this. What happened to my little studious best friend?”

“Alcohol,” you shrug, momentarily wondering if you would regret all of this the next morning- but everything is just so goddamn hazy in this frat house, and you can’t think straight, can’t think about anything other than her.

“Okay, okay,” Tyla says, grabbing your shoulders and staring into your eyes like she’s about to gift you with the greatest wisdom. “You want her to come back?”

You inhale sharply. “Maybe.”

“Okay, well, if this goes good- you gotta leave her before midnight.” She glances at her watch, “It’s 11:06 right now, flirt her and romance her, all that, but leave before midnight, got it?”

“Um… why, though?”

“To keep her guessing, to keep her thinking about you, obviously,” Tyla rolls her eyes. “Trust me girl. We’ll meet you outside at 12 and then take an Uber back, right?”

“Right,” you and Jackie both repeat.

“If you really want her, before midnight, okay?”

“Okay, okay, Tyla. I’ll meet you guys then?”

Jackie pretends to wipe a few tears away. “My girl’s all grown up.”

“Shut up,” you laugh, hugging both of them quickly before disappearing into the crowd of people.

—-

You make your way towards a big couch, some armchairs, and a coffee table filled with liquor.

KK’s eyes light up when she sees you, and you notice there’s a conveniently placed empty seat right next to her, and two cups in her hands.

You don’t think anyone has noticed you wearing her jersey yet, and if someone has commented on KK’s lack of jersey, you can’t tell. You smooth it down, take a deep breath and plaster a smile on your face.

A seductive one, you hope, one like Tyla would do. And with the way she mirrors your smile with her own- except this one is just as big and goofy- you think it’s working.

“Y/N?”

Someone walks past you, then immediately stops and steps back, looking right at you.

“Yeah-?”

Oh.

“Hi, Dylan,” you mutter, smile falling from your face immediately.

“Y/N. I haven’t seen you in… forever, it feels like. How’ya been?”

“I’m fine, Dylan. I’m sorry, I’m meeting somebody, okay?” His face falls, and you feel sort of bad, so you add on “Talk soon,” to make yourself feel better.

“Wait,” he says, grabbing your arm, eyes moving from yours down to your outfit. “The fuck are you wearing? A jersey?”

“…Yes,” you say after a moment, genuinely confused until you remember how much Dylan despises sports, thinks they’re all just some popularity contest. “Okay, I’m meeting someone. Bye, Dylan.”

“Hi,” a new voice says, and you smile just a bit when you realize it’s Caroline. “I’m Caroline,” she says, ever-so politely, and it kinda makes your stomach twist. “Are you a friend of Y/N’s?”

Dylan’s eyes narrow at her. “No, I’m her ex.”

“Oh, my God,” you mumble to yourself, stepping close to Caroline. “Shut up.”

KK shoots you a look, and you can’t help but avoid your eyes. You tug your arm away from Dylan, but he doesn’t budge.

“Dylan, please,” you sigh. “I have to go, okay? Let go.”

“No, Y/N, come on-”

“Uh, I think she said let go, buddy.” She still has that same smile on her face, but your eyes flick to her exposed arms, now noticing just how much muscle is there too. There’s this glint to her smile, this edge to her voice, and you would genuinely be kinda scared if it was directed at you.

“This doesn’t involve you,” Dylan huffs. “Y/N and I need to talk- why the fuck are you going around trying to purposefully piss me off? You know I hate sports.”

“Dylan,” you start, genuinely having to take a deep breath. “We dated for a week in freshman year. Let go of me, stop embarrassing yourself, and stop talking to us.”

He stares at you, before scoffing and letting your arm drop. “You’re such a fucking bitch.”

“Okay,” you sigh. “Thank you, Dylan, goodbye.” You turn around, wondering if KK is even going to be there anymore. “I’m sorry-”

“What the fuck is his problem?” She says, and you genuinely smile at the pure disgust on her face. “Seriously- what?”

“I’m sorry,” you giggle. “It’s just… you’re so, disgusted by him.”

“You aren’t?”

“Well, yeah. But I know him.”

“And I’m sorry for that. I met him once and I never want to meet him again. Weird fucking bitch.”

You laugh again, linking your arm through hers without thinking. “Thanks for trying to defend me, though. I’m sorry- he’s just… an annoying bug that won’t go away, normally he doesn’t talk to me- but I guess he was bored tonight.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry, I think we lost the seats I saved.”

You look towards the couch, now completely filled with hockey players. “It’s okay,” you hum. “We can find somewhere else. Wanna go outside?”

��-

With the hum of the party behind you, and the stream of people walking out and walking in, the little bench on the corner of the porch was shrouded in darkness, and you felt like you were just in your own little corner with KK.

You sipped on the drink she had gotten you, exchanging basic information like what majors you were taking, how many siblings you had, and al that boring stuff before she finally stopped talking and just looked at you for a moment.

“What?” you asked, wiping some of your sip from around your lips.

She smiles. “Nothing. My jersey just looks nice on you.”

“Oh,” you say, stupidly. “Really? I was worried it didn’t get the same vibe as my original fit.”

“No, I would say you look even better.”

You smile, taking another sip for confidence before you place your hand on her arm. “So, tell me about hockey. Maybe workout routines?”

She laughs. “Workout routines?”

You softly squeeze her bicep. “Well, you don’t get these by just sitting around, do you?”

She takes a sip of her drink, trying to slyly cover her face, and you smile even wider.

“No, you don’t.” When she looks back at you, there’s the faintest hint of something on her cheeks, you don’t move your hand, sinking back into that addiction of making her blush. “Mostly lifting weights, cardio, boring things.”

“M’kay, what about actual hockey? I heard you were an Olympian, right?”

She flexes her other arm, and you can see a tattoo made up of the Olympics logo, intertwining rings, on her inner bicep.

“I’m defense, number 4, and I’m basically the star of the team.”

“Really?” You laugh, pressing your thigh against hers. “Would your other teammates agree with that?”

“Ehhh, maybe don’t ask them so you stay all impressed.”

You smile, and suddenly you realize you’ve been smiling all night ever since you started talking to her. And it feels so good to smile with her, it feels so good to be all giddy, and even when Dylan was bothering you it felt good knowing she was right behind you. And it felt even better when you turned around and she was still behind you.

“Can I have your number?” You blurt out.

“Course, baby.”

You hand her your phone, feeling like a damn middle schooler with a raging crush, and she hands you hers.

You make your contact name Jersey Stealer and she laughs when she sees it, and that sound might be your favorite thing about her- second only to her abs.

You can feel the night coming to the end, but it’s a good end, a comfortable one, and there’s definitely doors unopened and words unsaid. It feels like a really sweet beginning to something really beautiful.

You check your phone, smiling at the contact name of Hockey Star and seeing the time is 11:58.

“My friends are waiting for me,” you say, almost with a grimace. The night is coming to an end but you still don’t want it to end. And like clockwork, you watch as Jackie and Tyla walk out of the party arm in arm- sneaking subtle glances all the way to the end of the driveway, eventually disappearing out of sight behind a tree.

“Oh,” she says. “No problem.”

She sounds disappointed. It makes your stomach twist yet again, to know she doesn’t want this to end as much as you do.

You both stand up and walk to the edge of the porch, down the steps and onto the concrete walkway to the driveway. Somewhere along the way, your hand had slipped into yours.

You stop where concrete meets driveway, turning around to face her. She tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, and you don’t think you’ll ever get used to the feeling of her skin on yours. It feels like an electric rush, like an addictive high.

“I’m really glad I give you a concussion.”

You laugh. “I’m glad you didn’t either.”

She looks from your lips back to your eyes, and you’re suddenly reminded that, yes, kissing exists- and you suddenly want to kiss her. Badly.

Fuck.

“Okay, well, I’ll let you go.”

You softly place your hand on her face. You lean forward, placing your lips in a grey area between her cheek and her lips.

“Goodnight, Caroline,” you whisper, an inch away from her skin.

Suddenly she surges forward, lips fully pressing against yours, hand on your waist, and God does the feeling of her lips on yours feel so good, so right.

Oh, God. She’s succeeded in killing you, you think to yourself- everything fading out for a moment before it all comes rushing back in. The sounds of the party, the chill of the nighttime air, and the sweet sweet feeling of Caroline’s lips on yours.

You don’t think your lips will ever recover from this feeling, from the weight of her lips on yours- you’ll always be chasing this feeling, this moment.

Tyla’s words flash in your mind. You revel in this moment for a heartbeat longer until, just as quick as she kissed you, you pull back.

“Didn’t know you were the type to kiss girls on the first date, Harvey. How scandalous.”

She seems disappointed you pulled away. You can see it in her pretty blue eyes- it makes you feel like you’re on top of the world.

“Are you really just any girl?”

“Nope,” you smile, silently thanking Tyla and every star in the sky- you can see it in her eyes, the way she wants to kiss you senseless, and if the game didn’t feel so good you would have let her.

And the way she’s looking at you, slightly blown away, completely in awe, lips parted but curling into a smile- it gives you an addictive rush.

“Text me when you want your jersey back.”

You take a step back, softly prying her hand off of your waist, but holding onto it for a moment.

“Oh, no, you can wear that to my next game.”

“Really?” You smile, fingertips grazing the back of her knuckles as she tries to hold onto you, but you eventually let go. “You’ll save me a good seat?”

“The best seat,” she corrects. “For the best girl.”

This time, you don’t bother to try and hide the way she makes you feel. You clench your thighs together and let your tongue dart out to slightly lick your lips.

“I’ll be there. You better win, though.” You turn around, then look over your shoulder to see her eyes fall down to your ass.

“With a pretty good luck charm like you? I’ll probably score the winning goal.”

“Bye, Caroline,” you say over your shoulder, smiling so brightly you’re sure you look all lovesick. You can’t care, it’s just how you feel for her. Maybe you should be embarrassed, the way she makes you feel kinda like silly putty in her hands, but it feels so good. So right.

“Bye, Y/N.” Her voice is breathy.

And when you check your phone, you see it’s after midnight. So much for Tyla’s advice.

But, you think to yourself, shoes clicking on concrete and KK’s gaze on your back, you kissed her after midnight- maybe all the good things just happen after midnight.

—-

laila when kk hit her for saying the taking girls down on and off the ice thing: 😞😞😞💔💔💔💔💔

y/n also being happy that she left kk AFTER midnight bc she doesn’t just want her she actually likes her

jackie and tyla wingwoman supremes i love them sm

dylan you are annoying i wish you suffering

[ktaerssoi]

wrestling for attention

summary:

paige bueckers x fem!reader

(509)

not proof read please don't hate me!!

"you couldn't beat me in an arm wrestle."

that's what your girlfriend had said twenty minutes ago when you had made a comment about being stronger than you looked. now, you and her were sitting at the kitchen table doing what seemed to be the thirtieth arm wrestle of the past half an hour.

you smiled as you pushed to make paige's hand hit the table again, not even straining yourself to do so. "P, i think we know who is better, can i please go make dinner now?" you had invited kk and nika over for dinner at your guys' apartment that night and you were supposed to get cooking by 5:45 and it was now nearing 6.

"no y/n. i don't know how your cheating, but there is no way your beating me fairly." you roll your eyes as you get up, now standing behind your girlfriend as you rub her shoulders up and down. "face it, you just need to work out your arms more." she groans as you turn and walk into the kitchen, not accepting defeat. "i will win one!"

"sure you will babe."

-

you were cleaning dishes an hour or two later when you were cornered by paige, nika, and kk in your kitchen. "how can i help you ladies today?" you dried the rest of the cups, putting them on the rack to dry.

"paige tells us you're an arm wrestle god. we find that hard to believe." nika crosses her arms and kk narrows her eyes at you as you laugh at their competitiveness. "if you guys think you can take me.." you put your hands up in defense as you round the counter to lean on the table.

nika had sat down after attempting to beat your four times, eventually admitting that you really were a force to be reckoned with. kk on the other hand not only made you go against her eight times, but made you switch hands for two of them.

"freak of nature over here." you felt paige's arms snake around your waist as you leaned over the table for the last round against kk. her head was on your shoulder and you rubbed her forearm that was resting on your hip.

"not my fault a bunch of college athletes can't beat some random at an arm wrestle. seriously, should i call Geno and let him know?" kk laughs at your comment and her and nika leave shortly thereafter.

-

lying in bed later that night with paige's head resting comfortably on your chest, she whispers up to you. "i might actually have to start working my arms more because damn babe, they're sore from wrestling." you let out a giggle at the possible double meaning of the sentence and nodded.

"you're still the arm wrestle champ, i'll tell anyone who askes that today was a fluke." you smile as you kiss her forehead goodnight, thinking about all the other inside jokes the two of you would have by the time you grew old together.

um anyway, the girl i like told my bsf that she likes me so yk, your girl got game or wtvr. i was actually losing my mind but shhhhh..anyway thats all, not proofread, also please give me more CC requests!! - kate

[azzifudd]

court-side

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: "damn, why she over here cheesin' at her phone like that"

rated: teen

~550 words

disclaimer: as always, many made up events. here's a little thing that i forced myself to write as a little gift for yall before i go on a short trip, hope yall enjoy

“Paige, get in here!” 

Paige ducks her head bashfully, but she goes to join the picture like Sue says. The photographer directs her to kneel at the front. Megan is next to her with Sue behind her and Diana and Stewie beside her with their wives. 

They pose for a few photos together, all the UConn women at the Wasserman party before everyone else floods in. 

Paige feels so much gratitude in that moment, to be so accepted in such an amazing group of women. 

She approaches the photographer after, asking to be sent the photos when they’re ready. 

The second they come in, she sends them through to Azzi. 

“Wish you were here. Miss you so much. 💗” 

//

Paige is having a nice night when the text comes in. 

She’d come to Phoenix alone, but luckily the UConn family was expansive and the WNBA community so welcoming. She hadn’t needed to worry about not having company for a single moment. But that didn’t mean she didn’t still wish Azzi was here with her. It didn’t help that most of her friends had their partners with them.

So when Azzi texts that her flight into Phoenix had been canceled, Paige is hit with such a wave of sadness that Liv stops what she’s doing to ask her if she’s okay. 

“Azzi can’t make it.” 

And she knows it’s a little ridiculous because she just saw her, and she’ll be seeing her again in a few days, but at the moment, she misses Azzi desperately.

“Oh babe, you look so sad I thought something really horrible happened.” Liv laughs a little bit and gives her a side hug.

Paige pouts, leaning into the hug. She usually isn’t this publicly vulnerable, but she’s always felt safe around Liv who has been there for both her and Azzi.

“Bueckers!” Jewell Loyd approaches them, her girlfriend Téa at her side. 

Paige greets them both with hugs. She’d gotten to spend some time with them in Seattle when she visited Nika. 

“Where’s your girl?” Jewell questions playfully. “You talked her up so much the other week I’m excited to meet her.” 

“Her flight just got canceled.” Paige explains with a sigh. 

“Aw, well we’re gonna make sure you have a fun time tonight anyways.” 

And she does mostly, if only because she spends half of the night on her phone.

//

“Paige over here, smilin’ at her phone.” Flau’jae gives a sly look to her followers. She’s broadcasting the final minutes of the All Star game, and Paige had given a quick wave before registering Flau’jae’s quip. 

“Relax!” Paige crows, and both of them throw their heads back, cackling with laughter as they rock back and forth.

Within minutes, she knows the exchange will be all over the internet as people speculate about just who had Paige Bueckers cheesing at her phone. 

Sure enough, her phone begins to buzz with texts in the team group chat. A full on roast seems to be going on, with KK leading the charge, and she laughs at a few of the jokes, before a text comes in from outside the group. 

💗 damn whoever you were texting must be pretty great to have you smiling like that

shes pretty dope. I like her alot 

💗 she likes you a lot too 

[nevernonline]

✧.* just for one night; yjh

for jeonghan's birthday he teased the gift he wanted wrapped in a pretty bow this time was you. little did he know that his joke would turn into his favorite present.

𐦍 paring: jeonghan x reader.

𐦍 genre: romance, bad humor, fluff, "friendly" date.

𐦍 warnings: drinking,  s3xy times, swearing,  smut, minors dni, reader has female genitalia.

𐦍 word count: 2.0k

𐦍 content: non-idol characters, food/drink, cursing, slightly- suggestive, pet names, afab! reader.

𐦍 note: I meant to post this on 1004 but.. maybe forgot to queue it LMAO. this wasn't intended to go this way and I don't rlly write smut often (or read it often tbh) so pls all my baddies who read and write smut give me feedback. (pls) lolol. anyway!! enjoy kk. ily.

It was that time again, time to find a gift for a friend who had nearly everything. Scouring around shops and market places, trying to find something special that had any meaning to the two of you. Sure, you could buy a lux gift or a fancy dinner, but that was basic and well beyond the things Jeonghan had given you. 

You scroll back through texts and posts over the last few birthdays you had spend celebrating him, stumbling across a photo that gave you a good idea. You were sitting on his lap as he blew out his birthday candle. After that wish was put into the universe you recall his lips coming so close to your ear his lips were almost making contact with your pierced lobes. 

“All I want next year is you wrapped in a pretty bow.” 

Maybe he wouldn’t remember that wish, but you did. It was silly and stupid, but your friend did always know what he wanted and wasn’t shy to ask for it. 

You sprinted to the stationary store in order to find a big pink bow in under thirty minutes, so you could make it back to your apartment where Jeonghan was meeting you before his big night out with all of his friends. The options were endless, a sea of glitter, metallic, curling, satin, but you decided to be simple, just a large bound pink ribbon. 

After an overwhelming time spent pondering over pink fabric, you made it home with ten minutes to spare. Lacing yourself up from your sneakers, to your hair, your bag, even a dainty piece wrapped around your neck as a finishing touch just as the doorbell rang, you told him to open up where he found you laced in pink, wearing a black dress, holding a cupcake flame ablaze. 

“Happy Birthday, Hannie.” 

A smile creeped in as he came close to blow his candle out looking at the pink adorned ribbon tied all over you, he remembered. 

“My present I presume?” 

His fingers pointed towards you, again smiling from ear to ear like he couldn’t believe you remembered his wish. 

“Think I’d forget?” 

“You tend to forget your own name while drinking, so yes. I love it.” 

Jeonghan’s hands reached to run his hands over the ribbon in your hair, pausing before he touched the one on your neck. 

“So this means you’re mine for the night?” 

“Your wish is my command, birthday boy. Should we go?” 

“You know when I wished for you to be my present, I meant much more than you wearing bows right?” 

You huffed, watching his eyes still on your neck. 

“I did. I really will oblige any wish, as long as it’s legal and safe.” 

“No promises, babe. Let’s go.” 

Walking hand in hand into Jeonghan’s not so surprise party was not out of the norm for you, you’ve always been the type of friend that clung to close, even for your own comfort. Something seemed to linger in the air around you as a pair. 

“Mind getting me a cocktail? I’m going to go say hi to the guys and thank them.” 

“Again, here to please. Vodka Cran or G&T?” 

“Gin, please.” 

With a small salute as a send off you walked into a line behind three other partygoers in line. 

“Y/n? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in pink before?” 

The voice was Joshua’s coming from behind you. He wrapped his right arm around your shoulders in a half hug greeting you hello. 

“Really? Well, it's for Jeonghan’s gift. Last year he wished that I gift him myself, so here I am adorned in pink ribbon.” 

“You really took him up on that? You are one good friend.” 

“I know that you're thinking it's probably a mistake, you’re right.” 

“Na, he’d never hurt you or let anyone else. He likes you far too much.” 

Your eyes rolled now facing the bartender and placing the matching drink order before turning back to Joshua. 

“Come find me later okay? I need a Shua Hong dance for my payment for being Jeonghan’s bitch for the night.” 

“It's the least I can do.” 

Hours passed by just as quickly as alcohol entered your system, you haven’t left the side of your male counterpart for hours, he wouldn’t let you slide away other than grabbing more drinks or running to the ladies room.

Your buzz is far more prominent now. Jeonghan’s hands slid to the lower half of your body, resting between your bare skin and the hem of your dress and your heart followed along to the beat of the edm music playing over the club loudspeakers. 

“Dance with me, pretty?” 

His eyes burning a hole into your head, you obliged, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him into the center of the purple lights and faux fog. 

Jeonghan’s hands found a comfortable spot resting on your hips as you twisted around placing your back onto his chest, grinding slowly to the song. 

This proximity between you has never existed, while you’re touchy or clingy the feeling from the warmth of his pants's friction on your upper thighs made you feel differently about your so called friend. 

Thoughts swirled in your brain as you turned back to be face to face with his plump lips and siren like eyes. A hand, that same hand that was resting comfortably on your lower half snaked its way up to your neck, the ribbon placed there was now further from your skin as his fingers laced their way under it. 

“You want to know what else I wished for?” 

You opened your mouth to speak, no words formed other than some incoherent ones that sounded like soft moaning. 

“I wished that you’d be my present forever, not just for the night. I can’t let anybody else get this gift.” 

Your hands reached from the nape of his neck to the side of his face, trying to give him a clue that you wanted him as badly as he wanted you. 

“Come home with me?” 

He placed a small peck onto your cheek, nearing the site of your lips that so badly wanted to feel the crash of his on them. 

The whole ride back in your taxi, your hands rubbed up his thigh. He knew you looked nervous, but also that you would tell him if anything made you uncomfortable. 

Truth be told he was nervous too. This was a line he never thought would be crossed. Jeonghan knew for years that he wanted you and only you for that matter, but he waited for the perfect moment to be put in your hands. 

Saying a quick thank you to your driver, you basically sprinted into his place, not even having a second to throw your jacket and bag down at his front door before you had your back against his white walls in the dark. 

The sense of urgency to kiss you was obvious. A near feral feeling. He tasted like cherries and gin as he kissed you quickly, helping you out of your outerwear and pulling you into his apartment that was only lit by the beautiful view of the city below. 

“Help me?” 

Your voice came out as a whimper, turning your back to him as an indication you needed help out of your dress. 

His cold hands wrapped around the zipper of your dress running a finger down your spine as it unzipped. 

“Wow.” 

His confidence suddenly washing away as he looked at your semi naked body only wearing a matching pink slip dress to the color of your bows and a pair of matching panties below. 

“Dressed up for me too?” 

“Nope. Just like to match.” 

The ‘P’ of your nope popped onto his face and a devious smile appeared. 

“Don’t be bad, gifts shouldn’t talk back to their owner.” 

His hands found his way to the place they didn’t seem to leave all night, your hips as he placed you down onto his fresh sheets. 

“Sorry, Hannie.” 

“It’s okay, just be a good girl."  

You nodded as he began kissing you starting at your lips and followed a trail all the way down to your sternum. 

“You know the best part about gifts is opening them.” 

Jeonghan’s fingers now wrapped around the waistband of your underwear as he slowly pulled them down below your knees, around your ankles and onto the floor. 

A pause from kissing came as his pointer and middle finger entered into your mouth and prompted you to spit on them so he could rub circles onto your clit before entering another space he had never been to before. His first finger came in slowly penetrating you softly, when he saw you getting needy his second entered and the beats became more rapid as he used his tumb to rub circles around your much more sensitive sweet spot. 

Your moaning became louder, reminding him of your voice yelling over the sound of the music in the club as you reached your first orgasm of the night. 

Sitting up now watching as Jeonghan places the same two fingers that were inside of you into his mouth, savoring every last drop of the finish you had because of him, you crawled onto you knees now prompting him for some pleasure. 

Undoing the button and zipper of his pants, letting him and his cock catch their breath before going down on him. You placed soft kisses along the pale skin of his stomach, making sure to nip his skin in between as you make your way down his torso. Just as you reach the waistband of his boxers, a hand comes to cup the hard thing lying beneath. 

“Wanted me that bad huh?” 

Jeonghan, now dethroned from his previous position of power, just groaned as a beg to have your mouth wrapped around his pulsing cock. 

“I’ve wanted you forever.” 

Hearing his breathless moans you released your hands from his cock and finished unwrapping yourself for him, leaving that small pink ribbon tied around your neck, before going back down to kiss your lips at the tip of his dick. 

As your hands and mouth worked their way around in unison all over his engorged flesh, it takes only a few minutes for him to fill the dirty mouth that was teasing him just before. 

“Didn’t take you for such a lightweight, Yoon.” 

“Shut the fuck up and please get on top of me.” 

Your legs came to straddle around his still sensitive cock as you teased your entrance. 

“Someone’s so needy.”

“Someone is supposed to be doing far less talking and far more fucking.” 

His arms pulled you down fearlessly so your lips could fall back into place and also so he could shut you up while you finally let him inside of you. 

“Fuck, I didn’t expect you to be so tight.” 

Jeonghan knew he wouldn’t last long being inside of you, not because you were tight, but because of the way he felt about you and how much he dreamed about watching your breasts bouncing as they hovered over his face while he fucked you. 

“I- Uh, Fuck.” 

“You what, pretty? Can’t handle me? Can't it last long? Want me to fill you up as you ride me?” 

“Yes, yes, all of it. Please, Hannie.’"

As his hips pounded their way onto yours, both of you running out of stamina maybe due to the alcohol or maybe the adrenaline reached your climax near the same time. 

“Can you come inside me, please?” 

You were practically begging him to mark you and since you looked so pretty he couldn’t say no to you. 

With the two of you now finished, his cock still inside of you. Jeonghan placed soft kisses on your lips. 

“I don’t want this to stop.” 

His hands came to untie the pink fabric now slightly wet from your shared bodily fluids. 

“Me either. I love you, you know?” 

You lifted your body off of him, now under his covers with your hands placed on his chest. 

“I love you too, Happy Birthday.” 

“Be my present forever, okay?” 

“Okay, handsome.” 

And with another year gone, Jeonghan finally got the birthday present he truly wanted. You.

[bueckerssturniolo]

Spanish classes- Paige bueckers

Paige bueckers x Latina

A/n: i apologize if there is any spelling mistake and if it sucks its my first time writing on this app

There will be Spanish in this but I will translate.

“Hey guys welcome back to my channel since you guys loved my video last week with kk, we’re doing the same thing but with Paige which is teaching her Spanish.” I said while she waved at the camera “y’all I know a few words in Spanish so I feel like I’m gonna nail this.” She said while I smiled a bit

“I have a list of words that I’m going to be teaching them, and sentences for her to learn I let her choose a few words so let’s see what happens.” I say to the camera as Paige put her hand on my thigh she spoke up, “How do you say I have the prettiest girlfriend ever in Spanish.” while I smiled while Kk fake gags in the background since she was sitting on the couch “get a room.” She said while Paige and I laugh.

Paige and I have been dating for three years we’ve always kept it private until this year we made a instagram post about our relationship, both Paige and I play for UConn’s basketball team so there was a lot of hate but we didn’t care. “Okay but can we actually focus on the video.” I asked and she nodded, “como estuvo tu día” I said while she repeated it with an accent that made me laugh “babe I swear you’re gonna be laughing instead of teaching me anything.” She said while I nodded and we moved onto the next word

Translation: how was your day

“How do you say I’m the best basketball player on my team” She said while I rolled my eyes playfully . “Soy la mejor jugadora de baloncesto en mi equipo” I said while she repeated it she had a hard time pronouncing “jugadora” I helped her out “babe it’s ju-ga-do-ra” I sounded it out for her “jugadora” She said with her accent but managed to say it right this time “yes this time it was better” I say while giving her a high five but she kisses my forehead and I smile. It’s moments like this that I love with her.

“Yo soy la mejor jugadora de mi equipo de baloncesto.” Paige repeated with a strong accent and I nodded “yes baby just like that.” I said while she gave me a little smirk. “Weirdo” I said making us both laugh “girl boo why are you lying to her.” Kk said making you laugh while Paige rolled her eyes are Kk’s comment “stop being a hater man you just mad I beat you to a 1v1 last night.” Paige stated

Translation: I'm the best player on my basketball team.

“Man shut up” Kk said and Paige flipped her hair playfully making me laugh a bit. I stared at Paige her beautiful blue eyes, “Mi novia tiene unos ojos tan bonitos.” I said since she didn’t understand she raised an eyebrow “are you talking crap about me in Spanish” She asked and I chuckled and smiled

Translation: My girlfriend has such beautiful eyes.

“My girlfriend has such beautiful eyes.” I said while she smiled and blushed a little, “babe what’s the one sentence you tell me when I piss you off.” Whenever Paige makes me mad I always tell her “Deja de molestar.” I tell her the sentence and she repeats it “I’ll stop Molestar a mi novia” she said with a sassy tone making the both of us laugh

Translation: stop bothering

While I was trying to think of another thing to teach her, she spoke up “ma what’s que horas son or something like that.” “Que horas son it means what time is it you said it almost perfect it’s just horas you want that ho sound.” I explained to her and she nodded and extended that ho sound

Translation: what time is it

“Y’all there’s something that gets me everytime Kiara speaks Spanish her accent, It’s so I find it really attractive” She said while a small smirk “everyone says that it might be that Colombian accent but I’m also Guatemalan. But thank you baby,” I said while Kk came over to us

“Hey girly pops I know y’all love seeing me on this channel anyways just wanted to say Kie is one of the best YouTubers, so if your subscribed to her channel what are you doing.” While I agreed with Kk and gave her a five high “but seriously guys kept commenting that you want me on this channel cause I have nothing to do.” She said before leaving while Paige and I laughed a little

“Well y’all I ran out of words so this might be a short video but I promise next week will be better. Anything you wanna say.” I asked Paige “Nah but te amo.” She said with a smile like she was proud of herself for saying it. “Te amo más but bye guys.” I said pressing the button to stop recording and kissed

Translation: I love you & I love you more

A/n: y’all bare with me this is my first time writing on this app so once again I apologize if it sucks 😭

[pbforeva]

part 5

i actually don’t have something to say for once, i’m surprised cause i never shut up

—

Evelyn's pov:

I wake up next to Aurora around 7 a.m. I see the ice cream we shared last night on the nightstand and smile a bit, until I remember why we needed the ice cream.

I groan and get out of bed while reaching for my phone. I realize Paige texted me back!

Paige

Are you free to hang out tonight?

Sorry, but not tonight

What about tomorrow night?

Yeah! what time?

Whatever works for you

My friends and I are going out

around 8 later, you could come!

You could bring Aurora too!

Sure!

I am so excited to finally get some time away from Blake. I mean I still love him, but it gets kind of lonely because he doesn't like me having many friends. Oh goodness, I hope he doesn't find out about this, he certainly wouldn't like it.

Wait, he doesn't matter any more. I would never cheat on him, and we are still technically together, but it will be so nice to be free for once. Wait, I am free with Blake, right?

I decide I have to stop thinking, so I grab the eggs from the fridge and make Aurora and I breakfast. She wakes up just before I am done and comes to the table when i set our plates down.

"So, how are you feeling, babe?" She asks while poking at her scrambled eggs.

"I mean, I've been better, but i can't stop thinking of it as a simple mistake. I mean I made him pretty mad the other day," I reply while looking into her sympathetic eyes.

"Oh Evelyn, it is not your fault, and I won't have you thinking it is. Also this is not just a mistake, he broke your trust. If it was to get revenge for an accident, you deserve better." She says sweetly but firmly.

"Yeah, I guess," I say. She's wrong. I know she's wrong, she's just trying to make me feel better. I mean it's not the first time this has happened, wanting revenge is just a natural thing I guess.

We finish up breakfast and get ready to head our separate ways for class. I leave before Aurora because my class is earlier, but when I step in the hall, I hear a familiar voice behind me. I turn around to see Paige walking alongside one of her friends. She looks up and meets my eyes, and I watch her eyes light up.

"Hey, Evelyn!" I watch her say with a smile on her face.

"Hey, Paige!" I say back and begin to walk towards her.

"Are you so ready for tonight?" She asks while wiggling her eyebrows at me.

I let out a laugh and say back "Oh, you know it!"

Then the girl beside her begins to talk, "Ohhh, so this is Evelyn, she says while smirking at Paige. "I'm KK by the way," she adds before pulling me in for a hug.

Oh my gosh, if I get one more hug I am going to explode. I know they mean well, but the added pressure on my stomach is not doing well on my fresh bruises. Obviously, I can't tell them to stop because they'd ask why, and they just wouldn't get it. Blake and I have an interesting relationship, no one really gets our dynamic besides us.

I hug her back, but I keep it short, so my ribs don't feel like they're breaking for too long.

"Are you going out with us tonight?" I ask KK, while trying to keep a smile on my face.

Luckily she doesn't notice the deceptive look in my eyes, as she just continues with our conversation.

"Yeah, I am! And you know we are gonna get lit!" She says with an admirable amount of enthusiasm.

"Oh you know it," I say, laughing along with her. I turn to Paige and ask her "So, who is all going?"

"hmm, probably just me, KK, Aubrey, and Azzi, to be honest," she replies with a shrug.

I glance at my phone and realize i'm going to be late for class if I don't wrap this up. "That's cool! I can't wait to meet them," I enthusiastically say.

"Yeah, you've already met them, and I'm sure you'll love them when you get to know them!" She says back, matching my enthusiasm.

"Well, I have to go to class now, but I'll see you two later tonight!" I say before I turn to leave the dorm building.

Paige's pov:

I watch as Evelyn slowly disappears from my view until KK begins to speak.

"So, that's the famous Evelyn," she says with a smirk, "I can see why you like her so much," she continues poking fun at me.

"Stoppp," I say as my fave begins to turn red from embarrassment.

She laughs and we continue down to the cafe. Soon, we arrive, order, and sit down at a table together. KK pulls out her phone as we wait for our drink, but I just sit there and think.

I think about Evelyn and how unhappy she looked this morning. I don't know why, but her smile appeared to be spurious. Ever since Azzi said there was something off about her, I can't help but think the same. The look in her eyes, despite the smile on her face, when someone gives her a hug.

At first I thought it was just because she didn't want me hugging her, but when I noticed a similar look in her eyes when KK hugged her I got a weird feeling. It seemed like it was almost painful to hug us? Ugh, I don't know.

"Yo, Paige," I hear KK say, while snapping her fingers in front of my face.

"Yeah," I half-heartedly respond.

"I said your name like five times, what were you thinking about?" She asks while giggling, "Cause our drinks are ready," she continues while getting up.

"Oh, nothing," I mumble, while following her away from our table.

"Yeah, mhm, I'm sure it wasn't Evelyn," She says while evilly laughing.

"Oh, shut up," I say with my cheeks hot with embarrassment, "it was nothing." She just nods while continuing to smile. It was nothing right? I ask, trying to convince myself. We start to head back to our dorm, and I slowly forget about my deep thoughts from the coffee shop.

—

someone has feelings

[freedomfireflies]

Omg so I have a vision stay with me

Bartender Harry at a local college town (could be a club or just like a dive bar or something) I’m thinking grad school vibes for y/n. Thinking kinda quiet reserved y/n and blue collar rough around the edges mean to everyone except y/n Harry

Miss y/n and her group of friends go to this bar every weekend. Maybe she isn’t a big drinker and is often the groups DD and just gets soda/water most times and as they walk in every time Harry always has a soda / water bottle ready waiting for her at the bar.

They grow a friendship over the weeks they come to the bar cause her friends often get super drunk and go off and dance and she sits at the bar and talks to him / keeps him company throughout the weekly visits Maybe he always makes witty jokes to try and convince her to take a night off and have him be the one to drive her home or something idk anyways feelings emerge but they’re both scared to make a move.

Maybe one night the sexual tension is too much or something happens like she’s finally like BET take me home then and so he does and they hook up

Harry leaves before she wakes up cause he’s nervous she’s regret it. Week goes by First time back at bar things are awkward they don’t know where they stand and out of nerves she decided to get drunk and a guy from her friend group tries to take advantage of her and Harry is NOT having it and rescues her and drives her home makes sure she’s okay maybe she asks him to stay and they just cuddle and all the fluff and next morning wake up and fall in love yadda yadda yadda

Just a vision I had butMoral of the story I think bartender or even age gap club owner or something would be EVERYTHING

Kk thanks love you so much bye🩷🩷🩷

UM!!!!! THE VISION IS VISIONING!!!

Omg babe I LOVE THIS!! Your mind is so big and so creative!!! Are you thinking of writing this?? You absolutely should (and then tag me so I can read it hehe)

This is so sweet and so fun and I love this world you've created so much!! You're so crazy talented! 😭💞

[whumpfessional]

Worst Anniversary

Time to start posting this story of Iris and Thalia getting kidnapped by a witch/undead hunter society! Iris and Thalia are (again) characters from Monster of the Week games that my partner and I play. They have helped write some of these so thank you G!

Let's begin with a little kidnapping.

CW: Alcohol reference, noncon drugging, kidnapping, magic kidnapping?

Thalia swung the door open into the night air, allowing Iris to pass through first. She paused a moment before passing through, the rum from earlier clouding her brain “You know what? I...really like our anniversary.” She admits, following after. “Even if it carries with it the horrible memory of Kenny’s polka-folk-punk band.”

Iris leaned on Thalia as they walked down the evening street, stepping over puddles in her tall boots. “I never understood why people would only want a DJ but,” she hiccuped a little, the taste of gin coming back to her, “I understood it after that rendition of Cherry Bomb.” She placed a kiss on Thalia’s cheek, leaning a little more heavily. 

Thalia smiled as the warmth from the kiss sunk into her cheek, supporting Iris as she leant against her. “Are you tipsy, Soganic?” She teased, squeezing her arm. 

“Mmm,” Iris hummed, “I think whoever made the drinks had a heavy pouring hand.” She licked her lips slightly, “not that I’m complaining.” Her hand slid over to Thalia’s neck, holding it from behind. “I would like to get home though.” She squeezed slightly. 

“Yeah, I mean-I didn’t have much but-“ she pulls them down a quiet street to begin the trek back to the apartment, veering them slightly off course for a moment in the turning. “-I’m also-I got a nice buzz going. Hey, did you know I’m in love with you?” She grinned uncharacteristically, feeling the hand behind her neck. 

“I always love to hear it,” Iris tilted over her head to bump it against Thalia’s. As they turned quickly, the world spun for a moment and she felt herself grabbing more tightly onto Thalia in order to stay upright. “Oh, shit. Maybe I had more than I meant to.” Iris looked around, the street appearing to sway slightly. 

Thalia gently grabbed onto her shoulders in support, frowning. “Hey, are you okay? Do we need to sit on the curb for a second? There’s slices nearby too I think…” she blinks a few times, also feeling unsteady. “That’s...weird…” an idea turns slowly over in her brain, and she closes her eyes in an attempt to sense any heartbeats that weren’t coming from the person in front of her.

No noises seemed to creep down the quiet street other than the dripping of pooled rain water off of the roofs and the sounds of the city in the background. Just Iris’s heart, pumping away beside her. As she paused for a moment, Thalia was able to notice Iris’s heart rate picking up slowly as she leaned more heavily on her partner. 

“A slice might be good.” Iris grinned through the dizziness, walking forward a few steps before tipping over slightly, catching herself against the wall. 

“Careful!” Thalia catches up to Iris, stumbling herself. “Shit, I….” she catches herself on the wall as well. “I think Some fucking creep must have put something in our drinks. I’ll….fuck…” she starts to fumble for the phone in her pocket.

“Fuuuck,” Iris moaned, leaning heavily. “Here,” She snapped her fingers together, attempting to conjure her flame. Nothing happened. Iris’s eyes flew open in panic as she reached for Thalia, “Babe, babe? My fire isn’t coming up.” She began looking wildly up and down the street, scanning for any signs of movement.

Thalia presses her back against Iris in a protective manner, looking around as well. Though she didn’t…. Feel too strong herself. “Shit, shit, fuck…” remembering herself, she pats for her phone in an empty pocket and her eyes widen in fear. “Someone….pickpocketed  kk….what the fuck?” She grabs Iris’ hand desperately, fighting to stand.

Iris patted her pockets too, no phone in sight. Clasping tight onto Thalia’s hand, she starts to pull her towards the main street up ahead. “We’ve got to get into a store or something.” She hissed, whipping her head around in order to try to spot something. The shadows appeared to grow longer, looming over them. 

“Right….Yeah, we just have to-get somewhere...public..” Thalia said, following. She twists her head to look at the shadows, unsure if it was the drug in her system or-

Iris feels a pull on her arm and heard a shriek as a shadow stretches its tendrils to engulf Thalia, sucking her into the blackness and suddenly muffling the scream.

“Thalia!” Iris screams, immediately trying to pull on her fire, to light up the shadows. But the moment she takes to bring her hands up is a moment too long and the shadows flow over, covering her completely. And then there is nothing. 

On hearing the screams, a student working late into the night pokes his head out his window, looking around the street. There is no one there, just the dripping of the water.

[fangirlstorycreator]

How do you think Terry would react to a drunk happy giggly girlfriend coming home? I'm a bit drunk rn and I wonder how he would take it. Sorry if this is not readable I'm drunk CK and kk pleace

Kk3: you were just being dropped back home by a taxi, with your 2 friends in the car. "See you later Y/N!" One friend shouts out to you. "By guys!" Once the taxi leaves, you try your hardest to walk up to the front door. Luckily, Terry opens it to see you. "Baby! Wow you look like you've had a good time" you giggle happily at him. "Yes! I most cer-hickup-certainly did! I had this many drinks!" You say, as you hold up all your fingers. Terry just laughs. "Baby that's a lot of drinks" you fall into Terry's arms for a hug. "Shhh dont tell anyone...but a few of those were shots! 'Giggle' they tasted like strawberries" "alright baby come in, let's get you inside" he guides you into the house and sits you down on the sofa, that doesn't stop you though. You take your shoes off and start dancing on the sofa. "Baby what are you doing?" "I'm dancing Terry! I still feel the music, come and dance with me!" "Well maybe-" "ooooh! Or maybe, maybe we, we could find another nightclub to go to! Just us two. We could dance the night away. OR! Why dont we, why-why dont we-" Terry just laughs as he takes you off the sofa and holds you in his arms. "I absolutely would love to do that with you baby, but its past 2 in the morning. Dont you think it's a little late for that?" "Oh..." you make a little pouty face. Terry just takes your face in his hands. "I promise baby, we can go out together another night" "I love you Terry!" You say loudly, making him laugh again. "I love you to baby"

CK: you are picked up by Terry at the club, and it's safe to say, you were in a good mood. "Thank you for getting me babe, love you soooooo much!" This makes Terry chuckle. "I love you too sweetheart. You certainly seemed like you enjoyed yourself?" "Oh I did! There was dancing, and music and these little tiny drinks that looked sooo cute!" "And did you drink them sweetheart?" You just giggle. "Maybeeee... they looked so cute i just had to have them. They reminded me a bit of you!" Terry looks a little confused. "What do you mean?" "Well they were really pretty and cute and they made me feel really-hickup-really happy inside" Terry loves this adorable drunk side of you. And the description you gave was just as adorable. "That's very nice of you to say sweetheart". When you arrived home, Terry took you by the hand and guided you inside. He sat you down on the sofa, next to the fire. "Would you like something to eat sweetheart?" "Yes please! Can I-hickup-can I have a....oh I forgot" he just laughs, right before kissing you in the forehead. "Why dont I just make you some cheese on toast?" "Ooooh thank you babe! I love you". He makes both you and himself some cheese on toast, and once your both finished, you seemed to have sobered up, just a little... "thank you Terry, that just what I needed" "your welcome beautiful" you look at him with such admiration, and you just want to be near him. You pull him in for a kiss and try to sit on his lap. But he respectfully declines and sits you back on the sofa. "Terry-" "sweetheart your drunk, and I love you with all my heart, you know I do. And I will not do that while your drunk" you give him a pouty face. He just smiles and strokes your cheek. "If you still want to be intimate tomorow, then I promise we will. But I will not do it while your in this state" you know hes right. You love how respectful and loving he is, so you nod your head, showing that you agree with him. You cuddle up into him as he holds you close. "I love you terry" "I love you too sweetheart"

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Btw forgot to say but yeah I doubt about that the drowning xd

Oof he's gonna lose connection

Hmm idk about cop

Aaand there he goes xD

Yesss besties he does 👀 :)

"Are you suggesting a trip to the tropics?" "I wasn't, but-" xDD girlie sounded skeptical at first but Nyla wants to get out of here lol 💀 XD

YESS go lol :D

And you get funding xD

Knowing him and Bailey? You're right not to be surprised

Oh yeahh lol no jurisdiction xD

Well I mean just help in general is good

I mean they don't have it either lol, there's still crime

His anniversary xD

Wesley 👀?

LOL yep xD his rich family money

I don't think you're bringing him though lol

Hey and you get reimbursed lol!

XD First class and the trust fund lol

Grey's right on that xD

"Why can't it be both?" ain't it xD

Yep lol, basically

Also it's not even that sunny there or anything lol

OOP hey guys o.o

Bro's just trying to ask to talk xD

😬😬 I'm glad you're talking though

:((( poor babeys D:

I mean you might wanna try and figure out if it's good weird or bad weird

Lol bell around the neck xD

Yk we probably won't see Wesley but at least we got a mention 😌

Sorry (not) anyway lol

XD he's like "you're ruining my Tim tests" lol

I mean hey he trained you xD

XD I love them lol

OPE why are y'all walking someone at night ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Like to meet Angela and Nyla? Nah because you don't know they're coming

Honestly they'll probably be thinking they're on their own for a while if not the whole time

Like be thinking that for that amount of time I mean

Y'all I should NOT be watching this at night😭 we ain't even at the real freaky stuff yet xD

Feeling like them right now lol

Okay not that bad lol

THAT SOUND DID NOT HELP

Like the door opening

Why are we here though? Are we taking her back? Shouldn't she already be there also we didn't see the body with y'all lol?

Poor lady :(

Ahh taking a look

Hmm looking for anything sus

Behind her left ear? And looking like that? Nahhh that's sus

The left ear is just bc, hard to get to

Uh oh o.o

Guysss 😭

"Where's your hand"- oh right bc it's dark lol

Okay but besties. Why would it be empty. Think about that

Susser by the moment

I'm too tense rn y'all xD

Guyssss xd

Yeeah better than using it xD

Hopefully he's not secretly a good guy lol

UH OH

Oh yeah don't forget the camera o.o

Y'all are stressing me out 😭😭

Guys let's be real it's not gonna happen xdd

Oh missed the escaping bit lol had to go back

Uh oh o.o

I would not sleep if I were y'all lol

Don't worry they're coming xD

LOL but it's instead of each other xD

But I was gonna say nah they're gonna have to show up when Nolan and Bailey are already in danger or something, bc otherwise they'd leave (bc clearly the boat's working by then)

OPE

NAHH Y'ALL I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS

I said, having totally signed up for this xd

HE SHOULD GO CHECK BUT-

NAHHHHH

UH OH

NO GIRLIE DO NOT GO OUT THERE

ONE OF YOU STAY

HE GOES YOU STAY

NOOO-

AGH CRAP

Gosh 😭😭😭

Aww hey girl :))

Nahh sleep xD

Aww love them 🥰

If it is today though be careful lol

UH OH IT IS NOW TODAY??

Oh no just time moved up

ANYWAY BAD O.O

I would be s t r e s s i n g xD I'm sure Lucy is too lol

Aww hey guys :D

Them dang screams xd though that one sounded more like a seagull lol

OPE SLFHDHKSLD SLAY LOL

I love them so much <33

Just thinking about Angela being like "heeyyy babe how are things just calling to tell you I'm using your trust fund card to pay for first class tickets to a remote island to rescue Nolan from a murderer 🥰🥰 kk love you, don't forget to pick Jack up, I'll see you in a few days 😙". Iconic XDD

PHEW she made it xD

😑 when I tell you I would be m a d

Especially bc it looks like she didn't bring anything with her xd

Lol both

Slayy Celina

Yeah I'd be glad, done with all that stress xD

Okayy slay Celina, we love her research

Like it's a thing she does yk :)

:OO Slay bestie :D!!

Ahh he was gonna rob maybe 👀

Go off Celina :D

The difference in responses lol xD

[taegiiseok]

actually I lied again, I'm telling u all to bless ur selves with this beautiful cover real quick, and noooow I'm goin to bed

[star-girl69]

hi everyone! this is so lazy but pls enjoy 🫶🫶

warnings: swearing and also slight freaky stuff 😣

you: good morning my sweet girlfriend

kk: wtf

kk: why r u not in my bed??

you: babe… i told u i had to leave early this morning bc i had an appt

kk: for what?

you: getting my nails done

kk: u abandoned me to get ur nails done?

you: yes…?

you: i don’t think i appreciate this attitude maybe i’ll just go back to my dorm

kk: please come back to my place.

you: say pretty please with sprinkles on top

kk: y/n

you: ok see u tmrw then

kk: pretty please with sprinkles on top.

you: ofc i will come back to urs 🥰

kk: 🙄

you: attitude????

kk: no ily

you: aww i love u too!

—-

you: can u plz drive me to my friend’s birthday dinner on friday and pick me up

kk: what times

you: drop me off at 6 pick me up at 9

kk: ok no problem

you: thank u ily

you: i would carpool w my friend serena but i don’t trust her in a car

you: she runs red lights a lot lol

kk: ??? plz don’t ever get into a car with her. i will drive u always

you: aww ur so sweet! not wanting me to die 🥰

kk: anything for my passenger princess

—-

you: CAROLINE ROSE HARVEY

kk: im sorry

kk: i’m so sorry

kk: i’ll make it up to you i promise im so sorry

…

laila: what did you do to kk 😭😭

laila: she’s staring at her phone in horror and when i asked her what was wrong she just said y/n before putting her head in her hands

you: i’m letting her sit in fear for a minute

laila: i admire you a lot ❤️

…

you: so i wake up this morning

kk: yes and u looked so pretty when i left

you: thank u

you: anyways and i then go about my day and i’m ready to run out and do my errands i look at myself in the mirror

kk: and u saw how beautiful u r?

you: yes and also i saw a GAINT FUCKING HICKEY ON MY NECK

you: SEVERAL OF THEM ACTUALLY

kk: do u really want me to say sorry for that

you: yes??? i need so much makeup to cover this up. actually i think u should buy new concealer for me

kk: as long as i can do it again

you: no this is so embarrassing

kk: it’s ok you’ll be saying different later

kk: besides u were encouraging me last night

you: ur delusional i’ve never done that

kk: if u say so babe but we both know

you: *link to new concealer*

kk: just bought 2 prepare to use them up

you: no

kk: yessss

you: no

kk: 😉

you: die

kk: ❤️

—-

you: i’m really craving chick fil a

kk: ok

you: i’m REALLY craving chick fil a

kk: u mentioned that

you: bye u don’t care abt me

you: gonna go text my other hoes

kk: u don’t have other hoes

you: im about to

kk: we’ll see

you: PLEASE GET ME CHICK FIL A

you: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

kk: thought u were texting other hoes?

you: i lied ur my only hoe and ilysm

you: plz get me chick fil a

you: i’ll do a cartwheel on it

kk: ???

kk: babe i’ll get u chick fil a

kk: thanks tho? i think

you: YAYYYY

—-

kk: i know ur asleep right now and i know u r very tired and i’m sorry but i forgot my helmet can u pls bring it to me at the rink

you: how did u forget ur helmet

you: like it weighs 10 pounds and it’s huge

kk: mean

kk: and idk i’m stupid plz bring it

you: ugh fine i’m On my way!

you: omw.

you: im not excited

kk: i love u so much u r the light of my life i cannot imagine waking up without ur beautiful face next to me u are brighter than the sun and i love u

you: thank u shakespeare ur so romantic

you: can we go shopping tmrw and u pay i need new pants

kk: u don’t need pants

you: it’s 9am

kk: yes we can go shopping tmrw

you: love u!

kk: ❤️

—-

you: hi

you: are u doing anything tn?? i feel like we haven’t seen each other in forever

kk: i know baby i miss u

kk: i have practice until 8 but u can come over still after? sleepover?

you: yes definitely i’ll be there

kk: i cant wait to see u pretty girl

—-

you: omg this restaurant looks so good we should go

kk: sunday at 6?

you: um yes i’m free

kk: just made a reservation

you: damn 😭 i’m impressed

kk: whatever my girl wants she gets ����‍♀️

—-

you: hi baby

…

you: so what position u got her in rn?

you: missionary? cowgirl?

kk: why do i love u

you: blocked

kk: i have no girls in no positions except for u

you: why are u so busy then?

kk: picked up this new hobby called hockey idk if it will go anywhere

kk: been at the gym for an hour about to go hit the rink

you: send workout pics 😜

—-

kk: hiiiiiiiiii

you: hi babe

kk: tone down that attitude plz

you: ?

kk: actually

kk: turn around show me that ass

you: are u drunk rn

kk: maybe

kk: you have an amazing ass do i tell u that enough

kk: i should tell u more

kk: i love ur ass

you: thank u…

you: do u need to be picked up?

kk: no laila is dd

kk: wanted to talk to my pretty girl

you: u sure know how to make a girl blush

kk: only u babe

kk: i like ur boobs too

you: oh my god pls hand the phone to laila

kk: this is laila don’t worry we’re going home rn

you: laila ur a goddess thank u

kk: i try ❤️❤️

—-

[ktaerssoi]

hii could you do a jealous kate fic PLEASEEE

jealously is my middle name

summary: blowing off a project for your girlfriend and her jealously.

(678)

kate martin x reader

Being a business major meant being paired up with others often, and by the middle of freshman year, most people had a go-to partner. Your go-to partner was Violet, she was pretty and super funny.

By senior year, you and she had worked on countless projects together. You guys had recently been assigned a project that would be part of your final grade, wanting to finish it early, you guys had planned to meet up the following day to get a basic layout.

there was one problem though, your girlfriend. Kate had been making up excuses for you to stay home all day, whether it was her pretending to be sick, saying that you had all semester, or just saying she would miss you so much that she would "die an agonizing death."

needless to say, she didn't want you to go. "Kate, I need to go, seriously now." you separated yourself from her, knowing that the physical contact would make you fold.

"I don't know where your problem with me hanging out with Violet is coming from, but we need to get this work done." You and Kate were standing by the front door of your guys' shared apartment, she was leaning against the wall, still trying to bargain with you.

"It's not that I had something against her, I just don't understand why you guys have to meet up so often. I mean seriously, it's like every other day." She had pushed herself off the wall, her hands finding your waist as she now stands in front of you.

you squirm at her touch, the simple action causing your cheeks to flush. "because it's our final kate, it's not like it's optional." you looked up at her, she was 6'0, so it got hard to focus sometimes when you guys were standing so close together.

she nodded, a disappointed look on her face, but you quickly saw her eyes change as a thought popped into her head. She stared down at your lips for a second, and then quickly pulled you into a kiss.

you kiss back quickly, melting into it, a pout on your face as she pulls away. "kate, you can't just do that." she gives you a confused look, but you don't miss the smirk on her face.

"do what? I can't give my girlfriend a goodbye kiss as she leaves to go hang out with another girl?" you shake your head, realizing what Kate's big problem is with Violet all of a sudden.

"you're jealous." you smile, wrapping your arms around the back of her neck as she tries to pull you closer (if it was even possible)

"I- what?" the look on her face makes you laugh, her being unable to defend herself, giving you all the proof you need. "I am not jealous."

She narrows her eyes, the tips of her ears reddening at your accusations. "you see y/n, if I was jealous, then I would be trying to get you to stay home. I'm not doing that. Leave for all I care, te ll Violet I say hi or whatever." she bites the inside of her cheek, her hands falling to her sides and off your waist, trying to act nonchalant.

"mhm, okay then, see you later k." you smile, kissing her goodbye as you go to reach for the door you don't get far and you feel her hands grab your waist once again pulling you toward her. "okay but seriously babe do you really have to start it today? wait until tomorrow at least," the end of her sentence is muffled as she barries her head into your neck, her front pressed up against your back as your hand is still on the doorknob.

"not jealous my ass."

-

you had texted Violet that something had come up, and you were unable to meet her that day, you and kate had spent the rest of the night watching movies. (along with other things)

it wouldn't be the last time you had to blow someone off for kate.

okay chat, i like dont absolutely hate this but it def isnt my fav, so ill prob rewrite it.. i was also thinking of rewriting the other kate fic bc i just don't like how i left it. also how do we feel about me writing for women's hockey?? lord kk harvey is so fine. anyway chat im actually dying sos - kate

[haikyu-nsfwblog]

Kenma’s Kitten

warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), degradation mixed with praise, choking (collar), daddy kink, sub/dom, overstimulation. 

Kenma is aged up, if you’re still not comfortable don’t read :)

this is a draft from a while ago I just want to get more content out!

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You and Kenma have been together since first year, and now here you stand in your shared apartment getting ready for your first day of University. Your relationship with Kenma was nothing but exciting, between playing video games together on your free time, movie nights, study dates, and your... personal time, there was never a dull moment.

"Hey Kitten." Kenma whispers as he comes up from behind you hugging your waist. He was always delicate with you, as if you were glass that could be shattered at a touch too hard. Which is surprising considering the way he is during sex.

"Good morning babe." You say sweetly as you lay your arms on top of his. He moves his hands to your waist and turns you towards him, with your body against the wall he looks you up and down.

"Come back home right after class, I have a surprise for you." He says as he laid a light kiss on your cheek.

"Ok!" You replied excitedly, if only you knew what was to come.

*time skip, you're back at the apartment*

You walk in to the apartment to the familiar scent of Kenma's favorite candle, vanilla mixed with mint. The smell was kind of strange when he first introduced you to it, but it's grown on you and now when you hear the word home that smell arises.

"Kittennnn" you hear Kenma drag from your bedroom. You walk into the room to see him holding a box, wrapped with a pink bow.

"What's this?" You ask. Kenma sets the box on the bed and comes up behind you and puts his hands on your waist and walks you towards the bed.

"Open it." He says calmly. You start to unwrap the box when you feel a pair of warm lips against you neck, causing you to gasp. Kenma was always the type to get what he wanted, but you had no problem with that. Knowing that you gave him the satisfaction he needed gave you butterflies.

"Come on kitten, you're taking too long." He said as he bit on your neck. You start to open the box faster, eager to see what's inside. You can feel Kenma's hands moving all over your body. At the same time you start to recognize that familiar feeling between your thighs. You open the box to reveal a red lingerie piece, a collar with KK on it, and cat ears.

"KK?" you ask.

"Kenma's Kitten" he replies quietly, as the sweet words leave his mouth he turns you around and kisses you roughly. You immediately give into the kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss. His left hand moves down your body landing on your ass. His right hand slowly travels up the side of your body and lands perfectly around your neck.

"Be a good kitten and put on the outfit for daddy." he commands. You loved how the words left his mouth, his nickname for you, the way he made you address him, the way he owned every inch of your body.

"Come on kitty, don't get shy on me now" He said as he gave you light kisses on your jaw and neck. You backed away from him and started to strip, once down to nothing Kenma grabbed your waist so you couldn't move.

"Wait one second, I want to admire how pretty you are." His words cause you to blush. He lets go of your hips and you pick up the lingerie, you slip it on and glance at yourself in the mirror, Kenma obviously took his time picking this out. It fits you perfectly, showing your curves and assets.

Kenma appears behind you in the mirror and you feel something around your neck, you glance down and see the black collar with gold lettering being placed around your neck.

"You look so pretty Kitten," he starts, "I can't wait any longer, I want you right now," He spins you around and kisses you. The kiss is fast pace, he quickly forces his tongue into your mouth but you don't resist. You stumble back towards the bed and land with Kenma on top of you. He kisses down you neck leaving open-mouthed kisses as he goes. He reaches your chest and starts to rub and pinch your nipples through the cloth. You bite your lip trying to hold back your moans.

"Kitten, you know better then to hide those pretty noises from me. Don't make me stop." he says. You nod your head quickly missing the feeling of his hands teasing you. You can tell he's eager by the bulge rubbing against your inner thigh. He kisses down your stomach but stops. You look down at him confused.

“Get this off, don’t make me wait Kitty.” You quickly slide the straps off and slip the lace clothes down your body. As your doing so Kenma takes off his shirt and pants, leaving his toned stomach and boxers out for view. He goes back down to your chest, taking your right nipple into his mouth and lightly sucking on it while his hand tweaks your left nipple. He moves down your body leading with his tongue. He slides a hand down and starts to tease your entrance.

“I’ve barely started and you’re already so wet for me.” He mocks. “What a pretty little slut you are.” His words cause you to clench around nothing, you roll your head to the side hoping he didn’t notice your reaction. Of course he did, “Look at my kitty, so desperate for her daddy to fuck her senseless, right?” You nod your head.

“Ah ah ah, good kitties use their words.” 

“Yes.” you say a little more aggressive then what you intended. 

Kenma comes up so he’s right above your face. He moves his hand to your collar and hooks his finger under the leather and pulls you towards him. 

“I recommend you watch how you speak to me Kitten, you wouldn’t want to make Daddy mad would you?” You nod your head in an eager reply. “Now be a good slut and get on your knees.” As he says that he positions himself on the edge of the bed, when you realize what he means you quickly get off the bed and place yourself in between his legs. You reach up to the waistband of his boxers and pull them down, his length would be surprising to anyone, nobody expects his large size, but it never fails to give you butterflies

You lick a thin strip from the base to the tip, following the vein on the bottom. You feel his legs twitch. Once you reach the top you take the tip in his mouth, feeling the drip of his pre-cum leaking onto your lips. You give his tip kitten licks and you hear a drawn out groan leave his lips. 

“Shit Kitten, stop teasing.” As he says that he runs his hand up the back of your neck, once he reached the middle of your head he gripped your hair and forced you to take him deeper. You feel him reach the back of your throat as your nose brushes his lower abdomen. He’s so deep in your mouth you have tears starting to run down your eyes, from lack of oxygen and Kenma’s aggressive face fucking. Kenma looks down at you to see drool, pre-cum, and tears streamed all over your face.

“You look pretty when you cry Kitty.” His lewd statement gives you butterflies, you quickly go back to your position. You’re moving your head up and down quickly, hollowing your cheeks trying to get Kenma over the edge as fast as possible. When an idea pops into your head, right when you feel his dick twitch inside your mouth and his thighs tighten you stop. Completely taking him out of your mouth. He looked down at you with the most irritated glare you’ve ever seen. 

“I’m gonna go grab something, when I get back you better be completely naked, on all fours, and ready to do whatever I say.”  The harsh tone in Kenma's voice scared you, but you couldn’t help the feeling between your thighs. 

When he came back into the room he had a leash, handcuffs, and a vibrator. He comes over to you and hooks the leash to the loop on the front of the collar. Then connects the other end to the hook at the top of your bed frame. He then cuffs your hands together, the leash and cuffs forcing you to arch your back, your face completely submerged into the mattress. 

“Now, you’re going to stay like this until I decide you’re done.” As soon as his demand is finished you hear the rumbles of the vibrator. You feel the sudden vibrations pressed against your clit, making you moan loudly. While that is happening Kenma slides his middle finger into your entrance. He starts to slowly move in and out while still pressing down on your clit with the toy. He adds in his ring finger and starts to pump quickly. You feel the coil in your stomach about to burst.

“K- Kenma, please, I’m c- close.” He speeds up the vibrator and fingers you faster. A flash of white light fogs your vision for a second and you feel yourself release all over his fingers. He turns off the vibrator and sets it to the side, you then hear rustling sheets behind you and feel something swipe across your slit. 

With no warning Kenma thrusts into you, completely bottoming out. He gives you no time to adjust to the stretch, and immediately starts to thrust in and out. His pace is quick and harsh. 

“You’re such a slut for my cock, you’ll do anything to get me to fuck you senseless. What a dirty whore you are Kitty.” The sound of your hips connecting and Kenma's addicting moans fills the room. You quickly feel the same sensation rising in your lower abdomen.

“Kenma.. don’t s- stop.” You beg. He pounds into you faster and harder. A few thrusts later and you’re coming undone all over his cock. 

“Give me on more Kitty.” As he says that he unhooks your collar and uncuffs you, flipping you onto your back as he leans down kissing your lips. He thrusts into you causing you to scream out his name, it’s a mix of pleasure and pain. The overstimulation becoming too much. 

“Kenma, don’t go so fast, I- I can’t handle it.”  

“Don’t be stupid, of course you can handle it. You’re Daddy’s good kitten right?” 

“Yes,” you moan out as he thrusts into you faster. 

“Now be good and wait till Daddy says to cum.” 

You nod your head, biting your lip in order to hold back the screams. You feel his thrusts become an uneven pace. He hooks his middle and pointer finger under your collar and pulls you up, catching your lips in a hot, aggressive kiss. His hips start to stutter, you can tell he’s close. 

“Ok Kitten, cum for me.” You relax your body and let the coil in your stomach snap, at the same time you feel Kenma's dick twitch as he coats your walls with his warm cum. 

He pulls out of you and collapses at your side. You both lay there for a moment catching your breath. 

“You did so well tonight Kitten, I know I was kind of harsh.” 

 “It’s ok, I like when you’re rough.”  you replied with a soft smile.

Kenma gets up and puts on a pair of gray sweatpants, and walks to the bathroom to start a bath. You both lay in the tub rinsing each others bodies, and holding each other in the warm water. After your bath Kenma gives you one of his gaming hoodies and you two get into bed and he cuddles you. 

“I love you so much Kitten.” 

“I love you too Kenma.” 

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