#why is it always the warmups that turn out good

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CRUSHED! — alessia russo

bit of a longer one for you all<3 this will probably turn into a mini series (about 3-4 parts)

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manchester united women v arsenal women.

an important fixture for you and the rest of the manchester united squad as this would ensure the teams lead in the table, in the race for champions league football next season. something you and the rest of the girls longed to play especially having just missed out by a margin the season before.

you were determined to ensure that you and the team got into europe — having dreamt of playing the high level of football since you were little.

something even more exciting for you is that you were in, incredible form at the moment scoring goals left right and centre or as some of the news reporters would phrase it as saying you couldn't stop scoring!

confidence was flowing through every inch of your body and rightly so, you had six goals in the last four games one of them goals even helping man united progress further into the fa cup.

everything was going to way you wanted, you were playing excellent football at the moment who can was hopefully going to secure your place in the england team for the upcoming world cup in the summer. your relationship with alessia was only growing stronger as you were about to hit your two year anniversary.

you could happily say that you were in a good place, quite literally physically but also mentally.

"how long do we have till kick off?" you asked turning to your girlfriend who was finishing re-lacing her bright orange boots. "um about 15 minutes why?" less said looking up to the walling seeing the clock was about to reach the hour 7.

"just wondering" you shrugged, loosening yourself up and scooting closer to the blonde leaning your head on her shoulder. as she sat back up her arm stretching togo across your shoulder as the familiar smell of vanilla taking over your senses.

the two of you sat in each others company, not talking just watching as the rest of the team talked among themselves. just as marching came in to give his usual team talk and to help lift any spirits even more before it was time to walk out.

"-just go out and bring home them 3 points!" marc finished as the changing room filled with a cheer as everyone took off their warmup jumpers as it was time to walk.

"i love you" you smiled pecking alessia on the lips, a tradition they did before every match, "i love you too" alessia responded as the two of you did your little hand shake you'd both came up with one night while being in a hotel room before the blonde pulled you for one last quick but tight hug.

alessia wondered off up towards the front of the line taking her place in between millie and nikita as you strayed towards the back. taking your place as always just behind tooney.

"you ready baller?" ella smiled turning around to your direction, you rolling your eyes playfully at the new nickname ella had began to call you over the past few weeks.

"always." you whispered, patting ella on the back to signal to her to begin moving in order to keep up with the rest of the team who were now walking through the tunnel and out onto the pitch.

the teams walked out, hand in hand with the mascots as the teams lined up, arsenal on the right and man united on the left. once all the photos were done, shaking hands with the arsenal players before going off into the half that they would be starting.

"let's play our best girls!" katie said as you all done the usually team huddle, putting your hands in the middle and cheering before everyone went to their starting positions.

you were thankfully playing your usual and much preferred position of the left wing, with alessia in the middle leading the line and parris on the right wing.

the referee blowing the whistle and the game was under way.

3' BLOCK! chances at both ends for both teams. walti lets fly from a distance but zelem put in a strong block. at the other end, y/n is nearly played through by parris but zinsberger rushes off her line to clear into touch.

6' WIDE! russo with her first shot of the game! y/n scampers down the wing and while walti dispossesses the cutback to zelem, the loose ball is able to fall to the lionesses striker. russo let's fly first but it's wayward — she had more time to shoot then she thought.

the game so far is going the way you wanted it too, manchester united in the opening minutes were playing better, were playing better football. you'd even had a few chances to get to the box unfortunately non of them able to get the shot in due to arsenals tight defence playing their part.

manchester united back on the attack again, the ball building from the back passed to zelem from blundell, arsenals midfield covering zelem as she sells you a short pass up to the wing.

loosing the ball momentarily to maanum as you overstretch a move you must have done a million times before in hopes of getting the ball across to alessia as she was in a big space with nobody covering her and had the opportunity to open the score line.

however the overstretch left you feeling a pop, following a sharp pain in your knee. the ball had already been hit forwards, not seeing if it reached your girlfriend you fell to the ground knee in clutch.

face planting into the grass as you waved your hand in the air, tears bubbling in your eyes at the sudden pain you were feeling. .

"y/n!" you hear ella as she comes rushing over, the midfielder being more worried for her teammate then whatever was happening higher up the pitch. the manchurian ushering the medics on the sidelines to come on and help you — the game however was still in play. "are you okay?"

12' problems for manchester united, y/n is down and looks to be in real pain. the red devils can't afford for their star girl to be injured at the moment. the lioness looks close to tears — this could be a serious problem ahead of the world cup.

the whistle finally blown as the referee stops the game waving over for the medics to come over, alessia is quick to rush over. panic setting in for the blonde seeing her girl down for so long without moving comfortably.

"what happened love?" alessia asked quickly as the medics began to assess you over trying to find the extent of the injury.

you shrugged, "dunno but it's my knee" dragging your hands over your face fighting back the tears which were bubbling in your eyes out of shear pain but also annoyance that either way it was an injury and that meant a setback.

"can i continue?" you asked knowing exactly what the answer was going to be, but their could have been a small chance you could have however with the pain you were in it was definitely not a good idea for you to even if she was allowed.

"i think it's gonna be best for you to be subbed and then the medical team can properly check you out" one of the medics told you as you nodded slowly, the feeling of a hand moving your loose hairs out of your face, turning to see who it was only to be met with a sad smile from your girlfriend.

"it's okay, your gonna be fine" alessia whispers as she took a place next to you holding your hand to try and comfort you and try and help take some of the pain away.

14' the stretcher is out, it's not looking good for the forward. this could be serious. the replay shows there is no contact to y/n on the right knee but she did go down holding it.

"no! no, i'll walk off!" you protested at the sight of the bright orange stretcher being brought towards you, alessia giving you a stern look as if to say 'do what the medics are telling you'

but both of you knowing that they would only ever have the players best interest at heart but alessia also knew you like the back of hand and how stubborn you were and to know if you say you are doing something then that's would be exactly what was happening.

"are you sure your able to?" the medic asked, you nodding as the team along with alessia all helped to get you to your feet.

alessia's arms wrapped around the small of your back as you clung onto the side of the blonde limping off the pitch, a medic at your other side as the stadium erupted into cheer and applause for you.

you were handed over to another member of the medical team, leaving the blonde's arms but as you began to slowly move towards the tunnel you notice your girlfriend beginning to follow you. "less, what are you doing? you need to carry on playing!" you choked out.

"that can wait.." the blonde whispered grabbing your hand in hers.

"no? you need to play less!" you let go of alessia's hand placing your hand on her cheek pulling her closer and pecking her lips quickly, "now go and score for me, my love!" you whispered as your lips lingered near the blondes, a small smile appearing on her face, alessia nodded and with a little bit of hesitation headed back out towards the pitch.

the medic team taking you slowly deeper into the stadium, as you limped towards the medical room. you finding yourself lying on the bed as they began their assessment to determine the extent of your injury.

25 minutes felt like hours to you as you watched the senior medic write down on a clip board as they compared the injured knee to your normal knee. the injured knee a lot more swelled and puffy than your normal knee.

the soft sound of the crowd above you was able to be heard as they cheered and chanted for the teams playing. wishing you were up there instead of lying hopelessly on a bed.

the only helpful thing you could do was answer the medics questions like "on a scale of one to ten, one being the worst, what is the pain right now?"

"okay, so i've ran all the assessments i'm able to do here with the equipment i have and i'm sorry to tell you but you have indeed ruptured your anterior cruciate ligament or as you may know it as your ACL" the medic told you

your chest suddenly felt heavy as you let out a breathe that you didn't even know that you were holding in. your eyes closing trying not to let the tears fall as your head hit the back of the bed you were currently lying on.

taking another deep breathe as the news settled, your mind racing that this isn't the minor injury she initially expected it to be.

"how- how long am i out for then?" you asked, those seven words not being used frequently in your footballing career.

the longest you had ever been out from football was two weeks for a concussion after going to header the ball into the back of the net but while doing so also crashing into another player at the same time and that was when you were 16.

"um your probably looking at 9-12 months, i'm afraid" the medic placed the clipboard down as you nodded slowly — this was going to be the most challenging thing you ever going to face.

"oh" was the only words you were able to find.

"as for right now the only thing i can do is bandage it just to keep the knee straight and i would also suggest that you don't put any unnecessary pressure on it, ice it to help with swelling and then when your able to see a doctor tomorrow they'll go through the next stages with you" they explained as you whispered a small 'okay'

the realisation of the injury was really beginning to set in as you watched the medic bandage the knee. your dreams of being at a world cup were slowly slipping away with each wrap of the bandage.

the medic began to run through your notes and everything they had looked at but if you were being honest it all just went in one ear and out the other.

the medic gave you some crutches, encouraging you to use them to avoid putting any weight on it before helping you to your feet and up back towards the field to enjoy the match — well what was left of it on the sidelines.

as the medic helped you back towards the pitch you found it was full time, stopping just outside the man united changing room, the team all being on their way back to the locker room to get showered.

you were met with lots of sorry looks and sympathy from both the man united girls but also the arsenal girls, lots of them being your teammates at england, as you stood back pressed to wall letting them all go past considering they were all going to be a lot faster than you were.

seeing afar alessia rushing, her eyes set on what was in front of her as she walked beside ella as she chatted the blondes ear off. the blonde about to walk straight past you as you grabbed the side of her shirt pulling alessia to the side as best as she could without loosing her balance.

"wh- oh! hi love, how bad?" alessia asked her facial features softened at the sight of her girlfriend, a guess to the answer of her question as she stared down at the crutches that were currently holding you up.

"bad."

the strikers face formed a pout as she pulled you in for a side hug, a few sniffles beginning to come from you. alessia hushing you softly, as she brushed your hair back out of your face.

"shh, it's going to be okay baby" alessia cooed as she placed gentle kisses onto your forehead. "we'll get through this together, okay" alessia pulled you closer to her rubbing her arm up and down your back.

"what was the score?" you asked as you lifted your head to rest on the blondes chest, chocking back on the tears which were flowing down your flushed cheeks.

a small smile appearing on alessia's face as she shook her head in disbelief that you'd gone off injured and what you were most worried about was what the full time score was?

"it's 2 - 0 to us" alessia whispered as a big sigh came from you as you nodded for the blonde to carry on wanting to know who had scored, "oh um keets and me scored"

"that's my girl!" you mumbled placing a small kiss to her cheek before letting go of the blonde as you steadied yourself.

“you coming?” alessia asked as she pointed towards the changing room, you have a small smile as you began to turn on the crutches, a little wobbly as you were still getting used to hoping on one leg.

"love, i'll get on my back and i’ll give you a piggy back" alessia began as she was back right by your side, you stopping dead still looking towards the blonde.

“baby, i love and appreciate you but you have two left feet i really don’t fancy having a broken arm!” you laughed a little the blonde gasping a little at your bluntness but never the less taking one of your crutches in your hand.

“i won’t drop you, i promise!” she pleaded, as you gave into her, the blonde giving you a piggy back into the changing room. as you praying to the lord above that she wouldn’t drop you.

getting into the changing room most girls were buzzing off the win, some were in the showers and others were just looking forward to go to sleep. alessia sitting you down on the bench next to both yours and her little cubby, pecking you on the lips as she hurried to get into the showers not wanting to keep you waiting for ages.

you watched on as people walked past you as you sat feeling pretty much helpless. watching on with envy as everyone else moved around the room freely while you couldn’t even move from the bench properly without being in a large amount of pain.

you couldn’t get up and join in with the silly antics of ella and mary as they danced around the room just like every win the team had, you couldn’t tie your shoe laces which had come undone and you couldn’t even bend down to pick up your bag from under the bench.

you felt useless.

“love? tesoro?” alessia said softly but there was no reply from you as you stared off into the distance, tears building up in your eyes for not the first time today.

“gorgeous? are you okay?” alessia repeated herself this time waving a hand across your face, finally getting your attention as you blinked head shaking to pull you out of your trance.

you noticed that the changing room was empty now, it was just you and less left. you looked to your girlfriend humming, you had no idea what she had said.

“are you okay?” she asked once again as you hummed nodding your head, a clear indication to the blonde that you were far from. alessia sighed moving your crutches which were slumped next to you onto the floor.

“what’s bothering that pretty mind of yours” she asked as you slumped your head against her, your cheeks feeling wet as the tears fell.

“just watchin’ everyone. i feel so useless. i can’t even pick my bag up for fuck sake!” you choked out in a whisper, maybe this was the anger that you had kept in the past hour. the reality of your injury really hitting you.

“oh baby” alessia whispered moving your face to face hers as she cupped your face, wiping your tears away with her thumb. “your the strongest person i know, you’ll get through this and you’ll come back from it better than ever” alessia reassured you, wiping another tear that rolled down your cheek before it hit your chin.

“what if i can’t?” you whispered your bottom lip wobbling. you were scared for the next few months, how different it was going to be.

“you will! and i’ll be here for you every step of the way, okay?” alessia gave you a small smile as you nodded a little.

“i love you”

“i love you too” she kissed your forehead as you rested your head on her chest listening to her heartbeat.

it was going to be a long nine months.

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manutdwomen we can now confirm that y/n l/n has suffered a ruptured anterior cruciate ligament against arsenal on wednesday night.

y/n was substituted in the first half of the game at leigh sports village and underwent further assessment on thursday to determine the extent of the injury.

y/n will now begin a period of rehabilitation and is set for an extended spell on the sidelines. she will undergo surgery in due course. everyone at manchester united will be supporting y/n closely throughout the long journey ahead and we would ask that her privacy is respected at this time.

comments —

arsenalwfc we are gutted for you y/n — wishing you all the best with your recovery❤️

3h        210 likes     reply

ellatoone the baller will be back before we know it!

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lionesses we are with you, y/n! ❤️❤️

2h        136 likes     reply

alessiarusso she’ll be back stronger ❤️

1h        195 likes     reply

leahwilliamson wishing all the best with her recovery❤️

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[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: i’m almost shocked at how fast this fic got written?? thanks to anon who indulged my fun little request for a new hockey to write about (inspired by @wyattjohnston ‘s post earlier about how there’s only fics for certain hockeys in the nhl fic tag and also bc i have so much fun writing for new guys in the fic exchanges!!)- how could i resist vancouver’s own prince charming? hope you guys enjoy because i had fun writing! ☺️

word count: 2.7k

tw: single dad!brock, nanny!reader, dirty talk, minor daddy kink, fingering (f receiving), handjob, dirty talk, nipple play

summary: you’re nothing but the nanny for brock’s daughter, until one night all the lines get blurred

Kya snuggles closer to you in her sleep, blonde hair tickling the underside of your chin. Her cheek is pressed up against your collarbone and her little body is hot, making you feel all sweaty where she’s connected to you.

The TV casts the room in a faint blue light, the low volume serving as white noise along with Kya’s little puffed air snores.

You think about moving her to her bed, but she’s so soft and cuddly when she hasn’t been lately and you can’t find it in your heart to get up. Unfortunately, the four-year-old has your heart in a vice-like grip and you’d do anything for her. Including being a human mattress.

So you stay on the couch, stroking her back and humming softly when she stirs briefly. Eventually, the clock ticks over to the eleven o’clock hour and you know it’s only a matter of time before Brock’s home and your shift is over. Not that you have to go very far to get home - your pool house turned bachelorette nanny pad is practically spitting distance from the back door. If you tilted to the left a bit and angled your neck, you’d be able to see the little planter with multicolored flowers that Kya had helped you plant last week.

And by help, you mean crushed a few daisies in her little fists and ate a mouthful of dirt before you could stop her.

A+ nannying for sure.

You’re still thinking about it when a familiar voice startles you from your thoughts.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Brock’s voice rumbles through the dark room, laughter around the edges.

Without thinking, you reply, “just thinking about the handful of dirt I let Kya eat last week.” Then you wince, wondering why Brock’s presence always makes you say the stupidest things.

He laughs fully now, stepping around the couch and dropping into the armchair. He’s in his post-game look - rumpled suit pants and button down with the sleeves rolled up, bare feet with his loafers kicked off in a pile at the front door, and blonde hair darkened from his shower. His palm rasps over the few days’ worth of stubble growing on his chin and his face splits into one of those smiles that makes Twitter (and you) swoon.

“She’s gotta get vitamins and minerals from somewhere, right?” He teases and your cheeks heat.

This.

This is why he makes you say the stupidest things. Because he’s a real-life Prince Charming with the personality to match.

You smile back at him, a reflex. “There are some leftovers in the fridge, if you’re hungry and want to get in your own vitamins and minerals,” you joke back, shifting Kya on your chest when she starts to slip.

Brock shakes his head. “I’m good, thanks. I’ll take Princess Ky upstairs and you can get some rest,” he stands, arms out to grab Kya.

Weirdly, you shift and hold her closer. “It’s, um, I don’t mind. She’s been really snuggly today and it’s nice,” you shrug one shoulder. “She watched a little bit of the first.”

“Yeah?” Brock’s face lights up. He loves it when you bring Kya to games and he gets to wave at her during warmups.

“Mhm,” you smirk, “she was obsessed with Quinn.”

Brock narrows his eyes at you, scrunching his nose in disgust. “Real nice,” he shakes his head, “making fun of the guy that your best friend over there belongs to.”

Your cheeks lift in a smile, your arms holding Kya comfortably. “Don’t be jealous of my bond with Ky. Daddy’s still her favorite.”

Something flickers across Brock’s face, there and gone before you can analyze it. He chuckles, says, “I better be since I pay for all those chicken nuggets she inhales like a freaking vacuum,” and excuses himself upstairs to change.

You watch him leave, chewing at your lower lip while you study the curve of his ass in his slacks, feeling awful even as you’re appreciating his form. Kya mumbles in her sleep, nonsense words and a ‘Daddy’ and your name, eyelids twitching as she dreams.

Brock’s back a few minutes later, comfortable in sweats and a threadbare t-shirt. Still barefoot, now he smells like mint toothpaste in addition to the locker room soap. “Sure you don’t want me to take her?” He asks, sitting down on the couch with you, a cushion’s worth of space between your bodies. “Feels like I should let you off the clock and hold my kid now that I’m home.”

“I really don’t mind,” you promise him. “Kya’s…she’s exactly what I want my own daughter to be one day.” You think maybe you’re over sharing, but it’s late and Brock just looks so domestic and comfortable. It’s easy to pretend when he looks like this. His eyes soften as he studies you and the way you’re holding Kya.

“She’s a pretty cool little girl,” he agrees warmly, reaching out to run a hand over her head. His palm

makes her hair staticky, fine strands lifted into the air. You blow at them gently, giggling when they stick to your face even after you try smoothing them back with a hand.

“You know,” he says too casually after a comfortable pause, “she, the other day when you were off, she said that she never wants you to leave.”

A little piece of your heart breaks with his words because you know one day you’ll have to leave. It’s easy right now, nannying for Kya while you get your Master’s, but what happens next year when you’re finished with school and you have to find a real

job.

Your face must show your distress, because Brock coughs slightly and rushes to say, stumbling over his words, “I didn’t mean, she’s four. You know, they say stuff all the time. When you do have to leave, it’ll be okay. She’ll be okay.”

He means well, you know that, but it doesn’t help and to your horror, your nose starts to burn and tears well in your eyes. You don’t really want to cry in front of Brock, not over something that’s at least a year away, but you feel the dam starting to break.

“Um, I do think I’ll head out for the night,” you say quietly, trying to not let your voice crack. You shift Kya in your arms and transfer her to Brock’s, making sure she stays asleep. “She really should be out for the night. So, um, I’ll see you in the morning.”

He takes her easily, arms practiced with adjusting her weight against his chest and her head on his shoulder. You jump up from the couch and wave over your shoulder, heading for the back door, ignoring Brock’s whispered shout of your name.

It’s so silly, to get so emotional about Kya outgrowing her need for a nanny, her need for you. But you’re more attached to Ky and Brock than you’re willing to admit, even to yourself.

Right now, your best option is to play your sad music playlist and cry, just to get it out of your system before getting back to normal in the morning.

The music helps. The crying helps more. The two glasses of wine help the most.

And then there’s a knock on the door, scaring the ever living shit out of you. It’s so late your visitor can only be one person.

“Brock?” His name is a question on your lips when you open the door, your brow furrowed.

“Hi,” he looks upset and your brain works sluggishly to figure out what could be bothering him. “Can I-?”

He gestures a little and you nod, stepping back automatically. “Yeah, of course. It’s your pool house,” you say. “Is Kya asleep?”

He nods, holds up the baby monitor. You can see Kya’s little body sprawled out on her bed and a smile curls your lips - she sleeps like a starfish, arms and legs akimbo. “She’s done for the night,” he replies quietly, setting the monitor on the little table you have next to the door for your keys.

Brock’s been in the pool house before, a million and one times. But this time, the air crackles like it does before a thunderstorm, your nerves on edge.

“What are -“

“I’m sorry.”

You and Brock speak over each other, words getting jumbled in the air. You giggle a little and Brock smiles, his shoulders relaxing.

“I’ll go,” he says, still smiling. His hands run through his hair, the strands flopping over his forehead before getting pushed back into place. “I’m sorry, for what I said. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“Oh,” you aren’t expecting the apology and you start to excuse him, “I didn’t -“

“You did,” Brock cuts you off. “Your eyes are all red and I’m so sorry. I just thought, Ky loves you so much, that you’d want to hear what she said about you. I wasn’t thinking about - about you leaving.”

“I’ll have to eventually,” you shrug, the wine dulling the sharper edges of your emotions.

Brock’s jaw works and you wait for him to speak, patient like he’s Kya. A few seconds go by and he scratches at the back of his neck. “I’m not good at - I want you here, as long as you want to be here. I don’t care if Kya is a grown woman with her own kids, I’d want you here.” He pauses and his words sink in, battering at the boundary you’d built around your heart.

“What?” You whisper, hands fluttering at your sides. You suddenly don’t know what to do with them.

“I…I think, no, I am. I am definitely falling for you,” Brock says, tone firm and eyes soft, crinkled at the corners. Those damn blue eyes that have starred in a fantasy or two of yours. He reads your silence as negative, apparently, because he frowns and continues, “if I just made this uncomfortable, we can forget it ever happened.”

“No!” You nearly yelp, Brock’s eyes widening at your sudden increase in volume. “No,” you repeat quieter. “I don’t want to forget this happened. I’m just … surprised. I didn’t think you thought of me as anything but Ky’s nanny.”

His smile is contagious and you’re both grinning like idiots at each other.

“You haven’t been Ky’s nanny in my head for a long time,” he confesses. “Just been hoping you felt the same way.”

“Definitely feel the same way,” you giggle, feeling hysterical.

“Can I -?” He steps forward, into your space, and you nod, knowing what he’s asking. And then all you know is Brock’s mouth on yours, his hands warm on your waist, his hair soft under your fingertips. His tongue traces the seam of your lips, teeth nipping at your bottom lip when you open your mouth. A groan fills the air and you’re not sure if it’s yours or his.

Your chest crushes against Brock’s, bodies flush against each other. His cock is prominent against your thigh, hard and hot through the layers of fabric separating the two of you. For months, you’ve fantasised about this, wondered what it would feel like to get your hands on Brock and it’s better than you ever imagined. Hot and hard, his lips soft against yours, his hands gripping at your ass, dragging you closer and closer. Your hips chase his, involuntarily moving for relief.

“Brock,” you whine his name, surprising yourself with the neediness that colors your tone. He growls against your jaw and lifts you, arms braced under your ass, settling you on the countertop in your tiny kitchenette. He steps into the space created by your spread legs, your thighs at his hips, ankles locked at his lower back.

“Shit, wanted to do this for months,” he mumbles against your skin. His lips mark a hot trail down your neck and over the heated skin of your chest. His hands are down the back of your shorts, kneading at your ass.

His cock presses against your heated core and you moan, loudly and unashamed. Brock’s laugh is clearly delighted and he presses himself against you harder, drawing a strangled moan from your throat.

“Making such pretty noises for me,” he croons, dragging one hand up your side to grope at your breast, rolling your nipple until it’s a stiff peak. “What other noises are you going to make for Daddy?”

“Oh my god,” you keen, arousal flooding your panties. “Brock, oh my god, I need you to touch me.”

“What’s the magic word?” He replies, ducking his head to suck at your nipple over your shirt. The scrape of his teeth and the wet fabric makes you shiver, clit throbbing.

“Please,” you wail, grinding your hips against his.

“Please…?” He trails off and your heart pounds in your chest, pleasure coiling low in your stomach.

You sigh, a shaky exhale. “Please, Daddy, touch me. Please make me come,” you whisper the words in his ear, nipping at his earlobe.

Brock whips your shirt off, tossing the fabric to the floor. You’re not wearing a bra and normally you’d be self-conscious, but Brock’s staring at you like you’re the first woman he’s ever seen and you’ve never felt hotter. “Christ,” he mutters, palming your breasts and kneading them tenderly. “So fucking gorgeous. Just, just fucking stay with me forever, please?”

You nod, agreeing. “Yours, I’m all yours, I promise,” you cradle his face in your hands and kiss him deeply, leaning in as close as you can.

Somehow, his shirt ends up on the floor with yours and your fingers can trace each muscle on his chest and stomach. You drag a nail over his nipple and his skin erupts in goosebumps, so you do it again, skimming your nails over his skin and scratching at his biceps.

“Mark me up,” Brock encourages you, lifting your ass off the counter with one hand so he can tug at your shorts and panties. “Make sure everyone knows I’m yours.”

He’s certainly doing the same, sucking bruises onto your skin. There’s a bite mark over your breast and it feels like his fingers dug bruises into the flesh of your ass.

“Just want you,” you blink away a sudden rush of tears, still in disbelief that this is happening. “Been thinking about you for so long, Brock.”

Your fingers dance down to the waist of his sweats, pushing at them until his cock springs free and you can get a good look at it. It’s just as perfect as his face, thick and long and hard as steel.

“Come on, honey,” his fingers swipe at your clit, making you inhale sharply and arch your back. “Put your hands on me. Touch me.”

You obey, wrapping your hands around his cock and stroking him. Softly at first until Brock grunts and wraps his hand around yours to increase the pressure and speed. “Like that,” he instructs you, leaving his hand in place and using the other to smear your arousal over your clit and inner thighs.

“I don’t have any condoms!” You gasp, Brock’s index finger teasing at your entrance. The thought hits suddenly, annoyingly.

“Doesn’t matter,” he replies, kissing the moan from your mouth when he plunges his fingers into your cunt. “I’ll make you feel good just like this.”

Brock’s a man of his word.

He makes you come twice, once on his fingers and one on his tongue. The first time you make a mess of the counter, dripping all over the place. The second time he’s got you laid out on the couch, his stomach splattered with his own come from the handjob you’d given him.

And then he cuddles.

Wipes between your legs with a towel and wraps

you in his arms under a throw blanket. Kisses the crown of your head and tells you all the filthy things he’s thought about doing to you.

“Hey,” you pipe up, amusement bubbling in your chest, “do I get a bonus for every blowjob I provide?”

Brock’s surprised laughter vibrates at your back, shaking your entire body. His arms wrap around your chest and squeeze. “No,” he deadpans, sounding like he’s struggling to hold back his laughter, “but we probably should talk about your job.”

“Tomorrow,” you insist. “I love taking care of Ky. So we’ll work on a transition.”

The transition from Ky’s nanny to Brock’s wife and Ky’s mom takes about six months less than you anticipated.

“Best job promotion ever,” you tease Brock at the altar, Kya practically glued to your side and shouting her excitement when you kiss for the first time as husband and wife.

[patscorner]

one shot idea ! kk always liked y/n but was always nervous to make move so she sneakily starts leaving flowers in y/ns locker 🙈🙏🏽

yes ma'am🫡

Locker Of Petals

Summary: see request

wc: 1802

Pairing: kk arnold x teammate!reader

Contains: kissing, wingman Paige, angst if you squint

(first time writing for wcbb, cut me some slack)

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Kamorea doesn’t know when she knew she fell. She didn’t know when she started to notice the little things, like the way the jersey hugged your torso or the way she’d catch herself staring at your arms a little too long. Maybe it was the way your presence lit up every room you walked in or the way she’d catch herself looking for you at parties, praying you’d show up.

KK didn’t know if you felt it, but she had a hunch. From the way she’d look for you and already find you looking at her, to the way you seemed brighter around her, how your eyes lit up when she saw you. She seemed to convince herself that you were straight, even though she never asked, and you’d never mentioned anything about dating anyone.

But she knew she’d fallen and hard. Every single thought she had contained a bit of you. Whether she was eating dinner with her family or she was driving to practice, she was always thinking about you. And with you, she was even more of a mess, stumbling on her words, struggling to maintain eye contact, or messing up her shots because she heard your voice.

But to her, there was nothing she could do because she thought you were straight, as most people did. You were straight passing, but it couldn’t be farther from the truth. Sure, you’d had your fair share of boyfriends, who didn’t hit right, and you’d never felt that spark. But the first girl you’d kissed, you knew you didn’t like men.

KK knew she liked you, and it wasn’t like you hadn’t had your eyes on her either. You’ll admit, you noticed the way her arms flex during warmups, the way you smile extra wide when she’s in her dancing moods, the way you always seemed to navigate to her when you guys were in public settings.

You two weren’t subtle either, the team noticed the tension, often teasing you two or purposely leaving you two alone. The internet noticed too. They had compiled clips of you both staring at each other for a second too long, or being too close and whispering to each other. They noticed how everytime KK was live, you’d either be in the chat, or she’d request you to join, which you never refused. They noticed that after a good shot, or a game winning buzzer beater, you two were the first to make physical contact, hugging, chest bumping, or dapping each other up.

Either way, it didn’t matter because you both were oblivious to the feelings the other felt towards you, stupidly seeing the actions as platonic. It was painful for your teammates to watch, Paige and Nika ear often being talked off by both you and KK. Finally, Paige was fed up.

“Why don’t you just talk to her?” she asked KK. KK scrunched her face and shrugged. “I don’t know if she likes me… or people like me.”

Paige raised her eyebrows. “People like you?” KK sighed. “Yeah, you know…” Paige shook her head. “You’re fucking stupid.”

KK rolled her eyes. “Very fucking helpful, P. Thank you! I feel so much better now!” she spoke sarcastically. Now it was Paige’s turn to roll her eyes. “Come on, bro, if you don’t see she’s gay, you’re the blindest fucker alive.”

“Spell blindest, Paige.” KK scoffed. Paige shook her head but ignored her comment and continued. “You’re missing the point, KK. Ask her, please. For mine and Nika’s sake. If I’m kept up for another night listening to you whine and bitch and complain about it, I will ask her for you.”

KK groaned and fell back on the couch dramatically. “But what if-”

“Do it.”

“P, come on, how do I kn-”

“You don’t. And you’re not gonna find out by sitting here and crying about it.”

KK shook her head, but she knew Paige was right. She was only delaying the inevitable. She was only hurting herself by waiting.

She sighed dramatically. “Fine.”

Paige perked up. “Seriously?” KK rolled her eyes. “I said fine, didn’t I?”

Paige scoffed. “You do not get to give me attitude, I’m helping you out. “Yeah, yeah. How should I do it?” KK asked.

Paige smirked. “Don’t worry, I got an idea.”

Over the weeks, KK found a way to leave your favorite flowers in your locker every day. She’d do it when you were in the bathroom, or she’d sneak into the locker room during practice. Every day, you got a flower, and every day, you grew even more curious about who it could be. You’d asked the team once, but they all denied it. You knew it had to be one of them, but you weren’t interested in confrontation.

Finally, KK grew tired of waiting for you to put the puzzle together, so she decided to give you the missing piece. Her.

It was just another practice for you guys, and you’d gone to your locker to grab your water bottle. You opened your locker and smiled as the flower you’d grown so familiar with fell to your feet. You picked it up and put it on the bench behind you, continuing to rummage through your locker, resuming your search. A voice echoes from behind you, startling you.

“You ever figure out where the flowers were comin’ from?” KK piped up. You jumped, putting your hand on your heart as you turned around to face KK, who was standing near the entrance of the locker room. “Jesus, KK, you scared the shit outta me.”

She chuckled. “Sorry. But, did you?”

You looked at the flower, then back at her and shook your head. “Nah, they’re really sweet, though. I just wish whoever left ‘em would talk to me, y’know. Kinda curious as to what they mean.” You spoke, turning back to your locker.

KK was speechless, stunned by your beauty. Even though you were sweaty and stinky, KK couldn’t help but admire you. Your loose hairs sticking out of your ponytail and your legs veiny from the running you were doing.

You noticed KK’s silence, and turned back to her. You watch as her eyes trail back up your body, until they finally meet your eyes. You both grow warm under the intense eye contact, looking away immediately.

“Sorry.” KK mumbled, rubbing her neck as she walked over to sit on the bench behind you. You shook your head. “It’s okay.” You whisper back, turning around so your back was to the locker.

Silence fills the air as you and KK stare at each other. Finally, you clear your throat, breaking the deafening silence. “So, did you need something?”

KK takes a deep breath. “Uh… yeah, I kinda had to talk to you about something.” You don’t say anything, which gives her the go-ahead to continue.

“Uh, yeah. So I was thinking maybe we could hang out sometime. We could go watch a movie or like, I don’t know, eat dinner, y’know just us, or-or not. We totally could invite the team if you want, like it doesn’t have to be just us if you're not-” You laugh lightly, amused by her flustered state. “KK, calm down. I’d love to go out with you.”

Her eyes lit up. “Really?” You smile. “Yes, really.”

She stands up and gives you a hug, embracing you tightly. You aren’t surprised by this movement, as you and KK often shared intimate, ‘platonic’ hugs. What you were surprised about is that when KK pulled away, she stayed wrapped in your arms, eyes glancing at your lips, then back up at your eyes.

“Can I kiss you now?” she whispers. You smile and nod. “Please.”

And with that, her lips interlock with yours as you sigh into the kiss. You wrap your arms around her neck, deepening the kiss. KK groans as you swipe your tongue against her bottom lip, inciting a make-out, and she places her hands on your waist.

KK pulls you against her as she sits on the bench, placing you on her lap without once breaking the kiss. You moan into her mouth at her actions, your tongues dancing together.

The kiss becomes more heated, but it’s interrupted by a throat clearing. You look up quickly, but KK knows who it is, and she buries her face into the crook of your neck with a groan. You laugh at her reaction, smiling at the blonde grinning widely at you.

“So sorry to interrupt, but I’m glad I did before you guys fucked on the very public team bench.” You laughed nervously as KK lifted her head up and turned to Paige.

“Shut the fuck up. We were not going to fuck, P.” You fake pout. “We weren’t?”

KK eyes widen as they shoot to yours. “Oh! Uhm- I mean we can lat-” “I do NOT wanna hear you guys reschedule your fuck-sesh, as long as it’s not in here, I do not care. Just- talk or whatever and come out so we can start these drills.” and with that Paige closed the door.

You laugh lightly, before getting off of KK’s lap. “I assume that means you’re the one who’s been leaving these flowers?” you say, picking up the flower, playing with it between your fingers.

“What..? Me..? Noooo…” KK says sarcastically, smiling as she stood up in front of you. “Whatever makes you say that?” she says, her voice darkening. She steps towards you, closing the space between you.

You feel your face grow hot as you recognize the lack of distance between you. She’s so close that you could smell her minty breath and even though she was just practicing, she looks so good. It’s undeniable that KK is attractive, anyone with eyes can see that. Her brown skin glistened under the lighting on the court, and her face of concentration was one you could stare at forever.

You looked at her in her eyes and shrugged. “Lucky guess.” Your voice matches hers, laced with seduction. She smiles. “You may be right.” You grin, taking a step so that you’re looking down at her.

You hum lightly, leaning down to peck her lips lightly. KK sighs into the kiss, and you smile at her reaction. She’s whipped. You break the kiss, but instead of pulling away, you rest your forehead on yours.

“Let me take you out.” KK whispers looking in your eyes. You nod before pulling away and closing your locker.

“Okay. Now, let’s go before Paige comes back and yells at us.” You smile, grabbing her hand and leading her out.

KK couldn’t help but feel her face burn. She’s liked you for so long, and finally, she took the leap, and landed head over heels.

All because of your locker of petals.

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[irisintheafterglow]

so anyways secret relationship with volleyball player bf!suguru

"special delivery?"

he perks up when he hears your voice, turning to face you with a smile, dark eyes shining. he's still in his track jacket and his hair is down, so you figure they haven't started warmups yet. you were right on time.

"hey, pretty." he's trying so hard not to outwardly freak out that you're here, but excitement still seeps into his voice. he has to physically stop himself from wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground; god forbid the rest of the team figured out he had a partner since keeping satoru's mouth shut was difficult enough. still, the reserved, cool guy façade always melts away when you're around. "what're you doing here?"

"eh, just came by to see my favorite player." you maintain a respectful distance from him, as if you didn't know every inch of his body like it was your own. as if you haven't memorized every line of corded muscle or rough patch on his hands. as if he wasn't yours.

"oh?" his pretty mouth quirks teasingly. "and who would that be? maybe i could help you find him." he takes a step toward you and, in turn, you step backward. his lips part in surprise and your knees threaten to give out from how hot his stare feels on your body.

"i don't think that'd be such a good idea."

he scoffs, finally understanding what you were doing. you liked playing this game with him before every match you were able to watch, seeing how far you could flirt with him and play hard to get before he breaks. he was good, but you were better.

"it wouldn't?" his eyebrows furrow, eyebrows that you had trimmed and cleaned up days before. the same eyes that looked up from your lap with so much love now narrowed with suspicion.

"no," you sigh with exaggerated dramatics, putting on your best fake pout. "i don't wanna break his concentration before such a big game. he tells me semi-finals are pretty important." and so are you, his mind is screaming. every nerve in his body just wants to touch you, hold you, show how much he loves you.

and you're exploiting every ounce of restraint he's struggling to hold down.

you turn to leave, hearing his breath hitch behind you, and take a few careful steps away from him. "maybe i'll catch him when he's done, though i do have a pretty busy schedule-" you smirk in triumph when his hand gently but firmly grabs your wrist, spinning you to face him and determinedly pressing his lips to yours. gossip be damned, you were driving him absolutely out of his mind. you smile against his mouth, pressing a chaste kiss to his nose before pulling away slightly to find his hands on your waist. your arms instinctually wrap around his neck like they have hundreds of times before. "hello, boyfriend."

"hello, lover. done with your silly game?"

"mhmm, because i'm the winner."

"how so?"

"got to skip out on some boring council summit to see my smoking hot boyfriend play with balls." his fingers pinch your side lightly and you yelp.

"it's only one ball," he corrects while dropping his voice to a suggestive volume, "and maybe we can discuss later what you know about playing with balls." your face feels like it was set on fire as he laughs and you try to wiggle out of his grip to no avail, opting to lightheartedly slap his bicep. "oops. too far?"

"get your mind out of the gutter. this is what i mean by distracting you before a game."

"to be fair, i was only joining you in the gutter; you were there first. also, i don't understand why you think i won't get distracted every time you're around."

"should i stop coming around, then?"

his face becomes lethally serious. "don't you fucking dare."

you chuckle, finally remembering why you went to find him before the game in the first place. "oh, you left these at my place and i figured you'd need them today," you say while you fish around in your bag for black hairties. he looks at you like you painted all the stars in the sky when you motion him to turn around and pull his hair back into a sturdy bun. when you're done, he sneaks a quick kiss to your temple before you can pull away, and then several more for good measure. "what happened to 'i want to keep this a secret,' sweetheart?"

"sorry, i tend to lose my composure when my smoking hot council president ditches events for me." he nudges his nose against yours sweetly and your eyes flutter shut.

"it's okay, i'm sure they'll forgive you." when you open a single eye, wary of the sudden silence, you catch several shocked pairs of eyes over suguru's muscled shoulder. satoru is watching with his hands raised in surrender, as if to say that it wasn't his fault. "however, you may have some explaining to do to the others."

"that can wait," he murmurs. "i need to focus on winning now that my biggest distraction is here."

my mind is a cacophony of vb player satoru, vb player suguru, hq sakusa, and hq suna and i'm having a hard time distinguishing who is who at this point LMAO but anyways hope you liked this <3

[fluentmoviequoter]

Defend Myself

Requested Here!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader (hockey fan & self-defence teacher)

Summary: During a hockey game, you get into a fight with the drunk man sitting beside you. When Tim Bradford arrives to break up the fight, he decides he'd like to see you again.

Warnings: fight between r and drunk man, unwelcome comments and grabbing (nothing overtly sexual or descriptive), fluff at the end, Tim and Aaron are sarcastic

Word Count: 1.9k+ words

A/N: Why I go back and forth between American and British spellings is a mystery.

Masterlist | Tim Bradford Masterlist | Request Info/Fandom List

“Alright, ladies,” you call to the self-defence class you’re teaching. “What’s the goal here?”

“Defend ourselves and protect our minds,” they reply.

“Right. Because learning how to fight and keeping yourself physically safe isn’t all that matters. Focusing on what can go wrong in life isn’t any fun, so while we work on self-defence, use it as anger management. Have fun with this!”

Your last class on Friday afternoons is one of your favorites. The women are always excited to learn, they listen well and use good form. Most importantly, they really understand your goal in teaching them. In addition to how great the group before you is, you also get to look forward to hockey after they leave. Whether it’s a game or just to watch practice, you find yourself at the rink most Fridays, and as many other chances as you can get. Hockey and self-defence are two of your favorite things, so afternoons like this are borderline magical.

“Uppercut,” you signal.

As you demonstrate the proper way to move into an uppercut after the warmup, you watch the class.

“Can I ask a question?” a woman in the back row asks between moves.

“Of course,” you reply with a smile.

“Have you ever had to use these moves in real life? Like, to defend yourself?”

“Unfortunately, yes. But that’s why we learn it, right? If we know how we don’t have to live in fear about the when.”

“Which is why we chose the bear,” another girl murmurs.

“Can’t always choose. Preparation is key, and knowing how to react is the most important thing you can learn as a woman.”

“Fighting can be boring though,” someone groans.

“Clearly, you’ve never been to a hockey game. Let’s focus, ladies. Take a breather before we move into strength drills.”

You grab your water bottle from the floor and survey your classroom. Hockey fights are certainly more entertaining than fighting to defend yourself, but you enjoy both.

Los Angeles isn’t necessarily known for its hockey scene, but the arena is packed tonight. Your season pass with the seat on the ice is getting plenty of use this year, and as you sit back to watch warmups, you can’t help the smile that grows on your face.

As the crowd grows and the first period gets nearer, two men take the seats to your right. You nod politely when they greet you, but quickly return your attention to the players preparing to skate out. While the announcer introduces the teams and prepares the fans for a good game, you glance toward the men beside you. The one closest to you seems to already be buzzed, and the oversized cup of beer between his legs doesn’t instill confidence in you. Hopefully, he’ll stay quiet, you think. Cheering for your team is one thing but you know too well how quickly a drunk hockey fan can ruin a night. Anyone who’s been to a hockey game can probably imagine your concern.

You try to ignore him as he gets more talkative, but in the middle of the first period, he drains the remainder of his beer and turns toward you.

“Pretty little thing like you prob’y has some questions,” he says. “I can explain it t’ya.”

“I’m good,” you answer firmly.

“If t’changes,” he slurs as he turns away.

It won’t.

The bell rings and the teams leave the ice as the crowd rises in mass. You stay seated comfortably in your seat as your drunk neighbor leaves with his friend. Since you told him you didn’t need his help, he’s left you alone. As long as that continues, you’ll be able to enjoy the rest of the game, and maybe witness a hat trick from your favourite player.

“Here,” your neighbor says as he returns. “Looked thirsty.”

He shoves a cup of soda toward you, and you push it back. “I don’t want that.”

“Just try’na be nice!”

As he falls back into his seat, you lean toward the side to get some room. His arm moves to the armrest between you as he reaches his fingers toward your leg.

“Don’t touch me,” you tell him as you knock his hand back into his lap.

“Jus’ a pretty lil’ thing,” he murmurs as he leans over the armrest.

“Sir, get him under control,” you say to his friend.

“He’s not my problem,” the other man answers.

“Stop.”

He rolls his eyes as if you’re overreacting and sits back in his seat. Your fists are clenched tightly as you watch him move away from you, and you’re mad that he’s causing you to miss so much of the game and keeping you from enjoying it.

“Los Angeles, make some noise for the third period!” the announcer yells. “We’ve got a tight game and tighter teams. Make it a night to remember, LA.”

“Night to r’mem’ba sounds pre’y good.”

You take a deep breath before you raise your eyes. Somehow, your neighbor got more drunk in the short break between the second and third periods than the rest of the game combined. He reaches toward your arm, and when you pull away, he frowns and steps to stand over you where you sit.

“Leave me alone,” you demand as you stand.

After you put a bit of space between you, you notice that the people sitting behind you are watching you. You don’t care, however, as he throws an empty cup toward you. You move out of the way, and it isn’t until he lunges toward you that you truly react. Your fist makes impact with his jaw before he finishes stepping forward.

“Fight!” someone yells behind you.

You plan to do just that. If he can’t understand no or stop, maybe he’ll understand some of your favourite self-defence moves.

“Reports of assault at Honda Center: fight in progress. Attendees have made numerous reports of disturbance,” dispatch alerts.

“Responding,” Tim replies. “Code 3.”

“Aren’t there supposed to be fights at hockey games?” Aaron asks. “That’s, like, half of the draw.”

“On the ice. Fights off the ice are a regular occurrence,” Tim answers. “Usually drunk rival teams.”

“Easy to break up?”

“Sure. If you think pulling a guy who can’t feel anything off of another guy who doesn’t even remember why he’s trying to kill someone else easy, absolutely.”

“Could’ve just said no,” Aaron mumbles as Tim turns.

“Man, back up!” a security guard demands.

He grabs your attacker’s shoulder and tries to pull him backward, but it doesn’t work. As you prepare to throw another punch, you see that the drunk guy’s eye is black and swelling, his lip is busted, his nose is bleeding, yet he still isn’t quitting.

“Jus’ stop playin’!” the man demands as he grabs for your waist.

You push his wrists away and shove him against the glass dividing you from the ice. He elbows backward, but you block it with your forearm as he yells at you.

“The police are on the way!” someone yells from higher in the seats.

“Get off me!” the man roars as he pushes himself backward.

You manage to catch yourself before he shoves you against the seats. When he raises his hands toward your chest, you raise your right leg into a front kick and momentarily stun him into remaining still.

“Kick his butt, lady!” a man cheers.

“LAPD,” Tim announces as he and Aaron enter the arena. “Where’s the fight?”

“Follow me,” the guard replies.

He leads them into the section where the crowd has gathered to watch the fight. The moment Tim sees the number of people invested in the fight and the suspended timer above the rink, he expects the worst.

“Call for backup, Bradford?” Aaron asks.

“Not yet. Let’s see what we’re dealing with,” Tim answers.

“I doubt the guy can go for much longer anyway,” the guard adds. “She knows what she’s doing.”

Tim doesn’t get a chance to ask what that means before he reaches the center of the crowd. He watches you elbow the man under his chin. As Aaron takes a step toward you, Tim extends his arm to stop him. You’re clearly winning, but the guy is too drunk to realize that he can’t keep going. He’ll realize just how badly he lost once the alcohol wears off. A night in lockup would do that nicely, Tim thinks.

The man steps back and prepares to jump at you, but Tim grabs his shoulder from behind and throws him against the glass before he shoves the man to the floor. With his knee pressed into the man’s kidney, Tim secures the handcuffs on his wrists.

“Take him,” Tim tells Aaron.

Aaron nods and yells for the crowd to clear a path. He follows a small group of security guards as he walks back to the shop.

The crowd around you begins to spread out the moment your attacker is ripped away from you. You take a deep breath and nod at the officer who helped you.

“You alright?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you answer with a smile. “Little tired. Thanks for the assist, Officer Bradford.”

Tim watches your eyes rise back to his face after reading his name tag. He smiles at you just before the buzzer over your head rings as the game resumes.

“You wanna stay?” he asks over the sound of skates and cheers.

You shake your head and follow him to the staircase. Once you’re in the main area of Honda Center and the noise of the game is muffled, Tim turns toward you.

“That was impressive,” he applauds. “I’ve been called to more fights than I can count. Never seen one under control like you had it. You, uh, you clearly won.”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to commend me for getting into a fight, officer,” you tease.

“Where’d you learn to fight like that?” he asks.

“I teach a self-defence class for women,” you explain. “Been fighting for a while but honed my skills for safety more than entertainment.”

“Then they were wrong.” At your confused look, Tim clarifies, “911 dispatcher said there was a fight. You were just defending yourself.”

“He was drunk and didn’t understand when I told him to stop.”

“Which I am allowed to commend you for.”

You smile at Tim again, and he decides that he needs to see you again. More than being impressed by the thorough beating you delivered to the man who was harassing you and trying to touch you, Tim finds you incredibly beautiful, and he knows you’re talented and care about others. He doesn’t want this to be a one-time encounter.

“Have you ever considered hosting a class for the police department?” he asks, looking for a way to ensure he can talk to you again soon. “We bring in instructors from the city occasionally to host free classes. You’d receive compensation, of course.”

“I haven’t, but it does sound nice. If more women knew how to defend themselves, it might make your job easier.”

Tim agrees as he hands you his card. “Call the station in the morning and we can work something out. If you need a teacher’s assistant or anything, I’d be happy to help, too.”

You tap his card against your thigh as you say, “I’d like that.”

“Bradford!” his partner, Thorsen – you feel like you should recognize the name but don’t – calls. “We got another call.”

“Sorry,” Tim tells you. “Hopefully I’ll see you at the station soon.”

“I think you will.” When you smile at him this time, Tim feels like you punched him, too.

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

cat got your tongue - Cole Caufield

Word Count - 3k

Requested - Yes a mutual dared me weeks ago to write a entire fic only about Cole Caufield's tongue.

Author's Note - thank you as always for reading. 💞🫶🏻 This literally took me forever to write because writers block is very real even when you love an idea, also I got this request back in the middle of July before anyone wants to come into my asks. I'm not sure if I like this ending, but that might just be me being my biggest critic.

Warnings - oral receiving but I think that's kind of obvious given the title of this fic. 🤣

Summary - Cole finally convinces you to come to one of his games, but what happens when all you can focus on is the way he sticks his tongue out during a celly.

Tonight was the first time that Cole has finally convinced you to come to one of his games. To be fair you did just meet the guy a month ago in a bar. Unlike Cole, you did not know everything when it came to hockey which could have been one of the reasons that you weren’t pressed on going as soon as Cole brought up the idea. But his constant insisting that turned into begging which was kind of hot finally got you here. In the back of a shared Uber with your friend who actually knows hockey and said she would tag along to explain what the fuck everyone is doing on the ice. At the end of the day trying to learn all the rules of a sport you never even watched was hard. 

Just to mess with Cole a little, you did purchase one of his jerseys which granted a lot of money. But your friend who came along with you to the game, insisted to “do it for the plot.” So here you both are, you in his jersey, entering the arena. Due to the amount of time it took to get through security, you weren’t able to be in your seat until after warm ups had already started. Your seat was center ice but a few rows back purely because you told Cole if he thought your ass was sitting front row at your first ever NHL game, you would simply walk out because you didn’t wanna accidentally end up caught on TV looking like someone who had no idea what was happening around her. 

As soon as Cole saw you, he skated over to the bench although you couldn’t see what he was doing talking to one of the trainers you assumed. He then skated over and started bouncing what looked like the nearest puck on his stick as many times as he could and then passing it over the glass. A fan tried to take it, but he shook his head no and pointed at you. Then he threw another one over for the little boy who was a couple seats down from you, before skating off continuing on with warmups. 

“Why was that kind of hot?” you whispered to your friend. 

“Wow who knew a basic white boy would have you down this bad?” she teased.

“Bitch shut up.” you said before you finally looked down at the puck. Cole must have asked the trainer for a marker and signed the puck before coming over. 

You look hot with my name on you. Meet me in the tunnels after the game. 

Deciding not to tell your friend about the message you look up to see Cole sitting on the bench now making direct eye contact with you as he watches you read his message. Nodding your head yes and mouthing ‘okay’, even from the other side of the arena the smile that spreads across his face is seen clearly from your seat. 

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Cole was literally playing like his life depended on it tonight. Now granted you might not understand all the little detailed rules when it comes to hockey. But you knew an assist was a good thing, in period one alone Cole had 2 assists and something about the way that he got one knee skating for a celly with his tongue slightly sticking out. Something that is so simple, made you feel your stomach drop, getting more and more turned the second time he did it. 

During intermission, you and your friend went to the bathroom and maybe it was the 3 beers you consumed but somehow you both started joking around about what your friend calls “your new fetish Cole’s tongue.” Jokingly you stuck your tongue out ever so slightly. Not realizing in that millisecond your friend took a mirror selfie, your side to the mirror the famous ‘22’ on display with Caulfeild, sticking your tongue out ever so slightly with your butt teasingly pushed up. Honestly, you kind of looked hot in the picture and made a mental note to ask your friend to send the picture to you later. 

As the first intermission was about to end you just made it back to your seat. Cole was able to pull off another assist during the second period. Your friend who has been a fan of the Hubs her entire life told you that you're never allowed to miss a game again because if this was how the rest of the season was gonna go they might make it to the playoffs. All you could do was chuckle at her superstitious behavior. But stopped when the fans around her were agreeing with her when she told them this was your first ever game, Cole invited you and this is how he was playing. 

“Oh my god please stop. I don’t want my life to end on twitter. Y/B/F/N.” you begged, taking your hand and covering her mouth. She drunkenly agreed to stop and both of you turned your attention back to the game. Even when he wasn’t on the ice, your eyes couldn’t leave Cole. Every once in a while he would catch you staring at him and making a teasing face back at you, pecking his lips, or sticking his tongue out extra far in order to get an air sip of his water. Every time he did all you could think about was his tongue wrapping around the clit or lapping your pussy like it was on display right now for thousands to see. Every time he was on the bench and went to lick his lips you found yourself squirming in your seat. All your friend could do was roll her eyes at your behavior. 

Somehow you made it to the third period, but that’s when Cole scored a goal. You swear it was just to tease you, he skated past your section sticking his tongue out and wiggling it. “Fuck” you mumble to yourself. 

“Y/N there are children around. Stop ya nasty!” your friend says as she can’t help the laugh that escapes her. Your mind couldn’t stop thinking about sitting on top of Cole’s face or him on his knees with one of your legs over his shoulders. As you rolled your hips against his tongue dragged. - 

Suddenly your brain was brought back to real time as the final buzzer went off. Everyone around you cheered as the HUBS won a shutout - which your friend just told you is what it’s called when the other team doesn’t score a single goal during a game. But to be perfectly honest you weren’t really paying attention to your friend explaining any more slang hockey terms, your eyes focused on Cole as he skated around the ice with his teammates celebrating. The crowd was going crazy as it was the only shutout in what seemed like a lifetime, you could feel the energy of the crowd as you felt your body slightly move with all the jumping fans around you. Cole finally looked over at you from center ice and smiled. He titled his head towards the tunnels slightly reminding you of the puck and the note written on it, you nodded your head yes as you felt your cheeks heat up slightly from anticipation. 

Slowly the crowd started leaving once the boys were leaving the ice, finally there was enough room for you and your friend to make your way to the steps. 

“Hey thanks for coming by the way.” as you stop at the top of the steps. 

“It was fun. Are you ready to go?” 

“Actually Cole told me to meet him in the tunnels after the game.” you admit a light blush still painting your cheeks. 

“ooo okay have fun girly. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t. Text me when you get back to his place.” As she wraps her arms around you to hug you goodbye quickly. 

A laugh escapes your lips at your friend's words. “What do you mean ‘his place'?” Making a quotation sign with your hand. 

“Well we both know you aren’t going home tonight. You know you'll be busy with him, I’ll just check your location.” 

Before you could open your mouth she turned around and was gone. All you could do is laugh as you stood there and watched her walk away. Quickly you turned around and started walking towards the other side of the arena where the tunnels were. Somehow managing to find your way around, you pulled your phone out to text Cole that you were waiting outside of the locker room for him after being stopped by security, but thankfully the pass Cole gave you just in case came in handy. Standing against the wall scrolling Twitter while you waited for Cole to be done. 

Somehow the fan girls work faster than you could have ever imagined because someone made a gif of Cole’s tongue sticking out as he skated against the glass during his celly earlier tonight. Watching the gif over and over your breath caught in your throat as all your thoughts form earlier tonight just wanting to want Cole sink to his knees in front of you and eat you out came flooding back. Imagining your hand in his hair helping his face grind against using his tongue for nothing else except your own pleasure. Your mind was wandering and you could feel yourself dripping at the thought of making Cole sink to his knees, you refusing to pull his hair at first as punishment for teasing you all night. 

Lost in your own thoughts you didn’t even hear Cole leaving the locker room or coming up to you. Cole knew you were lost in your own world and decided to scare you by running up to you from behind wrapping his arms around you and leaving a wet kiss on your cheek. All that could be heard in the mostly quiet hallway now since he was one of the last players out was his laugh as you squirmed in his arms. “Ew Cole let me down.” you shirked in a high pitch voice he laughed in response spinning you around one more time before setting you down. 

“So how did you like watching me play?” he asked, finally facing you, still trying to hold you as close as possible. 

“It was good. It was actually kind of hot watching you play.” you admit with a smirk on your lips. 

Cole gives you a puzzling look as he questions, “oh yeah?” in a teasing tone. 

All you do is flash him a cheeky grin as you admit, “yeah watching you do your little celly on the ice was so hot, but I just kept watching you stick your tongue out all night.” Leaning up to his ear despite no one being around you whispered, “all I could think about was getting you to sink to your knees so I could ride your face, one leg over your shoulder, my back against the wall and not let you touch yourself as punishment for teasing me all night. My hands in your hair pulling and tugging as much as I wanted. All while your tongue is busy, so you can’t even beg me to let you touch yourself to give your hard cock some relief.” 

As you lean back only far away enough to see his face, his mouth is ajar in shock at your words. It’s as if he’s processing your words and for the first time in his life he’s quiet for more than a minute, you decide to further tease him while he stands there frozen. “What’s the matter baby boy, cat got your tongue?” A smirk on your lips as you watch him blink, as if his brain has finally caught up to the world around him. 

“No, not yet.” His voice is an octave deeper than before filled with lust. Suddenly he’s pulling you down the hallway towards the parking garage. “But it will be.” 

But just as you were about to exit the stadium to enter the connected parking garage, Cole made a sharp left turn down a separate hallway. “Where are we going?” you ask. 

“Oh, we're making your words reality mamas.” As he opens a door and suddenly you find yourself in some type of equipment storage closet. In the corner is an extra medical bed, and there are sticks everywhere along another wall. But you don’t have too much time to examine the room before you feel Cole behind you after he locks the door. “ Kissing down your neck, blowing air into your ear and all you can do is compliment him by sighing at the feeling. 

Quickly you regain your composure and turn around in his arms, finding his lips and kissing him hard. Fighting for dominance, and smirking when you slip your tongue into his mouth, he moans as a response and you can feel your underwear being damp from the sound he makes. Pushing him off of yourself quickly. You take a step back, you're against the wall now as you unbuckle your jeans. He says to you “have I told you how pretty you look with my name on your back.” 

Holding your hand up against his chest to stop him from getting any closer to you.”naw ah ah. Let’s put that tongue to good use, less yapping yeah?” Even though you phrase it as a question, your tone is stern and demanding. Taking your left hand that wasn’t on Cole’s chest you move it to his shoulder slightly pushing him down so he’s on his knees. The way he glances up to you with his now darker blue eyes could have made you come right there. Trying to take a breath without showing him how much control he really does have over you at the moment. Pulling your jeans down the rest of the way and stepping out of them, slipping your shoes so you can slip your skinny jeans off the rest of the way. 

Looking down at Cole in a full suit, suddenly deciding he’s in too much clothing as he kisses your exposed thighs in front of you. “Take. Off. Your. jacket.” 

“Yes Momas.” he says, taking his suit jacket, refusing to lose eye contact with you. He tosses the jacket somewhere behind him joining your jeans. He sticks his tongue out to tease you more as you throw your right leg over his shoulder. 

“Don’t even think about teasing Cole.” you grunt. He moves your underwear to the side swiping up and down your cunt in quick motions. “You wanna be a good boy right?” you ask as you tug slightly on his hair. 

“Hmm.” he moans as a yes on your clit, closing your eyes at the taste. Taking your hands you tug hard on his hair. 

“No, gotta keep your eyes open. I wanna see you while I grind on your face.” As you start to lightly roll your hips, Cole’s hands find the flesh of your ass and back of your thighs. He pulls you closer and starts kneading the soft flesh looking directly up to you as he moves his tongue down to your hole. Pushing in and out teasingly as his nose bumps his nose against your clit. “Fuck Cole.” you moan as you push your shoulders against the door, throwing your head back, closing your eyes at the feeling. Your hands go under the jersey finding your boobs squeezing them through your bra trying to play with your nipples. And then you feel Cole move his head so slightly causing a new angle as you roll your hips against his face even harder. “Fuck right there baby. Don’t stop.” you whine. So much for being in control but right now you couldn’t give a fuck with how good Cole was making you feel. 

Cole goes back up with his tongue to do circles over your clit driving so crazy. You don’t even realize one of his hands leaves your ass and his fingers find your hole abusing it even more than his tongue was a minute ago. “Fuck Cole I’m close.” you warn and that’s all you have time to grunt out before your vision blurs and you feel your legs shake, if it hadn’t been for Cole holding you upright you would have fell. He continues to eat you lapping up all your juices until your legs stop shaking and your breathing isn’t so ragged. 

Gently he removes his face from your pussy, careful to keep a steady grip on your legs so you stay up right. He slowly makes his way up to you, pulling you into a kiss so you can taste yourself and all you can do is moan in response. “Usually it takes more than a guy eating you out to feel this tired but holy shit Cole.” you mumble leaning your head on his shoulder closing your thighs. 

“Come on, let's get you dressed.” he says, reaching down for your jeans that were thrown away earlier. 

“No.” you whine. “ I’m not leaving you with this.” As you gently take one of your hands to slightly cup his bulge in his suit pants. He hisses in response. “See your in pain.” you complain.

“I’ll be fine. You just said your tired baby.” he argues. Looking back over at the medical examination bed in the corner of the room you get an idea. Slowly taking one of his hands you turn and walk backwards towards the bed guiding Cole with you. Letting go of his hand, you slip your underwear off the rest of the way and throw in his direction. He catches it on reflex sucking in a breath as feel the medical table behind you. Slowly you climb on and scoot all the way back. 

“I’m not too tired for you. Take what you need. Be good for me, make me cum again baby boy.” you beg as you lay down and spread your legs for Cole to have a perfect few of your still dripping pussy from your first orgasim. 

“Fuck. how did I get so lucky to get you.” he mumbles to himself as you watch him undress and make his way over to you.

[whoseholtz]

today was a fairytale | alexander holtz

pairing : alexander holtz x fem!reader

warnings : one of my first fully written fics, swearing, use of y/n, switch of pov (will be written in italics!)

summary : when reader goes to a devil's game and decides to make a sign asking #10 for a puck in exchange for a lego set and he actually notices her and the day turns out to be like one in a fairytale.

word count : 1.6k

y/n pov

“Girl, it’s a stupid idea, there’s a bunch of signs around the rink why would he choose yours?” your best friend says looking at the sign you made for your favourite player.

She always knew how to ruin the mood.

You slightly adjusted the sign in your hands which read, ‘Can I trade you a Lego set for a puck, #10?’ in a goofy font. The white card had been something you picked up from the craft store on your way home from work, an impulsive decision as always.

“But but but there’s barely any with his name on it, plus who cares, it’s fun okay, and if he actually spots me it’s a bonus,” you smiled clinging onto that little bit of hope that he would see your sign.

“Yeah, I guess,” your friend shrugged as a smirk grew on her face.

“What is it?” you asked knowing that when that smirk appeared there was always a plan brewing in her head.

“Oh nothing, just the fact that you are a beautiful hot girl who likes lego oh and he’s a guy who likes girls and lego, get his number girl,” she said jokingly nudging your shoulder.

In what world would ALEXANDER HOLTZ notice you?

“Okay get out of your Wattpad-loving brain, let’s just enjoy warmups and the game,” a smirk forming on your friend's face, “but no high hopes of anything more than the game.”

The lights started dimming in the arena, the colours of the devils shining bright with the booming voices from the speakers announcing the players would be entering the ice soon.

Your friend slapping your arm, “Look how cute they look, they’re Disney princesses with pads.”

“Yes, yes, I know to calm down, we don’t wanna look like the crazy ones,” you replied, being conscious of when #10 entered the ice.

Then there he was, gliding smoothly across the ice.

He could easily be on one of the top lines but he gets treated like shit from the shitty old coaches.

Warm-ups went on like normal, the silly superstitions, and pucks across the ice in every direction.

“He’s good at skating I guess,” your friend said smartly, “he plays for the NHL dipshit, of course, he’s good at skating.”

“I know but I looked at his stats and his ice time is really low and like that means he doesn’t have any chance to get good plays,” your friend shrugged, her eyes following his every move.

All she said was true, he dealt with the game. all he cared about was that he was in the league, the best league in the world for hockey.

Being a player's biggest fan came with the depression of the issues at hand, their places on the lines, their falls and other setbacks that come with being an NHL player, and every day you wish they could be the best and biggest player in the league.

Even harder being on a team with two top first-round picks and a bunch of other players who are raved about all around the league.

“Girl snap the fuck of out, he’s looking at you, right at you holy shit,” your friend said slapping your shoulder, pointing at him skating around in circles, locking eyes with you.

“Oh my god, no way he’s looking at me,” you said, jumping up and down not knowing what to do, stay weird or keep calm and try your best to look hot.

The Lego Ferrari car shook in your hand, the other shaking against the glass trying to keep your cool as he skated towards where you were situated.

—

alex pov

Skating towards such a pretty girl was scary, but the sign caught his eye. he didn’t get many signs, trades even and Lego is his favourite thing, so why wouldn’t he be excited?

The white, red and black sign with the pretty girl holding it couldn’t pass his way, maybe he’d even get a point this game.

Going home after a win but with little ice time and no points didn’t help with his mood. he’d sit on his couch in the dim room questioning why he could never be enough for the team and the league.

He has tried so hard.

—

y/n pov

“No way he’s gonna actually want the set. no way you are getting a puck, oh my god y/n this is crazy ahhh he’s coming towards us,” she said, slapping you repeatedly in the same spot, it was starting to hurt.

“Okay just stop, calm down and look cool girl,” you said, wanting to look as normal as possible for Alexander Holtz.

Tap, tap, tap on the glass.

A red glove right in front of your face, the culprit of the tapping noise.

His adorable smiling face looking at you, signalling to get ready for the puck to be thrown over the ice.

You smiled back and nodded, pulling the sign down, holding your hands ready to catch it, not believing what was going on.

You almost wanted to keep your eyes on him even when the puck had been thrown from his hands, but you obviously couldn’t.

The puck weighing in your hand, your eyes fixated on it.

"Y/n, y/n, y/n the lego set, stop googling at the puck and hand him the bloody lego set,” your friend said, slapping you once again.

“Oh fuck yeah wait, hold the puck while I chuck this thing over the glass,” you said, questioning if all those years of skipping gym were back to bite you.

First try, failed.

Second try, failed.

Third try, failed.

Fourth time, WE GOT IT.

He grinned at you one last time before turning around and skating to the bench to place the set down.

A weird feeling flowed through your body. Almost as if you’d just lost something, a presence and a sense of comfort just poof, gone.

But that thought quickly got taken away when the stadium filled with screams of die-hard fans, with you being one of them.

Somehow you’d made it to your seat already getting ready for the game to start.

You realised your head couldn’t stop thinking about the interaction with him, the puck clinging to your hand.

“Hey hey y/n, maybe loosen your grip on the puck, your knuckles are turning white and we don’t want to leave before the game even starts,” your friend said, nudging you to get your attention.

“Oh shit sorry, it’s just he’s so ahhhh, like oh my god he’s got something in his possession that I bought, with my own money,” you grinned, immediately the wave of regret of spending that much money on a lego set, washing away.

“Well let’s just enjoy this game and hope for a win and a Holtz point,” she said, holding up her overpriced drink to yours.

“I’ll toast to that, to Holtz getting a point and maybe a devil's won.”

—

“AND THE DEVILS WIN THE GAME WITH ALEXANDER HOLTZ AS THE STAR OF THE GAME”

The shock on your face shouldn’t have been that big but when a fourth-line player gets chosen as the star of the game it is huge.

“Girl he did it for you, you are his good luck charm, you need to give him something every game,” your friend yells beside you jumping out of her seat.

“Okay, I get hockey players are superstitious but girl there’s no way, let’s just leave it,” you sighed, your life couldn’t be all butterflies and rainbows.

It was not a Wattpad story, and you couldn’t treat it like it was. He probably just threw out the Lego set, you thought you were insane thinking there was a chance he actually remembered who you were; there’s no way he did.

—

alex pov

He couldn’t stop thinking about her smile, how it was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. and he got a goal, points, the fucking star of the game.

yeah, he laughed at people saying hockey players are suppositions and yeah he was a tiny bit. he had his routines but it was never that serious, the only thing different about his game was seeing her, locking eyes with her.

The Lego set sitting on his living room table was a reminder of how her smile made him feel, all bubbly inside like he could rule the world.

“Bro stop zoning out it’s scary, you just got star of the game let’s celebrate,” Luke said as he walked past you, he had invited himself in like he did every other night. win or lose he was there.

“Sorry sorry just trying to figure out what happened today that made me play so good.”

“It was totally that girl you were spying on from the start of the game to the end,” Luke joked, “this is the Lego set she gave you right?” he questioned picking it up off the table.

“Hey, don’t touch that,” he yelled, running towards Luke.

“Shit, sorry didn’t think it was such a big deal,” he said dropping the Lego set onto the table again.

“No sorry I just can’t seem to get her out of my head, and the thought I probably will never see her again,” Alexander said slowly sitting down on the couch.

“Okay don’t think about it that way, be happy you’ve somewhat met her and that you are the star, be present,” Luke replied sitting down on the couch like it was his own home, grabbing the remote and flicking some random show on.

“Never say something like that again, it's weird hearing advice from you,” Alex replied, shocked by the words coming out of his mouth.

“HEY,” Luke yelled, slapping him in the process.

It wasn’t like Luke thought, he still felt her presence somewhat, a faint smell of grapefruit which you would only notice if you really paid attention.

He couldn’t get away from the thought of her.

He couldn’t stop wondering when he’d see her again.

a/n :: hi guyssss sorry i've been lacking motivation so this took... a while to publish and stuff so i hope u like it!! tysm for all the love on if i could tell her <33

also i might be making this a series? maybe? don't hold me to that though :}

[bad268]

Behind the Goal (Pedri X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/FCB

Requested: Yee (ZEP ILY side note tho, what if I wrote for my favorite band people? like idk if anyone wants that but I kinda want to lol)

Warnings: none

POV: Third Person (They/them)

W.C.: 1196

Summary: It started as a harmless prank and ended with a mutual understanding…

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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It was not common knowledge, their relationship. One is a well-known midfielder for FC Barcelona and the other is a university student. It was not often that their schedules aligned enough to go out. Most of their dates had been in one of their houses or at the earliest hours of the day. It was not like they were trying to keep it under wraps. It just kind of happened.

One week, everything lined up. Y/n’s classes were virtual due to a campus-wide power outage that could not be fixed in the near future, and Pedri has (almost) back-to-back matches for the next week. Y/n thought this would finally be their opportunity to see Pedri in action and meet his friends. Despite being together for nearly a year, they had not met any of Pedri’s teammates. Could have been a red flag if not for the complicated schedules they all possessed. 

The early morning before the match against Real Madrid was interesting. Y/n woke up early with Pedri, ate breakfast, and worked out with him before starting to attend their classes. Lucky for them, Pedri had left his phone on the charger before he went to shower, and Y/n thought it would be funny to change his lock screen because why not? They took a few silly pictures before going through them and deciding against putting one of the selfies on the lock screen. Instead, they found a cute picture of the two of them together, so they changed the blank screen and put the phone back just as the shower turned off.

Coincidentally, right as Pedri walked out, Y/n had to get on a Zoom call, so they did not need to worry about looking suspicious. Pedri walked up behind them, quietly leaving a kiss on the top of their head as he left for the match, knowing Y/n would meet him there after classes. 

Usually, Pedri would put music on as he drove to the stadium, but in his rush, he decided to just listen to the radio. That being said, he did not look at his phone (no texting and driving in this household) the entire trip. It was not until he got into the locker room and met up with everyone that he even thought to check his phone. However, by the time he thought to check his phone, Gavi already had a hold of it. 

“Oooo who’s this?” Gavi teased, turning the phone to show Pedri the lock screen. Pedri was confused at first because he did not remember changing his lock screen, but there it was, clearly changed. And to a picture of Y/n and him, no less. “Are you seeing someone and haven't told us?”

“Maybe,” Pedri blushed, reaching over to try and grab the phone from Gavi. “Maybe not. Give me the phone.”

“You are!” Gavi gasped in mock offense. “And you’re keeping this from me? What have I done?”

“It’s not you, Gavi,” Pedri laughed as he tried to grab the phone again. “If you give me the phone, I’ll show you more pictures and call them. Or you could wait until after the match and meet them in person like the original plan.”

“Who’s pictures are we looking at? And who are we calling?” A couple of the other players said amongst themselves, overhearing Gavi and Pedri’s conversation.

“Pedri’s significant other that he did not tell us about,” Gavi answered with a glare toward Pedri as he begrudgingly gave the phone back. “You better show us some good pictures.”

“They’re cute,” Fermin commented as he looked over Gavi’s shoulder at the phone. “Why would you hide them from us?”

“Show us some more, man,” Joao laughed, throwing his arm over Pedri’s shoulders as he messed up Pedri’s hair. “I bet you’ve got better pictures if you know what I mean.”

“I bet he would love to show you a million and one pictures, but it’s time for warmups,” Xavi said as he walked up behind the two.

“Oh, saved by the bell,” Gavi chuckled as he bumped shoulders with Pedri. “After the match right?”

“Yeah, the plan was dinner if you want to meet them in person,” Pedri explained as they ran out onto the grass. 

“Team dinner on you? Count me in!” Gavi answered as he ran ahead.

“Not what I meant, but okay,” Pedri grumbled to himself as he followed swiftly after him.

~~

The game was close, ending in Barcelona’s favor 2-1, so the team was ready to celebrate. And it was against their biggest rival no less, so some of them were ready to get steamed. Gavi, on the other hand, just really wanted to know who the secret significant other is.

Despite being at the game, Y/n did not go into the locker room after the win like the other wives and girlfriends of the players. Y/n was not the biggest fan of huge crowds, so they thought it would be best to hang back and meet Pedri at his car when most of the fans had dispersed. Being that they took public transit to the stadium, they did not need to worry about their vehicle. They planned to ride with Pedri to the restaurant and maybe go bar hopping after, depending on the vibe of the team. 

It did not take nearly as long as they thought for the stadium to clear out, and they made their way out to the lot. They had a copy of Pedri’s keys, so they used them to unlock the car before climbing in. Then, they texted Pedri to let him know where they were, and almost immediately, he responded, saying that he was on his way out. Again, it did not take long for Pedri to make his way out of the tunnel and toward the car with Gavi, Fermin, and Joao walking in line with him, almost faster. 

Pedri pushed the guys towards their own cars, saying, “You’ll meet them at the restaurant.” He waited for Gavi to get in his own car since he was the most reluctant to split off before turning and climbing into the driver’s seat. He leaned over the center console and met Y/n in the middle as they kissed.

“Congratulations on the win. I saw that goal you made,” Y/n praised as they rand their fingers up his chest to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Did you see my surprise?”

“If you’re talking about changing my background to a picture of us, and subjecting me to the teasing I received from the boys, yes. I saw your surprise,” He sighed before planting a kiss on their nose. “The bright side is that the boys are excited to meet you.”

“The way you say that makes me think there is also bad news,” Y/n trailed off as Pedri started the car and started driving out of the lot. “Tell me what happened.”

“A couple of the guys think you're attractive, so now I need to be watching my back.”

“Well, now you know how I feel with all of your fans.”

~~~~~

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[plumppies]

Not So Unrequited Afterall

 Son Heungmin

Requested by the sweet @dreamsinarcadia 🖤

Word count: 834

Prompt: Would you be interested in writing a fluff/humour piece featuring Son Heung-min being an absolute loser in love with a childhood friend? Like this man is constantly dropping hints that he’s very much interested in her, but it’s like water on oil to her (she’s just genuinely clueless about his advances). Ending is open to your liking!

Drea’s note: Feel free to send in more requests. I hope you enjoy!

Heungmin tried everything to get your attention; flowers, chocolates and even inviting you to his games but nothing seemed to work. Did you not like him? Was he not your type? Or did you just not want to validate his feelings? All these questions flood his mind as his cleats touch the plush green grass of the training ground that Monday morning. He tried all weekend to tell you how he felt but the perfect time never seemed to arise. Maybe he should just give up. Maybe it's not meant to be.

“You good, Sonny?” Dejan asked as they did their first set of warmups.

“Perfect.” Son replies, pulling a forced smile as he rocks back and forth in a lunge.

Dejan can see through it though. He playfully nudges Son’s shoulders and laughs as Son loses balance for a few seconds “Cmon, what’s up? Trouble with y/n?” Son turns, a surprised expression paints his face as he realises that his missed attempts to get with you is a known ordeal.

“How did you know?” He asks, switching his left leg for his right to stretch it.

“Everybody knows,” Dejan chuckles and Heungmin frowns. “Hey don’t be mad at me! She basically told us about the stunts you were pulling, though I doubt she realises that you did all of that because you like her.

“She doesn’t?” Heung Min stands up straight now, his eyebrows are furrowed as he puts both hands on his hips.

“Have you even told her directly?” Dejan asks and Son shakes his head. “Dude, you’ve got to tell her or she’ll never know,” he laughs before running off to start his first lap around the pitch.

_____

Heung Min was the first one out of the showers and locker room after the training session. He was determined to tell you exactly how he felt; hopefully you would feel the same way.

He basically ran to his car as he opened his phone to message you.

Son: Hey! Are you free right now?

You reply faster than he thought you would which makes his heart skip a beat.

You: Hey Minnie :) yeah I am. Why?

Son: I want to pass by you right now. Are you home?

You: Oh really? I’m at work right now but you can come by. On a lunch break.

Son doesn’t even reply to your last message. He starts his car, backs out of the parking lot and drives straight to you.

His heart’s pumping, hands are basically shaking as he slows down into your work’s parking lot. He can see you sitting alone by a small coffee table munching on a sandwich with a fruit juice on the side. He hoped he wouldn’t catch sight of you so fast so that he could calm down a bit but you looked up from your phone and spotted him.

A smile creeped up your face as you walked to his new black car. You noticed his slight frown as you hopped into the car.

“You wanted to see me?” You ask. He always loved how you got straight to the point with things - skipping the awkward ‘hi, how are you’ but this time he didn't, he needed more time to get his thoughts together.

“Yeah I did umm..” he rubs his thighs nervously, looking away from you to catch his breath. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should just keep his feelings to himself.

“Come on! Don’t be all shy with me!” You shake his shoulder playfully and laugh. “What’s up?”

Son turns abruptly and takes a sharp breath: “How do you feel about me, y/n?”

You look at him a little confused. “What do you mean?” This is a genuine question but he doesn’t take it lightly

“Your feelings for me, I mean. How are they?” He asks quietly.

“You’re my friend so I care about you a lot.” You’re confused, you tilt your head with a slightly raised brow.

“Do you think that’s all I’ll ever be?” He looks at you now.

“Minnie wha do you mean?”

“I mean, The flowers, the…the hanging out and the gifts, is a friend all I’ll ever be to you?”

His eyes are directly on you now, face straight but clearly full of so much emotion.’This was a bad idea’ he thinks ‘I shouldn’t have done this’. He runs a hand through his soft dark hair before you speak.

“Heung MIn, do you like me? As more than a friend?” You feel your face heat up at the thought of him liking you.

“Yes.” That’s all he says. His chest tightens up as he looks at you and rubs his thighs nervously again.

“Oh…” You turn to look out the car window.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said-” His words are cut as you begin to speak.

“I like you too, Heung Min…” You look at him with a small smile before placing a hand on his thigh. He looks relieved now, back to his normal self.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

[tomsparkyr]

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐓

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: forbidden love from opposing teams was never one to stop mason, especially when it’s y/n he’s got his eyes on.

masterlist.

mason mount x footballer!reader

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, pinning, small sexual references i think, nothing major? football ig

note: men and woman play on the same team in this !

word count: 1K+

please don’t steal any of my work, thank you!

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𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓. 𝐇𝐄 knows he shouldn’t. The underlying weight of that thought lingering at the back of his mind 24/7 urges him to resist. He can’t, borderline. Most likely get fined, slammed in the media, and at risk of his reputation at Chelsea. But that’s what happens when you fall in love with a girl at Arsenal.

But it’s you, for God’s sake. You. Arsenal’s sweetheart, the face of the team. The fan’s favourite, Mason could name about every Arsenal supporter who has your name on the back of the shirt; chanting your nothings as you step a foot on the pitch. They worshiped the ground you walked on. And so did he.

As he warmed up on the pitch and relished in the noise of Stamford Bridge, the fans clamouring in and always one for an interesting match; Mason felt a nudge on his upper arm, looking beside him to see Raheem nodding his head towards the tunnel, shooting him a wink doing so. Mason turned his head to see what the fuss was about, and then he saw you.

He stood up from his lunge and swallowed harshly at your presence. You strutted out onto the ground you’ve scored countless goals at, suffering loses and multiple wins. Your hair was pulled into a high ponytail with a hairband supporting the stray hairs; Mason had never seen a more beautiful sight.

Straightening his posture, he ran his fingers through his hair and raised his eyebrows to Ben asking a quick ‘Do I look okay?’ in which the young left back nodded with a smile on his face.

Everybody in the squad knew about Mason’s boyhood crush on you, even the new head coach Graham Potter had caught onto the why Mason had coincidentally clicked on the same match highlights in which you scored a hattrick in multiple times. They all teased him, of course; Why wouldn’t they? Mason Mount, Chelsea’s starboy has fallen smitten for Arsenal’s leading lass, Y/N Y/L/N.

Mason made his way over to you tying your laces for the warmup before the London head-to-head match, not before Reece wolf-whistled causing Mason to snap his head back to his squad with a look making them all topple over in fits of laughter, Kai holding onto Trevor as they broke into smirks.

You perked your head up at the forthcoming presence, assuming it was Bukayo or Aaron, but why would they be wearing blue?

“Hey, Y/N right?” The british accent stuck out, your head tilting upwards to make eye contact with Mason, his brown eyes sending a wave of nervous bubbling in your stomach the more you realised just how much more attractive he was in comparison to seeing him on screen.

You smiled up at him, “Yeah, you’re that Mount boy aren’t you?” You teased back, causing Mason to start blushing furiously under your gaze; feeling like he was a school boy all over again. He swallowed harshly before finishing what he started. “I just wanted to wish you luck on todays game.” He blurted out before realising what a complete idiot he must of sounded, cringing when he saw your brows furrowed and head tilted.

You laughed lightly, “Aren’t we literally playing against each other in a London Derby?”

Mason licked his lips and looked you up and down, breathing in heavily before raising his brows and shrugging his shoulders, brushing off the embarrassment. “Just being nice before you lose to the best club in London.”

Your eyes widened and your mouth fell agape, causing Mason to laugh loudly and lean into your body slightly. He swiftly wrapped his arms around your shoulders, making you a blushing mess, before giving your left shoulder a tight squeeze and whispering, “Good luck.” Before he let go of you and waddled back to his team, a bright smile adoring his face when he realised just how close he has gotten to his childhood crush.

The match ended 90 minutes later, you and Mason neither subbed off; unfortunately you getting the shorter end of the stick as Chelsea secured the win with a 2-1 to the home fans, the away Arsenal fans already leaving the second Mason scored the extra time winner.

You sighed into your hands and crouched onto the pitch, breathing heavily as the full time whistle sounded. Sweat trickled from your forehead, hands clammy now the equaliser goal from yourself seemed worthless now.

Feeling a figure crouch down in front of you allowed you to lift your head with a fake smile, before seeing the brunette with a sympathetic look in his eyes. He whispered a small “Hey,” causing you to sniffle in the cold weather, Mason held his hand out for you to get up, you obliged.

Once you stood up, you pulled the under layers down to your fingertips feeling the adrenaline wear off and the breeze start to hit you. Mason looked you directly in your eye and admired you. He thought you couldn’t look more perfect.

“Good game.” He nodded. You smiled at him, not fake this time, and squinted “Good goal, Mount. Screwed up my winning streak.” You laughed, seeing Mason chuckle make you jitter.

He shrugged his shoulders, “I tried to warn you!”.

You and Mason swapped jerseys afterwards, Mason’s younger self internally freaking out that he had a hold of the jersey’s owner who he occasionally plans out their wedding and how well her name would fit with Mount. And also the fact he saw you take off your shirt.

Mason jogged into the Chelsea changing rooms, swinging your jersey around his head and cheering. The other boys looked over and begin jumping up and down, throwing empty water bottles around and all over the love-sick boy, and how he had gained atleast some progress on Arsenal’s golden girl.

It wasn’t until later at night when Mason got a notification, that maybe, he had made a bit more progress than he had imagined.

Y/N

hi mase, fun seeing you at todays match. had a great time talking to you!

wanna go out for coffee tomorrow morning?

Safe to say, Y/N did not stay a red for too long. Maybe it was her boyfriends influence to come to Chelsea. Only if Y/N could handle to constant messing from Mason’s teammates; but in fairness, Mason got the girl. Football’s Romeo and Juliet. Mason and Y/N.

this is ugly af but i miss mason so

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[dandelion-wings]

In the classic 'warmups that ate my whole writing session,' have some not-so-baby Kaeya (he's like fourteen here, but still fairly newly-come to the Dawn Winery) from yet another AU @theabysscomeshome and I were kicking around on Discord yesterday. >> I like the Dawn Winery family vibes, okay.

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They have a lot of trust to rebuild after the incident. Master Crepus says that they need to start with more focused language lessons, so that they can actually explain to Kaeya what's going on. Adelinde does understand where he's coming from, but she thinks it needs to be a little more basic than that.

Fortunately, Kaeya seems to have latched onto her as the safest person around: domestic, slight of build, without a Vision and apparently not combat-trained. He doesn't have to know what the head housemaid has taught her to do with kitchen knives (or what she has done with them for Master Diluc, the once, and what she would gladly do for him). She takes care to be always gentle with him, to keep her voice soft, to reinforce that perception of safety. To make her someone he doesn't feel he has to flee.

Master Crepus looks sorrowful every time Kaeya ducks behind her when he enters the room. He understands why, though, and he doesn't press. There's time enough for Kaeya to re-learn how kind he, too, can be. For now, Master Crepus reassigns Adelinde from all her other duties. Taking care of Kaeya is one of only two she has to concern herself with. Keeping watch on him is the other.

He *was* the other half of the incident, after all. What he did cannot happen ever again.

Despite that reassignment, Adelinde carries on with some of a housemaid's work, picking and choosing whatever seems to suit Kaeya's needs that day. It means she spends a lot of time in the kitchen. He may not trust them, but putting temptation in front of him long enough does induce him to eat. And everyone from the Cathedral's healers to the fieldworkers agree that he absolutely needs to be fed.

"Two cups of flour," Adelinde tells him, showing him the bag, then each scoop, as she measures it into the bowl. Formal language lessons are all well and good, but she knows that the expensive Akademiya tutor isn't teaching him this vocabulary. That he can see in the process that she's not putting anything harmful into the food is just as important.

(That first potion was, she thinks, a terrible idea. It was absolutely necessary; the Mages' taint *had* to be cleared, or it might have killed him or worse. And there was no way to tell him in words why it was given, or what the effects would be. But they never should have slipped it into his food.)

"Salt," she goes on, showing him the block. "We'll scrape some off. That's enough. Then we'll cut in the butter, and the lard. You want to taste that? It won't taste good, but all right. Now we sprinkle milk over it as we knead it together. I'll do that. Do you want to start chopping the meat?"

No one else would approve of giving him a knife, which is why Adelinde has cleared out a small side-kitchen instead of working in the main one. The thing is, he knows full well he's under watch. She sees how he flinches whenever someone looks so much as alarmed at his behavior. He's afraid of being hurt, again, if anyone even thinks he's trying more magery. How can he think otherwise, with his burns still healing and Sir Jean checking in almost daily on Diluc's behalf? It's not as if his fears are groundless. If he attempts another Abyssal ritual, they'll have to do *something* to stop him.

If they want him to trust them, they need to demonstrate that they're willing to trust him in exchange. So, the knife. Adelinde isn't ready to turn her back on him yet while he's holding it, but she'll do that eventually, too. For now it's no surprise that she isn't when she's working at the same counter and all that they'll need is already arrayed in front of them.

She rolls out the pastry and divides it out into the pie pans while he chops the meat fine and dumps it into the bowl. Then, after making him wash his hands, she presents the spice rack before him. "What do you want to put into this?"

For this, she gives him is the appropriately-sized spoon and free rein. The pies may come out oddly-tasting this way--they have before--but he knows by now what she does use, and she wants to let him experiment. He tastes a bit of each spice, thoughtfully, mixes them in his hand and tries various combinations, and finally pours scoops of each one he's chosen into the bowl. Adelinde watches him out of the corner of her eye as she whips the eggs, but he doesn't do anything she'd have to scold him for--dumping a whole spice jar in, or licking his finger and sticking it into a jar to taste, or touching the meat and then a jar. He's so much more careful with food than Master Diluc ever was.

Pouring the eggs in, she offers him the spoon. "Do you want to stir?"

He does. Adelinde watches as he mixes it all together, then pours it into the pastry herself before showing him how to fold the tops up. Then into the oven--he stays well back from the heat--and she makes them both hot cocoa while they wait for them to bake. He huddles over his mug like he expects it to be taken from him. Or tampered with.

(*How* she wishes they hadn't put that potion into his food.)

She takes the pies out herself and puts them on the cooling rack, pretending not to notice Kaeya scraping the last, dregs of cocoa from the pot while her back is turned. He never tries to ask for more

than he's offered, and that's from more than just the language barrier; he's expressive enough in his gestures when he wants to be. Someday she'll be able to tell him that he can have as much as he likes. For now, she'll let him get away with all his pilferage.

And make more hot chocolate while the pies are cooling, of course.

By the time they've finished the second pot, they're cool enough to eat without burning his mouth. Adelinde gets out a plate, then pauses, a thought occurring to her. Instead of loading it up herself, she hands it to Kaeya, then steps back, gesturing towards the rack. "How many do you want?"

The look he gives her is eloquently disbelieving. She can almost hear the question: surely she's not telling him to take the whole batch. There's no way to explain to him yet that she *would* let him have it all if he wanted, and hope he had the sense to save some for later rather than give himself the stomachache, but that's not the point. Right now she just wants to give him a choice.

She's expecting him to simply take a pie or two, readying herself to smile and nod in approval so he knows he's not taking too much. Instead, he looks at the rack, clearly counting off, then looks at her and says, with tremendous care, "I want... two?" He holds up two fingers as he says it.

It's the first time he's actually tried to answer her in Mond. Adelinde beams at him.

"Yes, you can have two," she says. "Or more. Three, or four, or five," she adds, holding up her fingers in turn, because she doesn't know whether 'more' is a word he's learned yet, nor any of the numbers. "As many as you want."

Kaeya studies her for a moment as if looking for a trap, then says, "I want four."

"You can have four." Adelinde gestures again towards the rack, encouragingly. "Choose whichever ones you like."

He takes the pies, quickly, before she can take the offer back, and then returns to the little table in the corner and hunches over them. Adelinde takes three pies for herself. She only really wants one, but she hopes that this way he won't think he's over-indulging; she can manage two, and wrap the third in her napkin as demonstration, so that if he does end up finding he's taken too much he'll know it's all right to keep for later.

She compliments his spice choices as they eat, though privately she thinks the rosemary was too much. Kaeya unhunches, slowly, once he's wolfed the first two down and finds himself working his way more slowly through the third. He's looking uncertainly at the fourth when Adelinde finishes her own second pie. She deliberately wraps hers in her napkin and tucks it into her pocket, making sure he's watching. He wraps his own, watching her as she does it and relaxing further when she nods.

"I want... one more?" He holds up a finger, again, and the wrapped pie in the other hand, and Adelinde smiles and nods at him before rising to get him another napkin. Kaeya pockets them and looks satisfied. Then he looks up at her and, again in Mond, says something that from the intonation he must have learned in his formal lessons. "Thank you."

Something warm swells in Adelinde's chest. "You're welcome," she tells him, and on impulse holds her arms out wide. He steps forward into the hug, tentative at first, then clinging tight when she pulls him in against her. She pretends not to notice how he's shaking and simply holds him until he chooses to let go.

It feels like a first step forward, after all their steps back. She's so, so proud to be part of it.

[qierxing]

Double Trouble

A/N: An old drabble I had around and decided to punt out for warmup

Ace Trappola x Deuce Spade x Reader

TW/CW: Violence against reader, manipulation

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Ace and Deuce weren't exactly friends.

And they made sure everyone around them knew it. They've never really tried to cooperate with each other more than necessary; always been more content pushing each other around and slinging insults at each other whenever they had the chance. They were no different from feuding rivals in a way. Frenemies, on a good day.

And yet, their temperament completely changes around you.

It's so small, so miniscule, that you don't realize it until Grim brings it up casually.

"They sure are soft on you, huh?” He drawls when the duo once again lets you get away with scolding them for procrastinating on their homework. 

"I've no idea what you're talking about." You shuffle the worksheets into your school bag, careful not to crease any of the fragile papers. "They know Riddle would be on their asses anyway if he knew they were slacking off."

Your companion groans. "That's not what I'm talking about, [First], and you know it, mya!" He waves his paws in that annoying little Grim way and you know you're in for another whiny temper tantrum.

"You know if even that goody two shoes Clover-senpai were to lecture him, they would just shrug it off like nothin'!" His forked tail waves wildly. "And yet, they just listen to ya and don’t do anythin' bout it!!"

"Grim, I think you're exaggerating." You don't even dignify the angry cat with a comeback when you shove a tuna sandwich in his open maw.

You should've realized Grim wasn't overreacting at all.

Yes, the duo weren't friends, but they knew how to work together for a common goal. Unfortunately, you were the one who had taught them that all those months ago in that haunted, decrepit mine.

"Whaddya mean, you can't study with us?" Ace frowns deeply as you rub your neck sheepishly. Deuce wears a similar look with his fists clenched at his side, and if you didn't know any better, it was like the two were disappointed you couldn’t study with them.

"I told you before, I promised Sebek that I would study with him." You cross your arms, "It's not a big deal. We can hang out another time anyway."

Ace's frown deepens more and he and Deuce exchange a glance you can't decipher. A cold breeze winds through the stone pillars of the hallways and you wonder if that's the reason you feel so uneasy.

“It’s not like that guy needs you to be there, right? Just ditch.” You’re left flabbergasted at Ace’s crude dismissal. You open your mouth in a hasty retort but you get cut off.

“Surely Sebek can find another study partner if he really needs to.” Your head whips in shock at Deuce’s flat agreement. He was the one trying to be an eager honors student. Why the hell was he so against two students studying together?

It would've made sense if they were up to their shenanigans again. At least then, you would know it would pass with some time, give or take. But this doesn't feel like a badly timed prank, nor a lead up into a heist that will go wrong. If anything, it feels like they're trying to enforce something on you.

"What is with you two? If you two have beef with Sebek, sort it out with him." Your bag weighs heavy on your shoulder, laden with the textbooks and notes you need for your study session. "Leave me out of whatever mess you got yourselves in."

You turn sharply towards the library, wanting so badly to put down your bag for your poor aching shoulder. There shouldn't be anything else to address, and you thought you could walk away, and everything would be fine when you returned. 

You thought.

One second you're walking and the next, you're lying on your side, bag strewn across the cobblestone floor. Ink bottles cracking and dripping ink everywhere, pens and pencils rolling away, and all your textbooks’ spines cracked open. You’re gasping for air, breath completely knocked out of your lungs, winded and sprawled on the floor.

“W-Wh–” is the only thing you can utter before you feel a presence looming over you.

“Jeez, prefect, don’t you know that you shouldn’t leave your back open?” Ace’s gloating voice hovers right above your head, and oh, how badly you just want to take his stupid mug and give him a good bash–

“We really didn’t want it to have to come to this,” Deuce’s voice following makes your entire body freeze. “But we don’t want you to get into trouble.”

Your mind runs through several swear words in a loop before you realize with horror that one of them is hauling your limp body up into their grasp. You try moving one of your limbs but only crackling pain greets you, making you suck in a deep, painful breath. A chuckle echoes to your left, and your bloodshot eyes flash to see Ace smirking his usual shit eating grin, hand twirling his magic pen. 

“Nothing personal, [First],” He cheekily responds as he notices your pained glare. Warm flesh pulses under you, and it’s with rage that you’re face to face with Deuce’s worried face next.

“We’ll undo the magic on you later, but please don’t struggle.” He has you in a bridal carry, which is already humiliating in itself, but the fact he has the audacity to tell you to calm down?

“You…won’t get away…with this…!” Every word you utter stretches your ribcage to the point where you feel like it’s cracking open, but you would be damned if you were going to stay silent.

Ace laughs, while Deuce averts his gaze.

“I think we can, [First].”

[the-captain89]

I wish someone would really orchestrate a party where I'm going to be the entertainment but not tell me. You just invite me to a party at your friend's house, a place I've never been before. I'd met your friend once before and he seemed nice enough, but I always noticed that he would look at me almost hungrily throughout that day. I wear something tight and cute, we're going out after all. little do I know, the cost of admission to this party is an edible for me to keep me loose and pliable. The only catch is that everyone has to trick me into eating what they brought for me - I can't know I'm being drugged by all these people. Eventually I start feeling really floaty and flushed and ask if there's somewhere I can lay down. You take me into the basement where there's a nice comfy bed already set up, you say just in case someone drank too much and passed out. You help me to the bed, laying me down. You can tell my eyes are glazed over and I couldn't resist anything if I tried. I feel you move my arms and legs around but I don't pay attention to why. My eyes close as I roll my hips around unconsciously. I feel cold air against my pussy all of a sudden as you slip my panties off but I don't realize you've started to undress me. After you've locked my arms and legs in place, you pull my top down to expose my breasts and all I can do is moan. Distantly I notice you standing up from the bed and I hear you call upstairs - "okay everyone, it's time for the party to start - our entertainment is finally ready."

What a sweet little whore. All of the guest will begin groping your bare tits, slapping your pussy. You moan and try to fight it, but your body is just too weak. fingers in your mouth stifle your moans. hands pinch and grab at your body, fingers probe your holes, you're getting quite wet.

Before long you can hear belts being undone, and zippers unzipped. Someone climbs on top of you and shoves their cock deep in your pussy, no warning, no warmup. He's pounding your pussy hard and fast. You can't help but to feel a wave of pleasure flow through you, you throw your head back to scream, and another cock is jammed in your mouth. Just as the man in your pussy, he takes no mercy. He shoves his cock so far in your throat you begin to gag. "Don't you dare, whore." he pulls out his cock, slaps you across the face with it, and jams it back in "You can take it, slut"

The cycle continues for hours. Every now and then, there's a lull in the action, but that's only so we can force some water in your mouth (gotta keep the party whore hydrated) and to load you up with more edibles. It's nearly morning by the time we've finished. You had no idea we'd even last that long. As everyone files upstairs, I give your tits a hard slap, strap a vibrator to your cunt, and tell you "You were a good whore tonight, hopefully you perform just as well tomorrow night. you hear my footsteps walk up the stairs, the light is turned off, and the door closes, and clicks locked.

[erogenousmind]

Hiatus

It had frightened her. That’s why Michelle had taken a break. She knew what happened to her when she spent too long there. And she had loved it. Maybe that had frightened her more.

There was just always something else to titillate her. She would start scrolling and then she’d find a spiral or a series of them and it would have its hooks in her. She’d always tell herself that she was going to stop after just one more, but that never seemed to happen. There was always another induction or some captivating spinning image, or someones pretty words to read. And before she knew it, Michelle would find herself dropping and following along with harmless suggestions. It felt good to go deeper. It excited her to be blank. And at some point, without thinking, she would inevitably reblog with a message suggesting just how deeply they affected her.

The messages would start soon after. Many of them anonymous. Some of them forgettable. Some of them outright rude. Those never really bothered Michelle though. It was easy enough to ignore and block and keep scrolling. Some of them though. Some of them were just so intensely...powerful. And the fact that they were directed at her just made it so much more mesmerizing. No sooner would she read and respond than another one would be there, as if they knew exactly what she was going to say. Exactly what she was doing. She would always be amused and sometimes a little embarrassed the next day, reading through those now very public interactions on her dashboard. Showing everyone how deeply she had been entranced. How completely she surrendered.

Those never really bothered her either. That barrier of anonymity. The knowledge, even in the back of her head that every response was being shared with all of her followers always gave her that little extra restraint. She always knew she would stop when she needed to. She always knew she could pull back. Stop responding. No, what had scared Michelle away. What had made her realize she needed a break was the DMs.

She had missed it though. God, she had missed it. Uninstalling everything and refusing to go near her computer after dark had been the only thing that had kept her away. Michelle was going to bed at a decent hour for once in her life at least. She would have been getting good sleep too, if she hadn’t spent so many hours laying awake, memories and fantasies and experiences playing over and over again in her head. Thoughts of drifting in and out of awareness while her subconscious absorbed every word she read, her fingers responding without her even needing to think. She thought of being triggered, of suggestions to drop into trance at a word or tremble with arousal. To feel and think and do as she was told. To become a completely different person.

Michelle wasn’t even sure what was memory and what was fantasy. How many of those things had she actually done? How many had she just wished for? What could he still make of her with a single word?

Tonight, she was back. It had gotten unbearable. Wondering what she was missing out on, what she could be experiencing. She had halfheartedly told herself it was just to check messages and give proof-of-life to a few online friends, but she knew the truth before she even started. Old messages were quickly read through or ignored and she was scrolling again. Somehow, Michelle knew that was just the warmup for her evening though. A few likes and reblogs later, she knew what would happen, presenting herself like the most helpless prey. All she needed to do was scroll and wait...

And wait and wait, it turned out. She noticed herself starting to zone out a little at the barrage of spirals moving endlessly up, interposed with wonderful evocative words and images reminding her what she had been missing. But more than anything she realized she was craving that chance to be taken again. She missed him. She needed his words. Needed to have her thoughts taken from her. She felt so desperate. Needy. A quick check told her that he had been around recently. Why wasn’t he pouring his will into her empty and eager mind? Why wasn’t he making her drop with arousal?

Michelle fought with herself. She should just message him. She wasn’t entitled to him reaching out just because she was back. It would be simpler to just message him. But that was why she had taken her hiatus. She couldn’t resist him anymore. More than that, she hadn’t wanted to. She shouldn’t walk right back into the lion’s den. She should just log off. Why wasn’t he messaging?

Maybe she would be bothering him in the middle of something. Maybe he was upset she had been gone. Maybe he had moved on. Maybe he was taking control of someone else this very moment. Michelle could picture her, eyes empty and mouth hanging open, her fingers on her sensitive skin keeping her attentive and eager even as her thoughts failed her.

Michelle felt a pang of envy for the imagined woman. God, she needed to be taken, to have her mind fucked. She squirmed in her seat, the images in her head setting her libido into overdrive. She wasn’t in control anymore. She didn’t want to be. She watched the mouse cursor slowly make its way to his name. It hovered for a moment. *click*

And she was typing. Her fingers couldn’t keep up with the deluge of feelings that wanted to pour from her. To confess her need. To pledge herself to him. To drop down and grovel at his feet and beg him to take her mind away. To admit she was a needy little toy who needed to be played with.

All she was able to manage was “hey”

Seconds passed that felt like hours. Michelle froze in place, all her focus on the small little dialogue box she had opened. Her body ached for the slight acknowledgement. She realized she was holding her breath. And then:

“Welcome back, my good girl”

Two explosions went off in Michelle’s mind at once. First, the word of praise sent a shiver down her spine and a moan to her lips. Second, his message set off a trigger of remembrance in her mind. It was suddenly very clear to Michelle that she hadn’t taken a break of her own accord. She was far too needy a slave for her master’s control to ever pull herself away from him. He had decided she would take a break, hypnotically compelling her to stay away. Until the need overwhelmed her. Until it broke her for him. Showing her how helpless she was.

He had allowed the desire to build and build. He wanted Michelle to see how much her desire consumed her. Wanted her to fantasize about coming back to her master, a master she wasn’t always allowed to know she had. Wanted her to dream about getting to submit again. And she had obeyed. She had no choice. She knew now just how addicted to this she was.

He was telling her more and more now, but Michelle’s conscious mind was oblivious to all of it. It only knew she needed to go deeper for him. It remembered she was a slave. It remembered that she would forget again when he was done with her tonight. It remembered to obey and go blank while he programmed her deepest self. It remembered how good it felt to surrender.

It remembered how good it felt to be back.

[msnanu]

Life Twist 08 | JJK

⏤ banner by the talented and sweet: @archivedkookie ❣

⏤summary ❧ After an enormous loss in your life and breaking a long relationship with your now ex boyfriend, you decided you needed a life twist. So you move into a new country to try restart your life and seek for your happiness. What you weren’t expecting was someone like Jungkook entering into your life as soon as you got to Seoul.

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❧ jungkook x female reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 ❧ fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, 4 years age gap (reader is JK’s noona)

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ❧ mature language

⏤𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ❧ 15.1K+

⏤ author’s note❧ Longest chapter ever and I dare to say it is also the best one as of now! I love these two, they're the cutest! 😍 Please enjoy this new chapter and I'll be waiting your thoughts on it as always 🤗

You have just arrived the gym. Luckily this week has been pretty calm at your job so you’re able to go as much as you want to the gym. JK on the contrary is having a busy schedule these last few days, last time you saw each other was 3 days ago on Sunday, the day you had that awkward encounter with his older brother and Bam at his apartment.

Jungkook had messaged you earlier today and told you that he was finally able to go to the gym, so you were eagerly waiting for him to show up, you already missed him.

You were about to start with your warmup exercises when a stranger’s voice directed towards you caught your attention.

‘Excuse me. I was wondering if you could tell me how much the boxing lessons fee is’

You turned to find out who is the person that is talking to you. You see a blonde guy, he was tall not as much as Jungkook but a similar height, he might be around your age. You don’t think you saw him here before; he must have confused you with the receptionist girl.

‘Sorry, I’m actually not the right person to ask, I don’t work here. You should check at the entrance with the receptionist’ you say politely while giving him a small grin and pointing towards the entrance.

‘Oh, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I thought you worked here. I’m Ethan by the way’ he says while extending his hand towards you.

‘No worries. I’m Y/N’ you say while shaking hands with him.

‘Nice to meet you Y/N’ he says smiling back at you.

Suddenly you feel someone’s arms on your waist, you don’t even have to turn around because Jungkook already is doing it for you while he cups your face saying, ‘Hi gorgeous, I’ve missed you so much’ and surprises you by kissing you deeply in front of this guy that you have just met.

When you stop the kiss, you see Ethan clearly uncomfortable in his spot.

‘Um, thanks for your help, Y/N. I’ll go ask to the receptionist then’

‘Sure’ you simply say to Ethan who disappears quickly from your sight.

It’s not like you’re not a fan of PDA but there’s moments or places that are just not suitable for that. And you know Jungkook has probably done it only to mark his territory. Once again, you have the unsettling feeling that he doesn’t trust you.

You look at JK who has a poker face now as if he didn’t do anything to make the guy uncomfortable enough to run away.

‘What was that?’

‘What was what?’

‘Jungkook. Don’t play dumb with me. You know what I mean’

‘That guy was clearly flirting with you’

‘What? No. He was just asking me how much the fee for boxing lessons is. He had mistaken me with the receptionist’

‘Baby, that guy has been coming to the gym for the last 2 years at least. Trust me, he knows who’s the receptionist or any other person that works here’

‘Oh’

‘Yeah’

‘Either way if he was flirting with me, I wasn’t flirting back. I think it’s pretty clear that you don’t trust me, Jungkook’

JK didn’t liked the way you said his name. It didn’t sound as sweet and soft as usually. You were clearly annoyed, and he was starting to get nervous because he knows he’s not good controlling his impulsiveness and he didn’t want to say something wrong that might make you angry.

‘I- I do trust you, Y/N. I just don’t enjoy seeing guys flirting with my girl’

‘JK, I don’t enjoy seeing girls flirting with you either, but I still put up with every single woman that you come across because they all flirt with you, even when I’m right beside you they shamelessly flirt with you as if I didn’t exist. Remember last weekend when we went to the grocery store? The cashier was about to jump on you, and I didn’t say anything because I trust you enough to know that you’re not gonna act on it’

Jungkook was clueless about what you were talking about. He didn’t even notice the cashier on the grocery store flirting the other day.

‘The cashier at the grocery store? Baby, I don’t care if they flirt with me, I don’t even realize it’

‘Exactly my point. I didn’t realize that guy was flirting with me because I don’t fucking care. I have you and I don’t need anyone else’

‘Okay okay, I get it. I’m sorry, noona. I should work on my jealousy’ says Jungkook while scratching the back of his head.

‘You don’t need to apologize. Just please, trust me. If we don’t have trust, then we don’t have nothing’ you say in a defeating tone.

The rest of the time you spend at the gym with him, you are awfully quieter than usual. Jungkook is not an idiot, he clearly noticed that you’re still upset about what happened before.

He also realizes that within the span of a week, he managed to make you feel the need to ask him twice if he trusted you and he doesn't like that - it's totally his fault that you're questioning him, and he knows it.

He does trust you. At least that’s what he thinks. He doesn’t think you’re going to act on the guys that flirt with you, but he hates even the possibility of guys coming close to you. He’s always been a jealous guy but with you it’s more triggering for him. He doesn’t like to sound possessive or anything like that, but he fears losing you somehow.

He can’t stand you being distant with him, so he gets closer to you when he sees you turning off the treadmill where you were running for the last half hour without even glancing towards his spot.

‘Did I say that you look insanely beautiful today?’

‘Mmhm’ you hum while you’re stepping down the treadmill. You don’t want to act childish, but you do feel upset because he doesn’t seem to trust you.

‘Noona, you’re ignoring me’

You take one look at him and he’s pouting like a baby. You roll your eyes, annoyed with yourself because you can’t even continue to be upset at him when he looks at you like that.

‘Ugh, you know, sometimes I hate how cute you are’

He smiles proudly because he knows that his pout worked as he wanted.

‘Stop fooling yourself, you don’t hate it, you love it baby’ he says while cupping your face and giving you a peck on your lips.

The rest of the afternoon continued with you doing some squats and ab work while exchanging a few kisses and innocent touches with Jungkook from time to time when you crossed paths.

You were starting to feel thirsty, so you went to find your bottle of water to hydrate when your gaze fell on Jungkook who had just sited on the shoulder press machine to finish his work out for the day.

Jungkook started moaning while exercising and you didn’t even realize that you were looking at him for solid 5 minutes while biting your bottom lip without blinking. This is not good for your sanity, not when you’re holding back on having sex with him to try go slow.

It’s insanely hard to control yourself every time you’re with him but on top of that now you have to control while he’s moaning and he’s all sweaty and dear God you just want to rip his clothes off. Your mind is already in another world.

Why does he have to be this hot? For God’s sake Y/N, the guy is exercising and you’re salivating at him moaning, keep it together.

You suddenly wake up from your trance when you hear some guys’ voices approaching the area near where you are standing but not before Jungkook catches you checking him out.

JK stands up and approaches to you with a smug face while tracing his thumb over you bottom lip and talks with a dark raspy tone.

‘Baby, I think you’re drooling’

Fuck. You want to take that smug face and kiss the shit out of him. But you’re strong Y/N, you can return the tease back.

‘Can you blame me tho?’

His eyebrows shot up for a split second but then the smug face comes back again.

‘Is my baby horny today?’

That fucking pet name is about to make you fold. Come on, you can do it Y/N

‘I wasn’t but you get me horny’

Jungkook’s eyes almost pop out of his head.

‘Did you have any drinks before coming to the gym?’

‘No, I’m just stating the truth. I’m not going to shame myself because you’re such a fine piece of man’ you say softly while tracing your fingers from his chest to his toned abs.

His eyes follow your hand while he gulps, and you see his cheeks turning rosy. You definitely won this one.

‘Fuck. You’re making me blush, stop noona’

‘Why, Kook? I thought you liked it when I touch you’ you say while pouting at him with your hand still on his abs.

‘You little minx, just wait until we get to your place’

You giggled before turning around to go to the girls’ lockers and he followed you laughing while giving you a slap in your butt.

‘Hey!’

‘I told you, you’re really tempting’

30. 30 years old. Your birthday day had arrived. You fucking hated that number 3 in your age. Even though you didn’t even look 30. People had always thought you were younger.

The 30’s always come with a lot of expectation. And, with a lot of judgement from the outside world. When are you going to settle down? When are you having kids? You’re not married yet? Thank God you don’t usually give two fucks about what the others think.

You laugh remembering that when you were 18, you used to think that people who were 30 were super old people. Now you’ve become one yourself. Time surely flies.

12 o’clock AM and your phone was vibrating indicating Jungkook was facetiming you. You smile as soon as you see him on the screen of your phone. He had been insisting that he wanted to be the first to greet you on your birthday.

‘Happy birthday gorgeous’ he says with a bright smile

‘Thank you, cutie! You’re the first to say happy birthday to me’

‘I’m gonna make sure to be always the first to say happy birthday to you from now on’

You giggled and nodded at him.

‘Duly noted, I’ll take it as a promise. Is it my impression or were you about to fall sleep?’

He clearly was laying on his bed and he looked totally drained. He told you he had a lot of work today; he wasn’t even able to go to the gym.

‘I’m tired honestly but I’m having trouble to sleep, I think I need you by my side to sleep properly’

He slept at your place 2 days ago, after you went to the gym together, he stayed at your place.

‘Too bad you had to work late. I would have loved to have you with me now. What time did you finished working today?’

He smiled at you shily

‘God, you’re so sweet. I really wanted to be with you too tonight, baby. I finished about an hour ago, I ate and had a shower and now I’m here. So, how does it feel to be 30?’

‘Ugh, don’t even say it. I feel like an old woman’

‘You’re so dramatic. You are not old, and you don’t even look 30. Noona, remember when I met you? I thought we were the same age’

‘You just say it to make me feel better’ you say while pouting at him

‘I want to make you feel better yeah, but it’s also truth what I’m saying. I wouldn’t lie to you, gorgeous’

‘I miss you’

‘I miss you too, a lot. Tomorrow night I’ll pick you up to go to your birthday party. And afterwards you can stay the night at my place, baby’

‘Sounds good. Where’s Bam? I miss Bami too’

‘He’s at my brother’s again. That way at least he has more fun with Song and Paeng than being with me when I’m working almost the entire day’

A yawn escapes from his mouth and he immediately says ‘Sorry’

‘Kook, you really should sleep. You can’t keep your eyes open’

‘Your voice calms me, baby’

‘It’s either that or I’m so boring that I make you fall sleep’

He chuckles with his eyes closed and his head already placed on his pillow.

‘You’re definitely not boring, noona. I really miss sleeping by your side’

‘Okay, I’ll stay here on the phone until you fall sleep. How about that?’

‘You would do that for me? You’re amazing. Any other person would think I’m a weirdo’

‘Lucky for you, I don’t tend to judge people so easily, so don’t worry cutie. You should rest now; it was a long day’

‘You’re the best. Good night my birthday girl. I’ll see you in a few hours’

‘I know I am. Good night handsome, see you’

5 minutes later he was snoring. He looked so cute you took a screenshot of him while sleeping before hanging up the videocall.

Your doorbell is ringing indicating JK is already here to pick you up for your birthday party. On your way to the door, you take one more look at yourself on the mirror. You think you look pretty good; you love your outfit, and you feel more comfortable with it that what you thought it would feel.

You are wearing one of your last’s acquisitions. You went shopping with Emma and Aria this week and found an amazing thin satin black dress that it’s tight enough to show all your curves in the sexiest ways. The neckline isn’t exposing that much, but the dress surely wraps around your breasts making them noticeable. The dress is short so you’re also showing off your legs and the heels you went for this time helps on making your legs look way longer than what they are.

Thank God Emma and Aria convinced you to buy this dress. You were in the verge of not buying it because it was a bit pricy but you’re not the one to pamper yourself that often and it is your birthday after all so, you decided to go for it this time.

It seems like you and Jungkook are syntonized because as soon as you open the door you see him wearing a black dress shirt that reveals some of his collarbones along with a silver chain. You gulp at the sight in front of you. He’s such a snack. No, scratch that. He’s the whole meal, yes Sir and you're starving for him.

His raspy voice suddenly shakes you out of Wonderland.

‘God, how can you look so fucking beautiful?’ he says eyeing you up and down while biting his lower lip. He has that look that makes him look like a predator eyeing his pray before attacking.

‘It’s exactly what I was thinking when I saw you’ you said in return while smiling at him.

In a second his lusty gaze changes completely and he shows you that bunny smile that you love so much. Talking about duality.

‘Happy birthday noona’ he says in the sweetest tone.

You notice his hands being occupied so you cup his face and kiss him deeply on the lips.

‘I missed those lips’ he says afterwards while leaning his forehead on yours.

‘You can have them as much as you want now’

You realize his left hand is being occupied with 2 bags as the right hand is on his back, surely holding something else that you’re not able to see.

‘You want help with those?’ you say while pointing at his hands.

‘Oh, I almost forgot, I bought you some presents’

He sounds excited as he takes his right hand of his back and hands you over a bouquet of jasmines that makes your heart warm, and you keep smiling at him like an idiot.

‘Thank you. I love them. But I told you, you didn’t have to buy me anything, Kook’

‘I did, you deserve it. You should let me spoil you, baby’

‘Well, if you insist, I’m not gonna complain’ you say giggling.

He goes ahead handing you the 2 bags and if you knew him better you would think he’s even nervous about your reaction because he’s biting his lip piercing while observing every one of your moves.

You leave the 2 bags on your kitchen counter while putting the bouquet of jasmines on water and then continue to open one of the presents left.

The first bag unravels one of the presents in a light blue wrapping with golden stars all over it. You almost feel bad to have to open it in order to get to the actual gift, it’s such a cute wrapping.

JK urges you to open it nudging his head in the direction of his present making you chuckle over his excitement.

As soon as you unwrap your gift and realize what he bought for you, your eyes widen almost popping out of your head. Jungkook notices your reaction and smiles seeing your surprised face, and that you seem to like it.

A Kero teddy bear. He bought you a freaking Kerberos teddy bear. Something that you’ve been wanting since you were 6 years old and binge-watched Cardcaptor Sakura every single afternoon when returning from school.

‘WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKK? ARE YOU FOR REAL?’ you squeaked and screamed while jumping at Jungkook who was startled but he quickly grabbed you by your thighs.

‘I guess you liked it, baby’ he says while chuckling.

‘Like it? I love it so much! You’re the best’ you say while peppering him with kisses all over his face.

He puts you down slowly while giving you another of his bunny smiles. You look the cutest ever with your Kero teddy bear. He can’t believe that such a simple thing can make you this happy.

‘But… how?? I don’t think I ever told you about Kero’

‘Well… I’m not sure if you remember but when we had the bonfire at Hobi’s cottage you were talking to Yoongi hyung and I might have listened what you told him about Kero. So, I thought it would be a good gift’

You look at him with so much awe. He is just too sweet. You want to hug him so bad.

‘You are amazing’ you say before cupping his face and kissing his lips.

‘I’m so happy you liked it. You have one more gift to unwrap tho’

The last gift is not wrapped, as soon as you see the little blue box on it you realize that the inscription on it is from a jewelry store.

You are feeling a little nervous, you don’t know what he bought in a jewelry store, but you don’t want him to waste his money on you by buying multiple things.

But JK can definitely be as stubborn as you are because you already had said a few days ago that he didn’t need to buy any gifts for you. It’s obvious that you’re not going be mad because he didn’t listen, if we are being honest you wouldn’t listen to him either if it was his birthday and he said the same thing to you.

When you open the little blue box, your eyes start to feel watery at the sight in front of you.

It’s a gold necklace with the initial of your dad. It looks the same as the one that your dad used every day.

One day while seeing childhood photos, you had told JK that after your dad passed away, you wanted to keep that necklace for yourself, since it was something that your dad had with him every single day, it felt special for you.

But your older sister was quick enough to take it without permission – clearly not because of the sentimental feeling towards it - and you never saw the necklace again as it also happened the same with a lot more things that your dad owned.

‘I think I’m gonna cry’

‘No, no- noona. It wasn’t meant for you to cry; I thought it would make you happy’

‘I’m gonna cry of happiness’ you say while looking at him with a small grin ‘This is such a sweet gesture, JK. I-I really don’t deserve this much from you’

He grabs the necklace from your hand and helps you putting on. When he finishes, he gives you a little peck on your neck and lifts your chin with his index finger for you to look at him in the eyes.

‘You do deserve it. You make me so happy. This is not even close to return how happy I am when I’m with you’

‘Fuck. My mascara is going to be ruined’ you say while sniffing some tears away.

He hugs you while putting a little kiss on the top of your head.

‘Thank you, JK. I loved every single gift. But you’ve put a high bar now; I’ll have to top that out for your birthday’ you mumble while being squished against his chest.

‘Being with you it’s going to be enough for me’

‘God stop or I’ll keep crying. Only cutting onions made me cry so easily before you came along into my life’

Jungkook laughs at your last words while giving you a small slap on your ass.

‘Come on, baby. We should get going’

‘Yeah sure, let me check my make up first and we can go’

You check yourself in the mirror to see if your make up is ruined. Thankfully it’s not that bad and you easily arranged it in 2 minutes.

‘I feel bad leaving Kero alone now’ you say while pouting at JK and hugging your new teddy bear.

‘Do you wanna take Kero to my place too?’

‘Yes’, you smile like an 8-year-old, and it warms JK’s heart so much, he can’t help but to smile too.

‘You’re adorable’

He helps you grabbing your stuff, you are taking with yourself a backpack with some clothes for tomorrow since you’re staying the night at his place.

'Birthday girl is here!' yelled a tipsy Aria as soon as she saw you walking hand in hand with Jungkook.

All the guys were already there. You greeted one by one, all hugging you and wishing you happy birthday. It’s been a long time since you actually enjoyed your birthday, it certainly has to do with the fact that you’re now surrounded with this amazing group of people. The first one to congratulate you was of course your best friend.

‘Happy birthday, babe’ Chris eyes you up and down and whistles while making you turn around to see your whole outfit ‘May I say, you look stunning tonight’.

You giggle before you both engulf in a sweet and tight hug. Then you start investigating your surroundings.

The bar where you were celebrating your birthday had a VIP area. That's where Jin organized the party so it would be something more private as you wanted.

You are not sure if you ever saw a VIP area in a bar looking like this one. There was a bowling alley, pool tables, arcade games and of course the bar area that was available for you to use freely. Definitely, one of the coolest bars you have been to.

The bar belongs to Jin's brother-in-law, the same that owns the night club, seems like he is into the night business.

Jin's brother-in-law was one of his closest college friends and Jin ended up acting as a match maker between his friend and his sister so it's safe to say that any favor that Jin asks him is easily granted, therefore how he got to reserve the bar's VIP area all for you tonight.

It was all decorated with purple and blue balloons - your favorite colors - and you noticed too pictures scattered all over the walls of your trip to Hobi's cottage with the guys plus some other photos that you are pretty sure Chris provided because they're either old as fuck or they're photos that not anyone could have access to, one of them being a photo with your dad the day you graduated college.

You smiled at that. And you also couldn't help to feel warm in your heart when you saw some of the photos that you took with JK while hiking when you went to the weekend trip.

It’s impossible not to think how lucky you are to have all these people in your life.

'Oh my God, Jin this is incredible. I absolutely love this. The pictures, the decoration, the place. It's perfect. Thank you so so much for doing all of this for me' you said while hugging him.

'I'm not only a handsome face, see?' He smiles while hugging you back and you giggle at his words.

'I do have to say this, these two over here helped me a lot' said Jin while pointing at your best friend and Jungkook who were right beside you watching your interaction with Jin.

You grab your best friend’s hand while squeezing it 'Thank you, bestie. I love you'

'Anything for you, my soulmate. I love you too' he says while squeezing your hand back then hugging you again and placing a little kiss on your head.

You take a few steps towards Jungkook and put your hands around his neck, his doe sweet eyes looking at you when a small grin appears on his lips.

'And you, you handsome bunny, you don't cease to surprise me' then you lean in and whisper on his ear 'I'll better show you how grateful I am when we get to your place'

'Oh, you will?' he says with a mischievous smile.

'You can count on it, baby' you say while winking at him.

The night was going smoothly. Jungkook and you played bowling together as a team against the other guys and you beat their asses. They were all complaining because they said it was unfair that the best players teamed up against all of them. Finally, there’s something that you can be as equally good as Jungkook, it seems like he is insanely good at everything he does.

You drank a few gin tonics during the night, but you didn’t want to get wasted so from time to time you drank from a bottle of water. That was your magic trick to not get tipsy, you had to drink water between drinks and that way you feel as if you hadn’t drink anything at all. Tonight, you wanted to be aware of everything that was happening, especially with JK.

'Am I seeing a ring on your hand?' you say to Emma while eyeing the big glittering rock on his hand. You were sitting on a booth chatting with Emma and Joey while watching the others playing pool.

Emma and Joey take a look each other with knowing eyes and smile at you while nodding.

'Oh, my fucking God, congratulations guys!! I'm so happy for you'

'Shhh shh, we don't want to steal your thunder' says Emma shushing you.

'What thunder? For fucks sake. I'm not the kind of person who likes the spotlight so don't worry about it. Go ahead guys, you should tell the others, it's amazing news!' you say while smiling and grabbing their hands tightly.

'Are you sure, Y/N?' asks Emma with a concern look on her face.

'Yes please, I mean if you want obviously, I'm not going to force you' you say while chuckling.

'Since it's your birthday, you can be the one to announce it. That is if you want to'

‘You guys, it’s your news, you should be the one to announce it’

Emma gave you puppy eyes, so you sighed and compelled to her wishes.

'Okay, let's go tell the others, love birds'

‘Yaaaaaaayyyyy!’ happily expressed Emma while getting up hand in hand with Joey towards the guys.

Once you told the others the big news about Emma and Joey’s engagement, they all screamed on excitement and congratulated them. It was the best way to end the amazing night that your friends had organized for you.

Before you part ways with your friends, Chris took you a few steps away from everyone to hand you over his present.

‘I hope you like it’ he said while giving you an envelope.

You furrow your eyebrows and when you open it, you see it’s a paper with the detail for a weekend trip to Jeju Island with all expenses included for two people. Even the flight tickets are included.

‘Chris, are you crazy? This is too much! I can’t accept this’ you say feeling bad because he must have spent a lot of money on this gift. Even though Chris doesn’t have any issues with money, it’s a lot for you to accept this gift.

‘No, it’s not too much and you will accept it. You need to relax a few days, and I thought it was either this or buying you a vibrator, but I figured you have JK now so… I don’t think you’ll be needing a vibrator’

‘Christian!’ you say outraged hitting on your best friend’s arm and he laughs frenetically.

‘You have a few months to use it. I think you should go with Kook, it would be good for you two to spend some quality time alone in a nice island’

You nod and rub your forehead with your hand still astounded. Then you hug your best friend for the hundreth time today while thanking him.

‘You are the best, thank you Chris. For everything. I don’t know what I would do without you’

‘I wouldn’t know what I would do without you either. Soulmates forever, bestie’

‘Soulmates forever’ you repeat after him while you giggle on his chest.

After getting into JK’s apartment you immediately take off your heels that have been killing your toes one by one tonight while he giggles behind you.

‘Do you want some foot massage, baby?’ he asks sweetly.

‘You would do that for me?’

He nods while softly grabbing your wrist and taking you towards the sofa. After an amazing 10 minutes of foot massage given by Jungkook’s magical hands your attention gets caught into something else.

‘What’s this?’ You curiously sit on the floor and turned an album that you saw in his coffee table over to Jungkook, showing the front of the colored cover to him.

‘It was a gift from a friend in the States, he’s a producer and always sends some of his works to me and the rest of the guys, he likes getting reviews about it’ He reached out to grab it from you, inspecting the setlist on the back. ‘I haven’t really listened to it yet, so I don’t know what it sounds like’

‘Well let’s find out’ You placed your hand on the floor to hoist yourself up, dusting your hand on the edge of your black dress. ‘You should play it’ 

Jungkook nodded while giving you a small grin and slipped out the record from the album cover, removing the paper sleeve to reveal the shine of the black vinyl. He set it down on the platter, hovering the needle arm against the edge, pressing play on the side of the turntable. He closed the dust cover and walked back a few steps, listening to the beginning crackle of the grooves through the speaker.

The record started off with the strum of a guitar, coupled with a soft beat from the hand drums that began to play quietly throughout his living room. The second a man’s voice began to sing through the speakers, Jungkook brought his head up to look at you, eyes flushed with allure. 

You gazed back up into his eyes, noticing the slight glimmer in the corner, reflective of the lights outside the window. For a moment, all you both could do was stare at each other— nothing could interfere surrounding you two, leaving only what was left in the comfortability of one’s gaze.

‘♫ It’s you, it’s always you…If I’m ever gonna fall in love I know it’s gon’ be you ♫’

Jungkook took a step closer to you, gently grasping your fingers, bringing your hand up near his face. With his left hand, he rested it behind your waist — pulling your body closer to his, chests pressed up against each other. While intertwining his fingers with yours, he leaned in near your face, whispering into your ear.

‘Dance with me’ 

You gazed into his eyes again and smiled as you both swayed back and forth, holding on to one other closely. Resting your left hand behind his neck, you caressed his tattoo sleeve, tickling his skin before touching the side of his face. He brushed his right thigh against yours, moving to the beat of the song as your bodies yearned for something more.

As you both slowly danced in the middle of his living room, he took one step forward and dipped your body back, causing you to hold onto his hand tightly. He held you up by placing his hand in between your shoulder blades, making sure you were secured in his arms. Once he pulled you back in, your lips were centimeters away from his as you let out a soft breath, looking deep into his eyes.

He whispered gently, eyelashes fluttering against his cheek. ‘You’re so beautiful’ he said making a thousand butterflies free on your stomach.

Swaying back and forth again, you rested your hand along the back of his neck, letting his forehead touch yours. You ended up following his lead, moving one step at a time as your toes hovered on the cold floor. Regardless of skill, the dancing initiated the growth of intimacy between you two, eagerly longing for the closeness between each step.

He rested his hand down to your waist again, touching your figure through your dress, nerves creeping underneath your skin and down your back. Your legs stepped forward to the beat again while your waist swayed from side to side, gazing deep into his eyes once more. While burying your head into the crook of his neck, you held onto his tight embrace while moving slowly to the beat, bringing your clasped hands closer to the heart. 

‘♫ Met a lot of people, but nobody feels like you… ♫’  

You pressed your forehead against his one last time, completely closing your eyes and leaving yourself vulnerable to his control. Both of your hands moved up to his cheeks, cradling his face in between your grasp. Jungkook caressed down your body, hands aligning at the base of your hips; fingers clutching along the seam of your dress, careful enough not to let himself hurt you.

As the last strum of the guitar faded from the speakers, he leaned in, pressing his lips into yours.

This kiss wasn’t like the last, a spur of the moment — instead, built on the prolonged rising tension, yearned from the start. It was sensual, lips moving in sync; an earned passion of lust with a strong desire for one another, an ignition of fire throughout your souls. With a healing sense of emotional connection, to you both it was something deeper than just beneath the surface of physical attraction.

Slight gasps of air were taken in between the movement of your lips, your mouth parting open for the hot exhales on your skin. Kisses were placed along the side of your jaw, drawing in the pleasure from each touch. You loved every aspect of it, only desiring for more—and Jungkook was willing to give you all of himself under your compliance.

The ruffle of hands trailing on clothing, the crackle of the needle reverbing through the speakers and the storm starting to unravel outside pattering on the window filled the space within the building, a dark and sultry tone overwhelming the mood between you two. Sensual kissing led to hands wandering, feet moving from one room to another. Sooner or later, you were pressed up against the crook of the door leading into his bedroom, his hands and lips never once separating from your body.

The air in his room felt cold on your skin, the warmth of his embrace keeping your body temperate.

Jungkook positioned his hands behind your back and laid you down on his bed, caressing the entire outline of your thighs. He placed another kiss on your lips, hovering himself on top while digging his left elbow on the pillow above your head, rocking his body against yours. Both of your hands remained linked behind his neck, slowly dragging them down his shoulders and onto his chest.

The quiet smacks of his lips down your neck softly rang in your ears before you felt him kiss the edge of your jaw, feeling a warm exhale on your skin that sent a shiver to your spine. With his right hand, Jungkook trailed down your thigh, slipping his fingers underneath the hem of your dress. When he reached for the elastic of your lacy underwear, you gently grabbed his hand.

‘Wait’ you softly spoke, causing him to stop in place. He peered down at you with an apprehensive expression, wondering to himself if he did something wrong. ‘I want you’ you say with a shily tone.

 ’I want you too, baby’ Jungkook immediately responded, no hesitation in between his words.

You look at him with a glisten in your pupils. In a saddened tone, your voice gradually grew quiet. ‘I just don’t want to get hurt again’ 

Jungkook gently grabbed your chin in between his thumb and index finger, lifting your head. When you looked up into his eyes, all you could see was sincerity, something indirectly telling you that he would never treat you like the way you were treated in the past. In that moment, every suspicion you could ever had of him was vindicated, proving to yourself he was truly something else.

‘I would never hurt you, noona’

He lowered his head, placing another kiss upon your lips — sweet and sensual, more so to heal your uncertainties, a remedy to cure your fears. The promise he made felt genuine, something you couldn’t say about other men from before.

He cupped your face with his right hand, the pad of his thumb slowly caressing against your cheek. With his eyelids lowered, another promise escaped his lips. ‘We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. All I want to do is to make you feel nothing but pleasure, baby’

‘Actions are louder than words, so show me’ You placed both of your hands back around his neck, brushing your fingers on his tattoo sleeve — his skin was warm, feeling the pulse of his arteries against your touch. A tender smile grew on your lips, indirectly telling him you would be alright. ‘Do whatever you want with me, I’m all yours’

‘Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything’ Jungkook's voice softened, gently stroking the edge of your forehead. You stared down at his lips, then back up to his eyes, giving him a reassuring smile.

‘It’s okay. I want this, I want you. Fuck me, Kook’ 

Jungkook felt his cock twitching at your demand. Your soft voice asking him to fuck you. It was so hard to control when you talked to him like that.

‘Don’t say my name like that’ he mutters, quietly, but firmly. The look in his eye is serious, filled with promise. ‘Not when I want you so badly’

Your eyes flick to his lips, so soft and pink, in a purposeful movement, and he exhales, sharply. His grip tightens fractionally, and before you could even process it, his lips were pressing against your own. Instantly he sucks your lower lip into his mouth to lathe at it, peppering you with attention and affection, moaning slightly at the taste of you.

‘P-please JK, I want to feel you inside me’

‘Shit. Okay baby, your wishes are my command’

‘Fuck, you taste so good’ he mutters once again against your lips, barely pulling away enough to speak before he’s kissing you, hard and firm.

He took your left hand from his neck, softly kissing the tips of your fingers. ‘Let me know if I’m being too rough’

You nodded before he leaned down to kiss you again and said almost in a whisper to him ‘I kinda like it rough’

‘You’re driving me insane’ he says while his hands are trailing down your neck in order to slip the straps of your dress off your shoulders, pulling your arms through the slits. It fell on either side, letting Jungkook guide you to take the dress off entirely, leaving you in just your black lacy thong. You didn’t wear a bra because this dress didn’t need it, so your breasts were on full display for him. As the fabric dangled at the end of your legs, he stared at your body in awe, admiring every inch of your exposed skin.

‘So fucking perfect. You are gorgeous, Y/N’ he said with a raspy dark tone. The way he said your name made your pussy clench by itself.

As expected, the air in his room felt colder than before; multiple shivers traveling all throughout your body, an uncontrollable reaction to convulse. Yet, Jungkook made sure to keep you warm, running his hands up your chest, caressing both of your breasts along the edge. He lowered his head and kissed at your collarbone, dragging his hands down to grab your waist.

He planted soft kisses up your neck, along your jaw, and finally on your lips again, passionate, and sensual like before, the rising tension of desire slowly building up like a drawn-out fire.

‘You smell so good, noona’ Jungkook whispers, lips grazing your neck as he speaks. The sensation of his lips against you has your body shivering without your permission. He tracks the movement with dark eyes, fixated. ‘Why do you always smell so good?’

Your hands could not find a place to settle; aimlessly running your fingers through his hair and down his back, scratching at the fabric he did not take off yet.

As he pulled his lips away from your mouth, he got almost desperate to feel your touch on his body, so he reached over the back of his black dress shirt and grabbed the hem of his collar, pulling it over his head and off of his body. Jungkook threw it somewhere on the floor, hearing the thud of it fall off the edge of the bed.

Peeking your eyes open, you glanced at his delicious and toned physique; his torso completely exposed to the chilly air. He exerted immense heat, touching the right side of his body — dragging your hand along his defined bicep, feeling every inch of skin on the full tattoo sleeve spanned along his arm.

Jungkook turned to the side reaching for his nightstand and grabbing a condom when he heard your sweet and soft voice again as he faced you again.

‘No, we’re fine if you are. I’m on birth control’ You smiled reassuringly underneath him while he nodded at you with a small grin and his intense gaze followed your hand, tracing your fingers over his muscles, dragging the tip of your nail down his right forearm. ‘Your tattoos are really beautiful’

‘Not as beautiful as you’ He grabbed the side of your jaw and tilted your head to the side, your throat exposed to his devour. While burying his face into the crook of your neck, Jungkook planted another soft kiss, slightly nipping at your skin.

He cradled your face in between his left hand, dragging his fingers down to grasp the base of your throat, pinning your head down into the pillow while he continued to kiss up to your ear. A rush of blood went straight to your brain, feeling your arteries pulsate against his thumb. You gasped abruptly, a sharp inhale at your expense — luckily for him and as he took notice of your previous comment, you liked it a little rough.

He kissed your lips again, this time with a satiating desire for tasting you once again. Another shudder crept down your spine, grabbing onto the back of Jungkook’s hair while he roughly moved his lips down to your collarbone, kissing all the spaces in between on his way down. You softly moaned as he sucked on a thin section of your skin, an aching feeling within your body as his lip piercing dragged in between the crevice of your breasts. 

‘Moan like that for me again, baby’ Jungkook exhaled onto your skin, his fingers gently brushing up against the tips of your nipples.

He suddenly encounters with the third tattoo he only knew you had but had been deprived to see it before. ‘Et lux in tenebris lucet’ he could read. Tracing his fingers on it his raspy voice was heard again.

‘The hidden tattoo, baby. I love it. What does it mean?’

‘It’s Latin. I-In the midst of the darkness – Fuck- the light persists’ you say stuttering in the middle, his touch is intoxicating, you cannot even think.

A growing sensation of pleasure washed over your body, your fingers now messing up the back of his hair as he brought his head down to kiss your right breast, puckering his lips to suck.

‘I love it. It’s perfect. Like every part of you, baby’ he said while continuing sucking your breast.

Another moan escaped your lips as his lip piercing stroked against your sensitive bud, causing your body to feel more than just arousal — curling your toes and scratching at his shoulders, a yearn for his ephemeral intimacy ached in your bones. The tip of his tongue swirled around your nipple, flicking it repeatedly before entirely dragging it along the pad. 

You let out a sharp exhale as Jungkook gently placed it in between his teeth, slowly suckling your nipple with his lips as well — making sure not to hurt you, rolling his jaw from side to side. Tightening your body up from the heightened stimulation, he pinched and massaged the other between the calluses of his fingers, grasping and kneading the edges of your left breast. 

Jungkook released his grip around your neck and trailed another round of kisses down your torso, right in the middle of your chest. The peck of his lips on your stomach intensified the feeling inside of your core, bringing an amplified sensitivity to your body. Every single touch in between made you want to scream, you could feel your heartbeat ringing in your ears.

He crouched down and lifted your legs above his shoulders, bending your knees slightly to spread your legs open. Lowering himself closer, he placed a gentle kiss on the cleft of your pussy before tracing his index finger down. You closed your eyes and released a soft exhale, moaning from his touch. 

‘Someone’s quite excited’ Jungkook teased as he pressed two fingers down, feeling the cloth of your underwear dampen by your own secretions. You chuckled while rolling your eyes to the side, trying to hold in another moan as he brushed his thumb in a circle at the top of your slit. He hooked his fingers against the elastic resting on your hips and slowly pulled it down, your body now fully naked on his bed.

‘Fuck, you’re so wet’ Jungkook spoke softly in admiration, placing both of his hands on either side while pushing down on your inner thighs.

His face disappeared down, feeling his lips caress and kiss your delicious cunt — his tongue pressing against your pussy, slowly flicking the tip on your clit. You arched your back, moaning again to the pleasure of his control. His fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, feeling the warmth of his mouth from below. Having your body ache for more, you begged him to touch you again.

Jungkook began to flutter his tongue rapidly on your clit, simultaneously sucking repetitively with his lips, encapsulating all of your pleasure in one spot. He devoured any essence trickling down his chin, peering up at you with lust in his eyes. The corner of his mouth lifted up, feeling a warm exhale against your pussy before he closed his eyes again, fixating his focus to solely pleasure your body. 

Your core clenched while your toes curled behind his head, reaching down to grip the back of his hair with your fingers. You opened your mouth, a staggered moan escaping out as Jungkook grazed his tongue on your clit, feeling it collide with the most sensitive part of your body. Unable to properly describe the feeling, your mind went blank.

You pulled the loose strands of his bangs back along his head, revealing the view of his face buried deep into your pussy. Pushing yourself back into the pillow, you stared straight up into the ceiling, breathlessly panting out his name. ‘Fuck, JK—’ 

‘You sound so good moaning my name. I’m gonna make you cum so hard’ Jungkook mumbled beneath you, his voice muffled in between your thighs. ‘Just relax, baby.’

His eyes squinted up, displaying the same lascivious stare as before. A hum vibrated against the back of his throat, feeling the resonance transfer on your body. You kept leaking all over his face, the constant manipulation from his mouth expelling the entirety of your arousal. You tried to restrain most of the moans, feeling your chest tighten up from the way his tongue swirled around your clit, his lips sucking mercilessly around the surrounding areas.

Nobody from before seemed to compare. Jungkook knew exactly how to make one feel cared for, needed, and loved—no less, he knew exactly how to pleasure you correctly. It was an entirely different kind of sexual experience, one that transcended above just physical lust; it was the desire to connect emotionally, the absolute trust in understanding one another.

You barely comprehended a sentence in your mind as you lifted your head up, begging for him to continue pleasuring your body with his mouth. By some means, he understood your incoherent mumbles and obeyed your wishes — yet Jungkook knew exactly what to do in order to enhance your experience tenfold. While keeping his lips and tongue on your clit, he smiled to himself and inserted two fingers into your pussy, entirely guided by the lubrication of your slick.

You let out a sharp exhale as you felt him ease himself in, curling his fingers against the top towards your entrance. At first it was an invading temperature change, but after a while it started to feel comfortable, completely warming up inside of you. He pumped his fingers in slowly yet forceful, making you clench your teeth, releasing an apprehended moan.

Jungkook pulled his mouth away from your pussy and exhaled a low groan, keeping his fingers pumping inside of you. He hovered his body over, bringing his left hand up to the base of your throat again, pinching the sides of your neck with just his middle finger and thumb. So gentle with his grasp, you held onto his wrist with both of your hands, dragging your fingers down his forearm.

‘You like this, huh?’ Jungkook chuckled as you writhed underneath his body, fully submissive under his control. ‘Tell me, do you want more, baby?’

Another whimper escaped your lips, holding in your moans from the repeated thrusts of his fingers. You let out a soft groan as you desperately nodded your head, closing your eyes in the process. With every pump, his knuckles dug into your skin repeatedly, feeling him sink deeper and deeper inside. The sound was lewd and erratic, the squelches from below making you feel embarrassed from how easily pliant and expendable your body was.

You felt him place his tongue back onto your clit—flicking the tip, sucking his lips and grazing his lip piercing against your pussy again. Your mind raced with wavering thoughts; the combined stimulation of his fingers thrusting inside and his tongue swirling constantly to pleasure you drove your body over the edge. Feeling the tension in your core build up, you ached for a release.

You ran your fingers through his hair again, slightly tugging on his soft dark locks. Throwing your head back while opening your mouth, incapable of letting out a moan — you held his head tight in your grip, continuously pulling back his bangs in order to see his face. He was buried deep in between your legs, his mouth, chin, and nose completely wet from your arousal.

Your body was unable to withstand, failing to keep up with the immense amount of pleasure you felt throughout every limb. While resting your hand up your forehead, you closed your eyes, heavily panting from the increase in his pace. Jungkook began to pump his fingers faster, sucking on your clit harder — feeling your body twitch and squirm underneath his direct influence.

You felt exuberant, taking in all the pleasure he was granting so graciously. A wave of ecstasy rushed to your head, causing you to moan out his name once more. ‘Y-yes, oh my god, Kook, I—’

‘Hold it’ Jungkook commanded, a low and guttural murmur erupting from the back of his throat.

You let out a staggered breath while clutching the sheets beneath you, feeling his left-hand loop from under your right leg and grasp over your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh. He knew exactly what he was doing; delaying your release was something he found arousing, already certain of the fact you would comply.

Your legs began to shake uncontrollably from the overstimulation, your chest continually rising from the heave of your breaths. It was almost painful for you to hold it in, begging for him to permit your release. You felt it rising to the top, a tense sensation constricting in one area of your body — hearing only the sound of whimpers echo throughout the room. All Jungkook could do was chuckle, seeing how submissive you were under his control.

He removed his lips and pulled his fingers out from your pussy, only to massage your clit vigorously in a side-to-side motion, triggering your body to finally release. ‘Cum for me, baby’ he ordered.

‘I-I’m gonna- Fuck—!’ You interrupted yourself, screaming in a high-pitched tone thereafter.

Feeling your core explode, a spur of ejaculate leaked out, dribbling all over your legs, the sheets beneath, and Jungkook’s hands. A smirk rested on his lips, watching your face contort to the pleasure of his fingers. Much to your surprise, he continued to eat you out — flicking his tongue back on your clit while slowly lapping up any of the essence remaining.

You stared at the ceiling, your vision becoming blurry and harsh; your chest rising up and down, exasperated from the intensity of your release. Jungkook kissed your inner thighs, dragging his lips and suckling on your skin, brushing his tongue against the slit of your pussy once more, licking through and through for his own satisfaction.

While thousands of thoughts paced throughout your mind, only one stood out clear as day —no one had ever made you cum like that, not even once. You weren’t sure how you were able to do it; much less know you were capable of doing it.

Jungkook helped you discover a part of yourself that was not yet fully aware; allowing himself to explore the very depths of your body, experience something you had not before. It was something you craved more of, the very negation of the experience you lacked, a desire to go through it once again.

He shoved his fingers into your mouth, making you taste the flavor of your own cum. You closed your lips, slowly licked the pads, tasting your slightly dull yet somewhat subjectively sweet secretion. While staring up into Jungkook’s eyes, you grabbed his wrist with both of your hands and brought his fingers deeper into your mouth, letting it sink past your tongue.

He looked down at you speechless and astounded, watching you seductively lick off all of your juices from his fingers. ‘Fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy’

Jungkook pulled his fingers out from your mouth and crouched down to your level, wrapping his hand around your jaw while pinching the sides of your cheeks, giving you another passionate kiss. You felt his tongue enter immediately, grazing the metal of his piercing against your bottom lip; your own tongue pushing through the quiet moans exchanged between you two. He tasted sweet, had you not known already it was the flavor of yourself.

When he pulled away, the warmth of his breath traveled up your face, grazing his lips further along your cheek. In a hushed tone, the rustle of his voice grew deep, another command ringing in your ears.

‘Suck my cock, baby’

It was almost instant; he rolled over on the side, scooting close to the edge of the bed while unbuckling his belt and pants. The minute he kicked them off, he was left in his black boxer briefs, reclining back on the mattress with his hands behind his head. You crouched close on the floor in between his legs, brushing your fingers on the large bulge protruding out, rubbing it gently before pulling down the elastic off his hips.

His dick popped out, sprung and whole. You admired the entirety of it—the large and sturdy size, the emphasized veins on the side and the pale pink head covered in pre-cum. You placed his cock in your hands, pumping it up and down a few times before lowering your head below it, sticking out your tongue to swirl around the tip.

Jungkook winced, placing his hand on your head as you began to shove it deeper into your mouth, moving your head up and down. Your lips curved outwards, slightly tightening the grip of your orifice while he stroked the back of your head, hearing him moan out a shaky exhale. Focusing primarily on the area beneath the head of his cock before it met the shaft, you repeatedly flicked your tongue over and over again on the same spot, earning him to throw his head back.

‘Fuck’ he breathed out, leaning his left hand behind on the mattress, stroking his fingers behind your ear and over the outline of your jaw. ‘God, you’re doing so fucking well’

Jungkook placed his index finger underneath your chin, lifting your head up to see you pleasuring him from down below. He pulled back anything that covered your face, earnestly watching your head move up and down, your lips meeting the base of his cock.

The minute you pulled back towards the head, you grabbed the bottom of his shaft and rotated your wrists with every pump. Trails of saliva began to coat your hand and the entirety of his dick, using it to your advantage to increase the speed of your handling, suctioning the tip a little harder. Jungkook released shallow and staggered breaths above, a needy moan escaping his lips when you deepened his cock into your mouth.

Your tongue caressed the tip of his head again, continually licking the underside of his dick —with this action, Jungkook threw his head back, moaning from the pleasure of your lips. As you pulled his cock out of your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting from the tip of his head to the bottom of your lip caused him to shudder all throughout his body, arousing himself even more than he already was.

You continued to pump the shaft of his cock, using your spit and his pre-cum as a lubricant—rubbing the tip of his head delicately between your thumb and index finger, swaying it in a back-and-forth motion. His dick throbbed against your palm, growing more erect by the motion. Jungkook leaned back and placed his hands behind his head, groaning at the touch of your fingers, earning another breathless moan into the night.

‘Fucking shit—suck it more, you slut’ Your pussy clenching itself once again. He groaned while lifting his upper body up, leaning himself forward to stroke your cheek, holding the base of your jaw in between his fingers. ‘You like being called a slut, don’t you?’

You smiled and stuck your tongue out, staring into his eyes as you brushed the tip of his head against your tastebuds. A soft chuckle escaped your lips, breathing out a hot exhale before kissing his dick. ‘Only if it means I’m your slut.’

Jungkook let out a chuckle of his own, still grabbing the sides of your jaw between his thumb and index finger. He stressed out every syllable, drawing out the effect of the affirmation. ‘Oh yes you are. All mine’

He placed his left hand behind your head, leaning in for a rough kiss on your mouth, biting and dragging down on your bottom lip with prolonged moans forming in the back of his throat. You still had your fingers wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping it up and down with your dominant hand as he stroked the side of your face, bringing you in closer.

He pulled back suddenly, gazing into your eyes with a smug look on his face. While grabbing the back of your head and shoving you down closer to his hips, he wrapped his fingers around yours on the base of his cock, gently slapping the side of your cheek with the tip. ‘Keep sucking it, baby’ 

You obliged willingly, placing it back into your mouth with an intent to continue pleasing. Once again you went through the movements of covering the tip of his dick with your lips, slowly lowering your head down and then back up again, all in one fluid motion. The minute your tongue grazed against the slit of his tip, Jungkook released a staggered moan, one that almost sounded like he was under your control for once.

Stroking the back of your head, he let out a sharp exhale, pressurized air coming straight through his gritted teeth. Jungkook felt like he was going to cum, feeling every single lick, swirl, and stroke of your tongue. Saliva dripped down his cock, all over your hands and the base of his shaft, utterly making it drenched to the brim, warm and sweltered. 

Sweat dripped down his back, his body shaking from your tongue repeatedly flicking the sensitive spot beneath the head of his dick. Nothing but crude and obscene sounds filled the space of his bedroom, coupled with the quiet apprehended moans of the man you were pleasuring. Your knees remained on the floor, the lights from outside shining on the dark silhouette of your head moving back and forth on his cock.

There was a rise in pitch within his moans, Jungkook’s breath suddenly disappearing straight out of his lungs. You could tell he was going to burst, completely unravelling all of himself over into your mouth, the core of his body convulsing against your grip. With the mischievous side of your conscience influencing your judgement, you pulled away from his cock — only to hear him moan out his own version of a low whimper.

He heaved out a sigh, his chest rising up and down with his dark hair slicked back against his head. The corner of his mouth turned down, his eyebrows pinching close together as he shot you an irritated look on his face, grabbing underneath your jaw. ‘Are you teasing me, baby?’

‘I don’t know, am I?’ You continued to slowly but surely pump his dick in between the ring of your thumb and index finger, resting your head on his thigh with a cheeky smile on your lips. 

‘You’re being such a brat’ Jungkook lightly grabbed onto your jaw again, playfully shaking your head side to side.

‘Huh, I thought you said I was your slut’ You mumbled in between his grip, squinting your eyes up at him. A mirthful chuckle erupted out from your mouth, a self-satisfied grin on your face.

‘Shut up’ Jungkook snapped, bringing your face closer to his. ‘Keep that pretty little mouth of yours quiet or I’ll have to punish you for it’

All you could do was shake your head, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. In a mocking response, you mustered out a playful taunt. ‘Mmm, don’t threaten me with a good time’

He slapped lightly your cheek and grabbed onto your jaw, gently placing a quick kiss on your lips again. The sudden impact made your stomach churn and your core clench, feeling yourself become more aroused by the minute. You absolutely loved it seeing him getting rough — and you could not wait any longer for more.

‘We’ll see about that. How about you get on top of me, baby?’

As you got up from the floor, he placed his hands around your waist and guided you to straddle his hips with your thighs, reclining his upper body back on the bed. You placed the base of your palms on his chest, feeling him grab onto your ass. While slightly lifting yourself up, Jungkook wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, positioning it right underneath the entrance of your pussy.

‘Wait, wait— oh fuck!’ You winced when he pushed himself inside of you, your walls gradually taking in the large shape. At first, you presumed you were able to handle it; yet when he finally inserted himself in, the tip of his cock struck against your cervix, just barely fitting. You breathed out a shaky exhale, feeling all of him finally push inside.

He didn’t even let you adjust to his size first before he placed his hands on your waist, guiding you to rock back and forth. ‘Be a good girl and ride my cock’ he said with a dark tone on his voice you’ve never heard before.

Jungkook looked up with lust in his eyes; his presence dominating every inch of your body, despite being beneath you. While he dug his thumbs into the side of your waist, he pulled your hips forward and then back, forcing you to grind atop him. You placed your left hand around his bicep, tracing the tip of your finger along his tattoos before firmly gripping his shoulder, stabilizing yourself.

He squinted his eyes and brought his right hand up, smacking your ass with a loud slap before reclining both of his arms behind his head. ‘Start moving, baby. This dick isn’t gonna ride itself’

You rolled your eyes, rocking your hips back and forth in the process. While swaying your waist against the rhythm, your ass bounced on his dick repeatedly, earning a low groan from the back of his throat with every grind. He placed his hands on the outline of your body, slowly caressing every inch of your skin as you rolled your hips in a circle, moving in sync with his thrusts. 

You felt a growing ache in your core, stuffed full by the large girth of his cock. You closed your eyes and began to moan while you rocked back and forth, feeling the tip of his cock hit your cervix every time you dropped yourself back down on his hips.

Jungkook caressed your back and placed his hands on the crook of your waist, guiding your body to grind against his. He watched your hips sway back and forth, digging his fingers into the sides of your waist. You moaned at his touch again, placing your hand back on his chest.

‘You’re taking my cock so well like a good girl’ You trembled at his spoken words of praise; your body growing weaker, entirely submissive under his control.

You looked up to the ceiling, watching the reflection of the lights outside brighten the room. Jungkook relaxed himself underneath while you did all the work, taking in the full view of your body as you rode on top of him. Your breast bouncing while you were riding him had to be his favorite view ever.

A complacent smile crept on his lips as he watched the sight of your face contort to the pleasure you felt from his dick, making him throb harder against the walls enclosing in. He bucked his hips up, deepening his cock further into your pussy while you let out an abrupt moan. You closed your eyes, leaning your body over his, your lips just barely touching against his jaw.

‘Beg for it, noona’ Jungkook grabbed the back of your head and pulled you down, inching closer to your face. He slapped your ass again and cupped the bottom of your thigh, causing you to gasp. Menacingly whispering into your ear, he reiterated his command. ‘I want you to beg for me to fuck you’

With a stern voice, you whispered back into his ear. ‘Then make me, big boy’ 

Without any hesitation, Jungkook hooked his foot against your left leg and spun your body around in one swift motion, pinning you down onto the bed again. He kissed you roughly once more, humming a prolonged moan into your mouth while wrapping your throat with his left hand, careful not to block your airway.

He broke the kiss, his left hand still around your throat. With his other hand, he lifted your left thigh over your shoulder and deepened his thrusts further into you — letting out a low groan when you clenched your walls around his cock, driving him further to the edge. It didn’t seem to take much as you wrapped your left leg around his waist and flung your arms around his neck, gasping out a high-pitched whine.

‘O-Oh my god, o-okay—baby, fuck me’ you begged, apprehending your moans with tears forming in the corner of your eyes when you felt the tip of his cock plunge deeper in. ‘I want you to fuck me, p-please fuck me’

‘That’s what I fucking thought’

Within the same moment, Jungkook slammed his hips inside of you again, the sound of his bed frame moving along with every thrust. The silver chain around his neck dangled in front of your face when he looked down at you, sweat dripping down his head, shoulders and back as he panted out your name a few times. He breathed out quick exhales, his chest rising up and down, the pump of his own heartbeat filling the noise in his ears.

You felt his skin slap against yours, the sound perpetually speeding up and growing louder in volume as he fucked you harder and faster. Jungkook was rough with his thrusts, pleasure building on the intensity of the friction. His elbow dug on the pillow above your head, cradling your body beneath his grip, hearing your shallow pants of satisfaction up close in his ear.

He stared at your face, seeing your eyelashes brush against your own cheeks. Your lips parted open to form a circle, still moaning out incoherent words and broken syllables of Jungkook’s name. Both of your hands ran up and down the side of his body, hooking your arms underneath his when you clung onto his shoulders. He bent down, pressing the crook of his hand at the base of your neck, thrusting one more time into your pussy.

‘You’re so fucking tight, noona’ he moaned into your ear, squeezing his hand around your throat.

You felt the rising pressure in your core every time he thrusted into you, digging your nails deeper into his back and his arms, scratching down the ink of his tattoos, making new marks along his skin. The sensation you felt all throughout your body was something you could not describe, your mind going blank as you stared into his eyes one more time. His gaze made you breathless, showing only pure love disguised as lust.

He bit your shoulder, dragging his teeth against your collarbone and back up to your neck, roughly sucking on your supple skin. You felt your core tighten up as he gripped the headboard, rocking his hips deeper into your body. While staring up at his face, you saw the same gaze from before; love disguised as lust.

You felt a burning sensation building up in your lower body, awaiting another wave of euphoric bliss to wash over. Jungkook gripped your waist, slowing down his rhythm before forcefully slamming into your core, shoving his cock further into your pussy. Another abrupt scream in pleasure echoed in the room as he repeated the same thrust, slowing down and then violently driving the tip of his dick to kiss the entrance of your cervix. 

‘JK, please, fuck—!’ You couldn’t even finish your sentence as you leaked out, essence dribbling down your thighs and onto the bed. Rolling your eyes to the back of your skull, choking on your own breath; you were unable to process any of your thoughts after reaching another high, absolutely shocked to the bone while quietly muttering incoherent sounds.

While you looked into his eyes again, he pulled his cock out of you, all covered in your slick. Gently, Jungkook crouched down and planted kisses all over your body — down your neck, shoulders, in between your breasts, stomach and inner thighs — leading all the way to your pussy, spreading open your legs once more. He placed his hands behind your knees, pushing your thighs forward close to your chest.

‘God, you’re messy, baby’ He inched closer, mumbling beneath you once more. ‘Now I have to clean you up’

You felt his warm tongue press up against your clit, swirling it in circular motions. With every stroke, your hands gripped the sheets, digging your fingers within the soft fabric. This man is a sex God. With legs trembling against your upper body, apprehensive and staggered moans escaping out your lips — this was what aroused Jungkook, feeling himself grow harder by the second, watching you receive pleasure from his manipulation. 

He ran the tips of his fingers through the white sheets, searching to interlock hands with yours. The warmth of your palm was his signal, quickly hold you in his grip ever so gently. While lacing your fingers together, you squeezed his hand as tightly as you could, skin sticking to one another. Jungkook linked his other arm under your thigh, keeping your legs still from shaking, his head still down below.

Your heart pumped blood continuously all throughout your body, sweat dripping down your forehead. He stroked his tongue against your clit again, another shudder down your spine from his touch. His only focus was to pleasure you more, emulating the exact same way from earlier. The only goal on his mind — to make you cum as much as possible, and not just for tonight.

Jungkook pulled himself away and exhaled in satisfaction, satiated by the taste of you. He stood up quickly, throwing his head back while running his fingers through his hair, slicking each lock drenched in sweat along his scalp. All you could see was the window wall behind him, his figure now just a darkened silhouette against the outside lights. Forcefully, he hooked his arms around both of your legs and dragged your body across the bed, pulling you closer to the edge.

After he held his cock in his right hand, pumping it up and down his shaft— he positioned himself back at your entrance, thrusting in immediately thereafter. Your eyes shot wide open, a loud gasp echoing in the room from his forceful actions, reaching up to place your hand on his chest. With your legs off the end of the bed, high up in the air; Jungkook placed his hands underneath your knees again, pushing himself deeper inside of you.

He thrashed his body against yours, constantly smacking his hips into your pussy over and over again. This was a different sensation from the last positions; you were able to feel every inch of himself fill you up to the brim, the tip of his cock easily hitting your cervix deep within. Every single thrust going in and out could be felt all throughout your body, a twisting sensation growing in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes rolled back into your skull again, another fucked-out expression residing on your face.

‘I wanna hear those pretty little moans of yours’ Jungkook panted out while holding your legs up, wrapping his fingers around your thighs as he plunged himself deeper into you with every stroke. ‘Don’t go quiet on me now, baby. I wanna hear you scream my name as I fuck you senselessly’

You gritted your teeth, trying your best to apprehend another moan forming at the back of your throat. His cock slid in and out effortlessly; so soft, warm and wet inside, drawing him closer to your body, alluring every temptation he had. He leaned over your figure, raising his arm above your head, digging his elbow back into the mattress while he rocked his hips deeper into you again.

‘Oh my god, Jungkook!’ Another jarring gasp erupted from your mouth as he slammed in once again, creating a sensual rhythmic pattern in his thrusts. Almost everything, yet somehow also nothing raced through your mind, any abstract thought entirely clouded by the physical sensory world.

Jungkook breathed out heavily against your jaw, the sound of his low and guttural moans muffling your hearing while he buried his head into the crook of your neck. With his elbow sunk deep into the sheets, he slapped your cheek before wrapping his fingers around your throat again, slowly digging the tips of his fingers into your skin.

He dragged his hands on either side of you down the sheets, grabbing your waist once again. Jungkook whispered in your ear, his lips pressing up against your helix. ‘Turn around, baby’ 

With one swift move, you switched positions again; burying your face into his pillow, letting it muffle the sounds of your moans as Jungkook raised his hand up to smack you hard on the ass. You jerked forward, collapsing your elbows deep into the sheets while the sting of his touch lingered. He did it once more; this time slapping your other cheek, gripping it hard as he positioned himself to the front of your entrance, ramming into your pussy from behind.

Your moans echoed throughout the room again, feeling his entire cock slip inside of you effortlessly, your hands desperately gripping the bed sheets underneath your body. Jungkook gripped your waist, roughly slamming your ass into his hips repeatedly, feeling you sink down entirely on him.

He expelled a loud hiss through his teeth, a faltered exhale trembling out from his lungs the minute he felt you squeeze around him — the tip of his dick grazing against the tightening of your walls, making him unravel at the seams every time he pushed through.

‘Tell me your pussy is all mine’ Jungkook ordered as he gathered some of your hair into one hand, pulling your head back while forcing you to look up at the ceiling. Your eyes widened as he shoved himself through again, sinking his cock deeper inside of your body, making you gasp out in surprise. ‘If that’s mine, then tell me that’s mine’ 

You shut your eyes, breathing in through your nose while he tightened his grip around your hair, your voice shaken and soft spoken. ‘It’s a-all yours—’

‘Say it again’ He slapped your ass one more time, leaving a sting — commanding you to repeat it. ‘Louder, baby’

‘It’s all yours’ you screamed breathlessly.

‘Good girl’

He continued to pull your head back, forcing you to push your arms up from the bed. While leaning over to bite your shoulder, dragging his teeth and trailing his tongue down your back—he thrusted in hard with one stroke, grinding his hips against your ass. You felt the motion of his cock shove itself in out of your pussy again and again, pushing deeper into your body as you arched your back further down into the sheets.

You craved his touch more as each passing minute went by; sensually touching every inch of your skin, the pain that arose when his teeth sinked into your shoulder, his hands caressing all over your waist and back. Emotions ran high, sensory overstimulation taking the force, the linkage between body and soul. Jungkook slowly slipped his cock out of your pussy and pumped it quickly back in, no prior warning to his thrash.

‘Fuck! Kook!’ Your head leaned back, screaming his name loudly while the sound reverbed throughout the room. Dropping your head back down into the sheets, you closed your eyes and clutched the pillow beneath you, holding onto it tightly while pain and pleasure overrode your body.

‘Tell me baby, do you want more?’ He leaned over and reached for the edge of the headboard with his left hand, slipping his other underneath your body to grasp your left breast, fingers kneading into your skin.

‘Y-yes, please’ you panted out while pressing your hand against the base of the black wooden headboard, your sweaty palm sticking to the surface. The temperature between your bodies increased, exerting plenty of heat into the surrounding chilly air, wisps of exhales trailing out of each other’s mouths. ‘I want more, Jungkook’

‘Then get up and place your back against the wall. Now’

He violently grabbed your waist and flipped you around again, your back dropping down on the edge of the mattress. When he climbed off the bed, loomed over your figure and wrapped his arms around your thighs — you saw his body completely shadowed by the darkness, only the outside lights shining on him from behind. Jungkook dragged you against the sheets, pulling the white fabric along with you, dangled and scattered on the floor.

You desperately clung onto him, flinging your arms around his neck, and burying your face into his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin on your cheek. He walked over across the bedroom with you at a quickened pace, feet maneuvering from the middle of the room to the cold wall, rough and passionate kisses exchanged between lips. Within a second, Jungkook threw your body up against the wall right beside the window and pulled you up grabbing you by your thighs.

The cold temperature of the wall shocked you awake, shivers scattered all throughout your limbs and down your spine, pressed up against your hot and sweltered skin. You could hear the heavy rain still pattering against the outside.

Jungkook thrusted into you, sliding his cock back in again with ease as his hands reached down behind your waist, over your ass, and under your thighs — pushing you further into the wall, carrying your legs by hook of his elbows, pinning both of his hands on either side. You kept your head tucked into the crook of his neck as you felt him shove his cock deeper into your pussy, a growing ache from deep within projecting out from your body.

His lips nipped at your neck, the tip of his tongue licking over your ear, sandwiched between the contrasting warmth of his body and the freezing touch of the wall. Muffled breaths exchanged on skin, a quiet reverb of the music playing in the living room and the downpour of rain on the window filled the space entirely. 

‘Are you enjoying, baby? Huh?’ he pressed his forehead against yours, eyes hooded down while menacingly teasing you, a smirk forming at the base of his lips. A fucked-out expression contorted on your face, slight gasps of air inhaling into your lungs. ‘You’re such a good girl, so fucking sexy’

It was instinctual for you to wrap your legs around his waist, crossing your feet and curling your toes against his back. You pinched your eyebrows and closed your eyes, opening your mouth to moan out his name again and again, the back of your head pressing up on the wall, sweat dripping down your forehead.

‘Tell me how it feels’ Jungkook softly mumbled, exerting an exasperated sigh on your lips. ‘Tell me how you’re feeling, baby’

‘I-It feels s-so fucking good,’ you scrunched your nose, your eyes fully shut as another breathless moan escaped your lips. ‘I feel like I’m going to —’

‘I know. I want you to cum for me again’

He buried his head in your neck again, pressing your back further against the wall. Your body slid up and down as Jungkook fucked you mercilessly, grasping your hands behind his neck, pulling yourself up to kiss his lips. He tasted the same as the fingers he shoved in your mouth earlier in the night, his tongue carelessly stroking against yours, the intense carnal desire igniting within.

Your arms felt weak and your mind exhausted, entirely surprised at his prolonged stamina—he was able to pleasure you immensely and efficiently, only the desire to make you cum all projecting outward in his actions.

Jungkook lowered his head down and bit your shoulder, plummeting himself deeper inside of you as he grabbed onto your hips below, rocking your body against the rhythm of his thrusts. He kept moaning out your name in a hushed tone, his eyes entirely shut, breathing uncontrollably against your neck.

You placed your right hand behind his neck, cradling his head in between your grip with his sweaty hair laced between your fingers. The same growing euphoric sensation overwhelmed your body again, tightening the pressure within as Jungkook pressed his hand against the wall, opening his eyes to stare straight into yours.

As you gazed back, your mouth parted open with a shallow breath, escaping softly through your lips. ‘I’m gonna, I’m gonna—’

Jungkook began to pick up his pace and thrusted faster and faster into you, his cock filling you up to the top with every stroke. The tip of his dick repeatedly grazed against your g-spot effortlessly, never failing to bring you over the edge. 

A crude and ungodly noise erupted deep within your lungs as Jungkook shoved himself further against your body, his cock throbbing continuously inside of you — eternally burying his head between your neck just to suck on the thin and delicate skin between your collarbones. You screamed out in pleasure one more time, your face contorting to the pressure held inside your stomach, the beat of your heart pounding straight out of your chest.

He looked directly into your eyes again, watching his face flush red from overexertion, the tips of his ears growing pink in color while sweat dripped down his forehead. He panted hard into your ear, whispering sweet nothings as the last bit of your orgasm passed through. You placed your left hand on his cheek, breathing deeply.

‘Cum inside of me’ you begged, the volume of your voice disappearing against the constant slaps between flesh, muscle and bone — another hot breath exhaling out from your mouth in satisfaction. Jungkook pressed his forehead against yours, hearing you repeat yourself once more, making him lose his mind. ‘I want you to fill me up, I want to feel it drip out of me, I want you to come all over —’

‘Fuck—!’ Jungkook exasperated his final breath into your ear, his lungs tightening in while his muscles grew tired.

Your eyes shot wide open, feeling a hot spur of cum deposit deep inside of you, your entire body convulsing from overstimulation. Throwing his head back, he groaned in pleasure — screaming out a stressed range of vocal pitches echoing into the night, a frustrating buildup of pressure finally releasing. He planted a few final thrusts deep within your body, some of the liquid already seeping out down your thighs and onto the floor.

Jungkook pulled your body close, letting your arms embrace around his neck as you panted out in exhaustion, blood rushing throughout your entire body, your legs growing weak. You gripped his right bicep, digging your thumb into the ink of his tattoos, his skin damp and sticky under your touch. Only staggered and shallow breaths were exchanged in the cramped space between your bodies, feeling him lean all of his weight onto you, squished against the wall.

Gradually, he pushed himself off you, gently lowering your legs back on the flooring. Your toes touched the ground first, feeling the same sharp contrast of heat exerted off your skin to the painfully cold floor.

His bed wasn’t too far from the wall, letting gravity completely take over while falling down onto his bed, buried in the messy sheets once again. You could hear the crackle of the needle feedback on the edge of the record, the speakers from the living room echoing the sound into his bedroom — noticing the door swung wide open, watching the turntable continue to spin in the distance. 

Jungkook walked over to the bed, slowly crawling over your body again, situating himself in between your legs. While placing his hands under your knees, he lifted your legs up, placing a small kiss beneath, right on top of your clit. Up your torso, his lips slowly planted kisses all over your skin again—another placed in between your breasts, on your collarbone and the crook of your neck—finally, one on your lips. With a smile, he dropped his eyelids, gazing down at your face.

‘All mine’ he said once again.

Your mind still felt hazy from the intensity; closing your eyes again as you tried to comprehend every sensation that ran through your body. Feeling high off your mind, up in the clouds reaching the sky, you watched your chest rise up and down, your heartbeat subsiding. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you, burying his head into your neck like it was the only safe space available. You heard him release an exhausted sigh, dragging the tips of your fingers down the tattoos on his arm.

‘God, that was so fucking perfect’ He mumbled into your skin as you reached up to stroke the back of his head, cradling his body in your arms.

‘We need to do this again’ he says while you both chuckle in unison.

‘You are perfect’ you manage to say softly.

His doe eyes going up meeting with yours, glimmering while he smiles brightly and slides one of his hands to your face and caress it.

‘Noona’

‘Yes?’

‘Would you be my girlfriend?’

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Icing the Star - Lee Jeno - Chapter 1

Word Count: 639

Warnings: None in Chapter 1

A/N: I am so excited to present to you ... Chapter onf my own story "Icing the Star." Please enjoy and Please be kind!!

Synopsis: Jeno was the star player of the Dream Volleyball Team. Y/n was the award winning coach of the Dream Volleyball Team. What happens when Jeno starts to grow feelings for y/n? Will he risk his team and Volleyball Championship for feelings he isn't even sure are reciprocated?

Y/N'S POV:

The only thing you actually like about your volleyball team right now is how hyped they’re getting for the semi-finals. You can hear their “zone music” from all the way in the gym coming from the locker rooms. It would actually be a hype playlist if you weren’t suffering through an extreme stress-headache right now. The reason for your stress? Your team barely won the last game. If it weren’t for Jeno spiking the ball from back center at the last second they would've lost. Jeno likes to rub that in your face. “I’m your savior coach, you can’t be mad at me.” Jeno has a past of “jokingly flirting” with you, although you’re not sure it’s a joke anymore. The team snaps you out of your thoughts when they walk up to you and ask if you're ready. 

“Ready?” Jeno says.

“Yeah…” you replied

“Are you okay?” Jaemin asked, worried after seeing your face.

“Yea, i’m good I just have a headache” you added

Another member named Chenle said “Ok, well…let’s hit the road”

They all took turns hitting him and saying “read the room dumbass.”

After 15 minutes on the road with an hour still to go until you’re at the other team’s stadium, we stop for a bathroom break because Haechan’s bladder “can only take so much weight.” This is why you never go for congratulatory drinks with the team after their games. You always knew Haechan was a lightweight, this just proved your point. The boys switch out driving so they don’t get tired, considering it’s 5:00 in the morning. Now the seating arrangements are Me and Jeno in the front seats(he’s driving because I still have a headache(Haechan is screaming the lyrics to Boyfriend by Justin Bieber), Haechan, Mark, & Jaemin in the middle row. And Jisung and Chenle in the back giggling. That’s the last thing you hear before you drift off to sleep.

JENO’S POV:

She looks so peaceful, asleep against the window, sunlight beaming off of her naturally tan skin and plump pink lips.

“Eyes on the road man, u tryna kill us before the second-most important game of our lives?” you hear Haechan spit out.

“Shut up, Dongfuck.” I say smirking, holding back a laugh.

He whines “I told you to stop calling me that.”

20 more minutes pass & I can’t help but put my hand on her bare thighs because it’s the closest I can be to her right now in the car with these morons.

Y/N’S POV:

You wake up to a warm hand on your bare thigh. You were startled at first forgetting you were in the car with 7 men. When you lift your head from the window Jeno looks to you, then his hand, then back to you to see how you feel about it. He ends up moving his hand anyways because your face displays no emotion on the matter, because to be honest you didn’t know how you felt. This was the first time you felt him touch your bare skin. Your ears flushed red at the thoughts of him touching other bare part of your body. You immediately shake those thoughts as you read the GPS connected to the car and read 10 minutes until your destination. You immediately turn down the stupid playlist Haechan insists on playing before every game and begin your “you can do it” pep talk and scary “if you lose I will kill you all” speech. Although you’re not sure if it even scares them anymore since you say it before every game. But you don’t have time to ponder on the matter because you’re pulling into the parking lot of the other team’s volleyball court. You all put your “game face” on, grab your clipboard and head inside for warmups.