#I was getting over him and now i wanna suck him off so bad wtf

[leaderwon]

hi! could you please do a part 2 to enha forgets ur birthday? pls part 1 was so good🫵🏼🫶🏻 i just wanna see them grovel lol

non!idol enhypen x non!idol reader

forgetting your birthday pt. 2 !

pt. 1

warnings : she/her pronouns used, cursing, crying, mentions of grief.

luna's diary : this one kinda sucks ugh. HELLA RUSHED because I went to a trip (Singapore + Malaysia) AND THE CELL SERVICE WAS terrible I'm so so so sorry anons this is very dissapointing but I felt bad making yall wait for so long. Promise to edit this as soon as I reach home!

HEESEUNG

After the realisation that your boyfriend, had indeed forgotten your birthday, the birthday spirits you had in the starting of the day had blown away. As promised he appeared to your door step with flowers in his hands as he murmured a set of apologies for forgetting your special day. Saying you were mad at your boyfriend would be a huge understatement. You were furious with a hint of disappointment. "baby I'm sorry please" he said as you closed your eyes felt a few tears threatening to fall. Noticing this heeseung hugged you tight and ran his hands in your head wondering how he could make it up to you. He knew he messed up and this couldn't be mended easily. Like a broken dam, your tears started flowing uncontrollably. "How could you forget hee?" you questioned him finally using your voice for the first time since he arrived. "I know pretty girl im so sorry" he said as his voice hitched and eyes swelling up with tears, his mind running on a marathon trying to find ways to make it up to you. Like a bulb lighting above his head, he left you on the spot and rushed to the living room.

A few minutes later he rushed back ushering you to follow him. Upon reaching the living room you saw a beautifully decorated living room with fairy lights, your favourite blankets with your snacks and your favorite movie ready to play. A smiled adorned your features as you heard him say "i know what I did was terrible but let me try to make it up to you".

JAY

He was at a party with the boys when you made him realised that he had messed up the date. He couldn't believe it. This man was shocked, mind blank wtf type shock. By the time he reached home he was already in tears. But when he saw how dark your house was with sadness evident on your face as you slept in your bed he broke down right in front of your sleeping figure.

How could he mess up the date that marks your creation? He was more dissapointed in him than you were tbh. You were soon awaken by the sounds of your boyfriend's cries. "Baby what's wrong?" You questioned him cradling his face. "I'm sorry princess I'm so sorry i can't believe I forgot your birthday"

He was more heartbroken than you were, his emotions all over the place. "Baby it's okay i promise" Cuddles and kisses you the whole night and clears his schedule for the next day.

JAKE

The whole day you patiently waited for Jake to show his existence to you. It was your birthday and you were excited to spend the day with him. But to no avail, he didn't show up. Deciding to occupy yourself with your phone, you saw a notification indicating that Jake had uploaded a story. The light in your eyes faded away as you took in Jake with Iseul, a junior, on your birthday.

Having done with this, you decided to finally text him. Upon realising what he had done, he rushed home to see you on the couch with a dark cloud above your head. "Hey baby" Jake started slowly. "I'm really sorr-" "Save it Jake I don't want to hear it" You responded cutting him off. "But baby you know Iseul is like a younger sister to me" He started again. He was walking on eggshells right now knowing that if he said anything wrong you would crack. "I get that she's a younger sister to you, but Jake it's my birthday, you could have comforted her tomorrow, but my birthday wont be tomorrow" You replied. "I waited for you so long, try and look at this in my point of view Jake" as you said that his eyes softened. "I'm so sorry, i get why you're mad at me baby please let me try and make it up to you" He said trying to mend things. "Just give me time Jake, i don't think I'll get over this easily" You said as you left the house.

You were back 3 hours later, with jake in the same spot you left him. He expression blanked as he looked at you. You were spooked out by him as you stared back at him for a moment. "Are you just gonna stand there for the rest of your life?" You asked giggling. Hearing your precious laughter he looked at you with a slight smile on his face. "Baby, I'm sorry i really am. I don't know how it managed to slip out of my mind. I swear i remembered it I'm so sorry" He said starting to ramble as you looked at him. His words barely registered in your mind due to how fast he was speaking. "Jake it's okay" "and i get it if you're still mad at me and don- wait what?" He asked confused. "You accept my apology?" He continued as you nodded. Finally moving after hours he engulfed you in a hug. "Thank you Thank you, I'll make sure this never happens again" he said gratefully. "You better not do this shit again" You said.

"Now tell me the Iseul tea"

SUNGHOON

When you asked him if he checked his calendar out of the blue he was confused. Why would you suddenly want him to check his calendar?

Upon actually checking his calendar he went pale realising he forgot your birthday, an occasion that shouldn't be remembered through a calendar. This guy was going through five stages of grief.

"no way i forgot my princess' birthday"

"how the fuck did I manage to forget her birthday?"

"God please let this be a dream"

"i forgot her birthday"

"okay i forgot her birthday, let's make it up to her" He said finally reaching the last stage of grief, acceptance. He rushed to your house to see you not there. He called your name multiple times hoping to get an answer from you finally seeing you sitting in the balcony.

"Hey baby, whatcha doin'?" your boyfriend asked you slowly walking towards you. "Nothing just sitting" You replied slowly, sadness evident in your voice. "Baby" Sunghoon starts again sitting next to you this time. He passed you a chocolate eyeing you to open it.

Upon opening it you noticed a small peice of paper with "I love you" and "I'm sorry" written on it. "I don't know how it slipped my mind, princess. But I will make it up to you, I promise". You understood his point of view, it was common to forget stuff. Though you were still hurt by this, you laid your head on his shoulder and the both of you silently enjoyed the scenery your balcony offered in silence.

SUNOO

The day had ended by the time your boyfriend had finally remembered your existence and decided to text you. You had held a party to celebrate your special day with your friends and family hoping to see a sign of sunoo. When sunoo had first texted you, you were shocked to find out that he had absolutely no idea what party or what special occasion you were talking about. You were devastated to find out that not only did he not know what day it was, but he expected you to tell him.

What kind of boyfriend doesn't remember his girlfriend's birthday and then expect her to tell him? You were mad at him with alot of hurt lingering inside you.

The clock read 1:30 am the moment he stepped inside the house. Looking around he saw leftover confetti, balloons and alocholic beverages yet to be picked up. All of this indicating that there was infact a party held. Sunoo knew that what he had done would not take a good turn and that it would take alot of fighting and apologizing to make it up to you. Spotting you with tears in your eyes, he made his way to you slowly pulling you into a hug and started apologizing.

He was sorry and guilty, you knew he was. But him expecting you to tell him that it was your birthday was where you drew the line.

You were unsure on whether you could forgive him at all. He promised to take you out tomorrow and attempt to make it up to you. You knew that wouldn't heal the hurt this had caused you, but you appreciated his efforts and agreed as you hugged him back.

JUNGWON

Out of all the people you liked in your life, you never expected Yang Jungwon to forget your birthday. If someone told you he would, you would laugh your ass off. But now, you were in tears as you held your phone finally deciding to text him.

You were in disbelief as you found out that he thought your birthday was next weekend. Thoughts like "How can someone mess up their lover's birthday?" "does he care less to not know which day" were running through your head.

He rushed into your home apologizing immediately mentioning how much he had planned and got a date wrong. He was on the verge of tears as you looked up at him rambling.

"Baby i promise i remembered, look I even had some gifts prepared" He said as he sped walk towards your shared dresser in the bedroom opening up a random compartment you had no idea existed. "What the fuck? Since when was that there?" You asked him in utter shock.

"It's always been there baby, you never noticed it" Jungwon said taking out a huge amount of gifts for you. "You weren't kidding when you said you were prepared huh?" You spoke as you scanned the bags. "Since last month" He winked at you as he led you to your living room.

"I'm so sorry, i can't believe I forgot your birthday I'm such a bad boyfriend" Jungwon apologized to you as guilt and shamed swirled in his orbs ( is this even right wtf - leaderwon ).l

"Won it's fine, don't worry" You said as a smile finally made its way on your face. "Now let's see what you got me I'm so excited" you said again as you smiled wider in happiness.

NI-KI

You were raging as you watched him play his video games for the entire day. You weren't an anti of games for you were also into playing. But it was your birthday today, a day he was supposed to spend with you instead of the ps5 Jay had gotten him on his birthday last year.

You were heartbroken as you tried to knock some sense into your boyfriend. Unfortunately, it didn't work. Finally giving up, you took your wallet and coat and left the house to get fresh air.

You could feel your phone vibrate as Ni-ki spammed your phone asking where you were. You decided against on replying and just walked ahead. Soon, you heard your boyfriend call your name from behind as he ran towards you. You tried walking faster since you didn't want to be with him at the moment. But your luck was unfortunate as he had legs long asf and caught up to you within moments.

"baby stop, come back home it's late" he begged. "Go back to your game, it's never too late for that" You said in a monotonous tone. "I'm sorry" "Sorry won't fix the day I lost waiting for you to fucking realise and rejecting all my friends who cared enough to want to spend the day with me" You said almost tearing up and walking again.

"I'm sorry" You heard him say as he stopped following you. You never heard his voice be so gentle in the 2 years you have been dating him. His voice sounded like he was on the brink of having a mental breakdown. "I really am" He said again and your heart dropped. You wondered if you were being too harsh on him.

Frozen in place, you could feel the tension in the air as the cool air blew through your hair. You were trying really hard to stay strong and hard but when you turned back to look at him, you could feel your heart drop to your stomach. You knew you were soft for this man, but the moment you looked at him you could feel emotions that you weren't aware yu could feel.

"Please" You heard him say. His eyes were pitiful with a tear threatening to fall. "I know i fucked up but please please let me try and make it up to you". You couldn't bare to see him like this anymore. "Fine" You sighed and walked towards him again.

You were hurt he missed your birthday, yes. But seeing him like that hurt you more. You knew you were deep as you held his hand and walked to the house the both of you resided in.

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[cursedzucchini]

You know what? Fuck it

DC x DP prompt #3

I think at least lmao.

Anyway! Jason starts making videos on YouTube for one reason or another (is really stressed, no one listens to his rants Abt books who cares). His content is mostly bad books he read or really really really long rants Abt pride and prejudice. Like 3 hours on one tiny detail he noticed on his 214th read through.

He's kinda popular, mostly bc his terrible books videos. He talks Abt the ones that made him the most mad, which coincidentally are mostly romance and supernatural. Like he's one of the well known figures in the supernatural romance critique group (whcih is pretty small, but well). (Also he doesn't show his face on camera, bc secret identity and stuff, it's just his voice over a video of something mundane, like the sky or a room in which is a fly or something)

And now this can go two ways, that i can think of (w dead on main in mind at least)

1) one day Jason finds a book which is supernatural romance and is actually good. It has a kidna cliche system for the supernatural stuff, but with a refreshing twist. The characters have depts and flaws, yet are still very likable. The plot is actually interesting and overall the story's theme is death, not belonging anywhere and overall stuff that is very close to Jason's heart. The story doesn't shy away from violence and it is suprisingly accurate.

(I'm.gonna reblog this w pretty long idea of what this book could be Abt, bc i don't wanna annoy ppl lol)

Anyway Jason kinda falls in love w it, and it becomes famous for being the first novel Jason rated positively or something.

Meanwhile Danny, who was told by jazz writing is good way to get his feeling out, and just wanted to make a quick buck, is really fucking confused how tf did his book become so popular and who tf is this nerd who rates books for a living.

(basically big fan Jason and suspicious/awkward Danny lmao)

2) there is a famous series on Jason profile. It's the worst fucking series he ever read and it's just fucking awful. All the characters are fucking terrible, always going on and on about one thing, the romance sucks in a way that isnt even funny. Jason would love to believe some wrote this as a joke, if it wasn't for the absolute cringefest this was, and it wasn't a whole ass series!! Like who writes 12 books for a joke?

Danny ducking Fenton that's who. Dude was so ducking annoyed at his rogues, he threatened them w writing a terrible romance novels abt them. The ghosts, knowing his terrible grade in literature backed off for a moment, before someone crossed the line. And write Danny did. It was the worst thing he had ever written, the love interest was perfect caricature yet still faithfully go the original. And Danny, because fuck them he lost sommuch sleep over that one prank, decided to publish it. (The book was pretty thin so it didn't take that much time writing it). Unfortunately it became immensely popular in the infinite realm. So the ghosts started crossing lines on purpose. Before Danny figured it out, he had already published his fifth book and was writing another three. After some bargaining, getting a book written Abt them as a piece of shit love interest became a reward.

And while yeah, he had to say his writing was terrible and the books sucked, some small part of him was kinda proud y'know? Like a mother of her twelve ugly as fuck toddlers.

So when he saw some nerd on the internet not only shit talk his book, but also get money of it?

Danny decided to haunt him (just like his books did him, now that everyone knew Abt them thanks to this guy)

(enemies (sorta it's not that serious tho) to lovers ala terrible writer Danny who hates his books and kinda famous YouTuber hasn't who also hates Danny's books)

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Fuck this is way too long wtf. Anyway imma reblog this w 1) book idea. Might add whatever i think the twelve books could be Abt. Pls if u want to add anything to this pls do!!

[kakujis]

needy!bf!wakasa

PLEASE!! how could i not.... after we were indulged so thoroughly.... hes so tiny and cute and hot wtf. i can’t bring up the brain power to write this into a fic so this’ll do for now.

as always minors dni!

warnings: afab! reader, pushy bf, picture taking/recording, pet names (cutie, pretty, baby, good girl), very slight, teeny tiny(like wakasa) possessiveness/jealousy, lots of praise uwu.

needy!bf!wakasa who loves blowing up your phone with texts about how much he misses you, it doesn't matter if you just saw each other an hour ago, come down to the gym he wants to see you!!

needy!bf!wakasa who pulls you into a backroom as soon as ur done talking with keizo, leaving open mouth kisses all over your neck. mumbling that he’s missed you so so much and why were you talking to keizo first… he called you over, didn’t he? he comes first, doesn’t he? ):

needy!bf!wakasa who can’t stop his roaming hands as he fiddles with the waistband of your skirt, grinding his knee into your clothed cunt. grinning when little moans escape your mouth. he shushes you first with kisses, then with his fingers when u whine that “someone might see us!”

needy!bf!wakasa who tuts “fine.” a little annoyed when u keep pushing his hands away. "not now, when we get home, please." you think he’s going to back off entirely, but instead he kneels down, a devious grin on his face, whipping out his phone.

needy!bf!wakasa who explains if you won’t let him take you now, that he at least deserves a new phone background. he moves your panties to the side and hikes your leg up over his shoulder so he can “get a good angle.”

needy!bf!wakasa that can’t help but press soft kisses and kitten licks to your cute pussy as he snaps pic after pic. <3 god, you taste so good and look so adorable and he just wants you so bad.

needy!bf!wakasa who sinks a finger into your glistening, dripping cunt, praising you constantly for being so cute and good for him <3. he presses record as he adds in another finger, droopy eyes fixated on how your greedy cunt sucks his fingers in.

needy!bf!wakasa who fucks you on his fingers, slick dripping down his hand. “you’re so fucking cute, you know that?” he breathes, curling his fingers in to hear you yelp. his off hand struggling to hold the camera still, shaking slightly.

needy!bf!wakasa who ups the praise when he can feel you starting to flutter around him, thumb rubbing circles on your clit. “come on baby, you can do it. i know you can, i know you wanna be a good girl for me, so cum on my fingers okay?”

needy!bf!wakasa who coos, “that’s it cutie,” as you tremble on his digits, continuing to ride out your high, slick oozing out your pussy. “such a good girl,” he hums, pulling his fingers out and spreading them to the camera, your arousal not only coating his hand but dripping to the floor.

needy!bf!wakasa who kisses your forehead as he ends the recording, mumbling, “good job, cutie.” before having you taste yourself on his fingers.

needy!bf!wakasa who looks at your flushed face, eagerly sucking on his digits, eyes begging for more and decides to let benkei know he’s going home early to take care of some personal business. <3

[booglyoogly13]

Don’t Blame Me ~ Rafe Cameron x Reader (Mafia/Mob Au/ Areanged Marriage)

Part 4

Warnings: smut (straight porn with like no plot), toxic rafe, but also softer rafe, big dick rafe duh, he cums inside (oops), kinda dirty talk not really, a little swearing, wrap it before you tap it y’all!!

Word count: 1315

I am so so so so sorry I haven’t updated in so long, I’ve had writers block and the end of the year stuff like finals was super stressful. Then I had a couple vacay, I thought I'd be able to write then but there was no wifi (wtf). But to ask for forgiveness here you go, absolute smut 

Part 3

not my gif, creds to the owner!!

Great, nice one. My breathing gets shallower as I follow Rafe up the stairs, Rafe has that shit eating smirk and I almost want to hit him but I don’t. We get to the top of the stairs and I follow him into what I assume to be his bedroom, a place I haven’t been yet. I look around his room, surprised it isn’t messy. His room is actually very neat, Rafe snaps me out of my thoughts when he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. He trails his hands up my waist and to my neck and pushes my hair out of the way and starts to kiss my neck. It feels good, better than I thought it would and I let out a quiet moan. I regret almost immediately when I feel Rafe’s smirk against my neck. 

He slides his hands back down my waist and squeezes my hips. My legs almost give out when he nips at my ear and he pulls away, turning me to look at him, “You still wanna do this Princess?” He looks at me mockingly expecting me to say no, “I still wanna do this Rafe.” He nods, his face serious for the first time since I got here. He looks at me like I’m a person, like he might care and it makes me want this more but then it disappears, “Take your shirt off.” Oh, there it is, that’s the Rafe I know but I nod and slowly take my shirt off with trembling hands. I expose my bra which isn’t anything special, I wish I had worn something a bit more… flattering I suppose. He looks at me up and down and I can’t help but feel a flush spread across my face and heat flare in my belly. I wait for him to tell me what to do now, not wanting to upset him, he tilts his head, “You aren’t so bad, huh Princess?”.

My face flushes more so from embarrassment now, did he think that was a compliment? What an ass. Rafe rolls his eyes, “What are you waiting for? Take the rest of your clothes off. I’m not gonna wait all night.” I nod and take my pants and then hesitantly take my bra off, I stand there in just my panties while he’s still fully clothed. Rafe walks over to the bed and sits, “Come here.” I walk towards him and stand in front of him, he pulls me to him so now I’m straddling his lap and I feel his erection through his pants. Oh, he's big. He runs his hands up and down my sides and then squeezes my tits. He grabs the hem of his shirt and takes it off, revealing his muscular upper body. I slowly reach my hand out and brush over his stomach with my fingertips.

He shivers when I touch him and I suppress a smirk at the fact that I actually made him feel. He moves me so I’m laying on the bed and gets up. Before I can protest he unbuttons his pants and slides them off, revealing the tent in his boxers. He gets on the bed between my legs and kisses me again. I moan into the kiss and wrap my arms around his neck, needing more. He moves his mouth down to my neck, sucking below my ear, and then to my tits. I arch my back  into his mouth when takes one nipple into my mouth and then the other, “Rafe.” I moan out his name, my fingers threading through his hair. He shushes me and reaches for my panties and slides them off. He smirks when he sees my glistening folds, “Fuck Y/n.” He brings a finger to my slit and collects some of my wetness before pushing the finger into my aching hole. He palms at his erection and lets out a little grunt while sliding his finger in and out of me. He slowly adds another finger and watches my expression closely, wanting to see how I react. He fingers me for a couple more minutes before taking his fingers out. I whine at the loss but he shushes me again.

He moves his face closer to my pussy and lets his warm breath fan out across my slit. I let out another moan and look at him wondering what he’s going to do. My thought is cut short when he darts his tongue out and licks a stripe from my entrance to my clit. He takes my clit into his mouth and sucks. I moan loudly at this feeling being close to euphoric, “Rafe!” He chuckles into my pussy and looks up at me, “You like that?” I nod and he goes back to eating me out, my head falling against the pillow and my eyes shutting. He lets out a little groan and I look up to see him grinding his erection against the bed, needing some kind of friction. I almost say something when he slides his fingers back inside me while sucking on my clit. My head falls back again and my back arches. “Rafe! I- I’m gonna cum.” I can feel him almost smirk while sucking on my clit, “Then cum Y/n.” I do as he says and cum on his fingers and mouth. He helps me ride out my high, my legs shaking.

He lets me recover a little by sliding off his boxers and revealing his cock. My jaw hangs open a little at the sight of it but I shut it when I see him smirk at my reaction.He spits on his hand and pumps himself a couple times, “Lay back, Y/n.” I nod and lay back. He moves between my legs again and slowly pushes the tip into my pussy. My eyes rolled back at the stretch of his cock and I let out a soft gasp. He gives me a second to get used to him and then he pushes in a bit more than halfway. My hands fly to his shoulders, his cock stretching my pussy in a painfully pleasurable way. He grabs at my tits and pinches my nipple causing me to squeeze his cock, he grunts and pushes the rest of his cock into me. He pulls out a bit and then pushes back in, I let out a quiet moan and he thrusts into me again. This time with more force. He starts to pick up his pace and I try to stay quiet until he looks at me, “Why are you being so quiet, huh? Seemed to have a lot to say earlier. Am I just fucking you that good baby?” I nod and let out a moan at a particularly hard thrust and he smirks, “That’s what I thought.” He keeps fucking me at a brutal pace and he can’t but let out grunts, he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach and pulls my hips so my ass is sticking up and slides back in.

He wraps a hand around my shoulder and the other presses my head into the mattress. He pistons his hips in and out of me for a few more minutes before leaning his body over mine, his thrusts faltering, “Fuck baby, you’re so tight.” I let out another moan and his hips still and his cock spews out cum into my pussy. I gasp when he cums in me but can’t seem to care much right now. My body drained, he flips me over so laying on my back again and gets off the bed and walks away from me. He walks into a different room, his ass on full display. I can feel his cum leaking out of me but I can’t help but to bite my lip to suppress a moan because it feels good, weird but good. This complicates things.

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[pynkricee]

Saving Geto : Milk & Honey 🍯

(Warning: soul ties, 18+, sexual intentions, mastorbation, roughsex , biting, scratching)

Going for a walk, I noticed someone who looked familiar walking right of me. It just wasn't his back side but his walk as well.

"Suguru Getou?

She said stopping in her tracks. Geto turned around to see y/n standing behind him.

"Y/N"? He said coming to a complete stop tilting his head slightly smirking because he hasn't seen you in years. Walking forward to you, you could see the depression on his face. The dark gleem in his eyes that just reached into your soul.

"Su..guru. " You say in a low tone. He walks up to you, smiling, hoping that you don't notice the state of his well being.

"I've missed you! What have you been up to?" He says, sliding his hands into his pockets. It was a little chilly out, and you didn't like seeing him like this.

"Geto.. would you like to come in for some tea? I... I live right here?" You ask him, hoping he would say yes. Even in his state of depression you could see upon his face, he still had the most beautiful eyes and lips you've ever seen in your life.

"Sure!" He said pulling his hand out of his pocket and rubbing it down your backside, finally curling his fingers around your waist. You shiver from his touch as you see a twitch os.a smirk on the side of his face.

Opening the door to your house you invite him in lock the door behind you two. " Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. You tell him while you walk to the kitchen to make some tea. Taking his shoes off, Geto walks to the couch sitting down with his legs spread and his arm hanging off the back. (hmmpph, he still sits that way huh? ) "So... is everything okay Suguru? You don't look too well... !

"Still always worrying about everyone else other than yourself I see." His tone very sarcastic but somewhat serious. But it was so sexy I could feel myself starting to get wet immediately... (fuuuuuuuuuu)

"You know.. that's me. Even though I haven't seen you, I see you now and I don't like what I see." Walking back into the living room, I sit next to him on the couch handing him his tea while taking a sip of mine. He clench my legs together as tight as I could from being so wet. I know it was loud enough to smell. I could feel my face burning up. ( All fucking ready? Wtf is going on...?)

He chuckles, taking a sip.of his tea. " If you don't like it, fix it then... y/n..." Placing his tea on the coffee table, he turns to the side looking at me in the eyes with his fingers reaching for my face, caressing my lips. Something was telling me he needed this bad... but so did I. I've always been in love with this man and he was making my pussy throb just by touching my lips. As his thumb reached my top lip, I twist my tongue around his finger sliding it into my mouth, softly sucking on it.

"Mmmmmmhhh..... Shit..." He moaned as I sat my cup down on the table then proceeded to grab his hand, moving myself ontop of him, straddling him on the couch, moving it slowly in and out, twirling my tongue around it. "Yo...You were never like this before"

But this wasn't before......

Taking his finger out my mouth, I grab both his hand, wrapping my fingers through his fingers, forcibly throbbing my tongue down his mouth. His tongue matching my movements in his mouth as he moaned with every breath he took. I could feel his penis buldging through his pants as I started grinding on his as we continued to kiss.

'"Fuck this..." He said taking my hands from his, grabbing my ass and throwing my back on the couch. " Hmmmm so... this is what youre doing? You sure you wanna so there..y/n?''

"I need to go there" My legs twitching for his dick, his sent, his taste as i lay there on my back watching him pull his shirt and pants off. His penis standing at full attention for my pussy. My thighs were wet for his stroke.

Leaning over me, he slid his arm under my back, arching it as far as he could, taking two his two thick fingers inserting them into my newly shaved cat. Moving them back and forth as my juices flowed down his hand.....

"Y/N...... I need you (panting) Please baby.." Digging his face in to my neck as he moved faster, thrusting his fingers into me as i moaned his name outloud.

" Su..Guru..... I cant..!" Gripping his shoulders digging my nails into his back. (Fuuuuuck..if he could do this with his fingers, i wonder what his dick could do?)

" You cant what baby...?" ( sofly giggling) " You cant... take it?" He leaned his face against my neck, licking my ear til my vagina began to fucking throb harder. My legs began to twitch uncontrollably. He pressed his body harder into my mine to try to keep me calm as much as he could as he was panting while moving his fingers forcefully into me.

" Shiii.. Fuck me Suguru..!!"

He lifted his head up looking me in the eyes. Smirking evilly. "And with that, you don't have to ask twice." Taking his fingers out my vagina and putting them in his mouth, to the back of his throat and slowly pulling them out, tasting all of me.

Panting hard, my nipples hard... i needed him now. He began rubbing my breast making his hand down between my legs where he grabbed his penis and inserted it inside me.

"Fuuuuckkkk... you feel so good.."" He said collapsing his forehead into him, thrusting back and forth into me, gripping the top of the couch.

Grabbing his head I forced him in to a kiss, saliva filling our mouths as we exchanged it into a kiss as he began to pump me harder with the excitement of the kis.

"Surguru...."(panting) Digging my nails harder into his back, knowing he was bleeding but we both didnt care.

" I know... Shiiiiii..I need ....(panting harder)....y/n.... I need....(thrusting me harder, feeling as if were going to break the couch any minute now. Locking my legs around his waist as i moved my hands down to his butt pulling him in deeper.

" Fucking stop.... you want me to come early?"

"I want you... to take it Suguru...If you can (panting) since this pussy is being good to you." I said licking his top lip.

"y/n....(panting slower).... I ...." He said slowing down. Our breaths collecting and slowing down together.

"Geto...?" I asked as his strokes became lighter but still deep at the same time. Lifting his head up he looked me in my eyes removing his arm from my back and began to caress my face. With both of my hands i grabbed his hand holding it softly as it moved across my face. A small tear slid down his face as he smiled at me still moving slowly inside me..

"I need.... you to save me......."

As my eyes widened with ecstasy and to his response, i nodded pulling him into a soft kiss.

[southparkgang]

☆CHAPTER 2 MEET THE GIANTS☆

"Aa-" at that moment kyle was about to scream but was stopped my a large finger pressed against his lips. "shhh calm down! Im friendly!!!" the gaint boy said giving kyle a deep and kind look. Kyle pushed with all his might to pry the fingers off him, but it only resulted with him tripping over his own feet whilst getting up and almost falling.

The giant grabbed kyle by his feet catching him. Kyles old green hat falling off into the giants hand , showing kyles big head of hair. Red like fire. Many people told him he shares a personality with his hair. Hot and short tempered, He took it as a complement. "woa i didnt realise humans were this easy to scare! Sorry" the giant let out a giggle and but kyle in a more comfortable possion by holding him but letting his hands free.

"Who are you????" "are you real?!?!" "is this a dream!!?" kyle screamed fear spred across his face. "umm lets me explain.." the giant sighed. "my name is stanley but call me stan for short. Im 15 Im a giant! And it seems you opened a portal to this relm turning you into a elf it seems!" stan said then smiling! ":)" (wtf am not an elf!?! Is this dude drunk ) "but im not an elf!! Im human and need to go home! My brother ike will be home soon"

"well it looks like your not getting out of here anytime soon lil-elf... Dont mean to alarm you but the portals gone and ur an elf so if you went back youd be taken and killed" "heh.." stan looked away kinda nervous for two reasons. (what will he say when he realises hes stuck here and i called him lil-elf!?! Urg stan your so stupid!!!!" stan then blushes looking back to find the tiny 2foot boy pulling back his hair and finding his pinky human ears were now most certainly pointy and big! "Oh god!! What the heck!?!" kyle cried out, his big ears flopping to show saddness.

Kyle was now looking around franticly for other elf like features. Finding a cute pink nose and red cheeks like apples. "hey! Its not all bad! Can you image what its like to be like 50+ ft tall!! It sucks!. And look i have ears like you so its not all bad! " stan give kyle hope he'd be ok.

Kyle slumped feeling weak. (Im so stupid.. Trying to open a portal becuase i was bored?! Now im stuck here and am a freaky elf!!!? Your useless kyle, now your family will worry about you... Happy birthday me..) stan saw kyle slump and finally let go. Holding him in the clasp of his hands. Kyle was now so overwhelmed with all this he cried. For first time in 6 years. It all came out like a fountain. Once it started it cant be stopped.. "hey! No no no it will be ok ! I promise!"

There is one way out... We must go though the dark ash forest on the other side of this kindom to find tolkien black. The great wizarding wizard! He can get you back to normal and sent you home in not time!. " " but it will take months... Are you sur-" "YES! I WANNA GO! ANYTHING IT TAKES !!!" kyle screamed tears falling of his cheeks and onto stans warm hands. Stan smiled putting his head close to kyles. Kyle leaned his head on stans nose. A little noise boop and it brough a smile to kyles face again. "(*´ ˘ `*)" stan cant help but blush.... "so we can go to my house for now and when its later we can start! Its that ok lil-elf?" "kyle." "what?" "my name is kyle btw, i forgot to tell you. Im kyle am also 15". Kyle said. "you can call me lil-elf if u like idm :)" "oh ok!" stan was to flusterd to talk, he gently took kyle and put him in his shirt pocket.

It was so warm. The perfect place to sleep. Dark,warm and kyle could only hear stans heart beat and his foot stepts. "you ready to go?" stan said. "mmmmph s-stan giant... B-bi-big man~" kyle was so tried from walking home in the human relm he could only murmer words and blush. Stan smiles and his pupils widened.

(my little elf and im his big giant <3)

☆(part 3 mabye laterrrr. If you cant tell i ship style >_<)☆

[pupcuck]

cherry hiii :33 i just wanna talk ab ur writing for a sec cuz oh my god i love it so much.

first of all i want to say that you’re genuinely such a talented author, for me personally your writing is so unique and so special that it’s not even at a level where it’s aspirational to me— it’s just so distinctive to you and your perception of the character and i love and appreciate that sooo much.

i didn’t even know shit ab leon before finding your account but truly it’s your writing that made me fall in love w him 😭😭. honest i love your writing style so much it can’t even compare to a large portion of published writing i’ve read like i wish you’d just write a novel i can’t even lie 😭. it’s so stimulating but at the same time you manage to paint a picture so beautiful with layers of intricacies and references that are honestly beyond me.

i have a top 3 author (in no particular order cuz that wld be wayy to difficult) ranking that has existed since i’ve started reading fanfiction (YEARS ago) and can confidently say you’re in there despite the fact that the re fandom isn’t even one that i’m remotely involved in. i’m so glad we’re mutuals and honestly it shocks me sometimes cuz i’m truly over here like ‘oh my gosh how is she so talented ???’ every time i read one of your works.

i hope this doesn’t come off as sucking up or anything i promise i’m being 100% truthful here and i’ve wanted to talk ab how much i love your writing style so much but i’m just lazy as fuck and so i haven’t gotten to it until now 😭😭.

hannah wtf!! why r u making me sniffle rn. like what 😞 what did I do to deserve this in my inbox!! I LOVE YOU. im so bad at responding to these cuz im like stupid and stiff and get so overwhelmed bc im like omg… you took time out of ur day to say this to me 😭 LIKE!!! what more can I say than thank you I LOVE YOU!!

LIKE WAHT.. COMPARING TO PUBLISHED AUTHORS. !!!! literally will eat you alive that’s so . UGH actually makes my heart warm . like omg im glad it’s stimulating cuz I feel like I get stuck in the same loop with writing and overuse so much shit so THANK YOU!! IT DOESNT COME OFF AS SUCKING UP FHSJDJF LIKE 😭 ITS SO. !! REASSURING MORE THAN ANYTHING I LOVE YOU!!!

[regularponyfan]

Thoughts on The Bad Guys: A Very Bad Holiday Part 2

“Christmas is officially back on!” And apparently, a city news reporter like yourself has the power to declare a holiday uncanceled. Why is Diane not in this again?

The others’ reactions to Snake getting all touchy-feely 🥹. OMG I WANNA HUG HIM SO BAD!!! (At the same time though, the close-ups on his face during this scene are so off-putting that it kinda ruins the moment for me.)

“That vortex is about to suck in the whole city, we don’t have time to be mad at me.” Sure, Wolf. Act like endangering your only friends isn’t worth getting angry over. You’ve really disappointed me this time. 😔

In all fairness though, at least he does apologize and admits how much the others mean to him. And I love how the other guys pretend to be disgusted but at the same time are moved to tears, while Snake is just like, “Yeah, whatever 😒.” (Even though we all know he’s bawling on the inside.)

The scene right after Shark is tossed out of the vortex without his shirt…the characters look like they’re literally floating off the ground…

That one random guy getting sucked into the vortex is actually pretty funny…in a “WTF is this animation?” kind of way.

“Are you seeing this?” No, Tiffany, all I see is your badly-animated face. Now please get it out of mine. XD

Aww, that’s adorable how the Bad Guys try to save each other from the vortex 😊…Now can we talk about the fact that the animators clearly just took still images of Piranha and Tarantula and moved them around?

How did Shark get his shirt back after all that?

Wolf’s motions as he’s falling out of the Santa bot…again, what is this, the Looney Tunes? Oh and nice dust effect when he lands by the way. I feel like this was made for a PlayStation 2 game, not Netflix.

Wait…so, the promo for this special clearly showed Shark in a Santa suit…but the closest we get to him cosplaying as Santa is him doing a voice. What. 😐

Oh, and since the Bad Guys were exposed to potentially-lethal, freezing temperatures, they all end up sick on Christmas. And Wolf has the gall to complain despite being the reason it happened. Just be thankful it’s only a cold and not frostbite, buddy.

In all seriousness though, I feel bad for them. Like, I wanna make them all better, but mostly Snake. He looks soooo miserable and I can only imagine how as a kid he must have had no one to take care of him when he was sick. That is so heartbreaking. And when he says “Bah humbug” in the middle of sneezing? Awww, poor baby! 🥺

Apparently, Santa really does exist in this universe and the Bad Guys are miffed that they ended up on his Nice List. Which…kinda seems out of character in all honesty. Like…wasn’t them being treated as something other than criminals the reason they turned good in the movie? They’re not disgusted by the concept of good (except maybe Snake); They just don’t understand it. Now I see why people had a problem with this being set before the movie.

And we end with the Bad Guys planning to heist the North Pole…which would have made a much better, much more interesting holiday special. If this does become a series, I hope they make an episode out of that.

And before we get to my final thoughts, let’s see which of my predictions for the special came true:

There will be at least one reference to the Grinch-✅ Yep! And a Die Hard reference, too, surprisingly.

The gang will have a Christmas tree with stolen jewels for ornaments-❌ Nope. I don’t think they had any decorations in their hideout or at least none I could see.

Wolf will get a good tingle from saving everyone’s Christmas-❌ Nope. The opposite happened. He apparently hates the idea of being seen as good now. 🤨

Shark will be a mall Santa-❌ We don’t see him in a mall and the only likeness to the man in red he gives is his voice, so I’m gonna say no.

Piranha will have a holiday-themed musical number-✅ Got that one!

Someone will call Snake a “Scrooge”-❌ Nope. He acts like him and even says “Bah humbug,” but no one outright calls him that.

Also, Snake will secretly hate Christmas because of some past trauma-❌ They don’t say or even imply it, but let’s be honest: we know he has some form of trauma from Christmas.

Diane will only have a cameo-❌ Sadly, no. They were determined to keep her out of this special, apparently.

Luggins and Tiffany will return-Well, this one is half right.

The Bad Guys will have a gift exchange with stolen goods-❌ Nope. Go to luonnonvalinnat for that one ‘cause you ain’t gonna find it here.

Final score: 2.5/10. Wow. Either I don’t know the Bad Guys as well as I thought, or the creators of this potential series don’t know how to write them. Eh. I’m going with the latter.

As for the special itself? It's a 5/10 for me.

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad we got to see the gang again and I'm even more glad we might get to see their shenanigans in a spinoff series some day. And even though it was kinda dumb and there was potential for it to be even better, I didn't mind the story that much. The voice acting is good enough, even if I don't recognize anyone's name except Grey DeLisle. It's the ANIMATION that really kills this thing for me. My god, what a trainwreck. Like, no joke, there were several times throughout this thing where I just wanted to look away because the characters were just...so ugly! I get that this is the result of a low budget, and they couldn't make it as fluid as the movie's animation. The problem, of course, is that the animation in the Bad Guys movie is SO beautifully fluid, even removing like 1% of its fluidity makes it look terrible. They probably should have done what Captain Underpants did and just made the whole thing 2D. At least then it would have looked somewhat appealing.

I don't know, if you haven't seen this special yet and are curious about it, I say just buy the novelization instead, because this alone is not worth a subscription to Netflix. Plus, the novelization includes a bonus chapter of the Bad Guys on New Year's, so there's that. And if you have seen the special, let me know what you guys thought about it. Did you agree with my points? Is there anything I didn't comment on? Let me know that, too.

[karebear923]

I just finished watching XO, Kitty and I have so many thoughts!!!

Ok first off, I love my boy Dae!!! Everyone’s talking about not liking him as a love interest but I really like him as a character! Sure he made some mistakes but honestly they all did and we can forgive them. I just want to see him happy in the end, whether that’s with Kitty or not!

That being said, let’s not forget he and Kitty are each other’s best friend and they were together for 4 whole years! They know each other so well and that’s so important! I won’t rule him out as a love interest!

Second, I really like Minho as a character too. He was respectful of the fact that Kitty and Dae were together and never even hinted at his feelings for Kitty to anyone until he knew that they were over. But the way he just straight up told her before the flight took off kinda sucked imo, I think there would’ve been a better moment to say it. They could’ve left the episode on the cliffhanger of him maybe confessing his feelings to her now that he knew he could see her during the break.

Everyone’s shipping Kitty with Yuri, but I think we’re all forgetting the fact that Yuri has a girlfriend she’s very much in love with! I get that Kitty and Dae were in love and if they could break up over Kitty’s feelings for Yuri then the same could happen for Yuri and Julianna, but still. Although I do acknowledge that there was a slight spark of something between her and Kitty.

And idk if Kitty and Minho would be a good couple either, since she really didn’t express any interest in him all season. She was too caught up in Dae and Yuri to notice him. But maybe now that she’s done with Dae (😢) she’ll start to notice Minho and see that she likes him too. Probably lol.

Alex, oh Alex. 😅 I felt bad for Alex cause everyone treated him bad except for Kitty lol. I hope he gets to know his birth family more and that he gets a happy ending too. I’m rooting for you buddy! 💪🏽

Ok, I get that Florian didn’t want to flunk out of school and have to move, but he didn’t need to get the top score!! 😠 I’m so mad at him for that, cause he took away Dae’s room and board scholarship!!! Which btw it’s way effed up that he needs to be the actual top of the class to keep it! Like wtf!? Most scholarships give a range of grades but not the condition that he must be #1! And it’s a stupid thing for Florian to do for himself too, cause won’t the school be alerted when he’s been getting bad grades this whole time and suddenly he’s top of the class? Yeah, ok.

Most of the time I’m the kind of person that ships the main couple and can’t see any other possibilities but this time I honestly don’t prefer one ship over the other. In terms of the characters themselves, my heart’s with Dae and I want him to be happy. But idk if I ship him with Kitty as endgame, or if I just want them together if it means his happiness. I could see her with Minho too cause I also like him, he’s a good person and they could be good together. But we haven’t seen Kitty express any interest in him yet. I just can’t personally ship her with Yuri right now because of how much I see that Yuri loves her girlfriend Julianna, and I don’t wanna ruin that. But if they show her reciprocating Kitty’s feelings more in the future then maybe I could ship them too. It’s too much of a toss-up right now tbh.

All-in-all, it was a fun show! An easy watch; I actually binged the whole thing today which is something I never do! And I’m excited to see more! Can’t wait for season 2! Fingers crossed they make more! 🤞🏽

[lacontroller1991]

Spoilers for For All Mankind

Episode 1 took my breath away, but episode 2 down right ripped my lungs out of my chest. As if this season couldn't get any better it got 50 times better. So down below the cut, are some initial thoughts

Initial thought before I get into the rest: hfiewhioejpoddwjkfjsaofhdwkjd;skhdadncjkewjfiehwlAIFHEWUTW9PEOHGWAOSJHCVGNMSDALDJCBWRGUYTUQOWaljenuvfhjkeo;mkejthselnbrwa *Screaming intensifies*

First of all, Ed in the boot is literally the cutest thing ever. Lemme hug and cherish him and heal him, he's a precious baby. "God Damn Boot" sir, you are very precious.

Also, Karen being a boss ass bitch????? We stan. And I'd never thought I'd say that. We love boss lady.

Molly giving the command to Ed only for Margo to fire Molly and Ed to loose command (which is then given to Dani) made me pissed the fuck off. Like fr??? Margo, you literally made me detest your guts... like..... I wanna throw you out the air lock.

Also, Danny..... You were redeemed in the first episode, and then you squashed that. You're meaning to tell me that you weren't thinking about your NEW wife when you were hanging there, you were thinking about Karen??? LIke???? Also, how dare you talk shit about Ed you ungrateful brat? Sure Gordo and Tracey are your parents, but I guarantee you Ed had something to do with you becoming an astronaut too. So for you to say all that shit about him, I wanna punch you so bad.

Ed confronting Margo and yelling at her is so hot. Like holy fuck. He's so goddamn sexy when yelling. Also Ed, I get you're mad (and I'm pissed for you) but how dare you say that shit to Dani???? Like??? Bad Ed.

Ed drunk driving to Karen's house (which holy fuck is very very nice, glad she's thriving. Makes me wonder where Ed is living) and having a heart to heart lowkey made my heart soar. I know we don't stan Karen for cheating on baby boy, but MAN am I glad Ed is leaving Yvonne. She just isn't right for him. So maybe Ed and Karen could be happy again??? Idk they just seem to be mature now and I think they could make each other happy again???? Not completely sure.

AND THEN Danny stalking Karen's house???? WTF????? Danny, get over it. Guess he has serious Mommy Issues.

AND THEN Karen going to Dev and recommending Ed for command of the Helios mission???? Fucking iconic. Except for that one bitch saying to get somebody new (which would mean unexperienced), shut up... just... shut up.

AND THEN THEN DEV ANNOUNCING ED AS COMMANDER OF THE HELIOS MISSION TO MARS HOLY FUCK ED JFIHGIOPWQOHFWIQPFNWJJPONIOFOIEREIONEWINIEWNOFWIOFHFEHWIO AND MOLLY LAUGHING IT UP SAYING "STICK IT TO THE BASTARDS" IS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE.

So far, all of my predictions have been right. Ed and Karen divorcing, Ed and Yvonne divorcing. Ed leading Helios. They're all correct so far.

ALL THIS TO SAY..... THIS SHOW IS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE TO HAVE EVER BEEN CREATED I SWEAR TO GOD. WALKING DEAD, ALTERED CARBON, GREYS ANATOMY, ANYTHING ELSE CAN SUCK IT COMPARED TO FOR ALL MANKIND. and I don't know how I'm gonna wait til next week.

Tagging Ed's new wife @edwardbaldwin

[itsme-tori]

Thoughts on the dad war, vanco(as in their canon portrayal or the ship if you even have any opinion), benzo (I’m talking about the old man trio dynamic and whether you think benzo/ekko was comparable to silco/jinx and vander/vi, he just seemed like his intern to me but ekko's clearly the benzo 'prodigy', forming a new trio with vi and jinx), just in general the dad backstory TM, whether you wanna see it or not and whether you’d be available for setting riot games offices on fire with me if they don’t show it, s2 predictions, if you could canonize one ship or dynamic (like viktor and jinx friendship) what would it be? (obvs you don’t have to answer all of it sorry)

Oooo okay here I go:

Dad war: Honestly such a clusterfuck. It's hilarious to me.

Vander first attacks Silco by attempted murder. Silco takes years to gain his troops. Silco comes back in a "Thought you've seen that last of me bitch." style and fucking wrecks Benzo, kidnaps Vander and traumatizes two kids. However, he doesn't even kill Vander right away and gives him a choice to join his side again and Vander refuses (lmao sucks to be you Silco). The night ends in blowing up in their faces (no no don't kill me for this joke) and Vander fucking dies. Silco takes in one of Vander's girls and spends years telling her what a shitbag Vander was (while also letting a statue of Vander stay up lol I wonder what goes on in Silco's mind sometimes.)

Then years later, Silco gets the "oh fuck I understand him now" moment at the statue, getting drunk and depressed like the little bitch he is and fucking goes out the same way he does. So in the dad war I think Vander won in the end (also he comes back to life which I doubt Silco will ahhahaha).

Vanco: I'm personally a bit torn on this ship. Like on one hand I like to refer to them being brother-in-arms with no romantic relationship (also parallels on Vander/Silco and Vi/Jinx are the shit I eat everyday). On the other I also read fanfics on this ship and I'm down for the scenerio of them co-parenting the kids. I do hope that the show won't make it seem like they did have a romantic relationship but I also enjoy the fan content on the ship. Either way you swing it, the way their relationship ended up makes me so fucking depressed like wtf??? The angst is real. The pain is on a whole nother level. I can't get over it.

Old man trio and their kids: I do think there are similarities with Benzo/Ekko just like Vander/Vi Silco/Jinx. Benzo and Ekko obviously have their major issues with Silco and Jinx. Ekko, like Benzo, chooses the older sibling of the trio.

Lmao I really need to know what made Benzo hate Silco so much cause like Ekko does have his reasons but even he hesitated to kill Jinx off (which I know Benzo wouldn't do for Silco). Personally, I wonder how Ekko would take to Vi becoming an enforcer in Arcane (in League he does call Vi a sellout lmao)

Dad backstory: I NEED THIS BACKSTORY. I NEED TO KNOW HOW VANDER/SILCO/BENZO RELATIONSHIP WAS. I NEED TO KNOW HOW CLOSE VANDER AND SILCO WAS THAT SILCO FELT THE NEED TO KEEP A STATUE OF HIM. I NEED TO KNOW WHY THE BETRAYAL HAPPENED. I WILL JOIN YOU TO BURN RIOT DOWN IF WE DON'T GET ANY BACKSTORY.

What dynamic would I like to canonize: I would absoluetely love a Jinx and Viktor friendship of them fucking shit up like the maniacs they're gonna be in S2. I also would love to see a Jayce and Vi friendship and them bonding over their similarites (though that is probably much less likely considering their last interaction and if things go really bad in S2).

S2 predictions: Honestly I hope that we do get some insight as to what happened during the timeskip. Like maybe Vi could have a nightmare about her time in prison, Jinx remembers her time with Silco as she grieves for him, etc.

[cloudikyy15]

I know

OKKKKKK so like I havent posted in a while but we gon do that now ya know..  Warnings: Black Reader, cussing, arguing, smuttt, riding, making out, eating sum food ( wink wink), teasing.

“ Y/N”! Your boyfriend called you, trying to get your attention. The night was going so well, going on a date, and chillin wit each other. But that wasn’t gonna change the fact that a bitch was flirting with him when ya’ll left the Diner. “ Nigga leave me the fuck alone you wanted to be flirting wit that bitch so you can go wit her” you say walking towards y’all bedroom. “ Y/n I wasn’t flirting wit her, I was trying to be nice and get her off me” your boyfriend says following you to y’all bathroom as you undressed. 

You wouldn’t have been so mad if she was just saying shit but she started getting touchy and shit so you had to put that bitch in check! Snatchin yo nigga up and cussin that bitch out you pulled him to y’all car starting this whole argument. “ You know damn well nigga that if I did that shit you would be fucking me up right now, so don’t say shit” you say sensually, turning to him and pressing your naked body on him, tempting him. You was mad at him but you always loved to end arguments one way and one way only.

                                                     Sex.

“ Y/n stop fucking playing wit me because I will fuck yo shit up ong, so fix yo fucking attitude before I fuck you up so bad that you’ll be beggin me to stop”. Your boyfriend stood in front of you, his eyes promising all the things you knew he could give, as heat pooled in your pussy. “ Nigga please, You could do all that and I wouldn’t make a sound” you said not wanting to back down from a challenge. He smirked. 

                                           “lets find out den”

“ Mhm- oh” you let out breathlessly as you feel your boyfriend dipping his tongue in and out of your pussy. “ Still not gon make a sound Y/N?” he says, the vibrations from his words making yo back arch. “ f-fuck naw, i-im not making a souND” you almost moan feeling him nip yo clit and suck harder. “ Come on baby- I know you want to”. Your breathing quickins .

 You feel that familiar pleasure in you stomach as you arch your back, head hitting the bed. “ OH naw” you hear him say as the warmth of his mouth leaves. You groan as you feel the orgasm is your stomach leave. “ WTF nigga?! Why you stoppin bro” you cry out. “ I wanna hear you say you was being a jealous whore and then start moaning my fucking name. OR I’m not gon make you fucking cum bitch.”

 You groan. You know you should fight back but all you want is to cum. “ im sorry..” you whisper. “ What was that? Speak the fuck up. You didnt have a problem doing that earlier”. You ball your fists, tears coming to your eyes. “ I’M SORRY DADDY, I WAS BEING A JEALOUS WHORE AND I WON’T DO IT AGAIN, SO PLEASE MAKE ME CU- OH FUCKKKK!” He dives back in, eating yo pussy with a force that has you thrashing against the bed. “ Come on mama, cum for me” he says as he sucks harder and plays with your clit. Your orgasm expoldes folding over your body in a blanket of pleasure. You moan and scream as he laps at your folds, drinking up everything you gave to him.

“ You did so good baby”, climbing up your body and kissing you. You respond with the same energy as a new wave of impending pleasure courses through your body. You roll on top of him, rubbing on his chest and giving him the most seductive eyes you could muster up. “ That was nice and all baby, but now it’s my turn” you say pulling his pants down as his dick hit your stomach. His eyes glaze over with pleasure, watching as you slowly lower yourself on to him.

Groaning he grabs your hips, letting out a shaky breath as you start in on a fast pace. “ Oh fuckkk babyy, I love you. I love you so fucking much Y/N” he groans throwing his head back from the pleasure you were giving him. Your eyes roll back as you continue rolling your hips on him, his dick streching and hitting your g-spot repeatedly. “ Tell me you w-won’t talk to other girls” you say. He freezes processing your words, encouraging and motivating you to go faster. “ I won’t-fuckkk- I won’t talk to other girls mama” he says. You kiss him, as you feel another orgasm approaching you. You clench around him, causing him to let out a moan. “ Fuck baby im gonna-im gonna CUMM” you scream as he pounds into you from below. You cum around him as you feel him shot his load inside you, collapsing on him in the process. “ I’m sorry baby”. 

                                                   “I know”.

[imagineit4amin]

Can't Sleep Cafe Part 1

Wanna know what I was thinking about last night at 3 am while I couldn't sleep, with my dick aching, wanting nothing but to ring a bell and summon you to a place & time. I was gonna go to bed but maybe I'll give you a taste, a sip. Like the coffee we were having. Who's we? Well of course it was you, your husband/boyfriend/girlfriend/whomever you may have alongside you as we have coffee. How did we get here? I asked myself the same question, especially after the whole this is all make believe but hey who knows, it's coffee grow up. Live A little. Surprisingly it's a fun conversation, he didn't jump over the table & pick a fight. I know something is up, I'm just not sure what it is. He stops smiling, looks serious "so we need to talk" I knew it was coming, what did I do wrong this time, right? "You're the first"First what? Is this a group murder thing? Cult? (Please at least let it be a sex cult) maybe he's dying? She's a he? He's a she? Threesome? Ah they're both astronauts and I've been picked to go to space. I don't want to miss a thing starts playing in my head. Nice asteroids "You with us? You seemed to space out there for a second?" He asks putting his arm around her (Ha spaced out good one 😆 don't ask me my favorite planet, cause sir she's sitting on it) "ha I'm good, all ears."(& eyes, he's a good looking guy but damn she's…)"we had a bet…""You're the first guy to win it" uh oh "May I ask what the bet was?" "If she could find a guy she enjoyed talking to, who didn't ask for any pictures, made her feel special, was honest & never ooops sent a dick pic for a consecutive six months" " isn't that called a friend?""Yes, but more importantly, this is actually her bet. Her fantasy, you winning is her prize." "Sounds fun, fantasy completed, happy I could help" (That wasn't so bad right? A fun story, no harm & her fantasy fulfilled, look at me making people happy.) They both laugh. Uh Oh?

"That just won you the meeting & the excitement of the next stage of prizes." I stop him "To be clear, what he says is really your idea? I need to hear it from you directly" looking directly at you "mmmhhmm" You mumble nodding your head, sucking on your bottom lip. smiling . That quiet excitement, it shows for the first time, a fast simmer wanting to erupt into a boil. Oh you wanna play, "Please. Say the words" Looking over at him this time as I say "If that's ok with you, of course." "Fuck yes! I want this, now shut up and listen to what he has..to say" I sit up straight to listen. Getting serious. You reach your hand across the table, you can feel my hands shaking. "Really I do, it'll be fun" "So here's the first challenge." He says, reaching his arm out as another woman walks up & sits next to him. WTF is going on"This is my prize, I won our bet a little while back. Now she…" Sliding you off the bench to a stand, getting comfy, leaning back into his bimbo of a prize. As I finally get to look at you in that way, without trying to hide the stare of amazement "wants one of her own.""You've seen the movie Swordfish." He chuckles. "Here, now, under the table. You have to last 2 minutes & hold a conversation with us, without cumming. If. If you cum early, you can never speak to her again." You squeeze my hand, not helping with that stare, you're trying tomake me fail as much as pass it would seem. Damn this is fun & crazy, right? "and if I make it?" "2 minutes, you get one local date/evening & you can remain friends. 3 minutes friends with whatever benefits she wants. 4 minutes" everyone starts laughing as a crowd starts topay attention, he's been talking a little too loudly. I'm starting to think this isn't real. I mean the challenge is, but is this just a game they play? Has anyone won? It's been a week, there's not a chance I'm going to make it. Cutting him off "5 minutes & I want her…all of her. In everyway I want her, in everyway that she'll have me. AND!" I hold up my hand, quieting him & the crowd. "if she gives up before I do, after the five minutes minimum of course…I get you & your prize too." I look at you, you nod. He nods. She nods. Agreed. You lift the short tablecloth & begin to drop below the table. I stand up, raise you up by the hand. Bowing slightly kissing your hand, then wrapping you in a hug that we've both been waiting for, for so long. A tight, cuddly, full body, sweet only, lingering hug "It was nice to finally meet you, even if this is good bye" "Don't be such a pussy!" you say loudly, pulling me back in for one last hug, before pushing me back onto the padded booth bench, as you duck under the table. You don't even unzip me just yank my pants & boxers down. Your head peeks out in between my legs, I can feel your hands on my thighs, that smile, I could just…not yet. We haven't even started. "Ready!" you call out, he's literally using a fucking track meet stopwatch. I feel your hands slide off my thighs, grazing my balls, sliding right up "Begin!" your lips wrap around my tip. You can already taste precum. You're slow playing it, inch by inch. I close my eyes, block out the noise of the crowd. Put my feet on the floor, palms down on the table. One hand scratching softly at my balls, the other sliding upwards.You feel amazing, this feels amazing, but a bet is a bet. Mind fuck challenges over physical prowess. Sitting up straight, opening my eyes, keeping my composure "So how was your week?" I ask him, full eye contact, taking a sip of coffee, unabashed as she's sucking my dick.

I have dreamed of this moment, not in this way. Torn between trying to enjoy the moment & also rubbing it in, damn, easy on the teeth, their faces when I win them all. Imagine what I'd do with everyone, on second thought, don't think that. Although it would be..No, focus."What do you think of their breakup" Showing me a picture of that milf of an actress of who just broke up with her stud of a man, not that I give a tmz rats ass, but the picture was her, all of her. "Oh & that's 45 seconds, well done. Dear you doing ok down there? Enjoying?"Yes this is fucked up & yes I feel dirty writing this, but yes I will meet you. Let me know when You bounce your head up & down, slurping, mouthing uh huh, mmhmm at the same time, I crack a little, sliding a hand under the table, running it through your hair. Resting You shake your head side to side trying to throw off my hand. I slide it back up & take a peak. Big mistake. You're looking up at me, eyes wide open, smiling, you grip, twist & slide as punishment for peaking. I drop the cloth & pick up my coffee, slamming me into the backOf your throat, before sliding me forward, against both cheeks. I drop the cup on the table, my hands gripping the table to regain my composure. "I think life's too short" Taking a strained, controlled breathe. "If they're not happy" I have to peak again. You're not looking up at me, focused on enjoying. "Everyone should find happiness, what do you think" She squeezes my balls, almost liking my answer as her finger twirls lower, circling around my taint. "Nicely done, a minute & a half. Only thirty seconds more. Hun speed up please, no mercy." He snaps & two women slide up next to me, moaning in my ears, running their hands up & down my body "You can't make it! You don't deserve her" one says "ohhh, yes cum for me" the other moans right in my ear. You speed up as told. My mind is being pulled in every direction. "20 seconds!" I normally love countdowns but this is too much. I need to take back control, before I lose it. Fuck this shit. I reach around pulling both of them off of me laying them on the table. "stay!" I command. "You!" Nodding to him. "watch how bets are won."10…9…"I stand up, put both my hands on your head "8! 7!" & match your motions, thrusting back, buying me time. I look down & wink "We're gonna have a lot of fun you & I. "5..4.." I pick up the fresh cup of coffee,sit back down, lean back, take a sip "let's discuss date options""2…1…2 minutes!" He looks a little nervous, I look down, running my hand down your hair, cupping your face in my palm. "Good girl! Now let's win the next round, of course if you'd like to win " I look at him, "I bet her knees hurt, let me fix that" picking up the table. Tossing it over her to the side into the crowd, (yes the other two got off the table, I'm not a monster) standing up & lifting you off the floor, spinning you over onto your back, throwing your legs over my shoulders. Bouncing in unison "time check please!" Burying my face. In your clearly soaked, light blue panties. I turn us to face the crowd with you hanging there, bouncing on my dick, hair brushing against the floor, dress halfway up your stomach. Biting them with my teeth, tearing a hole in them large enough to slip my tongue inside. Just enough to finally taste you "2:45" I don't give a shit about time, just you, possibly us. nuzzling into your pussy, holding your split thighs like a barbell, pulling you up & down against my lips. Lip curls. Upside down too long isn't good, returning you to your knees"56..57..58.." I want to, but not yet! "3 min!" "I'll up the stakes!" He laughs nervously. "Make it to five while.." "No need to up the stakes, but I agree to the challenge" picking you up off your knees, hovering your spread legs over my throbbing soaked dick. "Wanna win?"You're smiling, trying to push down onto me. Caught up in the pleasure & competition.Your hands wrapped around my neck, burying my face in your tits for the first time as I tear off your panties. The room melts away. It's just me & you, for a moment. But no one's here to see

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God!Chuck Shurley x Male!reader nsfw part 1

Females dni plz

Warning:nsfw

Chuck shurley god

"I can't believe Becky called us here just so she could see Sam like wtf we have things to do" I thought to myself as we head inside "but I could use this time to have some fun" thinking to myself I could tell the boys were confused as they took in their surroundings but I knew right away what was going on and I find it wonderful how laughable their faces are and as chuck is on stage I think to myself "now or never I can't wait to see his reaction" and I use my magic to touch just faintly against his tip he twitches but thinks nothing of it just like everyone else and I keep doing it getting more reactions from him that the audience doesn't seem to notice he is really good at holding in his reactions "well then we will just have to try something else" I think then I use my magic to stroke his length and push against his rim not wanting to pass it but just wanting to tease him he let's out a groan and covers it with a chuckled choke almost which gets me smirking to myself and he looks at me and I hear his voice in my head "stop it" and so I put into his mind "make me" and with that he starts playing with my hole and tip making me suck in a breath then grit out to sam and dean "I'm going to the bathroom" and then run out knowing I can't hold in noises when he pleasures me and I'm hoping that he gets the q&a over with but I know it will be another 15 at least and so I hide in the bathroom locking the main door behind me and I try to keep quiet while he continues to play with me now starting to twist my nipples and everytime I get close to cumming he either stops touching me or squeezes around my base tight not allowing me to cum while he's not there with me to enjoy it luckily that only happened twice before I hear the door unlock and see him walk through and he sees me kneeling on the floor looking wrecked and being flush red with my hands stuck behind my back since he didn't want me to touch myself and cum he pulls me up and bring me into a stall then he pushes me back to my knees and unbuckling and unzipping his pants and dulling them down only enough to take out his enormous dick already hard from me teasing him and him imagining what I looked like we don't speak so I know he wants us not to talk since it might get us caught "I know you've been bad but I want you to suck" he thinks into my mind making me almost drool and I grab his dick and put the tip in my mouth sucking lightly then he puts his hands on my head and grabs my hair tight and pushes my head down to his pubes and holding me there until I almost pass out then he takes me off and watches as I pant and hold onto his legs with my head against his thigh then he lifts my head up and pushes it back toward his dick and this time I go all the way down by myself but I keep moving only slowly until he starts moving my head faster by his grip on my hair I can feel it hitting the back of my throat but luckily I don't have a gag reflex and he knows that he's always known just like I've always known he was God from the first moment I saw him I could feel the power dripping off of him no matter how hard he tried to hide it and now he was using that power to fuck me senseless and it was working I could barley think by the time he was pulling my mouth off his dick which is still hard telling me he hasn't cum yet then I hear in my mind "get up and stand against the wall I wanna be inside you already" and I obey then I also hear "always obeying just like my good little bitch should" and my knees go weak from hearing those words and I feel him unzipping my pants and he pulls them down along with my boxers to sit around my ankles and he pins me against the door spreading my legs apart and he makes lube appear then he lubes up his fingers and starts by sticking just one in and I start to make a noise but is stopped by his hand latching around my throat cutting off me from making any noises and he sticks in another finger roughly scissoring me open while he bites the little space of skin that is now uncovered.

[ppersonna]

swipe right - jjk | m

“ i wanna ruin our friendship. we should be lovers instead. i don't know how to say this, cause you're really my dearest friend “ - jenny, studio killers

♡ summary-  after a horrible breakup, you sign back up for tinder and ironically match with your best friend, jungkook. a date for fun is harmless, right?

♡ genre- best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, jk is a minecraft streamer, brother namjoon, brother-in-law jimin, namjoon is kind of a himbo stay at home dad ngl, ex-boyfriend seokjin (mentioned but doesnt show up)

♡ word count- 9k

♡ warnings- mentions of a bad breakup (smh seokjin wtf??), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (u know the business folx), oral sex (m receiving), teasing, SO MUCH BODY WORSHIP, jk is a simp, slight dirty talk, lots of just talking during sex yall it happens, creampie, cum play, praise praise body worship praise, did i mention body worship, tit-fucking, cum eating, i think thats all.

♡ a/n - helloooo and thank you for your wait for this fic! i’m so happy its done and i loved writing it! it’s a little bit different feel for my usual style of writing (smut-wise) so please tell me your thoughts! i didn’t use dom/sub themes OR a daddy kink LMAOOOO praise me please. i hope you enjoy!! pls feel free to comment, chat, message, carrier pigeon, email, mail, WHATEVER U WANT, me. i love u babies. thank you to @kimtaehyunq​ for the sexy banner. and for @xjoonchildx @ladyartemesia​ @untaemedqueen​ for the writing support and idea generation. i would be nothing without my council. and thank you to my beta editors @hobi-gif and @ughseoks​ and @hongism​ for the perusal and help in writing this!

Jungkook is the person you call when your world falls apart.

He answers, voice raspy from the late hour, and the second he asks you what’s wrong, the downpour of torrential tears you’ve been holding back finally escapes and you’re sobbing through the phone that you just lost the love of your life—that he left and with little effort on his part, and a lot on yours.

Jungkook listens to you—his heart aching deep in his chest at hearing the utter heartbreak that’s clear in your voice. You’ve never been hurt like this, and he’s desperate to hold you, to make it go away. He wants to drive over to Seokjin’s house and throw a left hook into his stupid, handsome face for making you feel you weren’t worth it.

Because if there’s anything in the world that Jungkook knows, it’s that you’re worth it. You’re worth everything. Add up all the money and all the gold in the entire world, and it still doesn’t meet a fraction of what you’re worth to him.

“Where are you?” He asks as he cradles the phone against one arm and pulls on his jeans.  

You sniffle. “Jungkook, it’s 3 am.”

“So? I was up playing Minecraft,” He lies. “Where are you?”

You can’t help but laugh the tiniest bit, a sliver of warmth wrapping itself around your raw and exposed heart. Like a balm to a flesh wound. It doesn’t heal it, not yet.

“I’m at our park.”

Jungkook smiles as he grips the phone back in his hand. The park. The place you and Jungkook spent your childhood playing make-believe games, and formative teenage years loitering around smoking clove cigarettes to look cool.

“Give me five minutes, okay?”

You nod, even though he can’t see you. 

“Okay.”

Jungkook arrives with two minutes to spare. His beat up Nissan that he insists is “vintage” and “priceless” idles next to you.

He can see you through the darkened glass of your car—your mascara is running down your face, tears streaked through your flawlessly applied makeup.

You still look so beautiful.

And it angers Jungkook that all that time you spent looking good for Seokjin meant nothing to him.

He motions for you to come over, pats the passenger seat next to him and smiles as he watches you open the door and slide into the security of his familiar car.

“You cleaned your car,” you murmur as you notice a severe lack of McDonald’s trash.

He sniffs haughtily. 

“The trash added character.”

Jungkook doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Instead, he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling you as close to him as he can get you. The instant his arms wrap around your body, the floodgates open again and your once-quieted tears turn back into full-fledged sobs.

“I loved him,” you gasp through the pain in your throat.

He rubs your back, pats your hair gently, soothing you the way he has for years now. Through every breakup, through every family fight with your older brother Namjoon, through all the mean girls in high school. Jungkook is the north star—always consistent, always guiding you back to safety.

“I know, babe,” he sighs. “You deserve someone who’s going to treat you right, who’s not just going to give up when things get hard.”

You choke back a cry against his Patagonia hoodie and bury your face further into the crook of his neck. He smells like Old Spice and the shampoo he uses, along with the smell of laundry soap you buy for him—he uses dish soap when he runs out and nearly broke his washing machine last time.

“I thought he was the one. I’m so stupid.”

Jungkook swallows hard. Tonight is about comforting you, not about feeling sorry for himself that you’re his best friend and not his girlfriend. He can’t help but think of what kind of life he would give you. He knows it’s one that wouldn’t end with you crying in a parking lot at 3 AM.

“You’re not stupid, you just loved him. And there’s nothing stupid about loving someone, even if it doesn’t work out,” he sighs as he cradles your head against him. It feels right having you there, pressed up against him and seeking comfort from the solace of his arms.

“Let’s go get a milkshake, yeah?” He asks as you pull your head up and look at him with sad, glassy eyes.

“Yeah,” you nod after a moment of staring.

Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with love, with hope. It makes the desperate, alone feeling inside you—disappear. Jungkook presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then starts the shaky ignition of his car, that takes three cranks of the key before it turns over.

He sends you a look, a laugh evident on your face.

“Don’t even start,” he warns. “The engine is fine.”

“Whatever you say,” you snort as you wipe an errant tear from your face.  

“It’s a certified classic car! I could get millions for this baby!”

As the weeks pass, the pain of losing Seokjin becomes further and further from your mind. You can get through the day without crying anytime you see something that reminds you of him and even start flirting with others without feeling like you’re cheating.

You just still haven’t reached the point where dating someone else even feels possible. You’re terrified of allowing someone close to you, letting them into a place where you’re inviting them to possibly hurt you. You’re not sure your heart is ready for it. 

“I think you’re just scared,” your older brother Namjoon states as he warms up a bottle of milk in boiling water. 

He cradles his new baby in one arm while the other works at the bottle of milk. 

“I’m not scared,” you huff. “I just don’t think it’s the right time.” 

Namjoon sighs and hands the gurgling newborn baby off to you and readies the bottle for you to feed your new niece, Jisoo. 

“Look, Seokjin sucks, okay? I know you two were together for some time, but in the end, he wasn’t the right one for you. There’s someone out there who is the right one for you. You know how many shit frogs I had to kiss before I got my prince?” 

You make a face as you feed Jisoo, who happily sucks and gazes at the lights above. 

“You call Jimin a prince?” 

Namjoon sighs dreamily as he watches the baby and thinks of his husband. 

“The dreamiest prince,” he breathes, eyes closed in bliss. “But back to your problems. I think you should get back out there. Go on some dates, meet some people. No one is telling you to fall in love and get married tomorrow. Just go have some fun.” 

You allow Namjoon’s words to mull through your mind. What could be the harm in joining a few dating sites, perhaps spending some time at the gym or grocery store flirting with someone cute?

“Fine,” you say. “I’ll think about it.” 

“Good. I can’t be the only one giving our parents grand-babies. Soo needs a cousin.” 

You smile down at the tiny bundle in your arms and imagine a future where you have a baby of your own. 

“Okay, I’m not trying to get knocked up, Joon.” 

“Whatever,” he sighs. “Help me choose a wall color for me and Jimin’s new master bathroom.” 

Tinder’s changed since the last time you used it, years ago. It’s gone from any semblance of dating to strictly an app used to get laid. 

It’s discouraging swiping through all the obvious fuckboys. Sure, a quick and easy lay sounds great, but you’re also trying to go out and enjoy real, traditional dates, and it seems none of these guys want to step foot outside of a bedroom. 

The swiping left becomes almost monotonous. You’re sitting on your couch, watching some documentary about serial killers, when a startling profile pops up on your Tinder feed. 

The picture that pops up is... Jungkook. You can’t stop the bubble of laughter that leaps from your chest. His profile is so authentically Jungkook that you’re swiping right before you even know it. 

Your brain doesn’t even comprehend what a match with Jungkook means, really. You’re still laughing as you click on the bubble to message him and send him as many laugh emojis as you can. 

“Hey guys, what’s up, Kookie here with another Let’s Play Minecraft video for ya. Be sure to like and subscribe if you enjoy this kind of content.”

Jungkook’s headset is firmly wrapped around his head, mic next to his mouth and hands at the ready on his mouse and keyboard. He’s set and in the zone. 

The game is well into play when the familiar chime of his phone goes off. It’s a Tinder notification—he can tell by the sound. He can’t help but roll his eyes, wondering what sort of boring conversation he’s meant to have with a girl who will probably ghost him, anyway. 

He lazily lifts his phone and glances at the notification, before dropping it back to the desk. 

His hand freezes on his mouse as he finally comprehends what he just read. 

He just matched with YOU. 

His best friend. 

His secret, lifelong crush. 

He sputters something into the microphone and stops recording his game, wildly grasping for the phone and unlocking it. 

YN: 😂😂😂😂 is your bio a Minecraft pickup line?!

He pauses, attempts to collect his thoughts, before desperately typing on his screen. 

JUNGKOOK: Why? 😉😏 did it work?

You spend the rest of your night jokingly flirting with Jungkook, sending GIFs and emojis in between the silly lines you’re using on each other. 

Right before you’re about to head to sleep, Jungkook sends one last message. 

JUNGKOOK: What if we went on a date lolol. Haha jk. Unless?? 👀👀👀

Your thumbs hover over the keys to your phone. 

A date with Jungkook? Even though you matched with him, you’ve never thought of a date with your childhood best friend. 

YN: alright, it’s only fair since we matched 😝 show me how you treat these tinder ladies

“I have a date with Jungkook tonight,” you tell your brother, Namjoon, over the phone. 

Over the crying of your newborn niece, you hear Namjoon splutter in confusion. 

“You what!?” He nearly screams. “Jeon Jungkook? Like... the annoying kid you’ve been friends with since fourth grade?”

You huff. 

“He’s not annoying! He’s my best friend. We ironically matched on Tinder and… Well, why the fuck not? Nothing serious is going to happen. We’ll go out and have a story to tell about how incompatible we are.”

Namjoon doesn’t reply. Instead, you hear him speak to his husband. 

“She’s going on a date with Jungkook,” he says over the muffle of his hand on the receiver.

There’s a shuffle, and the dulcet voice of your brother-in-law, Jimin, comes over the line. 

“Girl,” he starts. “What the fuck?”

You chuckle as you move about your closet, trying to decide what’s appropriate to wear on a date with your best friend. 

“It’s nothing!” 

“Mm-hmm,” Jimin tuts. “You know the boy is in love with you.” 

“Okay, Chim, you’ve been spending too much time cooped up with my brother. It’s affecting your grip on reality.”

“Sure, honey. I just tell it like it is. Don’t break his heart.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“I won’t break his heart because there’s nothing there, Jimin.”

“I’ll be expecting your call later.”

“Yes, dad. Love you guys.”

“We love you too, sweetheart. But really, don’t break that poor boy’s heart.”

You open your mouth to retort yet another reassurance that there’s nothing to break, but the line goes dead.

“Fucking Jimin,” you mutter as you throw your phone to the bed.

You can’t allow yourself to think that Jungkook might have feelings for you. It’s totally out of the questions. He’s your best friend. The guy who shoves Cheetos up his nose to make you laugh and falls asleep during every movie night with his face in the popcorn bowl. He’s just Jungkook. This date is just a funny way to hang out.

So, why do you care so much about what you wear?

You’re still standing in front of your closet, attempting to find something respectable to wear. It doesn’t matter that the last time Jungkook saw you; it was with mascara streaming down your face and a hoodie from Namjoon’s college swimming days and ripped leggings. Jungkook has seen you in nearly everything you wear, so your indecisiveness gives you pause.

Do you want Jungkook to be attracted to you? Do you want to do your best to look as presentable as you would for a normal date?

The thudding of your heart tells you that maybe you’re more interested in this being a date than you’re allowing yourself to believe.

You shake all thoughts off. 

No, you won’t allow yourself to overthink a night that should just be fun.

You settle for a fitted and simple summer dress, tights and heels. Simple, easy, respectable but also showing enough cleavage and sculpt of your ass to ensure you look more dressed up than not.

Perfect.

With one last look in the mirror, you’re ready.

JUNGKOOK: I’m outside!

ME: See you soon!

Jungkook taps his foot anxiously as he sits on the bench outside your apartment. His tight black jeans feel like a second skin on his legs, and the black button-down shirt he’s tucked in makes him rethink his choice of outfit.

Is he too casual?

He’s never really worn something like this around you. This is what Jungkook wears when he wants to seduce. This is what every girl he’s desperately wished was you got to see. The girls who swooned over his messy hair, the way his jeans display his toned thighs, the peek of skin at his throat.

Maybe it’s too much.

Maybe he’s afraid he’ll scare you away.

Maybe he’s afraid you won’t like it.

He’s given no chance to ruminate anymore because you’re exiting the building and walking straight towards him.

He doesn’t think he remembers how to breathe.

It’s as if you walk towards him in slow motion. Angels chorus around him and the setting sun sparkles on your face like a spotlight. There’s nothing in the world anymore, nothing but you.

You’re the most beautiful human he’s ever seen in his life.

“Hi,” you smile as you approach him.

He continues to stare, eyes traveling over the soft curves of your cheeks and jaw, trailing down to the way your dress clings just right to each dip of your body. His throat goes dry.

You are without a doubt the girl of his dreams. 

“Jungkook?”

It pushes him out of his reverie, eyes widening as he realizes he’s been staring at you for maybe a few minutes too long to play off as normal.

“Hey!” He coughs, attempting to right himself.

“You okay?” You ask, eyebrow lifted in concern.

“Yeah! Yup! Totally! I’m okay—a-okay, absolutely great.” He internally slaps himself.

“You clean up nice,” you smile as your eyes elevate up and down the lean form of his body.

“Oh?” He asks, taken aback. 

In his daze, he never even realized what you’re thinking about him, rather only how intensely he was thinking about you.

“This must be the Jungkook that all the girls in college couldn’t stop begging me to hook them up with.”

His cheeks flame with sudden embarrassment, hand moving to the back of his neck to rub it awkwardly. 

“Ha, yeah,” he swallows. “You look r-really nice too. I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since your brother’s wedding.”

The smile that he’s rewarded with nearly knocks him on his ass. “Thanks! It’s fun to dress up cute again. Jin hated this dress.”

A stab of pain eeks its way into Jungkook’s heart. Seokjin. God, how he hates that man.

“Well, uh, you can wear whatever you want with me!” He assures. 

You loop your arm around Jungkook’s, saddling up to his side as you look at him expectantly.

“Well, are we going?”

Jungkook can’t help but smile at the sparkle in your eye, the way you peer up at him with those soft, cherry lips. He wants to capture them with his own, kiss you until you don’t remember Seokjin’s name ever again.

But he resists.

“Let’s go!”

You never thought you’d admit it to yourself. You never even thought it could happen. 

But the date is everything you’ve ever wanted, and more. 

Jungkook is still Jungkook, still just as silly and easy to talk to as he always is. 

But he’s also charming. Flirtatious, even. He holds doors open for you; he rests his hand on the small of your back as he guides you towards your table at dinner. He feeds you bites of his dessert and lets his eyes linger on the way your lips look wrapped around his fork. 

Jungkook treats you the way you’ve always wanted to be treated. Like someone he wants to cherish for the rest of your combined lives. Someone he wants to take care of, build a future with, enjoy life with.

And as much as it thrills you, it absolutely frightens you. 

It’s when you’re walking down the small river trail together that Jungkook slips his hand into yours and laces your fingers together. The once-steady beat of your heart becomes erratic. He continues chatting—as if holding your hand was a subconscious act for him. He’s knee deep in a story of his Minecraft server when you stop walking, causing him to pause. 

“What’s up?” He asks curiously. 

Your eyes glitter with anticipation, with fear, as you stare at the gorgeous man before you. He looks like a full course meal in his tight jeans and he makes you feel like a princess. You can suddenly see doing life by his side—no longer his platonic best friend, but as his lover and lifelong partner. 

You say nothing. Instead, you simply close the space between you two by grabbing the buttons of his shirt and tugging his lips onto yours. 

“Wha—oh, mmmmmm.”

Jungkook is still for a second as he battles the surprise, but jumps into action and cups your face with his hands, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue past your lips and swirling it around your own. 

Your bodies press close together. He can feel your breasts against his chest and he desperately wants to rip the dress off your body and worship you like he’s always wanted to. 

As soon as the kiss started, it’s over. You’re pulling away with eyes wide with fear.

“I’m sorry, I—I need to go,” you stammer awkwardly.

Jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach.

“What? We were going to get ice cream?”

You can feel tears building in the corners of your eyes. You’re so confused, so unsure of what you’re feeling. You want to stay and kiss Jungkook until you’re clawing at the clothing on his body, pressing kisses to the firm column of his neck. You want to run far away, too scared to admit it to him you’re sure you could love him for the rest of his life.

You can’t lose that friendship. You can’t risk everything you love about Jungkook. He’ll only hurt you the way every boyfriend ever has.

“I don’t really feel well,” you swallow hard as you lie. Jungkook always knows when you’re lying.

His body stiffens.

“Okay, let me walk you home.”

You shake your head, already moving away from the man.

“It’s fine. We’re nearby. I’ll just run or something.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you’ve already turned face and started running the direction away from him.

Jungkook watches, misty-eyed, as the girl of his dreams runs further and further away from him.

You’re sobbing as you finally reach home, out of breath and confused. The phone call to Namjoon is quick.

“Yo,” he says cooly as he answers the phone. His tone changes when he hears your whimpering sobs on the other end.

“Joonie,” you whisper. “I fucked up.”

“Oh god,” Namjoon quickly shuffles and calls his husband over, before putting the phone on speaker.

“What’s happened, baby?” Jimin’s sweet voice asks.

“I—I kissed him,” you sob, holding yourself close in the comfort of the elevator. 

Namjoon and Jimin look at each other with knowing looks.

“We’re on our way over.”

Jimin knows the first order of business is to stop the crying. He places sleeping baby Jisoo in your arms, which quiets your whimpers enough as you cling to the tiny baby. He knows your weakness is sleeping babies.

Namjoon looks on anxiously, hates seeing his little sister upset and with no way to make it better.

Jimin’s been asked to take the lead on this, because he knows his husband's response is to cry as well—he gets emotional anytime he sees her cry. Namjoon agreed, knowing Jimin was better suited for the conversation.

“Tell us what happened,” Jimin asks quietly. You’re rocking the baby gently, sobs turned to sniffles. “Did something go wrong on the date?”

Your eyes peer up at your brother-in-law’s, a wounded look that makes Jimin feel sad. Namjoon clenches beside him, and Jimin lays a hand on his lap to soothe the protective brother.

“No,” you whisper. “That’s the thing. It was an amazing date.”

Jimin watches you curiously, but remains silent to let you continue.

“We had dinner, and we played arcade games and we walked around. And he was so… fuck, he was perfect. It was like dating the guy of my dreams.”

Jimin nods knowingly.

“And it surprised you how much you liked him.”

“Yeah,” you sniffle. “At the end, he was holding my hand and just talking about normal, stupid Jungkook shit, but this time it felt like more. Like, I felt in my heart that I wanted to be the one he always talked to about it. I wanted to be the one he came home to at night.”

Jimin pats your cheek lovingly, the care for his sister-in-law clear in his gaze. 

“You don’t just like him, honey. I think you might even love him.”  

You pull baby Jisoo tighter into your grasp and nod, pathetic tears slipping down your face. 

“I just left him. Like, I ran away from him like an asshole.”

Namjoon grunts and takes a spot next to Jimin. “If he loves you, which I’m sure he does, he’ll still be waiting for you.”

Jimin nods and rests a hand on his husband's back. “But you better have one hell of an apology.”

Jungkook doesn’t answer your phone calls. He doesn’t respond to your texts, snapchats or Instagram DM’s. He doesn’t even look at the TikToks you sent him! It’s becoming infuriating to get in touch with him.

You take matters into your own hands and storm to his apartment after work, the rising tension in your shoulders and stomach full of rocks an indicator of your anxiety about the future of this relationship.

Jungkook opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats. All the carefully crafted words exit your mind at light 

speed and you’re left gasping, wide-eyed at the chiseled body of your best friend.

“Can I help you?” He asks, tone flat.

Ouch.

You push past him into the apartment you know so well. “Yeah, you could start by answering your phone.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and closes the door, then heads back towards the large gaming setup in the living room.

“My apologies for not responding to the girl who literally ran away from me on a date.”

Your cheeks heat uncomfortably as you stand in the center of his living room, arms crossed over your chest. 

“Jungkook, listen. I’m—”

“Please,” he shakes his head as he sits down at the impressive gaming chair. “Save the apologies. I get it.”

“You don’t get it!” You say, exasperated. “You don’t get any of it! That’s why I’m here.”

Jungkook narrows a look at you then stands from his chair. Slowly, he makes his way towards you and stands inches from your face. The proximity of his bare, toned chest to your body makes your throat dry.

“No, you don’t get it.” His voice is threateningly quiet, completely different from his usual chipper tone. 

“Jungkook, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” He quirks his head sarcastically, and you’re struck by the sharp lines of his jaw. “Sorry for running away from the date? Sorry for going on a date? Sorry for making me feel like I had a fucking chance when you kissed me?”

You swallow hard and open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off.

“I’m sorry too. For giving myself way too much hope that this could ever be something. I’m sorry for myself for thinking you’d at least respect me enough to reject me politely.”

“You always had a chance!” You can feel tears building in your eyes and Jungkook feels his heart pound in his chest like a drum.

He scoffs, a harsh and mirthless laugh. “Clearly not.”

“I just—,” you start. “I never saw you like that before and suddenly you became everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It was like getting hit by a train, Kook! Suddenly my best friend turned into the man of my dreams.”

He shakes his head, stepping back away from you.

“I really find it hard to believe you,” he whispers. “I can’t let myself hope.”

“Jungkook, please,” you beg as tears start slipping down your face. “Please believe me.”

“Just leave,” he sighs. “I hate making you cry.”

You want so badly to wrap yourself in his arms, cry into his chest like you always do when you’re hurt. But you stand still, frozen in your shame and embarrassment of hurting your best friend so badly.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, before you spin around as quickly as you can and leave Jungkook’s apartment in a flurry.

He watches as the door slams behind you, eyes full of sadness and regret. As much as he wants to believe you, have faith in every word you said, he can’t allow himself to get his hopes up again.

He can’t watch you run away from him again.

“Welcome back to Kookie’s Wild Weekly Walkthrough!” Jungkook cheers as enthusiastically as he can through his microphone. “The weekly segment where I react to your Minecraft worlds!”

Jungkook needed to dive back into streaming to take his mind off of you. He hasn’t left his apartment in days, only subsisting on takeout and coffee. At least he was making more money and his subscribers didn’t seem to mind the up-tick in content.

“Tonight I’ll be walking through a creation sent by,” he squints at the username. “‘Kookiesgal95’ Aww that’s cute.”  

He readies the content and starts his camera as he watches the YouTube link. His subscribers love his reaction videos—it’s a highly requested segment.

The video starts off easily, a generic Minecraft world that looks like a park.

“Hi Kook.”

The voice that reverberates through his headphones makes him pause the video quickly, wide-eyed with recognition.

It’s you. He’d know that voice from a million others. 

Shit. He’s going to have to edit so much of this clip. He’s staring at the screen as if he’s just seen a ghost.

Unsteadily, he clicks play again and watches as you lead him through your Minecraft creation.

“I wanted to recreate something for someone very special in my life.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother to react to this anymore. This entire video is going to be worthless—there’s nothing he can say.

The video pans around the Minecraft setup and he can see what looks like handmade swings and merry go rounds.

“It took me a really long time to do this and an embarrassing amount of help from some twelve-year-olds on the internet.”

He laughs and is stunned by the wet tears rolling down his cheeks. He hadn’t realized he was crying.

“I re-created a park that is really special to my best friend and I.”

He feels his chest tighten and relax. The park. 

“This is the spot where he held me when my dog died when I was nine. I still miss that dog.”

The view is on a spot next to a blocky oak tree. Jungkook remembers that day, remembers your heartbroken sobs as he whispered words of comfort to you. He misses that dog, too. 

“This is where he and my brother got in a fight when we were eleven, because my brother called me a stupid-head. My best friend has always been protective of me, even from my own big brother.”

He can still remember pushing Namjoon around after hearing him call you names. He pushed Namjoon over and threatened to use his “big muscles” if he did it again.

The camera pans to an enormous structure, rather sloppily made, of a slide and monkey bars.

“This is where we first shared a joint in high school. I coughed a lung up and he ran down the street to a gas station at ten pm to get me a bottle of water even though I told him I was okay,”

The memory of the bewildered 7-11 employee plays through his mind. The man watched as a very stoned, very out of breath, Jungkook paid for a bottle of water in coins.

The video continues playing, moves towards what appears to be a parking lot made of cobblestone blocks.

“This is where he held me when my world fell apart.”

The break-up. The way you cried and cried and cried in his arms and he held you as if you were the only thing left on Earth. 

“This is where he reminded me I’m worthy of love, that I’m not broken. This is where he held me like I was delicate, but treated me like I was unbreakable.”

His tears don’t stop. Jungkook feels his heart thundering in his chest like a summer storm. 

He can hear your sniffles through the recording of the video—you were crying too. It pans around to the swing set.

“And this is where I’ll tell him everything, tonight. Where I’ll tell him how deeply I love him and how I want to make him the happiest guy in the world. In all of Minecraft and beyond. I hope he comes.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother turning his camera off.

Instead, he’s running to change out of his three-day-old clothes and bolt out the door.

The creaky, rusty metal of the swing set is deafeningly loud in the silence of your park.

It’s dark, just a few street lights around to illuminate the perimeter, but it’s otherwise only lit by the moon.

It’s getting cold. You shiver in your hoodie and kick at the dirt under your swing. 

Maybe he didn’t see the video. Maybe he wasn’t going to show.

Maybe it was too late.

You spent hours working on the Minecraft world, staying up at all hours of the night to build and craft a poor re-creation of this park. The twelve-year-olds on Reddit had been invaluable and Namjoon definitely made fun of you for your creative assistants. But it had all been worth it. 

“Fuck,” you speak out loud to no one, as you try to warm your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “It’s cold.”

“You should have brought a jacket.”

The sudden voice from behind startles you. You hop off the swing and whip around to face  down the intruder.

Jungkook.

He looks so good. He’s wearing a thick coat and tight jeans. Your eyes take a delicious journey from head to toe.

He can’t help but preen at your blatant appreciation. He enjoys knowing you’re attracted to him, at least physically.

“You came.”

He nods and takes a nervous step towards you. He’s still far away, more than an arm's-reach away. You’re desperate to bring him closer, to pull him tight against your body and wrap yourself around him. You never want to be without his gentle touch again.

“I felt pretty compelled to come after you made all this in Minecraft for me.” He cracks a wry smile, a boy-ish grin that makes your heart flutter.

“It took me twenty-five hours and some teenagers to help.”

He laughs, a beautiful sound that warms you. “I’m sure they were ecstatic to help.”

You chew at the inside of your cheek, nervous at what he thinks about your in-game confession.

“Did you mean it?” He asks. He steps closer—one more step.

“Every word.”

His eyes are searching yours for the truth, desperately diving into the depths for validity.

“Why did you run away?” Another step.

You swallow hard, heavy tears brimming in your eyes.

“You went from being the silly best friend to being the person I could spend the rest of my life with. It all hit me. It’s always been you.”

One more step and now he’s just within your reach. If you stuck your hand out, your fingers would graze the soft puff of his coat, the delicate skin of his neck. 

“I’ve always felt that way about you. I never thought you’d feel the same.”

You smile softly, timidly. “It just took me a little while longer to realize it.”

All at once, Jungkook closes the gap and holds you gently by your cheeks. His thumbs wipe at the moisture under your eyes. 

“I promise to never make you cry again,” he whispers reverently. 

“And I promise to never run away from you again.” 

Jungkook smiles at that, cradling your face like you’re the most expensive and precious jewel. 

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks, somewhat unsure of himself. 

“I would like it if you would.”

As Jungkook presses his cold, plush lips to your own, you make a promise to yourself to never go a day without kissing him again. 

“I can’t believe you’re in my bedroom,” Jungkook murmurs as he kisses at your face. After the park, Jungkook loaded you into his priceless Nissan and scurried home. You could hardly keep your hands off him as he drove you back to his place—reaching and caressing the spots on his body you’re dying to become familiar with. 

“I’ve been in your bedroom before,” you remind him as he tugs up the hoodie you’re wearing. 

“God, don’t be so semantic when I’m trying to fuck you,” he says before throwing the hoodie to a corner of the room. “You know what I mean.”

Jungkook kisses you again, all lips and teeth and tongue. He kisses you like you’re the last breath of air, and he’s greedy for every bit. He grips your hips, not too tight, and brings your body against his. You can feel him grow in hardness in his too tight, and it feels like bliss. 

Teasingly, you grind your hips against his, making him shudder with desire.

“I want you,” he whines as he nibbles at your lip. 

“Really? I couldn’t tell.”

He opens his eyes to level a look at you, pulling his mouth away from yours. 

“You’re such a little smartass.”

His hands become feverish on your jeans, tugging apart the button and flicking down the fly. He pushes them down quickly, and you kick them off carelessly. 

He can’t stop looking at you in your bra and panties, standing at the foot of his bed. 

“Holy shit, okay, this is happening, right? Like, this is real?” 

You smirk, pleased with Jungkook’s obvious excitement. 

“Let me prove it’s not just a dream.” 

Softly, you spin Jungkook around and push him down to sit on his bed. He complies easily, eyes wide and excited. 

“If this is a dream, would you be able to feel this?” You ask as you unbuckle  his belt and open his jeans. He doesn’t reply, simply watches you as you tug his jeans down to his thighs. 

His cock strains hard against his tight boxers, and you run a teasing finger over the obvious bulge. 

“Oh fuck,” he breathes. 

“Feels pretty real, huh?”

“Y-yeah.” 

Your delicate hands gently tug at the waistband of his boxers and easily work them down enough to free the length of his cock. It springs out easily and your eyes widen at the impressive size. You assumed he would be at least average, but you’re looking at something definitely more. 

“Oh wow,” you whisper. “You’re fucking huge.” 

Jungkook grins. “All for you, baby.” The cockiness is palpable. 

One solid grip around him wipes the presumptuous smile off his face, replaced with a gasping, shuddering moan. 

“How about this? Not a dream?”

He struggles to find his voice, instead he’s gulping for air like a fish out of water. 

“That’s what I thought,” you whisper before settling into a position on your knees. “I’ll admit, I’ve dreamt about this too. I always felt so ashamed for dreaming about sucking my best friend's cock.”

You press soft kisses to the head of his length, teasing the sensitive areas at the tip before kissing up and down the length. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

His evident desire for you encourages you, and your tongue swipes at the crown of his tip and swirls around it gently. 

“Oh my god.” His eyes shutter closed and you trace the veins in his dick with your tongue. 

“This h-has to be a dreeeaaaaam,” he whines as you make an exceptionally long stripe with the flat of your tongue. 

You pull off for a moment, humming. He springs his eyes open and watches as you reach behind your back and unsnap your bra. Your breasts escape with a bounce and his eyes widen, nearly bulging out of their sockets. 

“What the fuck,” he whines. “You have the most amazing tits.”

He reaches out to grasp them and you slap them away playfully. 

“Not yet,” you smirk. “Still trying to convince you you’re not asleep.” 

He sucks in his breath and puts his hands back to the bed to steady himself, eyes never leaving yours (except to stare at the luscious curves of your body). 

Grasping your breasts in both hands, you smash them together lightly in an elaborate show of what Jungkook wants most. You lean over his body and place the throbbing thickness of his cock in between your tits, allowing him to feel just how soft and warm they are. 

“Shit!” He yelps, grabbing his sheets in a tight fist. “Are you really tit-fucking me right now?!”

Slowly, you lift your body up and down, allowing his cock to feel each stroke of your breasts. You nod at his question and continue to pump up and down. 

“Still dreaming?” 

He whines and shakes his head, already feeling so close to the edge. His cock is slick from your teasing licks and the pressure of your tits surrounding him had his mind spinning with desire. 

“Ahhh, I’m so fucking close,” he warns.

You continue, speeding up the friction and pressure of your strokes. 

“I want you to cum on me, Kook,” you whisper encouragingly. “Cum on my tits, please?”

Jungkook feels like he’s a wire about to snap, and your thick, sultry voice and incredibly perfect breasts are the snips that breaks him apart. 

“Oh, shit,” he grunts. “Gonna paint your titties white, baby.”

His moans echo around the walls of his bedroom, small gasps of pleasure and your name escaping his perfectly plump pout. 

His hot load splatters on your chest, and you stroke him through each pulse of his cock. You’re slippery with his seed now, and when you pull away from his spent length, you make a show of rubbing in his cum over your chest.

“Okay, definitely not dreaming,” he says in a daze as he watches you lift a wet finger to your mouth, popping it in to clean it off. “Who knew you were so fucking kinky?” 

His confidence grows as he catches his breath. He can’t believe he’s sitting on his bed with you on your knees, breasts covered in his load. You’re suckling the cum off your finger like it’s his cock, and he’s desperate for more.

“There are lots of things you don’t know about me,” you shrug. 

Swiftly, he grabs you gently by your bicep and pulls you close, sucking at your lips until you’re both standing. 

“I plan to find out everything.” 

Suddenly, you’re switching positions and Jungkook is pushing you down into the bed. You lay flat in the center, body relaxed and eager for your best friend.

“What are you doing?” You ask. He’s still standing at the end of the bed, watching you get comfortable. Once he’s satisfied that you’re lying exactly how you want, he settles himself by your feet.

“Worshipping you,” he says as he lifts an ankle and presses gentle kisses to your calf. “Showing you how much I adore you.” More kisses, soft and sweet. “Showing you how I plan on treating you for the rest of your life.” 

He takes his time, lavishing your legs with his mouth. He kisses and sucks at any spot, sexual or not. He mouths at the roundness of your knees, your firm hamstrings. He presses his love into the skin of your thighs, mouthing his praises with each kiss. 

He reaches the dip of your hips and he gently kisses your exposed skin as he tugs your cotton panties off you. 

“I have loved every inch of you since before I can remember,” he praises as his lips skim over the mound of your cunt. “And I don’t plan on stopping soon.” 

Your body feels like it’s on fire, as if Jungkook lights a match at every spot his lips press against. Your eyes close, and you allow Jungkook to continue his pious worship of your body. 

He teases around your folds, kissing your labia ever so gently—making you gasp. He doesn’t linger long, only kisses you enough to stir the licking flames of heat in your belly.  

He kisses at your stomach, gently nibbling and laving at the softness there. You try to hide from him, try to hide your insecurities of your body in his thorough exploration, but he moves your hands. 

“I know you don’t like this part of your body,” he murmurs. His voice is so soft, so pure and sincere. “But I do. I love everything about you.” 

His tongue swirls around your belly button, making you gasp at the ticklish sensation. 

“You’re so pretty. So perfect.” 

He continues upwards, lips now trailing to your full breasts. He takes his time there, licking and kissing and flicking at your nipples with his tongue. It feels exhilarating—Jungkook’s mouth feels like everything you want it to feel like. His tongue is warm, and he bites with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the bed into his embrace.

His hands explore, taking stock of every millimeter of skin he can find. He wants to memorize every freckle, every bump, every scar and line. Your body is his paradise, and all he can think of is you, you, you.

One hand travels down your body as he moves his lips up your neck. It snakes down your stomach and deftly slides over your soaked core. You whine as you feel his fingers part your folds and dip into the wetness.

“So wet,” he says out loud, verbalizing every tantalizing detail of your body. “So perfect.”

His lips are finally at your own and you kiss him passionately, tongue swirling around his as he slides his two fingers past your clit and into your drenched hole. You gasp against his mouth, eyes widening as he slowly scissors his fingers into you and pumps slowly. It’s almost teasing, the way he fucks his fingers in you. Slow, firm movements with his powerful hands.

“Jungkook!” You gasp. He doesn’t reply, instead he bites at your lip and tugs, then trails his hot mouth back down to your nipples. He can’t get enough of your breasts and the slightly salty taste of him still lingering.

“You feel so good,” he says as he speeds his fingers up minutely. “So tight and wet for me.”

Your hips writhe in need. He’s giving you what you need, but not enough. You need more, more. You want to feel him, all of him, spearing you open.

“Please, Kook,” you groan. “I need you.”

He laughs softly against your nipple and sucks extra hard, letting it pop out of his mouth audibly.

“And I need you, my love.”

“Fuck me, please.” You’re desperate, thighs quaking from the slow teasing. “I want you to fuck me, Jungkook.”

Chills shudder down Jungkook’s spine and he’s powerless to say no, not when you demand it so well.

“With pleasure,” he agrees. He pulls his fingers from within you and copies your move, sliding them into his mouth to suck your essence off. 

He’s never looked sexier. His eyes are dark chocolate pools of burning intensity, and you feel your breath become shaky as you watch him clean his fingers with precision.

After he’s deemed his fingers sufficiently clean, he settles himself between your legs. Easily, he lifts your hips and shoves a pillow underneath, elevating you to a more comfortable position. He grabs your legs and tosses each over his shoulders so they’re higher in the air. 

“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he promises as he rubs the tip of his cock on your soppy slit. “Condom?”

You shake your head, appreciative of his question but desperate to feel him completely.

“Birth control. Regularly tested. Haven’t had sex in a while,” you blurt out. “You good?”

He nods in agreement. “Same. Well, except the birth control. But, I’d take it if they made it for men.”

“Jungkook!” You whine. Your best friend is so easily sidetracked. “Please, can you fuck me?”

He grins. “Tsk, someone is impatient.”

A low moan is rumbling in your chest as he continues to rub his thick cock at your entrance.

“I swear to god, you’re the biggest tease.”

“Oh, I’m definitely the biggest.”

Before you can react, he’s pushing past your entrance and sliding deep in your walls. Your position makes his cock feel deep, and he bottoms out and stills there, eyes closed in bliss.

“Holy shit,” he gasps. “This is absolutely the best pussy I’ve ever felt.”

You wiggle your hips as you get used to the sensation of the delicious stretch.

“Please don’t tell me how many pussies you’ve felt when you’re balls deep inside of me.”

Jungkook turns his head and kisses at your legs resting on his shoulders, lavishing them with his praise once more as he keeps his cock buried inside your tight heat.

“Yours is the only one that matters. The only pussy I’ll ever be in for the rest of my life.”

“That’s a good answer,” you smile. “Now, fuck me, lover boy.”

Jungkook winks and grips your hips with his hands. He swiftly pulls out, enamored with the way his cock is already covered in your creamy essence, then eagerly pushes back in. He sets a pace and soon the sound of skin clapping on skin echoes around the room.

“Oh god!” You’re moaning loudly, unabashedly. You’re thankful that Jungkook’s old roommate, Yoongi, moved out to live with his boyfriend Hoseok months ago. He’d definitely complain about the noise for months. “Fuck, Jungkook, you feel so good.”

Jungkook fucks into you with ferocity, speed and power gradually rising as he feels his core tighten with the coming anticipation of release.

“Mmm, you look so fucking sexy like this,” he murmurs. “Getting fucked by your best friend’s fat cock.”

He moves a hand from your hip, trails it up your body to squeeze at your breast, before he’s cupping your face once again. His hips snap against yours and he loves the way your mouth utters little squeaks and gasps with each deep thrust into you.

“God, my beautiful girl,” he groans. “Can’t wait to cum in this pussy, shit, you got me so fucking close.”

You open your mouth desperately and Jungkook easily slips his thumb in. You latch on quickly and suck, tongue swirling around the tip like you’re sucking another cock. It nearly sends him over the edge and the speed of his hips matches his desperate need for more.

“Fucking hell,” he bites back. He can feel his belly tighten, driven further and further to the edge by the constricting wetness of your cunt. 

He pulls his thumb out and moves it down to where his cock spears into you, allowing your spit to swirl with his thumb around your clit. Your core tightens around him at the added stimulation and your back arches up in ecstasy.

“I’m so c-close, Kook,” you plead, as if begging for mercy. “Please, I want to cum so bad.”

The speed of his thumb increases, and he watches as your face twists in pleasure and desperation. 

“Cum on my cock, baby, let me see you fall apart. Show me what I’ve dreamt of for so long.”

A high and wanton cry ripples out of your body as he savagely increases his speed, both his cock and thumb working overtime to drive you towards your end. The butterflies that erupt in your lower stomach make your moans louder, higher. You’re so close, closer than ever. It’s building to an incredible crescendo.

He can tell you’re close—he sees it on your face as your back arches and your fists grip his sheets.

“You look like a fucking angel, baby,” he whines as he soaks in the vision of you writhing underneath him. “I bet you cum like an angel, too. Let me see it, let me see.”

With just a few more swirls of his thumb and his deep, hard strokes, you’re soaring over the edge into a pool of nothingness. Your cunt pulsates wildly around his length, milking and stroking it with your tight walls. You throw your head back, moaning out his name at the top of his lungs, letting his neighbors know just who fucks you so well.

“Holy shit,” he gasps, hips stuttering as he fucks into your juicy hole. “That was so fucking sexy.”

You grip his forearms, holding onto him tight and encourage him to go harder. “Cum inside me, Kookie, please. I’m all yours, make me yours.”

His heart feels like it might burst in his chest. He’s always wanted you to say it to him, to hand over your love to him like he does so easily to you. It’s all so much, so overwhelming, and the feeling of your hot cunt still fluttering around him sends him reeling into his own completion. 

He spills into you, warm seed coating your walls and pooling inside your womb. He fucks himself through each throb of his cock until he’s sure he’s drained every ounce of himself into you.

Your legs slip off his shoulders easily, and he gently pulls himself out of you. He falls beside you, panting with exertion, and wraps an arm around you.

After a few silent moments of catching your breath, Jungkook pulls you in close to him until he can koala-cling to you, arms and legs both wrapped around your body.

“Mine,” he whispers as he kisses your head. “All mine.”

You return the favor, clinging to your best friend—boyfriend—like he’s your only lifeline.

“All yours.”

“So, you’re telling me, you got together because of Minecraft?” Jimin asks, pointing a fork in your direction. It’s been months now since your grand virtual declaration of love for Jungkook. Months of bliss and romance, laughter and companionship. 

You were right all along. Jungkook is everything you’ve wanted in a man and more.

You’re sitting at your brother’s expensive dinner table, enjoying a meal with his family with your boyfriend at your side.

“Yeah, Jimin, I guess that’s what I’m saying,” you retort as you roll your eyes. “Minecraft and Tinder.”

Baby Jisoo is awake and in your brother’s arms, but she’s whining and wiggling to leave him.

“What’s wrong, Soo?” Namjoon asks with a pout on his lips. “Why don’t you want daddy anymore?”

Jimin snorts at his husband and you hold out your arms for your baby niece. “Come here, baby, I know you want auntie.”

Namjoon dutifully hands over his daughter, sulking that he’s been picked over for his sister. 

You cradle the baby in your arms, expecting her to calm once she’s there, but she continues to fuss. She’s thrusting her arms out and nearly crying, reaching towards Jungkook who’s busy chowing down on Jimin’s homemade ramen.

“I think she wants you, Kook,” you murmur. He looks at you, then to the baby, then back to you, before he wipes his hands and face clean with a napkin.

“Oh, okay,” he whispers, slowly taking the baby from your arms with your help. “Hello, ma’am.”

Namjoon and Jimin laugh. “She’s a baby, Jungkook, not an elderly woman,” your brother teases.

Jungkook doesn’t listen. He’s too busy cooing at the baby in his arms and playing with her tiny hands. Namjoon turns his attention away and looks at you.

“Guess I won’t be the only provider of grandchildren for much longer.”

You playfully glare at him and turn away to watch your boyfriend. Watching Jungkook interact with your niece makes your heart swell, your soul sing. He’d be a perfect father.

“I swear, if he teaches her how to play Minecraft, he’s banned from the household,” Jimin grumbles. “This is a No-Nerd-Zone.”

Jungkook cradles the child and rocks back and forth, singing her a soft, made-up song, before he looks over at you.

“Hey, I want one of these,” he smiles. “Can we have one?”

You lay a hand on your stomach, a soft bump not quite visible yet. It’s only been one test, the lines faintly indicating ‘positive’ on the stick. You wanted to make sure, get confirmation before you spill the beans.

“Sure, Kookie.”

He grins and leans over to kiss you, before turning his attention back to the baby. “Okay, Jisoo, now let me tell you all about the Endermen.”

Jimin groans. “Oh my god, do not give Minecraft facts to my infant!”

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[rafescoke]

Jealous ; Rafe Cameron

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Rafe finds himself being jealous over his friends with benefit flirting with a certain blonde boy

Warnings: Straight smut, angst, cursing, alcohol consumption, jealous Rafe

A/N: i am so sorry JJ for making you the second choice for almost every fic ever i still ly :( anyways thank you for 380+ followers wtf you guys are beyond amazing <3 here’s the smut you guys have been craving for:

“You’re handsome.”

“Oh yeah?” JJ smiled, showing her his pearly white teeth. “You’re not too bad, (Y/N).”

“Just not too bad?” She glowered, and leaned closer onto the blonde boy. He stared into her eyes, feeling her body heat now that she was too close to him, and he could smell her sweet scent. She reminded him of an ice cream during a hot day.

“Fine,” he huffed, and watched as her mouth morphed into a smile. “You look hot, (Y/N).”

“Thank you,” she giggled, placing a soft kiss against his cheeks as he laughed along with her, putting his arms around her.

(Y/N) never really had anything with JJ, being friends with him since god knows when, but she wasn’t cool with his other friends. He was there for her, and she was there for him, but they weren’t what people would call as best friends.

“Where’s the boyfriend?” JJ asked, a glint in his eyes. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at this, being done explaining to him that she’s not dating Rafe Cameron and will never be. They were the total opposite; he’s a kook, and she’s a pogue.

“JJ, I don’t know what to explain anymore,” she grunted, resting her back against the lawn chair as she watched the partygoers dancing to the booming music. “He is not my boyfriend.”

“You’re always out with him,” he shrugged, and (Y/N) gulped before she could answer him. After being Rafe’s friend with benefits for 5 months now, she didn’t think anyone would notice their relationship. They did everything in their power to keep themselves lowkey, but here JJ was; spilling everything.

“I won’t judge, you know,” he said, and gave her a sly smirk. “I get it if you like a kook.”

(Y/N) laughed nervously, and then proceeding to cup his face in her small hands. Her breath hitched at how adorable he looked in her hands, and she felt the urge to kiss his cheeks.

“I’m not even friends with him,” she rolled her eyes, and JJ swung his arms around her one more time, this time pulling her close. They stayed in silence for a few seconds before JJ pointed to a couple by the fire, saying a joke, and (Y/N) had laughed from the punchline.

She didn’t know it was the humour or the alcohol taking over after how many shots of vodka since the start of the party. Whatever it was, she truly enjoyed JJ’s presence; her childhood friend.

Rafe Cameron entered the party with a brunette girl he owed his father to bring, and he had never looked so miserable being in a party before. People looked at them as they made their entrance, and Rafe almost let out an annoyed groan knowing that people will talk about him and whatever the name of the girl was.

His eyes swept over the swarm of dancing bodies to look for a particular (H/C) haired girl, but she was nowhere to be seen. He sighed, continuing to walk to where they served the drinks.

“Thanks for bringing me here, Rafe,” the girl said, and Rafe nodded, not wanting to make any unnecessary conversation with her. He tried to negotiate with Ward, saying how the business will still go on without him having to take whoever this girl is to the party, but Ward had insisted him to do so, saying how he should think about making his family proud.

Rafe grunted, and his feet moved towards the backyard. He was glad the girl didn’t try to follow him after seeing her friends, and he didn’t think he would even talk to her if she did. He didn’t know what he want; he was just as confused as everyone else.

“You think so?”

His head perked up at the sound of her familiar voice, and Rafe found himself searching for her small figure. His eyes passed the couple making out by the fire, some pogue munching on a burger, someone preparing to jump into the pool and then -

Her. And JJ.

He crossed his arms, his eyes not leaving her as he watched her laughed again, her head tilting to one side. Every time Rafe would tell her a joke she would do the same thing, and Rafe felt a minor pang of hurt across his heart after knowing that she did the same with JJ as well.

“You know I would love to, J,” (Y/N) said, running her fingers through his blonde hair. “But your friends just don’t like me.”

“They do!” JJ insisted, “They just think you’re too intimidating. I don’t know what they’ll think about you if they know you’re with Rafe.”

Rafe raised his brows at the sound of his name, but before he could express a proper reaction, he heard her speak.

“JJ, enough with his name,” she groaned, “I don’t like Rafe, and I will never like him.”

Rafe almost laughed at this because god, who does she think she is? She was begging for him every time they did the ungodly activity, pulling his hair and leaving scratches behind his back. Rafe had to explain to Topper and Kelce how it was Sarah’s new kitten that had scratched him when they went out for surfing, and they didn’t even have any pets.

He listened intently again, getting more amused every second. Although he wanted to hear more of their conversation, he couldn’t deny the hurt coursing through his veins at the sound of her voice practically hating on him. He didn’t know if it was an act or if it was the truth, but he didn’t like anything about it.

“Then be with me,” JJ mumbled, and Rafe watched as she nervously laughed as if that was the funniest thing in the world. Rafe stayed quiet, wanting to hear her reply to that plea, and his heart was beating so fast.

“You’re cute,” she suddenly said, pressing a slow kiss against his cheeks again. “I’m so glad I have you in my life.”

Was that a yes? Or was that a no? Rafe cursed in his mind, not having a clue about the truth behind what she just said, and before he could process it further, the girl that he came here with tugged on his arms, catching his attention.

He clicked his tongue, “Yeah?”

“I want you to meet my friends,” she smiled, and proceeded to pull him to her group of friends who were waiting by the corner. Rafe tried to maintain his grim smile, trying to figure out how in the hell this girl did not notice the obvious signs that he was trying to show;

He was not interested.

“Here’s Rafe,” she exclaimed to her friends, and continued to introduce them to him. He smiled weakly at them, not really hearing their names, his mind wandering to a certain girl a distance away.

“Rafe?”

“Huh?” He looked at her again, “What is it?”

“They’re asking if you’re joining the truth or dare game in a few minutes,” she replied, and she had a look that wanted him to say yes.

“No,” he shrugged, and he watched as her shoulders slump. “But we can stay, I guess.”

She cheered, and Rafe used almost all of his energy not to mutter anything back, and followed her to the middle of the party where everyone started to gather for whatever middle school games they were planning to play.

He sat right next to hear, flicking his lighter on and off, not paying any attention towards his surrounding until she heard the familiar laugh again.

(Y/N) giggled at something JJ had said, walking towards the circle and sitting opposite of Rafe. They didn’t notice his presence, being too caught up with each other, and Rafe watched as she laughed again. He gritted his teeth.

“Who’s playing?” A voice suddenly spoke, and Rafe assumed him to be the host of the party. He thought of how the party sucks and he could hold a better party than this, but when she saw (Y/N) saying that she will be playing, he knew he had to be in the same game as her too.

“I’m playing,” he said, and watched as the people around him stared at him. (Y/N)’s eyes widened at the voice and she quickly looked at his direction, and he watched as she tried to contain her shocked expression.

“Okay, we have enough people playing,” the host said, “We’ll start with. . . John B, wanna choose first?”

“Yeah,” John B sat up straighter, looking around the circle until his eyes landed on his best friend. “JJ, truth or dare.”

JJ put on the smirk Rafe hates, “Easy. Truth.”

The crowd groaned and some booed, but JJ still had the smirk on his face, yelling to the crowd that he was just trying to calm everyone’s nerves.

“Okay,” John B rubbed his hands together, “Who would you like to fuck in this room?”

The room fell silent as their attentions were on JJ, and JJ laughed before replying the question.

“Seriously? I thought you’re going to ask for my bank account or something, not that I have money in it. But (Y/N). I’ll fuck (Y/N).”

Rafe found himself gritting his teeth, staring straight at the girl who was also staring back at him. She had a teasing smile on her face and Rafe had to stop himself from pulling her out of this goddamn party and into his car.

“I’ll go with (Y/N). Truth or dare?”

He watched her again, his heartbeat quickening.

“Dare,” she shrugged, and the crowd cheered, finally getting any actions they were craving since the start of the party. Rafe sat up straight, wanting to see to what extend she would do something, and he would be lying if he says he wasn’t nervous.

“I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.”

(Y/N) stood up from her seat, walking away from JJ and towards Rafe. He widened his eyes, not sure if she would actually do it or if she was messing with him, but she was clearly walking towards him and everyone knows it.

She leaned onto him and Rafe swore he could feel his heart stopping. He could smell her scent now; that goddamn cupcake smell he loves so much.

“You’re drooling,” she whispered, and turned on her heels.

She proceeded to return back to her position and kissed JJ with all of her heart and the crowd cheered, but Rafe was trying to calm himself down. He felt his anger rising, being humiliated just like that in front of everyone.

He stood up, ignoring the girl beside him’s questions and continued to walk upstairs, leaving the stupid game downstairs to smoke and probably snort some coke in his pocket. He didn’t know anyone here that much, being in a party outside of Kooksville and only knowing the pogues, but he’s not friends with them so he was totally alone in this case.

He entered a guest bedroom and proceeded to climb onto the bed, taking out his stash and unfolding a dollar from his back pocket.

“Hey.”

Rafe jumped to his feet, shocked to his core from the sudden voice, but he relaxed when he saw (Y/N), though he didn’t show it. He continued to separate the powder into lines, rubbing his nose a few times.

“Where’s the boyfriend?” He asked, sniffing and lowering his head to inhale the intoxicating substance. He threw his head back, feeling warm, and looked at her again.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, being questioned with “where’s the boyfriend?” almost two times now on the same night, and crossed her arms.

“You have no power to be mad at me, Rafe,” she said, and walked closer to him. He watched as she leaned onto him like she did downstairs a few minutes ago, “You’re not my fucking boyfriend, and you know it.”

Rafe laughed, his head getting woozy, but he couldn’t deny the amusement he was feeling at that time, and god he felt like doing the most filthiest things to her.

“And if I want to fuck JJ,” she continued, her face so close to him that her voice was just above a whisper, “Then I’m allowed to.”

“Oh yeah?” He raised his eyebrows, and he stared into her eyes with a smirk tugging on his lips. “You wanna fuck him? He can fuck you better than I can?”

Her breath hitched as he trailed his pointer along her soft cheeks from the temple, and he whispered again, this time with his face so close she could feel the heat from his breathing.

“I’m asking, baby, can he?”

One thing that (Y/N) hate was being challenged, and the look that Rafe gave her fit that exact meaning.

Before she could mutter anything else he attached their lips, moving so fast she didn’t have time to catch a breath. He pushed her over so her back was against the bed, her chest heaving, and Rafe had never looked prouder when he saw her in that state.

“Wanna be a bitch again?”

“Maybe,” she answered, with that twinkling in her eyes.

“Wrong answer,” he replied, and kissed her roughly again, hearing her moans and her fingers pulling on his already unkept hair, making them more messier. He groaned when he felt her biting on his lips, knowing that he would have to create a new lie to Topper and Kelce on why his lips are all bruised.

He pulled her apart again, this time with both of their chests heaving, and Rafe swore he had never looked at someone more beautiful than the girl before him. His eyes trailed down to her chest, seeing her breast all pushed up and her nipples hard against the cold air.

He licked his teeth, “No bra?”

“No-pe,” she giggled, emphasising on the ‘ope’. She inched closer to his ear, “Making it easy for you.”

“Thanks, baby,” he replied before kissing her fully on her lips again, and slowly going down to her core. He placed his wet kisses from her neck to her stomach and down to the aching heat as she arched her back from the tingling feeling, placing her palm against her mouth to silence herself.

He continued to place soft kisses on the outer side of her pussy, his member hardening when he could see the wet mark on her panties. He watched as she bit her lips, closing her eyes from just the kisses.

“Beg,” he whispered, and (Y/N) looked up from her laying position, feeling like dying at the slow reaction from him. She groaned, desperate for her release, and bit her lips.

“Please, Rafe,” she begged, withering as he ran his fingers along her thighs. “Please, baby, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

Before she could prepare herself he dipped in, collecting her juices with hid tongue and flicking back and forth on her clit. She couldn’t contain her voice anymore, whimpering and moaning his name as he continued to please her, liking the way she was so submissive under his touch.

Just like putty.

“Oh my god, you’re amazing,” she gasped, gripping onto the sheets with her fingers. “I’m close, Rafe, oh my god.”

He chuckled against her core, sending vibrations throughout her body and causing her to yell from the overwhelming pleasure, gripping on the sheets even harder she could feel it coming undone from the mattress. She could feel the familiar euphoric feeling inside of her stomach and arched her back to reach it, until-

“Rafe!”

“Huh?” He looked up to her, innocently wiping his mouth with the back of his hands as he crawled back go her. He gave her a smile, “What’s wrong baby?”

“I was so close,” she answered, with tears in her eyes. Rafe tutted, using his thumb to wipe a tear that escaped, and proceeded to press the thumb on her clit, causing her to jerk upwards in shock.

“You’re okay, baby?”

“You’re a dick,” she answered, and jerked again as he pressed his thumb into her one more time. “The biggest dickhead I’ve ever met.”

“Yeah?” He raised his brow, and placed a soft kiss against her lips. “Should I go then?”

He made a move to go away and without any shame she pulled his by his wrist back, not letting go until he chuckled, placing himself before her again.

“Answer me one question,” he whispered, and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Me or JJ.”

“You.”

“Who?”

“You, Rafe.”

“Not my name,” he said in a sing-song voice, and proceeded to fake-yawn.

“You, daddy.”

He watched her with a smile on his face, leaning closer and pressing a kiss ok her cheeks one more time. “And will you be good to me?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Rafe was harder than ever, he could basically cum just by seeing her all worked up under him. His breathing was heavy, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck the girl before him.

“Okay, then,” he sighed, and before she could process anything he turned her over, exposing her ass to the air as the skirt she wore rode up to her waist, and (Y/N) felt a rush of cold against nipping on her skin.

She yelped as she felt his palm made contact with her cheeks, spreading his fingers and massaging them right after. He liked the colour of her skin now, all red, just because of him.

He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his boxers down, letting his member springing free and watched as his precum pooled on his tip, and quickly positioned himself before her.

“Please,” she begged, and that was enough for Rafe to push into her, closing his eyes and muttering a curse word while he felt her closing on him.

“Fuck, so good for me, baby,” he swore, fastening hid movements. The girl was practically screaming under him, and he had to place his hands against his mouth to keep her shut. He groaned, feeling the warm feeling inside him growing.

“Shut up, you bitch.”

She moaned at his words, taking a liking at the way he downgrades her since the first they had sex, and pulled on his hair as she tried to comprehend the euphoric feeling inside her.

“I’m close,” she warned, tugging on his back as he pushed into her, this time with a faster speed than before. “Fuck, I’m so close, baby-”

“Cum and I’ll fucking kill you,” he groaned, pushing himself into her that he ended up balls-deep, watching her scrunched up face trying to take his full length. He grunted, feeling his own end nearing, and getting ready to pull out.

“Fuck!” He yelled, aiming his penis at her face as he shot his load, and she could feel the hot leaks dripping off her face down to her neck. She didn’t reach her high, not wanting to disobey Rafe before, and she felt like crying her hardest.

“You’re crying now?” He laughed, cupping his face with his hands and watched as his cum dripped from her eyebrows down to her eyes, and he took the chance to clean them using his fingers before placing them before her eyes.

“Suck.”

“Fuck you,” she said, her eyes glassy.

“I said,” he leaned closer, placing his knee against her core and watched her jerked again, “Suck.”

She gritted her teeth and took his fingers into her mouth, tasting him and making lewd noises. Rafe watched her with his mouth slightly parted, his eyes a shade darker.

“You’ve been a good girl, princess,” he smiled, and made a move to hold her. She pushed his hands away and he laughed, “Tell me what do you want.”

“I want you to fuck off.”

“Really?”

She bit her lips, not wanting to answer his question. In truth, she wanted nothing but for him to fuck her like it was their last day on earth.

“You still want me to fuck off when I do-” he inserted a finger inside her and she grunted, “This?”

“Y-yeah,” she answered, biting her lips.

“Are you sure? Even when I do-” he inserted another finger, “This?”

“F-fuck, yeah,” she gripped the sheets, feeling the familiar feeing knotting in her stomach again for the third time.

“Really?” He sighed, and took his fingers out, pretending to wipe them on his shirt. “Guess I’ll go. Respect the lady, you know?”

“Fuck you,” she said, and Rafe chuckled when she took ahold of his fingers and inserting them into her by herself, arching herself at the feeing she’ve been craving since forever.

Rafe bit his lips, watching her guiding his fingers and he wished he had his phone with him so that he could record this moment and watch them over and over again.

“Close, baby?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, thrusting against his fingers. Rafe sucked in a breath, hearing her moans, and before he knew it she released himself against his fingers, screaming his name as she reached her high.

He laid himself beside her, staring at the ceiling as they tried to catch their breaths again. (Y/N) turned to look at him, and when he noticed she was looking at him he turned his head to her in the same way, so they were both staring at each other.

“You’re still an asshole.”

“I know.”

“And I hate you.”

“I know,” he smiled, and god, (Y/N) never had a stronger will to slap that stupid smile from his face.

“You love me though,” he suddenly said, and (Y/N) turned to look at him again.

“God, you’re full of yourself.”

“You just don’t want to accept the truth, (Y/L/N).”

“Whatever,” she got up, searching for her discarded panties and fixing her fallen top and skirt. She ran her fingers through her hair to disentangle them before making her way towards the door, only stopping to look at him before she could return to the booming music.

“See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow.”

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