#i have over 40 screen recorded clips of this guy in my camera roll i am so ready

[diagnosed-anxiety-disorder]

Going to make a Waterloo 1970 Marshal Ney fancam to Waterloo by ABBA instead of studying for finals week. I make the best life decisions actually

[bunnyweasley23]

STACKIE X ACTRESS!READER

You're an actress who has recently starred in the MCU movies as Steve and Bucky's super solider friend from the 40's

Chris sent you a video link with the comment

'You guys are hilarious🤣'

You clicked the link and a YouTube video titled Every Time Anthony Sebastian & Y/N proved they were the most chaotic trio in the MCU

The first clip was a video of you and Anthony walking up behind Sebastian while he was doing an interview on the red carpet you remembered this it was hilarious to the three of you but definitely fueled the dating rumors between you

"Oh my god! Look who it is!" You smiled to Mackie

"Oh my God! Sebastian Stan!"

"Man you're looking good! Don't you agree?" Anthony asked as you put your arms around both of them with an over exaggerated nod

"Man oh man! Let me tell you! He's just the hottest guy ever." You laughed at how red Sebastian's face was getting

"You ever see a guy this handsome walking the street he's gonna get arrested!" Anthony joked

"Because he's killing all the ladies!" He continued as you pretend to swoon and faint into Anthony's arms

"Look at that! POW! POW! POW! POW! POW!" The three of us laughed before I was pulled away by Scarlet to do an interview

_

The next clip was a video from when the three of you were reading thirst tweets

"@Y/Nsleftfoot says, I can't tell if I want to be Sebastian or Anthony or Y/N most days because damn they're hot as fuck!" You read with a laugh

"Thank you...that's very kind." Sebastian smiled awkwardly while you pinched his cheeks

"Who wouldn't want to be Mr. Stan! He's best friends with us!" You winked at the camera as Anthony wrapped his arm around you with a smile

"And he has an amazing couch!" He added and you nodded

"He denied it but I was there when he bought the couch! It's a nice couch!" You joked

_

The next clip was you crashing their panel with Tom Holland

"Have to talked to Y/N?" A fan asked

"She never answers my calls if I'm being honest." Tom joked

"Because you're annoying." Anthony laughed

"I talked to her this morning, she's doing good I think-"

"Are you talking about me?" You asked walking on stage to sit on the arm of the couch next to Sebastian

"Always!" Tom joked

"We get it kid! You have a crush! Why don't you stick to your juice boxes and let the big kids talk." Anthony laughed as Tom jokingly crossed his arms over his chest

"Oh that reminds me, here you go love." You laughed pulling a small bottle of Apple juice out of your jacket pocket and giving it to Tom making everyone laugh

"Jokes on you guys! I like apple juice." Tom laughed

_

The next clip was a more recent screen recording of Sebastian's Instagram story from the day you were late to set

"This video is for Y/N L/N who woke up late and now we have to wait for her to get her make up done." Sebastian said into the camera rolling his eyes

"Yea, I love her but girl is always holding us up." Anthony joked with a straight face

"First of all! I was late because you two asked me to get you coffee and I being the lovely best friend I am agreed to do so and I got caught in traffic." Your voice called from off screen

"Busted!"Daniel Brühl laughed walking past the three of you

_

The next clip was another behind the Scenes of falcon and the winter Soldier of the three of you goofing off on set

"Ahhhh!" You yelled running away from Anthony and Sebastian for absolutely no reason. Sebastian followed you also yelling as Anthony stayed behind to talk to the camera

"This is their first movie..."

"Is Not!" You yelled running back to jump into Anthony's arms

"Children,your all children!"Erin laughed from somewhere off camera.

[hoseoksactualass]

Could we pls get a smutty IE!jk and oc drabble?

hello and YES

this is also @taespired‘s idea she be my queen since we were 16 we want the same things we dream the same dreams alright take it away zayn

where jk is in a (boring) meeting, and a homebound oc sends him v important photos during 

Jungkook has a habit of drawing T-minus doodles on torpid meetings like this. For now, he does it with a phony smile on his face and makes it look like he actually cares. The interns’ eyes are glazed. More because he looks just as young as them and dashingly handsome than how overbearingly loud the internship coordinator is being right now. 

This was supposed to be over five minutes ago. He’s in the middle of drawing cat ears when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He makes it look calculated—the way he perks his head up, draws eye contact with an intern who couldn’t take her spec’d eyes off him, and purses his lips slightly. 

Secretary sent a message:

If you need me, I can still be over.

Sent 10:19 a.m.

He doesn’t stop the way the first thing he thinks of is what you might be wearing. The coordinator makes a joke everyone fake chuckles to. 

And like everything else, you will not have his head for it. You know he thinks of you at wee hours like this, and you take advantage of it, already hiking your booty shorts up your ass like you know how it’ll feel when he does it. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

if you call in sick you call in sick. dw about it 

Sent 10:20 a.m.

You can hear his voice through the message, and it’s instantly something you smirk to.  

Meanwhile, Jungkook already has a mental chant about you being the perfect distraction playing like a ruined record in his head. He nods at something that went in one ear and exited the other, humming in false agreement. He lowers his phone’s brightness simultaneously. 

Secretary sent a message:

Do the interns have life in their eyes?

Sent 10:21 a.m. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

an amusing amount i feel sick 

Sent 10:21 a.m.

You chuckle to it, roll on your back, but before your thumbs type away, the pending screen dings again. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

show me what you’re wearing 

Sent 10:22 a.m.

Then you’re off your shorts like you knew nothing of them, praying to lighting and an old thong to give you something you can nod to. For now, it’s a dim snap of your stomach down, shirt lazily tossed over the skin before a perceiver’s gaze will catch the strap of your thong hugging tight atop the curve of your hip. Not Pinterest-esque, but it’s honest work; it’s like you instantly know what Jungkook sounds like groaning to the sight. 

He smiles at the coordinator before dropping his gaze to his phone again, tucked under his table and the weight of the company, but now he couldn’t care less. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

woa shit im never used to it 

sexy

m

Sent 10:24 a.m.

The reminder to relax your body now that a camera isn’t pointing you doesn’t cross your mind. 

Secretary sent a message:

m?

Sent 10:24 a.m.

Jungkook finds himself giving advice he’s given millions of interns before, and it’s to keep a peeled eye. This goes for his board. His peers. It’s the emergency CEO talk he pulls out of his ass, but he knows everyone fawns over it, lowering his voice like he’s building an intimate rapport with the listeners. He’s still thinking about your skin. Keeps it brief, ends his attractive ment with something the coordinator can pick up on. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

that was my futile attempt to ask for more while i got called for advice 

be back later, i look suspicious 

Sent 10:26 a.m.

And it’s childish, but you always have a craving to divert his attention towards you. That’s the thrill, the sparkles in champagne, and when you down it and still walk in a straight line, you’re prideful. You’re an ace. And if you can juggle work and posing in front of a mirror with your teeth biting your shirt up, so be it. He’ll receive it and do something about it. That, you know. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

you

you minx

pls

save that for later

not noww

Sent 10:28 a.m.

You smile at it. It only makes you take a photo with your leg propped up your desk and your free hand teasing your inner thigh, enough so he’ll see more of your curves and lines despite the dim lighting that makes you look short on hemoglobin. 

He receives it with a bite to his lip, an itch to his loins. He tugs at his dress shirt lest he wants his interns eyeing at his nipples. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

_____ behave 

are you gonna listen or not

Sent 10:30 a.m.

You can hear him say it, let yourself feel his baritone ring at the seemings of your inner thighs. Then you take another photo, playful with your shirt draped all over your body enough that he has to make out your parts through the translucence of it, panties dangling by a teasing pointer. You don’t put text. Leave him with that raw photo, a prelude to complete nudity you’re sure he’ll hint at asking for.

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

gonna regret acting like that when i get to you baby 

if you wont let me sit through this meeting without a fucking hard on you have something coming to you 

Sent 10:32 a.m.

In his challenged unease, all he receives is a video this time. He flicks his phone’s ringer silent, and it vibrates in his palms. He clicks on it, 5 seconds of shit quality and you placing an arm over your splayed tits, shifting in bed as you had just propped yourself there. 

It’s trial for Jungkook not to make a growl at the back of his throat. But he’ll never stop to admit he fucking loves it. While an innocent intern is all eyes for him, he only has his for a secretary with a kink for hanging how hot she is over her boss’s head and making him eat it. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

later baby

pls

wait it out for me

Sent 10:34 a.m.

And he’s sure you won’t obey. He stares until you reply. 

Secretary sent a message:

Can’t.

Sent 10:34 a.m.

Within the span of time you know he waits for what you have in store, you fish for a box under your bed, grabbing the familiar texture you know too well of your bullet vibrator. Hot pink and all sorts of taunting when you send a clip of you ghosting the toy over your thighs and across. 

Jungkook waits a second before clicking on it, a breath held taught in his chest. 

He replays the video directly, eyes on for that second he gets a good look at your pussy. Replays it again with his thumb adjusting the player position so he could slow it himself. It’s his dick or his soul that jumps in his pants. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

fuck

Sent 10:35 a.m.

He’s typing, but you send a message before he can even proceed. 

Secretary sent a message:

If you’re hard, show me. 

Sent 10:35 a.m.

What you receive is a video. Rowdy with the intern coordinator’s voice and the rustle of the audio. His phone stills, and you see the strain of his thighs under navy blue dress pants, ascending enough so you see a prominent shadow bulging at his crotch. He has the audacity to squeeze at it, too, watch blinding at the sight. Your breath hitches. 

It’s nearly involuntary—how you press the vib harder, making your nerves frolic before you allow it to hover lightly over your skin again

Jungkook still has a gnawing fright for adjourning meetings he’s invited to sit through, so he sighs through the agony and makes sure no one hears. Thinking about what you must be doing to yourself. What you’re thinking. 

You have a lousy grip on your phone, a stupid front cam angle to show what you’re doing from the neck down. You huff a heavy breath and kick your hips like it’s script. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

fuckkkkkkk

i have to leave here

Sent 10:37 a.m.

You’re quick to play, corner him. 

Secretary sent a message:

If you don’t stay put, I’m not sending any more. 

Sent 10:37 a.m.

It’s like he hears your voice against his neck, telling him to sit his ass down and live with the shear in his Brionis. 

If Jungkook was the type of guy who would bust a nut over just about anything as much as Victorian men sexualized ankles, he’d lie to you and crawl to the bathroom of his office just to jerk it off. But he isn’t like that. Not close. He likes the tease, the tickle in his guts, the sound of your voice he conjures in his head with every text. 

Before he can get himself together, sit in a way his dick doesn’t poke at his zipper, his phone vibrates again. Another short clip. Back cam, sheets like a painting under your body, you rolling your hips against the toy. God, he wants to hear you; he feels his ears go red. 

Secretary sent a message:

Proof

You’re still in the meeting.,

Sent 10:39 a.m.

You get a selfie. It’s not proof, but he looks serious. And he looks hot. Exactly how you want him to look. Hair swept over crimson ears. Faking unfazed eyes. Then a video pops in. Same angle, but his eyes are directed somewhere in the room, scanning, reading, pretending to listen. Then a message. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

am i good at pretending i dont wanna fuck you so bad 

Sent 10:40 a.m.

You hum to that like a toast to the soft hum of the vibrator against you. You shut your eyes for a bit, sigh to the feeling boiling in your loins before your toes start to feel tickly and you’re kicking. 

Secretary sent a message:

So good, 

Sent 10:41 a.m.

You send a video too long. Front cam again this time. A stretch of you squirming and being unable to stay still, camera panning up for a few seconds to taunt him with the moans he won’t be able to hear, down again and showing how your hand ever so languidly motions the toy against where you’re pulsating for it. Your limbs are sweating, and it’s hotter where the sheets meet it. 

When Jungkook watches it, he presses down on his dick a bit, more unbothered than he could be about the fact probably everyone in the room has figured out his attention span is stretching nowhere towards them. He replays the part he sees your tits move with the heaving of your chest. Replays it again before replaying the part he sees how evidently wet you are. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

fuck holy shit

god

how good does that feel

describe it

Sent 10:42 a.m.

Secretary sent a message:

Feels

So tingly

Sent 10:42 a.m.

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

god yes

stay with me 

tell me more

show more

Sent 10:42 a.m.

There’s a vivid visual in your head, of his tight fist around his cock, too listless to take off his watch, a mess. Biting the hem of his dress shirt up lest he wants cum all over it, biting to keep quiet and another tight fist around his phone, flashing a playlist of all the media you’re sending in at this blessed hour. Your insides jump, tumble, then the sparkle on the surface of your skin follows. You make sure to film this bit, show him how your head’s restless, shaking from one side to another as if pushing an orgasm away. Then a separate clip for where he craves you. Your hips rolling against the toy, coaxing. 

Jungkook tries to look for a sign this meeting’s fucking ending in the coordinator’s eyes but to no avail. He replays the shit out of that second clip, wondering how wet that’d feel against him. His dick aches. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

so wet 

do you enjoy this

making me harder than anyone could ever

in the middle of a meeting

Sent 10:44 a.m.

He knows what he’s doing, feeding your kinks like that, making your eyes roll into your head. You want to lose yourself in it, but it’s never as much as how much you want to stretch out the anguish of being nothing but witness to your bliss for him. 

Secretary sent a message:

Want to cum. 

Sent 10:46 a.m.

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

do it

show me

gonna stroke my cock to it later

Sent 10:46 a.m.

At this point, he’s not even looking up, in heated anticipation for that One Thing he knows is coming. He feels himself throbbing, wishes he could make you feel it, but for now, he’ll let you bathe in it. 

2 minutes and nothing, leaving him with a clean slate and your previous ministrations to imagine what your body looks like. How you sound. How you roll your hips, cry his name or something along the lines of Sir and throw his last name in, how you veer the vib away from your cunt unless you want your body spasming into nothing. Laboured breathing. A smile. 

He gets the video, obsesses over it until the interns are rustling into a stand, ready to mark their thanks and congratulations before he could even take his eyes off you. 

Mr. Jeon — Jeon Corp. sent a message:

motherfuck _____

fuckmeetings over 

brb

Sent 10:48 a.m.

Along with the boring connotation of a brb, you get two clips ten minutes succeeding your orgasm. First video is a lazy front cam, exactly how you pictured, bringing the hem of his shirt to his teeth, hair falling over his eyes, all the other lights but one switched off. The screen flips, and he’s undoing his belt, a palpable bulge where you know it is. 

The second video is unstable; his belt almost rattling to how hard he pumps himself, and you hear him straining. Then it’s cum and tattered breaths. 

You have a second orgasm that morning.