#mocking jay part 2

[sincerethoughtsblog]

they taking their children to the meadow and being surrounded by dandelions that is the thing that made katniss realize that there was still hope in her life while she was literally looking at peeta is so symbolic this ending was perfect for them

[graceloveswolves]

I just got to say that Finnick was the bravest one in the sewers, everyone with guns ran up the latter but he stayed to save Katniss. It’s hard to watch this scene and watch everyone leave Finnick in the sewer. SHOULD. HAVE. BEEN. GALE.

[narutosidebitch]

Peeta is being so mean I just can't

[sadembryhours]

it’s so hard to write peeta when he’s quite literally been in love / crushing on katniss since…….. forever

[astro-tag-9]

Hello there! How are you??? Sorry for bothering you, 😅 I wanted to ask you opinion on a fictional character astrology placemets. Based on you opinion, what rising sign, sun sign, moon sign and mercury sign do you think the character finnick odair has from the hunger games series??

I've always been very curious about his placements and I would really love to know your opinion on it!

Interesting ask!

I would say: leo sun, Capricorn moon, cancer rising, Virgo Mercury.

He is outwardly, not very shy, but deeply caring. His motives and moves are strategized and carefully planned, but will not hesitate to put others before himself. Gentle at heart, but before he trusts somebody he projects a more cocky attitude. Always has a plan

[virginbutstillahoe]

you ever just watch the hunger games, see peeta's tenderness, and then want to walk straight into the ocean??? bc same

[taylormix]

I’m nervous people aren’t gonna like dead reckoning part 1 and then not want to watch part two

Part 1 movies are set up movies so it’s not gonna be the greatest ever as you need something/suspense for the next movie and then part two goes crazy (this is most of the time for part 1 & 2 movies)

We will see 🤷🏼‍♀️ I’m so excited tho

[moss-on-a-rock-555]

Okay now I understand why people say Finnick's death is so sad

Because holy shit

[hello-kuni]

i’ve had a headache for a few hours but i’m powering through to binge the hunger games movies

[intromortal]

distraction | bff!p.js x f!reader x bff!p.sh

part 2

wc: 980

cw: smut, threesome, oral (f!receiving), no protection, creampie, a little m x m never hurt anybody, heeseung is a cheater, sunghoon is sneaky, i think that's all

To say that Jay was surprised when he opened the door of his apartment, only to find you in tears at his doorstep at three A.M was an understatement.

He rushed you in, sitting you on the couch and offering you a blanket right after he noticed you were shivering like a leaf.

Sunghoon recognized your sobs right away as he walked into the room, a common occurrence ever since you started dating Heeseung.

He doesn’t recall ever seeing you cry this hard though.

“What did he do this time?”

Jay loves Heeseung like a brother, but the four of you had been friends for years before you two started dating, and he doesn’t think he can stand watching him ruin you like this anymore. He isn't even sure Hee loves you to be completely honest. Everyone was surprised when he suddenly announced you as his girlfriend a few months back.

 Sure, you had been into him for a long time, but it seemed completely out of the blue on his part.

You try to speak through your sniffles, slowly calming down as Sunghoon draws soothing circles on your back with his warm hand under your shirt, raising goosebumps all over your skin.

“Take your time princess”, he mutters as he slows his breath, inducing you to mimic him and helping you even out your breathing, “there we go.”

You sigh deeply one more time before speaking, avoiding your best friends’ worried gazes.

“I caught him cheating.”

You turn to Sunghoon instinctively as you feel him stop his movements, finding him already looking at Jay.

“I’m fucking killing him this time”, you worriedly turn to the other man after hearing this, finding him with a deep-set frown on his face.

Sunghoon intertwines your fingers with his, caressing your hand with his thumb. 

“Wanna talk about it?”, Jay says as he sits down next to you and sneaks his arm around your shoulders, leaning into you and placing a small kiss on your forehead.

You lightly shake your head in disagreement as tears start to well up in your eyes once again, “just wanna forget about him”.

-

Your back is propped against Jay’s defined chest, your legs open over his as he sloppily trails wet kisses down your neck, his fingers playing with one of your nipples while Sunghoon’s own are wrapped around the other one, the fingers of his other hand grazing your sobbing hole teasingly once more.

You lost count of how many times you came around Hoon’s fingers, he insisted you need plenty of prep for what's coming. You couldn’t help but feel bad for Jay too, patiently waiting for you to be ready for them, but begging to have his cock in your mouth revealed to be useless as he sternly refused, saying he was saving his load for your cunt.

“Please just put it in”, you were desperate by now, “I’m ready”.

Sunghoon coos at your state, “Our baby says she’s ready Jay, what do you think?”.

You impatiently nod, choosing to ignore the mocking edge in his tone.

Jay chuckles at your eagerness, grabbing his cock before adjusting it over your pussy from behind, tip sliding easily from how wet you are before catching against your puffy clit.

Sunghoon springs into action right away, grabbing his friend's member and slapping it over your pussy multiple times, ripping out little whines from you, while Jay hisses at the feeling of Sunghoon’s touch, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. 

Sunghoon brings his hand to your mouth, and you immediately gather saliva in your mouth, letting it dribble down in his palm. He uses the wetness to jerk off Jay a few times, the latter letting a guttural moan from his throat as he throws his head back and pushes his hips against his friend's hand. 

The hot sensation in your stomach feels unbearable as you watch the scene in front of you unfold. You open your mouth to try to get the men’s attention on you again but you’re cut off by Sunghoon positioning Jay’s thick cock against your hole as he thrusts in all the way in at once, a burning feeling settling in at the stretch.

Both of you are a moaning mess as he doesn’t wait for you to adjust and goes straight to meanly fucking into you from underneath. 

One of Jay's rough hands wraps lightly around your neck while the other keeps your hips in place, using it as leverage to piston into you, the heels of his feet pushing into the mattress. 

You’re so into the moment you don’t notice Sunghoon sneaking down, suddenly feeling something wet inside you other than Jay’s cock. 

You make the mistake of looking down, only to find the sinful image of Sunghoon’s tongue pushing inside your cunt as he grabs the other man’s balls with his hands, slowly massaging them.

You feel the coil in your stomach snap unexpectedly, cumming so hard your vision turns spotty for a few seconds as a white creamy ring forms around Jay’s member from your juices, his own load shooting right up into you.

Sunghoon giggles against your sensitive cunt, taking a mouthful of both of your releases as you regain your breaths from your intense orgasms. He comes up from between your legs and harshly grabs your hair, pulling you into a messy kiss, releasing the mix inside his mouth into yours.

Jay tries to slide out of you, but the other man stops him right away.

“I’ll just slide in next to you, she can handle it”, he grins down at Jay right before a ringtone is heard on the night table on the right.

Sunghoon gets up to get it, his grin widening when he reads Heeseung as the contact name, coming back to where he left with his phone in his hand.

[sincerethoughtsblog]

[megamindsecretlair]

Runaway Lover, Part 2

Pairing: Professor!Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. ANGST. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female receiving) teasing/mocking, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, possession kink, all consensual. Power imbalance.

Summary: After learning that Stunna is your teacher, you must drop the class. When you're unable to, you try to break things off with Stunna. Only it doesn't go so well.

Word Count: 6,067k

Part 1 | Part 3

A/N: Everybody say thank you @melaninpov. The responses to this fic was overwhelming! I love ya'll so much! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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You wanted to throw up. You wanted to disappear. You wanted to jump out of your skin and never look back. 

To his credit, Stunna - you refused to call him by his real name - continued on with his spiel, effectively ignoring you. The only thing you could think of was how good he felt. How good he smelled. Those sweet and filthy words he whispered in your ear while he was playing with your pussy. While he owned you. While he seemed to reach inside you and yank out your soul. He stole the damn thing back in Punta Cana and now here he was. In your city. In your school. 

Your anxiety twisted your gut into painful knots that no amount of breathing exercises could fix. You felt as if you had a scarlet letter on your chest. Could anyone tell? Would anyone know? 

You tried to cast your eyes around the room, but there were only the bored looks on everyone’s faces. There were some people checking him out. You didn’t blame them. The man was gorgeous. And the chocolate outfit was so sexy against his dark skin. You wished he was wearing his grills as well. That would ruin you.

You slumped in your seat and looked everywhere but at him. You needed to drop this class. You needed to escape. There was no way that you could spend the next four months staring at that piece of art and not fail the class. Or want to leap over everyone and jump his bones.

You knew what those hands could do. You knew what filthy images he could conjure with his mouth. His deep voice was sinful and you spent a glorious Saturday getting to listen to him speak, laugh, or tell jokes. 

You couldn’t do this. But fear kept you glued to your seat. You could not get up in front of everyone and walk out where everyone could see. And what would Stunna do? Ignore you? Chastise you? Tell you sit your ass back down?

There was only so much he could do without turning awareness to the fact that you knew each other already. The last thing you could afford was a scandal. You’d end up in a newspaper somewhere. Or worse. On the news. You pictured them finding an embarrassing photo of you from the gram and blasting it nationwide. 

The headlines would write themselves. No. You did not need that type of negativity and you were not prepared to do that to Stunna either. So you endured. You waited. You avoided looking at him but you couldn’t close your ears.

You focused on breathing. You daydreamed. You did anything you could not to focus on how those pants fit his long frame. His ass looked magnificent. The sleeves of his sweater were rolled up to reveal his forearms. 

His eyes caught you staring and he fumbled in his speech. He recovered quickly, going over his syllabus for the class. How it was important to show up because he was the type to challenge thinking. He wasn’t going to be a stuffy professor, or at least he wouldn’t try to be. 

You heard a soft sigh to your left. You turned to the sound. There was a woman next to you with pale skin and strawberry blonde hair. She looked at Stunna as if he hung the moon. 

You didn’t blame her but there was a surge of jealousy. You wanted to tell her to look somewhere else because he was fucking taken. The realization that he did not belong to you was like a bucket of ice water down your back. You turned your attention back to Stunna as he told everyone to introduce themselves.

You fought off a groan. If possible, you would sink further into your seat. You hated when professors did this type of shit. Couldn’t they get to know people some other way? In this day and age of technology, how hard was it to print pictures and names and study it like they made students study for an exam? 

Stunna parked his sexy ass on the edge of the desk in the corner of the room. He had an iPad in his hand and he seemed to be jotting notes after each student said their name and a hobby of theirs. 

When it was your turn, Stunna said your name. You took a deep breath and recited your name. You drew a blank on any and all hobbies you ever partook in. “I like to travel,” you finally said. 

Stunna smirked and nodded. “Any interesting places?” He asked.

You bit the inside of your cheek. “I just came back from the DR, actually,” you said.

Stunna nodded. “Very cool! Now, let’s see…” He looked down at his iPad and called the next person but he still had that smirk on his face. You needed to get out. You needed away. He could not make light of the fact that you knew each other. Knowing fuck well it could jeopardize not only you, but his teaching credentials.

Soulmate or not, you were not going to let him throw away his career. The rest of the class went by while you slowly died inside. Stunna introduced some of the books he wanted to read and discuss for the next few months.

As soon as he dismissed the class, you were the first one out of the door. You didn’t think he tried to call after you, but you didn’t give him the chance to. You flew out of the classroom, out of the building, and made a beeline towards the Admin building.

You ran up the steps, lungs burning as you raced across campus. You had a runaway thought that life didn’t seem quite so dull considering that Stunna was in your neck of the woods. But you squashed that. Nothing could happen as long as he was your teacher.

You went up the elevator and got off on the floor with your academic counselor. You made it to his office and knocked on the door. Mr. Sullivan pushed his glasses from his face and looked up with a smile. He was a sweet, if aloof, man who seemed to phone in his work rather than take any joy in it. 

“How is the first day of classes?” He asked. He smiled politely, but there was a look in his eye as if he was trying to place you. 

“I need to drop a class. Or get a different class?” You sat down in front of Mr. Sullivan’s desk and clutched your backpack to your chest. You didn’t want to look at your phone. You didn’t want to see missed calls or texts from Stunna.  There was nothing to discuss until you had all your cards on the table. 

Mr. Sullivan’s thick eyebrows drew down as he woke up his ancient computer. He typed around and hummed as he did so. Your leg bounced a mile a minute as he looked up something on it.

“Forgive me, what’s your name and student number?” 

You told him, repeating it over and over because you were talking too fast for him. Once he got your information, he was back to humming as he searched. “Now, which class do you need to drop?” 

You rolled your neck and told him, again, what you needed done. He nodded and went back to clicking around. There couldn’t be that many literature classes at this fucking school. 

“Oh, dear,” he said.

“What does that mean?” You asked. You chewed on your bottom lip. You fought everything in here to jump over the desk and use his computer to drop the class. 

Mr. Sullivan shook his head. “I’m afraid it’s too late to drop the class,” he said.

“What? What about the first week's grace period?” 

“Usually, yes, you would have the option to switch classes. In your case, however, every literature class at your level is currently full. Perhaps you can check back in at the end of the week and see who starts switching around. Although, you do need this class in order to qualify for your major. I would not suggest dropping it and trying to make it up next year. Six classes are difficult for any student…”

He began to drone on and on about preventing burn out, protecting mental health, whatever else his nasally voice could conjure up. You tuned him out as his words replayed over and over. You were stuck with the class. Or you’d have to try and take six next semester. You could do it, you had no doubt about it. But you shouldn’t have to.

Your last year was your last hurrah before you had to think about what you wanted to do with your major. If you wanted to do grad school or not. You could do a summer class but now was the time to think about internships. 

You sighed and sat back in your seat. Hope was cruel. Hope was spiteful and evil. You had your hopes up that Mr. Sullivan would be able to help you but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t save you. 

The melancholy this time around sat on you like a ton of bricks. You hadn’t expected to find Stunna on your trip. You hadn’t expected to fall so fast for him. You had your entire life to find someone, true, but you already found your perfect person. Written in the stars for you. Made for you. And now this.

“Now of course, there are some classes offered in the summer for a summer term. But…”

“That’s alright, Mr. Sullivan. I’ll stay in this one. Thanks,” you murmured. You left his office, let the next kid come in and bug the old man, as you left the Admin building. This shit fucking sucked. 

You finally fished your phone out of your pocket. As expected, there were missed calls and desperate texts from Stunna.

Stunna: Please, talk to me.

Stunna: Please

Stunna: I didn’t know! We never talked about it.

Stunna: At least let me know you’re alive??

Each text hurt your heart worse. You could feel his desperation, no matter how far apart you were physically. It felt as if his heart was calling towards yours. Connected on some plane you couldn’t see. The last text from him was an address. 

Stunna: Please, meet me tonight. Just to talk.

Yeah, right. If you went to his place tonight, you’d do more than talk. Your attraction to him was that strong. That powerful. You knew you needed to talk to him if you were going to stay in his class. You were both adults. You could keep your hands off of each other, right? 

Later that night, you met up with Angela and Stella back in the dorm you all shared. They could tell that something was wrong with you but you couldn’t begin to describe it. Every time you tried, the words dried in your throat. Wilting like old flowers. 

“Girl, damn. What happened between you and that guy?” Stella asked.

“Did he hurt you?” Angela asked right after. 

“It’s fine,” you said. Your leg was back to bouncing. Despite your earlier protests, you needed to talk to Stunna. Meeting at his place wasn’t the smartest move. But what was the alternative? Anywhere you met publicly, you worried that anyone would read it all over your face. You’d be just as obsessed as the girl in your class. 

“It’s not fine. If he hurt you, run me his name. I’d beat that mu’fucka up!” Stella said. She held up her tiny fists and shadowboxed in the living room. 

You giggled and shook your head. “I promise he didn’t hurt me. He was the perfect gentleman,” you said. Even while he was in your guts, he was still sweet afterwards. He knew exactly what you needed.

“Then what the hell is going on?” Angela asked.

“Right? I feel like we should have told her to look the other way,” Stella said.

“How could we? That man was so damn fine!” Angela said.

“All of them were! Like where the hell they grow them at?” 

The sisters went back and forth talking about Stunna and his friends. They were right. All of them were fine. But Stunna was different. Smooth skin, neat beard. Tall as a tree. He checked every last one of your boxes. Smart, funny, cultured, traveled, well read. 

You were in trouble. You were standing on the train tracks watching the train approach with lights on, horn blaring, and you couldn’t make yourself move. Didn’t want to move, truth be told.

The time to meet Stunna grew closer. You felt it like the swing of a pendulum. You kept checking your phone. You hadn’t answered Stunna and he hadn’t sent anything else after his address and plea for you to come over. 

Before it got too late, you told the sisters that you would go to the library to see if they had the books you needed for class. Anything to avoid having to go to the student store to purchase the books you’d only need once. They continued to talk and watch TV, content to still recover from the trip.

You went to your room, closed the door, and let the panic overtake you. You tore through your closet trying to find an outfit that screamed that this was casual. You were not trying to look pretty for the man. 

Jeans seemed too casual. A skirt seemed too suggestive. Romper seemed too out of place. You were thinking too much about it. And you were stalling. You sighed and chose a dress. It still seemed too suggestive, but dresses could be casual. It was whatever. It was no big deal. 

You got dressed and left the dorm, heading across campus and off site. There were campus-owned apartments here and you quickly walked, hoping to avoid trouble. The air was cool, almost cold, and there was a light breeze that made trees sway. 

In your haste to leave, you forgot a jacket. Stupid. Stupid just like your decision to hike to his apartment up the block. Your feet carried you there anyway and soon you were outside of his door, knocking on it.

A second later, Stunna opened the door. He changed out of his outfit for the day. He wore gray sweatpants and a black tank that highlighted his amazing physique. 

God took his time with this one. 

There was no doubt about it. You were momentarily struck dumb, openly staring at his body.

“You wanna come in?” His deep voice shook you from your filthy thoughts. 

You smiled and giggled nervously. He stepped back and you went inside. The place was like any other standard apartment. White walls, bright hardwood floors that had seen better days, with a small kitchen and bar area. 

He had boxes lined up against the wall. Some were open and some weren’t. He was still in the middle of moving in, but he had a linen couch and recliner, coffee table, and a flat screen TV with a football game playing. 

He crossed the room and put it on mute. He wiped his hands on the back of his sweats, calling attention to his glorious ass. You clasped your hands in front of you lest the traitorous things do something rash, like smack his booty. 

“I was hoping you’d come.” 

“I didn’t think I was going to,” you admitted. You felt silly standing in the middle of his living room but you didn’t want to sit down and get comfortable either. 

“I’m glad you did. Now I wish we would’ve at least discussed where we were from. When you said you were starting classes, I just didn’t think that it would be possible you’d be in my class,” he said. 

You groaned and rubbed your temples. “I tried to drop the class today,” you said.

A flash of hurt ran across his features before he turned to the TV. A moment later, his features were schooled and he nodded. “That’s probably for the best,” he said.

“I couldn’t drop it. It was too late. Everyone else was full and if I wait till next year, I’d be working overtime to pass all my classes,” you said. 

Stunna just stared at you across the gap. You played with your fingers, tapping the tips to keep you grounded. 

“I don’t like this,” he said. He gestured towards the couch. “Please, come sit. I won’t bite.” He grinned at the end of his sentence and you rolled your eyes, fighting off a grin. He was so damn corny.

You stepped closer anyway, feeling better with each step towards him. You didn’t like being that far away from him either. You sat down, smoothing your blue dress over your legs so that you wouldn’t give him the wrong impression. Maybe jeans would have been better. You definitely needed pants right now. 

You felt the heat of Stunna’s attention on your legs, but you clasped your hands over your lap and kept your legs firmly closed, no matter how awkward or painful it was because of your thick thighs. 

Stunna sat on the edge of the cushion, legs spread wide and taking up so much room that his knee almost brushed yours. His knee may as well have been a raging fire. This was insane right? To feel so intensely for a stranger? 

Stunna didn’t feel like a stranger, that was the problem. He felt like you had known him all your life and you were only remembering your time together. It was surreal and you had no frame of reference for something like this. 

“So you can’t drop the class. And I just got hired so I can’t drop it either,” he said.

“Nope,” you said, emphasizing the P. 

“We didn’t imagine our connection in Punta Cana. It felt like I was dying when you walked away,” he said.

“Don’t say that,” you said. You sighed and refused to look at him. 

“Don’t tell you the truth?” He asked.

“We can’t do anything about it! You’re…my teacher,” you said. 

“I’m not suggesting we do anything about it. I’m just…I’m saying that we can’t ignore this. I just found you,” he said. He tilted his head so that he could catch your eyes. You looked up at him and melted. 

He was so damn cute that it hurt. It physically hurt you that he looked that way, smiled that way, and all of his attention was focused on you. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world and it was cruel.

“We finally found each other and the universe really said ‘guess again’.” You tried to smile but your heart hurt too damn much. 

Stunna moved his hand and slowly grabbed yours. You let him. He slid his fingers in between yours. His hand was hot to the touch. But comforting. Solid. Real. He squeezed your hand and brought it to his lips to place a small kiss on the back of your hand. 

“It’s not forever. We can restrain ourselves for four months, can’t we?” He asked. 

You licked your lips and looked him over. How? How could you be in the same class as him or be near him and not want to touch him? Hold him? Kiss him? You had shared so much on the beach in the DR and more so in his room. 

He pried you open and stared deep into your heart without flinching. He touched your soul. Melded and meshed your worlds together. You couldn’t ignore that. You also didn’t want either one of you to get in trouble. Someone would catch on. It may not be now or in a week, but someone would eventually. 

“We can restrain ourselves for four months,” you agreed. It was only four months. Twelve weeks. That was nothing. It would fly by. 

Stunna nodded and squeezed your fingers. “So, that means we probably shouldn’t meet like this. Or be alone…ever in the next four months. Because I’m not strong enough to resist you,” he said.

“Shut up!” You laughed and shook your head. 

“I wish I could let you see inside my head. You have been on my mind all day. All last night. The things I was thinkin’ ‘bout you earlier,” he said. He bit his lip, head tilted to the side. If you squinted, you were sure that you could see the dirty fantasies playing through his mind. 

“You are insane,” you said. “That doesn’t help!” 

“You’re right, I’m sorry. That was inappropriate,” he said. 

He still held your hand in his and you stared at it. You fit like two lost puzzle pieces to a complicated puzzle. You didn’t want to let go. But you needed to. It needed to start now.

You started to slide your hand from his. He squeezed your hand, unwilling to let go. “Stunna,” you whispered.

“This shit isn’t fair,” he said softly. 

“I know. It’s not forever, right?” You asked. 

He nodded and loosened his grip. You slipped your fingers from his. You lied. This was the hardest shit you ever had to do in your life. Saying goodbye to him the second time hurt a lot worse. It was physical blow to your gut. 

In the DR, you could pretend that it was just a vacation fling. You were talking about meeting up again, but that was in the future. At some unknown date that you didn’t have to think about. You had weeks or months to get to know each other. 

Now, he was real and in your face. Now, he was close enough to reach out and grab. An ache thumped in your chest and you stood up. If you didn’t get up and leave right now, you were going to break down in his new apartment and no man needed to see that. 

You stood and stepped away from his couch, already feeling the numbness creep back in. The hopelessness that the next four months would drag on and on. You made it halfway to the door before Stunna called your name.

You turned towards him just as he was crashing his lips to yours. You hadn’t heard him cross the distance, but with his long ass legs it probably only took him two steps to reach you. He grabbed the sides of your head and tilted your head so that he could kiss you deeper. 

The strength of his kiss undid you. You melted instantly into his arms, kissing him back with as much desperation. He backed you up until your back hit the wall and he pressed you into it, rubbing his erection into your lower belly. 

You had a taste of that so you knew how good it felt. How well he maneuvered it to bring you the most utmost pleasure. You gripped onto his shoulders and held him closer to you while you kissed and explored each other’s mouths.

His warm lips were heaven against yours. Tongue playing with yours. You never wanted it to end. Just kissing him got your panties damp, arousal starting to leak out of you. Sweat gathered between your thighs and you rubbed them together, needing more friction than that.

Stunna broke the kiss, giving you some much needed oxygen. It brought a little clarity. “Stunna, we can’t–” 

Stunna kissed you again, cutting off your complaints. “We need a proper goodbye right?” 

“We had one yesterday,” you pointed out. 

“Naw, this is a real one. Please. I can’t let you walk away for four months without something to hold me over,” he said. 

“You so nasty,” you said and grinned. 

He looked into your eyes and grinned. His smile would always slay you. It was so open and joyous. Straight teeth. Perfect teeth. Perfect smile. Perfect man. 

“Hm, I seem to recall a bad little girl letting strangers play with her pussy,” he said. He smacked your lips with his, once and then twice. He kissed along your jaw and then started kissing your neck. “You can’t wear a dress like this and not expect me to lose my mind.” 

“I didn’t know what to wear!” You said. 

His hands moved from your head down your sides and then gripped your ass under your dress. He moaned, clenching and unclenching your ass cheeks with a low growl. 

“Do me a favor and don’t wear dresses for the next four months. I won’t be able to handle it,” he said. 

You made a strangled noise in the back of your throat. He wouldn’t be able to handle it? “Then you have to come to work looking like a bum, because that’s not fair,” you said. He got to look like an Adonis while you had to dress like a nun? How was that fair?

He squeezed your ass and you moaned, back bowing off of the wall. “Take these panties off for me,” he said. 

Your hands flew to your panties before your mind caught up. You hesitated briefly. Stunna stilled against you, likely giving you a chance to step away. Fuck it. You needed a proper goodbye. You needed something to hold you over as well. Something to get you through these next four months.

You got rid of your panties and he helped you take off your shoes and then your panties. He grinned, lips returning to yours. You moaned, feverish for his kisses. Stunna hissed knelt down in front of you.

He gathered up your dress and pooled it around your hips and fisted it in one hand. He spread your pussy lips with his free hand and delved into your pussy with his tongue. 

“Oh shit!” You moaned. You lifted one leg to give him better access. He growled his appreciation and moved his long tongue towards your dripping entrance. He pumped his tongue in and out of you and your eyes rolled back.

“OH fuck!” You screamed. Your hands dug into his small afro and pulled whatever you could get your hands on. His mouth felt amazing on your pussy. His nose tickled your clit and you felt it in your belly. You huffed and moaned, thighs shaking. 

He moved his tongue to your clit and flicked it back and forth with a speed you didn’t know he possessed. Your whines turned to desperate cries as you began to shake in earnest, screaming out an orgasm. 

Stunna rolled his whole head, slurping up your juices. He moaned into your pussy. He smacked your ass as you twitched above him. You looked down and caught his eyes at the same time. You almost came again. Locking eyes with him brought a level of intensity to the moment that you couldn’t describe. He made you feel like you were a giant. Or sitting on top of the world. 

When he was done with you, he slowly withdrew. There was a spit chain between his lips and your pussy. He grinned, watching it expand. He finally licked his lips and broke it. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up. 

“Taste even better than I remember. Should’ve seen the nut I busted in the shower this morning,” he said.

Your head dropped forward against his chest. “Fuck, don’t tell me that,” you said.

His rumbling chuckle vibrated against your cheek. You lifted your head and moved your hand beneath his sweats. He went commando underneath and you lifted an eyebrow at him. He grinned as your hand wrapped around his dick. You stroked him slowly because you didn’t have enough lubrication to get him going.

“Was gripping my meat and stroking, thinkin’ ‘bout you. About the sounds you made. The way you fit me so well,” he said. As he spoke, his tone went lower. He leaned forward and kissed you. 

He moved his hips and your hand slipped out. You looked at him with the question in your eyes. He grabbed your hips and turned you around. “As much as I would love those lips on me, I’ve been dying to get back in this pussy,” he said. 

He tugged the top of your dress until it came down and trapped your arms to your sides. He pushed you against the wall. The cold hit your nipples and you cried out. He scooted in closer and you felt him tug his sweats down. 

He lifted your left leg, slapping his meat against your pussy. The wet smacks were filthy. You moaned and he ran his dick in between your folds, getting the tip wet.

The tip of his dick pushed at your entrance and you moaned. He slid in, inch by inch, savoring the feeling of getting filled up by him. You were a huffing, panting mess by the time he bottomed out. He kissed your neck where it met your shoulder and you moaned. 

“Fuck,” he whispered.

Exactly your sentiments. You fit. You were a perfect match. He filled you up, just this side of incredibly full, and you closed your eyes to the sensation. To the feeling. He pinned you to the wall and began to move slowly, sliding in and out of you.

“Shit,” he moaned. 

“You feel so good, baby,” you moaned. 

“I feel good? You feel like home,” he said. He continued to kiss your neck, nibbling a bit, as his strokes increased. 

Your hands were on the wall, trying to anchor yourself against him. His strokes increased until he was rutting inside of you. Each thrust drew a ragged moan from your lips. He moved to a different angle and touched your sweet spot. You cried out, shaking desperately on his dick.

“There’s my fucking spot,” he said. He grinned against your skin. Your head flopped to the side. You bit your arm. He felt too good. Slipping in and out of you. The wet smacks of your combined juices were lewd and turned you on more. Made you drip more. 

“So fuckin’ wet, nasty girl. You like this dick, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” you moaned, nodding your head. 

“You like this dick inside you?” He asked.

“Uh-huh, so good,” you moaned. You drooled against your arm. 

“Let me hear you then,” he said. He moved his free hand down between your legs and began to stroke your clit in tandem with his thrusts. Your moans increased in volume, turning into screams as you crashed into another orgasm. 

Stunna kissed your cheek and jaw, licked the shell of your ear. “Sound so pretty when you cum. Music to my ears, baby,” he said. 

“Nut in me,” you moaned.

“What?” He asked. 

“Nut in me, please, I need it,” you moaned. 

Stunna growled and increased his thrusts. They turned into a brutal fucking, spearing you. He still played with your clit as he slammed into you, fucking you just how you liked. There was no begging. There was no negotiating. You didn’t have to stop in the middle to communicate that yes, it was okay to get rougher. It was okay to rock into your shit. 

Stunna just did it. He gave you exactly what you needed. 

“You want this nut?” He asked.

“Yessss,” you moaned. 

“Fuck, I’m so close,” he said.

“Stunna, ouuee Stunna,” you moaned in between his strokes.

“That’s right, you let me know who owns this pussy,” he said. 

“You. You own this pussy,” you moaned. He groaned before you finished your sentence. He nutted, his hot cum filling you to the brim. Some of it even slipped out and ran down your thigh. You shivered, your head turning fuzzy at the sensation. 

Stunna finally stilled his strokes and let his dick pulse. You hissed feeling it. Stunna dropped your thigh and grabbed your neck. He pulled you back into him and you turned your head so that you could kiss him. The kiss was sloppy and you both panted, breath fanning across each other’s faces. But any touch of his lips was worth it.

Stunna kissed your cheek. “I still got some more for you,” he said.

“More?” You asked.

Stunna slipped out of you and then roughly turned you around. He kissed you, pressing you back against the wall with the force of his kisses. He kissed down your body, rolling his tongue around both of your nipples. You cried out. 

He tugged you by the front of your dress towards the arm of his couch. He bent you over it and spread your ass cheeks. He moaned and smacked your ass. 

“Fuck, I need all night with you to say goodbye,” he said. 

You were too blissed out to chuckle. Or laugh. Your head was floating, flying; your mind went on a little trip and you had no plans of returning. 

He slipped back inside and you shared a moan, feeling complete once more. He immediately went back to pounding and rutting, slamming his thighs against your ass with the force of his strokes. 

“Who own this shit?” He asked.

“Youuu,” you moaned.

“Own the fuck outta this pussy. Feelin’ so good, pussy feelin’ so good. It’s mine now,” he groaned in between thrusts. The arm of the couch dug into your gut and it felt good. You felt just as you did on Saturday night. Possessed. Owned. 

“It’s yours!” You moaned. “It’s yours, Stunna!” 

“Damn right. Gonna write my initials in this pussy,” he groaned. His fingers turned bruising on your hips. 

His initials were already there. It felt like with every stroke, he was stitching your souls together. You became one soul every time his tip kissed your cervix. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” you moaned on each thrust.

His fingers moved to your clit again, flicking his fingers against it. You tried to lean up. You didn’t know why, only that you needed to move. To ease up a bit. He pressed on your back and made you take his dick. Made you take the brutal pounding. 

“Guhh,” you moaned and came with a loud cry. Your pussy gripped onto him and he moaned, thrusts turning sloppy and twitching. He came right after you, giving you another round of his cum. He soaked your pussy and you shivered, full body shaking.

Stunna slammed once more into you and then stilled, dick pulsing. His cum slipped down your thighs again. You were deliciously sore. You both panted in the quiet space. You listened to any sound he made. Greedy to capture everything. If this was goodbye, you were hesitant to see what hello looked like. 

Stunna slowly slipped out of you. You cried out. 

“Shh, shh, you know I got you, baby,” he said. When he was out, you were still sore as hell. You began to shake as the cold crept in. Something so powerful took a lot of energy. You weren’t just imagining things on Saturday. It wasn’t the anonymity of the vacation. You two shared a real connection. The kind love songs and poems were written about. And it was scary as hell. 

Stunna returned with a warm washcloth. You cried out, leaning up against the couch. Stunna cooed and talked softly. “I got you. I’m right here,” he said. He finished and wiped up your thighs as well.

When finished, he disappeared with the washcloth and then came back. He helped you stand and adjusted the dress back to where it should be. Then he moved towards the couch and had you straddle him. He held you and rubbed your back as you scooted into him and laid your head on his shoulder.

You didn’t speak. There was nothing to say. You had to find the strength to walk away from this in the morning. You weren’t going to fight it. You needed this goodbye as much as he did. You needed to get your mind wrapped around the fact that you couldn’t have this for months. 

It wasn’t the end of the world but it sure as shit felt like it. You were tired of being strong. But for now, you’d have to endure. It was the only way to get the best of both worlds. 

You listened to the cadence of his breathing. Warm chest. Strong arms around your back. “It’s not forever,” he said quietly.

No, it wasn’t forever.

D'awww, if you need more, you know I got you!

The Secret Big Stunna Files | Part 1 | Part 3

[jaeminri]

02:35 ⁝ sim jaeyun ✿ 0.4k words

"so what's going on with you and jake?”

you choke a little on your lunch, hitting hard on your chest as your wide eyes look up at riki.

“what?”

riki is nonchalant as he raises his brows as if he's talking about something so obvious (it isn't, you think). “you know, the two of you call so often. even though you both claim it's just to play games, but you only play like for an hour and talk for the remaining six. isn't that kinda weird for 2 people who used to have feelings for each other?” he says.

speechless, is what you are.

“how do you know about all this?” you pop with squinted eyes, unable to recall a time you ever told anyone about this, much less riki in fact. he's known to be quite a talker, and telling him anything about your personal life means telling the whole world.

the boy laughs, “heeseung hyung rooms with jake, so he keeps complaining that jake makes a lot of noise when talking to you.”

“oh.”

“yeah, oh.” riki mocks with a roll of his eyes. “so? what's up? are you two talking again?”

you don't answer. well, a part of you doesn't want to because you know how big his mouth is, but another part of you can't answer, because you don't know. you don't know what you and jake are. friends? yeah, for sure, maybe. but how can two people who used to have a thing just talk so casually for hours like it's nothing and be friends? how can two people who used to have a thing talk about having crushes on other people and past relationships as if they hadn't almost been in one together? it's these questions that always rear its ugly head into your brain — they keep you up at night.

you're not afraid to admit that you still like jake even after two years of the end of your situationship, even after a year of him rejecting you when you told him you still liked him even though he didn't anymore. initially you had denied your feelings for months, pushing it off as just something friendly. until jay started asking you stuff and it all clicked like a machine mechanism.

it hurts to think about jake sometimes because you can sort of tell that he doesn't feel the same. yet sometimes, you wonder how he really feels when he asks you to get online, when he talks to you for hours, when he gets into a habit of showing you videos of his gameplay, when he talks about other girls who like him (you wonder if he thinks about you).

when you look at riki, he's waiting expectantly, then your phone vibrates with a ping, so you look. and it's the same damn message that you give in to all the time, even though you know it's not good for you, as per what jay says.

[1:35pm] jake: play tn?

© JAEMINRI, 2023

[wonik1ss]

Play Love Game — Eunchae

pairing : non idol!eunchae x reader

song rec : not your girl - ive

summary : kyujin has a plan to get her friend eunchae the chance she wants with you

a/n : go check out JAY & Y/n smau!!! NOW

“Where out there Romeo?”

“Wrong lines Y/n!”. Eunchae giggled while you glared at her.

“Sorry Mrs. Kim”. As you and Eunchae went over your part again Mrs. Kim smiled and ushered you to your seats.

“Oh we’re so gonna fail..”

“Eunchae!”. You nudged the girl as she giggled again.

You and your bestfriend Eunchae had been tasked with recreating ten minutes of Romeo and Juliette for your theater class.

“I mean I guess this is what we get being theater kids..”. Eunchae nodded as she pulled out her pocky and you put your hand out waiting for one.

Instead of giving you one Eunchae put one end of the treat in her mouth and wiggled her eyebrows. Annoyed you rolled your eyes bitting the other end as Eunchae blushed.

Eunchae loved to tease you but for some reason would get all shy when you did it back. Little did you know it was because of the little crush your long time friend had on you.

“IM A GENIUS!”. It was now lunchtime, while you and Eunchae were best friends you usually jumped from table to table during lunch. So now she was currently zoned out staring at you at the other part of the cafe.

“HONG EUNCHAE!”

“WHAT KYUJIN?!”

“I GOT IT”. Eunchae sighed as Kyujin started to write on a paper and then showed it to her lovestruck friend.

“Just go the the kids scene! You said she doesn’t know the play like that so then you can just sneakily kiss her!”

“That seems.. a little-“

“Do you want to find out if she liked you or not?”. Eunchae nodded and listened in as Kyujin went into her plan.

STEP 1 : Be Nice

As said before Eunchae loves to tease you. But to get you to let her choose the scene she had to be nice to you.

“What’s this?”

“You favorite milk”. Eunchae said as she smiled and sat next to you in bio. It was three days later and Kyujin’s plan would now be put into effect.

“Thanks I guess?”. Eunchae laughed and started to get to work as drank your milk.

STEP 2 : Pester

By pestering you about the play Eunchae woulf be able to persuade you to just let her pick since the play was old and probably boring.

“Hay Y/nnnnie”

“Hi Eunnnnnchae”. You mocked the taller girl as she stuck out her tongue at you.

“You know how we’re picking our scenes today..”. You nodded continuing to walk to your next class.

“I was wondering if I could choose the scene.. I skimmed what miss Kim sent us and I found one that looks pretty easy to do..”

“Ok sure see you in the theater”. You said bowing to Eunchae as you walked into your next class.

STEP 3 : The Big Finally

Like the schemer she is Kyujin new that most of the kids in the class wouldn’t want the kiss scene. So all Eunchae had to do was pick last and she would and did end up with the scene.

“Oh shit..”

“What?”. Eunchae said looking over your shoulder to see you were looking at the kissing scene.

“We practiced everything but-“

“Ok group three come up!”. You and Eunchae looked at eachothers shocked it was already your turn. As you got on stage and started to act; the two of you got closer and closer during the kiss scene.

While Eunchae was happy she also noticed the fact a bunch of other peoples eyes were on her. So instead of going for a really meaningful kiss she basically gave you a six second peck.

The students hollered as you stood stunned. You weren’t supposed to like that.. right?

“Is Y/n ok?”. Miss Kim asked as stood as still as a statue.

“Um.. I think she just needs some water.. I can take her!”. Miss Kim nodded as Eunchae took you to the water fountain outside of the auditorium.

“You o-“. Eunchae was surprised as she felt you kiss her.

“K?”. Eunchae stood in a daze as you bit your lip waiting for her to say something.

“You know I don’t really like playing this love game”

“HONG EUNCHAE!”

“SORRY SORRY!”

[sunoofairyofsass]

Lo$ser Lover

Synopsis:Taehyun is a popular jock in college and finds Beomgyu,a nerd, endearing,so he gives him the best night of his life during a party.

Warning:Dick riding, overstimulation,praise,premature ejaculation,protected sex, fingering, corruption kink?,mention of other idols,mention of rich Yeonjun,alcohol (the pairing doesn't drink it),blow job,edging

Pairing:Loser Nerd Beomgyu (sub top) x Jock Taehyun (dom bottom)

Part 1

Part 2 (coming soon...)

Sorry for edging y'all-

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Taehyun was always endeared by the unpopular boy Choi Beomgyu.He was a jock,he could date any guy or girl that throws themselves at him,but no,he had to be attracted to some loser,but Beomgyu was Taehyun's loser,the nerd just didn't know yet.

"So I think we should invite those rich kids"Yeonjun stated as him and Taehyun made a list of guests for the mansion party "Jennie could come,Jake,Jay and maybe even I.N"the older suggested,but the jock wanted to tease him for a bit "And what about your boy toy Soobin?Don't you want him to come as well?"Taehyun teased Yeonjun, only to be shoved lightly by him.

"We aren't officially dating yet"Yeonjun admitted disappointedly, aimlessly playing with the hem of his baggy shirt.The relationship with Soobin was as fast paced as snail late for work,mostly because the other is,in Yeonjun's words,too much of a coward to confess,and he was also one too.

The cogwheels inside Taehyun's head started to turn,until he came up with an idea."Hyung you should invite Soobin,maybe then you two will get together"he suggested, eliciting an annoyed groan from Yeonjun "Fine,I will,only if you boy toy,that nerd Beomgyu,comes too"the older relented,causing the jock's face to go crimson.

Despite Beomgyu's shyness and lack of social skills,it never deterred Taehyun from talking and being friendly with him,often tagging him along when he goes out with his own group,which was energy the nerd gave right back,minus the social gatherings with a lot of people.

"Ah~ Now the tables have turned"Yeonjun mocked the other "How does it feel Tae?"He laughed which prompted Taehyun shoving him like the other side,clearly affected by his comments "Whatever hyung"the younger uttered in annoyance "Are we done here?".

Yeonjun chuckled "No we're not".

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Yeonjun's parties were always extravagant,it doesn't matter if it's a private get together or a rave,the man was always so lavish doing any of them.This one in particular was held in a family owned mansion with a lot of alcohol,blasting club music and a huge pool enough for a family of 20.

Taehyun was busy talking to his own friend group,and by that he means Yeonjun and Huening Kai.The jock had decided not to drink this night, contrasting the other two dousing themselves in alcohol as if their liver was made of steel while talking about whatever nonsense came to mind.

"Tae,your boy is right there"Kai informed the other, pointing in his direction.Taehyun sifted his gaze to the other side of the room to see a boy on the other side of the room with long black hair and his classic round glasses.A sudden pit of nervousness and excitement was felt in the pit of the man's stomach,this was the moment to enact his plan.

He turned to Yeonjun,who was in the state of functional alcoholism "Where's the room you put the stuff in?"Taehyun inquired the older.The other grinned with glee,giving the younger the key to the mentioned room "Take the stairs to the second floor,it will be the second room to your right."he explained "Oh,and the things you asked for are in the drawers next to the bed"Yeonjun added.

Taehyun nodded,grabbing the key from Yeonjun's hand and making his way to his so-called "boy toy".He stood directly in front of Beomgyu,who almost immediately looked up at him with big doe eyes "Hi Tae..."the older greeted him shyly,holding his red cup between his hands.The jock smiled softly at him,bringing his hand onto his dark locks and slowly stroking it "Hello Gyu"he greeted back.

"Are you enjoying the party?"Taehyun queried him,his fingers tangling on Beomgyu's long black hair,which resulted in the older's cheeks becoming a light shade of pink.As the older leaned into the touch,he closed his eyes at the warmth of Taehyun's hand "Not really,I just came here because of you"he admitted,pouting his lips slightly.

The jock chuckled at the adorable man in front of him "Well,we could go somewhere if you want to"Taehyun informed him,removing his hand from Beomgyu's hair and stretching it towards him.With a small and coy smile,the nerd gently grabbed his wrist,lifting himself of the couch and putting his cup with very sour punch somewhere.

Taehyun led Beomgyu to the room,the latter never letting go off his firm yet gentle grip,despite the loud bad club music playing,the huge crowds of people or a few couples that were hooking up.The nerd was anxious before talking to the jock,he hated parties,but since the latter was there he decided to give it a go.

After what seemed like forever walking up those long stairs,Taehyun finally found the door to the room,with the key in hand,he unlocked the door and stepped inside, Beomgyu following shortly after before he locked it again,putting it in his pocket afterwards.

"So,Mr.Choi,do you know why I brought you here?"Taehyun asked as he slowly made his way to the other boy,stopping when he was centimeters apart from him.Gulping loudly from the small gap between them, Beomgyu adjusted his glasses "A-Am I in trouble?"he stuttered,yeah he was definitely going to bully himself for stuttering.

Taehyun grinned at his awkwardness, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling himself closer,almost closing the gap completely.The younger looked at Beomgyu with hunger in his eyes,like a predator ready to pounce its prey "Oh no Gyu~ It's not that~"the jock started,pressing his lips into a pout "It's much,much better than that~"he responded.

Beomgyu could feel his nervousness and his arousal start to build up,he didn't even realize he had his hands on the other by his hips "And could it possibly be?"he queried the other,bitting his lips as he waited for a response.Taehyu chuckled softly at him "Are you sober?"he asked the taller man,playing with his long hair "Yeah,why?"the nerd responded.

With an evil glint in his eyes,Taehyun pushes Beomgyu on the bed,his back hitting hard on the mattress,before quickly crawling on top of him,stopping his face was hovering the other's.The nerd's breath hitched when he was being stared down by the other "Good,I don't want you to forget anything"the younger uttered before softly kissing him.

Beomgyu gasped into the kiss.His hands traveled to the Taehyun's waist,holding his still.The nerd tried to follow the younger's experienced lips,only to give up and let him take the lead,opening up slightly when the jock's tongue asked for entrance,groaning lowly when he felt the warm and wet muscle touch every part of his mouth.

When Taehyun pulled away,a string of saliva formed but quickly broke,he had left Beomgyu breathless,his face became red quickly and was gasping for air,but that was just the beginning. "Here,let me help~"The jock uttered,removing the other's glasses before putting it on the nightstand "There we go,you look so pretty Gyu~"the jock praised the older, eliciting a low whimper from him.

Then he felt something poke his thigh,Taehyun smirked,putting his thigh between Beomgyu's legs and pressed against his erection.The nerd gasped from the sudden friction,clawing the other's waist "Taehyun~"he softly moaned "Already hard?I barely started~"the jock pouted.

"But that's ok,I'll give you a hand~"Taehyun uttered before lowering to Beomgyu's crotch level,hus eyes widening when he saw the size of the tent in his jeans.He brought his hand to it, barely grazing it,causing the nerd to whine and contract his body "So sensitive..."the man trailed of."Can I take it off?"Taehyun asked him, tugging the zipper of his pants,Beomgyu simply nodded in response.

With the consent granted,Taehyun unzipped his jeans and undid the button.Beomgyu arched his back so the other could easily slide his pants boxers off,making the older's cock spring out and hit his stomach,the nerd hissing at the cold air hitting it.And yes,it confirmed the jock's suspicions "Oh my Beomgyu~ You've been hiding this monster all this time?~"he teased the older,the other whimpering from the comment.

Taehyun kept eye contact with Beomgyu as he started licking the tip like a kitten,the nerd moaning lowly from it.The older gripped the other's grip as the jock quickly tried to deep throat him,spilling out a series of soft whimpers and low groaning "T-Taehyunie~"was all he could utter as his body trembled from little stimulation.

He bobed his head,choking on Beomgyu's dick every time he tried to swallow it all,maybe he would be able to swallow it in a different way.Taehyun felt his own arousal growing,straining against his jeans, he couldn't decide if it was the nerd's sinful sounds or the excitement for what would come next that were affecting him.Either way,he could just cum from it,but he would edge himself for now.

"Taehyun I'm so close~"Beomgyu whimpered, throwing his head back on the pillow as he let out another moan.With that warning,Taehyun pulled his mouth from it,making a pop sound with his lips,which made the older whine in frustration."Don't worry baby~ I'll give you all the pleasure you want~"the jock said,climbing back to the bed and straddling the other's hips.A hand slid under the nerd's shirt "But first,we'll have to get rid of this~"the younger explained.

Without question,Beomgyu quickly pulled his shirt over his head and threw it somewhere, exposing his not so built chest.Taehyun drooled at the sight of the older's naked body before doing the same thing,getting rid of his tank top and discarding his pants and boxers, sitting on the nerd's lap with his whole body exposed.

Beomgyu could have orgasmed just from that,seeing Taehyun's toned abs,his thick and muscular thighs,god did he want to be choked by them.The jock didn't fail to notice the other's gaze,grinning at it "You can touch me if you want~"he told him.And that's what Choi did.

With a short lived burst of confidence,the nerd roamed his hands all over Taehyun's warm body,that includes squeezing his chest,drawing his finger on his abs and rubbing his hands on his thighs,all while kissing every inch of skin he could."Tae you're so handsome~"Beomgyu whispered against his skin,appreciating the body the jock worked so hard to get while playing soccer at college.

"You're pretty too"Taehyun responded flirtatiously,which made Beomgyu cheeks turn red "Stooop"he whined,burning his head on the crook of the other's neck.The jock chuckled at the boy's reaction,grabbing his face and pulling him for another kiss,this time sloppier and hotter.

Both moaned into the kiss,Beomgyu kind of got the hang of it but Taehyun was still the one taking the lead.It was short lived however,the jock pulled away as opened the drawer of the nightstand,exposing multiple condoms of different sizes and a bottle of lube.Yeah Yeonjun definitely exaggerated,but he didn't mind it at all.

Taehyun picked the bottle and a condom that might fit Beomgyu,opened the cap and squirted the cold lube on his fingers "You wanna watch it Gyu?~"the jock queried the other,who nodded quickly while giving his puppy eyes.The younger chuckled "You little pervert".

After shifting around before slowly inserting a digit inside him,letting out a shaky moan "F-Fuck-"Taehyun's voice trembled as he sunk his finger deeper inside,trying to get used to the feeling.Beomgyu whimpered at the sight and covered his eyes with his arms "Tae that's so dirty..."he whispered-shouted "Aw stop Gyu,don't pretend you're not enjoying this,you asked for it"the jock snapped back,suppressing a dirty sound as he inserted his middle finger,slowly scissoring himself.

Taehyun's head shot back as he let out a series of moans and whimpers as he explored his velvety walls,slowly stretching himself with his fingers,adding a third digit and continuing the scissoring.He pulled them out when he felt a knot in his stomach,grabbing a condom,ripping it off the package a sliding the rubber on Beomgyu's cock "Are you ready baby?~"the jock asked,pouring lube on the length.

"Just do it already~ I wanna be inside you~"Beomgyu begged,his cock twitching from the thought of it.And that's what Taehyun did,he picked up the throbbing length,gave it a few teasing strokes before positioning himself on top of it,the tip barely brushing his hole.Slowly,the jock sunk himself onto it,sucking his breath as he felt his walls being stretched again.

Beomgyu whimpered,holding the other's thigh to make him stable.Taehyun let out a broken sigh when he finally took all of it,feeling full just by sitting on his cock "Fuck you're so big Gyu~" the jock moaned when he started to grind against it.It didn't take long for the younger to start bouncing on his dick,hitting his prostate everytime "Oh- fuck- so good!~"the shorter moaned,feeling his stomach twist in pleasure.

The older groaned loudly every time Taehyun would clench around his member "Oh you fuck me so good!~"the younger moaned,picking up the pace and slamming himself on his cock...then he felt it getting soft inside him,which confused the jock.He looked down at Beomgyu,who was still covering his eyes.

"Beomgyu...you already came?"

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Hunger Games Characters as Taylor Swift songs PART 2!!

I know these aren't popular like the fan fiction on my account but I love mixing my music and intrests so ima do a PART TWO

Johanna Mason

Mad Woman- Taylor Swift, Folklore

"Does a scorpion sting when fighting back? They strike to kill and you know I will"

Honestly, it's so hard to find just one lyric in this song that I felt like truly highlights her because the whole song is literally her. Especially the last verse. Like "'Cause you took everything from me, Watchin' you climb, Watchin' you climb Over people like me The master of spin Has a couple side flings Good wives always know She should be mad Should be scathing like me" THAT JUST FEELS SO MUCH LIKE HOW SHE VIEWS SNOW. He took everything from her and she was just sitting back ready to take him and the rest of the capital down with it. Also, I love her.

Katniss Everdeen

Eyes Open- Taylor Swift, Red

"In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords. But now we've stepped into a cruel world. Where everybody stands and keeps score"

OKAY ADMITTEDLY THIS IS A SELL OUT BECAUSE THIS SONG WAS ON THE HUNGER GAMES OTHER SOUND TRACK BUT, it is quite literally her song. Side note but this song is so sad but sounds so happy. I love when Ms. Swift does songs like this. But yeah from the first verse describing how they were just kids then one day got thrown into the cruel and harsh world of the hunger games. Also the part talking about "they never thought you'd make it this far" makes so much sense because the girl from district 12 is always seen as the runt of the picks, the one who isn't supposed to win, BUT SHE DID!! Honestly, if yall can think of another song that fits her character please let me know. I have some honorable mentions

A Place in This World- Debut: honestly, I think this song really describes her thought process going into the hunger games. She was just trying to survive and keep her family safe. Even when she was thrown into being the head figure of the Revolution, she never wanted that position, she just got thrown into it. She was just walking along the path set for her. Even the line "maybe I'm just a girl on a mission but I'm ready to fly" makes sense to me because she IS the mocking jay.

Only Me When I'm With You- Debut: So Peniss coded (Peeta X Katniss)

I Know Places- 1989: Also Peniss coded

I Did Something Bad- Reputation: Killing president coin, pushing forth with the revolution,

Sujanus Plinth

Only The Young- Taylor Swift, Miss Americana

"You did all that you could do, the game was rigged, the ref got tricked, the wrong ones think they're right. You were outnumbered, this time"

Honestly, the whole thing reminds me of his reaction to the games. Also the whole song is about how only the young can change the future and Sujanus's character really showed that spirit. He was trying to make a change but unfortunately, he trusted the whole people and the odds were stacked against him.

Haymitch Abernathy

Champagne Problems- Taylor Swift, Evermore

""This dorm was once a madhouse" I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me"

He has em. Simple as that. (alcoholism)

Seriously though this song reminds me of him more so because of the concept of it. Champagne problems is a term used to describe issues that seem rather trivial, unimportant, and I feel like a lot people tend to disregard all the genuine things Haymitch had gone through. The story of the song also is about a marriage that never happened, it also has undertones of lost family and friends. As we know, Haymitch lost his girlfriend and family to the capital. He never got to marry her because she was taken from him.

Lucy Gray

My Tears Ricochet- Taylor Swift, Folklore

"And I still talk to you when I'm screaming at the sky. And when you can't sleep at night you hear my stolen lullabies"

LETS BE HONEST, SHE IS SO FOLK-EVERMORE CODED. I could dissect this song for ages explaining why it's the perfect example of what Lucy Gray would be saying indirectly to Snow. Firstly,

"Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe All the hell you gave me? 'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you 'Til my dying day"

CUZ NO SHE DID NOT DESERVE WHAT SNOW PUT HER THROUGH. She loved him truly, deeply, but when it came down to it, she knew she could never trust him. Especially with the position he put her in. She could go anywhere she wants but not home after Snow made it seem like she killed the mayors daughter. And then the part

"I didn't have it in myself to go with grace And you're the hero flying around, saving face And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? Cursing my name, wishing I stayed Look at how my tears ricochet"

She didn't go with grace. She left in a flash, deep with mystery. She has to hide for the rest of her life while he gets to be the proud hero and savior to Panem. The second half of the main chorus is so true to how Coryo was acting when they were in the forest in that last scene. He was quite literally cursing her name, wishing she'd stayed.

"You know I didn't want to have to haunt you But what a ghostly scene You wear the same jewels that I gave you As you bury me"

JEWELS? HER EARRING??? HELLOOOOOOOO and then the "as you bury me" HE DOESN'T KNOW IF SHE DEAD OR NOT BUT IF SHE IS, HE KILLED HER. HE BURRED HER AND TOOK HER EARRING.

"But you would still miss me in your bones And I still talk to you (when I'm screaming at the sky) And when you can't sleep at night (you hear my stolen lullabies)"

She had such a hold on him, he still remembers her years later, haunted by her memory. the song constantly references the "Haunting". The "I still talk to you when I'm screaming at the sky" reminded me of the way the mocking jays carried her voice all around the sky. And the last line was so clearly connecting to 'The Hanging Tree' in my brain. Many years later, Katniss sang the same song she did to lead a rebellion against him. His life is haunted by her memories and cursed by it. He can't escape her anywhere.

The tears he made her spill simply ricocheted into bullets that hit him instead.

Effie Trinket

Bejeweled- Taylor Swift, Midnights

"Best believe I'm still bejeweled. When I walk in the room,I can still make the whole place shimmer"

MS. EFFIE TRINKET IS THE BADDEST BITCH BRO OMG I LOVEEEEE HER. STYLE ICON. Listen, no matter what happens to that woman, shes gonna shine. A diamonds gotta SHINE. She is always the most sparkly, eye catching person out there at ALL TIMES! Even without all the glitz and glamour she is still so iconic. She is ALWAYS bejeweled.