#red leg reff

[super-nowa-art]

little eggplant learns to fish!

[flyba3]

Endurance Game

A/N: Idk if this theme fits well together, but I'm gonna go for it anyway　ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

Genre: Smut, slight angst

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Summary: Y/N has been holding out on Jungkook, but because it's him it won't last long. Issa AMBW story!

Word Count: 2308

“Babe, are you ready?” Jungkook shouts as he walks to your bedroom door.

You dreaded today; normally you felt hyped for your couples workout sessions with kook, but today you have boxing class. You've always shown interest in being active, and meeting Jungkook was just the icing on the cake. Ever since you two have been official, his workout schedule became your schedule too. But it was just something about boxing that you couldn't stand… at first. Then, eventually, you grew to understand the sport, and you became some what decent.

“Kook, I'm nervous for today's match.” You told him as you prepped yourself while looking in the mirror. You were wearing black weight lifting shorts that fit perfectly around your chocolate thighs, a black -N- gray Nike sports bra with an all black hoodie showing off your round mounds, and gray socks with blue Nike slides.

“Well, babe… you look great.” He says in a slightly seductive tone following a low chuckle. You could see him walking towards you in the mirror, and eventually felt his arms wrap around your waist. As he starts to trace the tattoo on your hip, Jungkook places butterfly kisses on the right side of your neck.

“What happened to the Jungkook who was bugging me about getting ready an hour ago?” You questioned him trying your best to suppress your moans.

“That was before I imagined your thick chocolate thighs wrapped around my neck with my face buried deep in your cunt.” He mumbles into your neck as his hand gives your breast a final squeeze, before backing off of you. “ I guess you're right tho. We can't be late since we have our matches.”

You and Jungkook made your way to his car, and the ride just consisted of small talk about upcoming projects you both have coming up. Luckily traffic was light today, so the commute only took 15 minutes. Once you arrived to the gym, you felt your heart gradually increase its speed to start pounding against your chest as you got closer to the entrance. As soon as you walked in, you were slightly relieved that you two were one of the first to arrive. This gave you some time to run over a few moves with kook and  your other instructor.

Just as you started stretching, your opponent walked through the door. Amanda Hua. Amanda  wasn't only your opponent in the ring, but she also tries to compete against you for your own man. She’s from the states just like you, so sometimes she'll try to make smart ass remarks under breath in English just to get under your skin. But the real problem is that Jungkook is too stupid to realize that she wants him, or even to realize that she wants to beat your ass. Originally, you didn't have a problem getting in the ring with her, but that was before you actually saw her fight. You must admit that she has good technique, but it just meant you had to work harder.

“Hey, Jungkook. Good luck with your match! And don't forget...I'll be rooting for you.” She tells Jungkook throwing him a wink, and it was obvious her voice was dripping with lust. Obvious to everyone except for Jungkook.

    “Thanks, I'll be rooting for you too, Amanda.” He says forgetting that you'll be in the ring with her.

As she walks past you she whispers something slick to you in English, “ You heard that, Y/N? Kookie says he’s gonna root for me, but not for you? I wonder what else he’ll do for me, but not for you.”

You just give her the bird before she walks away because you're saving for energy for the match. After a few more minutes of stretching, you notice Jungkook looking at Amanda with her ass in the air. And to your surprise, he walks over to her and asks if she needs any help stretching. Then, of course, she accepts his offer, and they start going through stretches together.

You tried not let it get under your skin, since Jungkook was one of the instructors. And to him it was no big deal cause he would act this way with any of his other students, but you just didn't find it necessary for him to stare at her ass. Thankfully, class would start in a few minutes, so this wouldn't last much longer.

After 3 matches, it was your turn to step into the ring.  At first you didn't know if you could pull through, but then you remembered the reason you were fighting. Who you were fighting for… Jungkook. The moment you stepped in the ring, was the moment you faced the biggest threat to your future. As you stood in your corner, you saw Amanda enter the ring. She looked pissed, but still managed to keep that nasty ass smirk on her face she always gave you. It was almost like she was plotting some shit. The reff for your match was Christian, the other instructor.

Once you two touched gloves, it was time to protect your future. She threw a few sloppy combos at you, but she missed all of them. This wasn't like her. But you ignored it, and threw a few jabs at her mainly aiming for her face. After a few rounds you could tell she was getting tired, so you decided to take it down a notch.  But to your dismay, she started going buck wild. She was pushing, kicking, and she was about to spit on you until Christian came in breaking you up.

“What the fuck was that?” Christian asked Amanda as he walked her out of the ring, after announcing that you won the fight by technically.

It was finally Jungkook’s match, and he was nowhere to be found. After a few minutes of wait, you took the initiative upon yourself to look for him. While you walked down the hallway leading to the locker rooms in the back, you hear a thumping noise. Naturally, you went towards that noise, thinking you would find kook. And just as you opened the door, it seemed like everything you were fighting for in the ring all went down the drain.

“Doesn't that feel good, Kookie?” Amanda says as she rubs her hands on Jungkook's crotch with him pressed against the wall.

The scene that you just walked into consisted of Jungkook in nothing but his shorts, and Amanda laced all round his body. Just as you were about to walk in the room, you heard Jungkook about to speak.

“I bet it didn't feel good when my baby girl was destroying your ass. Shit...back the fuck off of me, cause I already got a pussy to destroy when I get back home.” He responds, untangling himself from her dusty ass.

Before either of the notice you, you back away from the door about to pretend you just started walking down the hallway. Just as you approached the locker room door, again, Jungkook walked out.

“Hey babe, give me a good luck kiss before my match.” He says while pointing to his cheek, but instead you tell him it was called off. Then you coldly walk away, making sure to switch your hips.

The ride home was painfully silent, no music...And no conversation because every time he would try to start one, you would shut him down replying with one word answers. The rest of the day you spent in your home office prepping for the upcoming week. Occasionally, Jungkook would come in the check up on you, but he figured you were in one of your moods since your energy hasn't change since the car ride. At 6:30 your started making dinner. By now you had changed into a wine red Floral Lace Bralette Bustier Crop Top and matching panties, Jungkook's favorite. Despite being angry with him, you still enjoyed teasing him.

While you were chopping the tomatoes, you felt a strong muscular chest against you back. When you turned around Jungkook’s lips landed right on yours, but it didn't last long.

“Babe, what's wrong? You've been acting like this all day.” He asks showing a concerned look on his face.

“Nothing, Jungkook. I'm just not in the mood right now. Dinner will be ready in an hour.” You told him slipping away from him, making your way to the refrigerator.

“Y/N, I don't know what's your problem is, but it won't be solved if you keep pushing me away.” He says walking to the balcony.

The rest of the night panned out to be stale, with you eating dinner alone in your office, and sleeping alone in the guest bedroom. If you were being honest with yourself, you would know that you're not still mad at Jungkook. But you kinda find it arousing denying kook. You wanted to see how long this would last, and to your surprise it went on for a week. A week full of cold responses, teasing Jungkook, and built up sexual frustration.

It was 3:00 am on Tuesday morning, and you heard the door creak open. You went to bed wearing a Bordeaux Kimono Pearl Gown which as see through over your silk rose gold lingerie set and you hair in a high ponytail with curls everywhere. But after your little session with you and your toys, you were left in just your lingerie. Before you could open your eyes, you felt your bed dip down by your legs. And eventually your legs were spread open and hooked around bare shoulders.

Jungkook started to lick and press soft kisses against your already wet core. While he pulled down your pantie you heard him let out a deep groan. He took both of his thumbs to open up your lips, and started licking on your clit and penetrating your hole with his thick tongue. After a few seconds of tongue fucking, he went back up to your clit and sucked on it for about a minute. By now you were wide awake and fully aroused. Just as he was about to reach for your purple dildo, you pressed his head further into your cunt.

“How does my chocolate pussy taste daddy?” You moaned as he pushed the dildo into your soaked pussy.

“So.Fucking.Good…” he says pounding the toy into you with every syllable, “But I bet you want this to be daddy's thick cock pounding you instead, right?”

After you didn't respond he pulls out the toy to ask you again. But since you felt defiant you didn't respond the sentence time.

“You wanna be daddy's little bitch tonight, huh? Well let's see how long you can last like this.” He says dragging the dildo to your tightly puckered asshole, and he starts to prod at it eventually easing its way in using his spit and your pussy juice as lube. After hearing your pleas and screams, he gets on his back.

“Baby girl, I know you want to squirt your sweet nectar all over me, but I think I deserve an apology for how you've treated me this past week.” Jungkook says while stroking his veiny cock and pinching the tip to force out some pre-cum. Then he signals you to come to his mouth, and he places the cum from his fingers on your tongue. As you lean in to start a heated makeout session, you replace his hand with his and your small delicate hands start tapping up his dick starting from the base.

“I’m sorry daddy for being such a tease all week, I was just jealous that bitch tried to take you from me.” You tell him easing on his cock about to ride him.

“Fuck! Why would I want her loose, stretched out pussy when I got you.” He says thrusting up into you while bouncing your round chocolate ass on his dick. The view in front of you turned you on to the max. His hair wet with sweat draped over his lust filled eyes, him biting his plump shiny lips, and when you leaned back you noticed that he was fucking you still wearing his sweatpants pushed halfway down his thighs, which was one of your biggest turn-ons.

As you started feeling fucked out, Jungkook picked you up still on his dick and took you the window. From this angle you felt him pound into you G-spot.

“JUNGKOOK, I’M ABOUT TO CUM!” You screamed as you felt his cock massage your inner walls.

“Fuck, baby go ahead. I wanna fill this pussy with my hot cum.” He tells you increasing his pace while sucking on your nipple poking out about the cup of you bra.

As you cum on his dick, one of his hard thrusts makes you squirt soaking his dick and lower abs. After you squirt on him he lifts you completely off his cock and he drops you back on again causing you to cum a second time, and on the final time he releases his cum hard into your pretty pussy while shuddering a bit. After you both deescalate, you drop into a squat and you take his member into you mouth. As you suck on the head you feel a mixture of both of your cum drip from your core. Once you clean Jungkook dick completely from cum, he removes your head with a pop and pulls you up to him; pecking your lips.

“Babe, you don't have to worry about any woman taking you from me, cause you're the only one I want my kids to call mommy.” He cooed caressing you belly before picking you up leaving the guest room and taking you to your shared bedroom.

A/N: ;-; finally finished, now I'm off to finish some hw! -_-

[theloveablesociopath]

Sweat

1940s Boxer Bucky AU

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Violence, swearing, mentions of blood. (I know virtually nothing about boxing)

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes, A National heavy weight, not only is a world renowned boxing star, but is also your 2 year long boyfriend. Tonight is the National heavy weight championship, and all he needs to get through it, is his best girl.

Word count: 2,179

(SORRY IT’S NOT THAT GOOD IF IM BEING HONEST)

((story line came to me after seeing this picture))

“You ready baby?” Bucky asked you as he made his way across the locker room, cupping your face with his wrapped hands. You stared up at his beautiful face, lightly blotched with bruises and a small cut on his brow from last week’s fight.

“Ready to watch you punch other men in the face until they’re out cold?” you asked rhetorically, earning a huff of a laugh from him as he stared into your eyes. “Always”

His smile broke out, and he slowly lowered his face so he could give you a long and passionate kiss, causing your hands to move up and hold his to your face.

When he released, he took a step back and grabbed his bulky silver gloves, handing them to you. “Mind doing the honors doll?”

You smiled at his goofy grin and let your nose crinkle in delight. “Of course” you replied, holding the gloves out to him so he could slip his hands in one by one, letting you smile down at the contrasting red stars that stood out amongst the silver on each.

He knocked his hands together, jogging in place slightly due to the adrenaline, earning a small laugh from you.

“2 minutes till time!” you heard the gruff voice of an elderly man yell from the hall, and looked back to see Bucky jumping up and down and rolling his shoulders, a light pant of a breath escaping him as he calmed his nerves.  Tonight was the very last fight of the heavy weight championship, and his win would be not only a huge accomplishment for Bucky to hold, but also what would buy you two your new home, and put food on the table.

“Alright!” Bucky exclaimed. “Let’s do this thing!”

He began to walk out, throwing his arm around you in the doorway and leaning down to kiss you firm on the lips.

“I’ll see you in the front row?” he asked.

“Where else?” You replied.

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You where sitting patiently, stuck beside two rather large men, one already chowing down on a hot dog, and the other burping and drinking a very strongly smelling beer. Luckily as you where seconds away from snapping due to how loudly one of the men was chewing, the announcers voice came roaring through the speakers.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the 1942 national heavy weight championship!”

A series of cheers and brutal yelling exploded from around you, and as you always did you stood up with the crowd and cheered.

“In this corner, weighing in at 230 pounds, with a record of 16 knock outs and 2 Deaths! The mean, the Bad, The deadly, Johann Schmidt! More commonly known as THE RED SKULL!”  The announcer yelled into his microphone, elongating vowels and causing an uproar of both cheers and boos from around you, most of the cheers coming from the men beside you.

As you looked to your left you saw a man come into view, a large build packed onto his bones, his short cut hair pulled back, and a red skull mask placed over his face. His body was covered in a black silk robe with a strange red tentacles and skull symbol on the back.

He put his hand up in a fist as a gesture to the cheers and sat down on the stool in the corner as his team began to prep him.

“and now, in this corner, weighing in at 209 pounds, with a record, 6 knock outs, 10 broken teeth and at least a dozen broken arms, he’s cold as ice, he’s as refined as the men who fight for this country, the one the only, James Buchanan Barnes! More commonly known as THE WINTER SOILDER!”

From all around you cheers and overpowering screams where launched into the air like gun fire, you where so overwhelmed by the response that you forgot to cheer yourself. That is, until the two brutes beside you began booing at the announcer, causing you to cup your hands around your mouth to amplify your voice as you screamed happily at the ring.

From the side of the stadium, Bucky came jogging down, throwing his leg over the rope as he entered the ring, and did a 360 as he held up both hands to acknowledge his fans.

His well built chest was covered in his silk silver robe, complementing the beautiful red trimmed sleeves and the large red star on his back. His neatly trimmed hair was slightly spiked with sweat as he took a seat in his stool, getting a pat on the shoulder from his coach.

He was nodding with a look of determination at everything the blonde man told him, and then opened his mouth as they put the guard in and pushed him up out of his seat.

When Bucky and the red skull, stood across from each other in front of the speaker, you could tell just how different they were in size, and although Bucky was slightly shorter and a little less broad chested, you still felt an overwhelming pride in calling him your own.

“KICK HIS ASS BABY!” you screamed from your spot, causing Bucky to look over to you, his face crafting into a sly smile as he winked at you.

The reff gave the ground rules to both of them, and after making them shake hands, stepped out of the ring and behind a table on the other side.

Bucky and his opponent backed up to the sides of the ring and put their hands up at the ready.

Finally the reff took one last look at their clean figures and yelled an exaggerated “FIGHT” in his microphone.

The loud melodic ding of a bell rang through the air and not even a second later the red skull charged Bucky.

An upper cut to Bucky’s jaw sent him staggering back, but with force he retaliated and landed a bone crushing jab to Johann’s left side.

A man was jabbering each move through a microphone, his voice slightly shaking with excitement as each of the men before him fought relentlessly.

Bucky sent three rapid jabs to Johann chest and for a fragment of a second he was on the ground. Quickly he jumped to his feet and sent a launching blow to Bucky’s eye.

They fought like this for what seemed like hours, each punch causing blood to fly from some part of each other’s body.

You screamed over the crowd as Bucky finally sent a brutal punch to the side of Johann’s face, causing a tooth to fly out of his mouth, and for him to stay down long enough for the reff to call it.

Both opponents made it back to their stools and you jogged over to the corner of the ring next to Bucky’s coach.

“great job babe!” you yelled over the chatter of people, Bucky looking to his side and giving you a open mouthed smile as he squirted water on top of his head, causing the blood on his face to run down and stain the white towel that was draped over his shoulders.

“Fights not over yet doll” he replied.

“You’re still kicking ass” you beamed. Coach Steve came from behind Bucky and took the towel off his shoulders, massaging his joints a bit as he began to talk. “You’re doing great out there, just remember aim low, broken ribs cripples him more than broken teeth.”

Bucky swished some water around in his mouth, and then spit the red tinted liquid into the bucket in front of him. “Got it” he replied

When the reff came over to inform that they had less than a minute, you reached over and turned Bucky’s face towards you. Luckily his lip only had a small cut on it so you stood on your tip toes and had him lean down as you gave him a good luck kiss.

He smiled at you then turned back to put the guard in his mouth and stood up.

The next match lasted nearly 20 minutes. Punches were thrown like gunfire, rapid and powerful.

A few times Bucky had been knocked down, and was punched relentlessly by Johann but just as soon as a few punches were thrown, he was thrown off him.

You could feel the anticipation build from all around you as Johann knocked Bucky to his back, this time pinning him after getting in a few good punches.

Bucky struggled against his hold but soon after the reff called it.

It was anyone’s game now. Tied.

It sent waves of panic through you. You had faith in Bucky sure, but knowing that it was literally a 50/50 chance terrified you.

You watched as Steve began pep talking Bucky, nearly bouncing with excitement.

From beside you the two brutes where conversing in the space above your head where you were too short to reach. Yet you heard enough to be included, they were talking about how the winter solider couldn’t possibly win, that he was just a skinny prick from Brooklyn.

You looked up at them and crossed your arms over your chest.

“The winter solider could beat the red skull any day.” You stated loudly.

They looked down at you, and moved so you could see their mock expressions.

“Oh really?” the one to your right asked, a smirk on his fat face.

“really.” You stated back. “In fact I’m willing to bet on it.”

The two men exchanged a glance and then looked back to you.

“Well little lady, it’s your lucky day, a bet is exactly what we wanted to do” the man to the left smirked.

“Fine. If the winter solider wins I want….” You thought for a moment, there was no harm in betting especially when you just knew you were going to win.

“$200 take it or leave it” they told you, and you had no choice but to shrug and agree.

The next round began and you felt your heart leap when Bucky got right to his frenzy of punches. The red skull blocked as much as he could but his attempts seemed fruitless as he eventually ended up on the mat.

Three more times Johann was pinned and each time he got weaker and weaker as he stood up.

You felt your heart stop when Bucky staggered back after a horribly crafted punch landed square on his nose.

His nose began to bleed rapidly and you felt your heart plunge into your stomach as you saw its crocked position. His eyes locked with yours as he tilted his head to the side, still inching away from his opponent. The shock on your face was noticed by him but for his sake you smiled, and cheered his name. “You got this Buck!”

You knew what kept Bucky going, and a lot of it was support so you started chanting. “Winter! Winter! Winter!” soon people around you also chimed in, and before you knew it there was a symphony of yelling the name.

You saw Bucky glance around quickly, a wide grin sitting goofily on his face.

His name was now yelled by so many at such speed that it almost started to loose its meaning as a word anymore, but non the less you could see its effect on Bucky.

His gloved hand fell from his bleeding nose as he began to dance lightly on his feet, adrenaline freshly pumping through his veins.

The red skull had a look of complete and utter rage on his face, and soon the two started to circle each other.

“I see you got your bitch trained.” Johann gave a shit eating grin.

Bucky tried his best to ignore it, instead taking his anger out with a powerful jab to his opponent’s ribs. He however glided out of the way to the other side of the ring.

“what’s the matter? Did I hit a pressure point?” his slight Russian accent filled Bucky with red, and he forced all the anger to remain inside, unwilling for this fight to turn sloppy.

“Don’t worry, when you lose, I’ll take real good care of her.”

Bucky’s eye widened in hate and before anyone could so much as blink, he had Johann pinned to the ground, punching him relentlessly in the face.

The blood splattered on the mat so heavily it could be seen as modern art. Through the cheers amplified around him, he heard the reff start to count. Finally getting to one, as he rolled off his enemy and was hoisted up by the arm in triumph.

The crowd cheered his name like gospel, and out of all the faces his eyes locked to yours. You where being handed a wad of cash and sticking your tongue out mockingly at two large men beside you.

When the excitement died down and he was handed his belt, the speaker passed him the mic as he asked “So James, what do you plan to do now?”

“I’m going home with my best girl.” He replied with a smile.

(sorry if it wasn’t that good, it was kinda just a wing it idea.)