#so it cancels out in the search for pants or underwear specifically :')

[blujayonthewing]

I love to get swept up in researching stuff like ‘best kind of clothes for hiking/ camping’ and then go to try to find some of those clothes to wishlist and be reminded that fat women aren’t allowed to wear things

[eloves-writes]

a failed attempt to hate you

(tristan dugray)

a/n: i can only apologise if this writing is terrible, i wrote most of this in the middle of the night hopped up on medication for my disgusting cold. i hope it makes sense. anywho thanks for reading, enjoy, mwah <3

screw mr medina for making you help tristan study. you knew he knew from rory your inherent disdain for him, and it wasn’t your fault he was falling behind therefore not your responsibility to help him (as you had told mr medina last tuesday, with no effect). it was now sunday morning and you held little hope he would actually show up this time; he had somehow managed to cancel on your little study date 6 times already and it had only been 5 days since you were handed this apparently mammoth task. honestly, you didn’t expect him to show up at all, especially not anytime before noon- for which reasons you had made the decision put on your usual lazy sunday morning reading in bed get-up, which included (but was not limited to) an oversized rock concert shirt rory’s friend lane had given you in an attempt to clear her closet of non-christian attire, nothing but underwear underneath since you wouldn’t plan on leaving the comfort of your bedsheets for many hours, and a loose silk scrunchie you accidentally stole from rory keeping your hair out of your eyes. 

your book of choice today was ‘harry potter and the goblet of fire’ , the most recently released chapter of the boy wizard’s adventures at hogwarts. the clock beside you read 9:15 as you comfied yourself for a morning of magic and adventure, which naturally was ended a mere 8 minutes later at 9:23 when the doorbell rang downstairs. you assumed your mother would answer it, but when it rang a second time you remembered your parents had both gone out to watch your sibling’s soccer match and you’d have to get it yourself.

it didn’t even cross your mind to put pants on, or that it may not be the postman at the door, until you opened it to see your very favourite chilton student whose eyes had hastily wandered to your bare legs. typical high school boy, you thought to yourself before your brain actually grasped the situation and kick started into action.

‘tristan. hi.’ you said with a slight shock in your voice.

‘erm, hi. i hope i’m not interrupting anything,’ he smirked, glancing down at your thighs again.

you rolled your eyes so aggressively you hoped mr medina could hear it from wherever he was spending his day, irritating boy-less and free to do whatever he wanted with his time.

‘you’re not,’ you quipped. ‘i just didn’t expect you to actually show up this time. and early may i add, i’m sure we said 11.’

‘we did, but i’ve got plans later so i thought i’d come by earlier and get this over with.’

‘how did you know i didn’t have plans? i might have been busy before 11.’

he pulled a face of amusement and you could swear you saw a hint of sarcasm shining through his eyes too. ‘right. are you done talking now or can i come in?’

‘you can come in, i guess,’ you sighed, closing the door behind him and showing him to the kitchen table. ‘wait here, i’ll go and get my books.’

‘grab some pants whilst you’re at it.’

‘stop talking,’ you called as you walked upstairs.

you came back downstairs a few minutes later fully-clothed and carrying your english notes to see that tristan had wandered from the chair you specifically remembered telling him to sit in, and was instead tracing a finger along the bookcase that stretched across the far wall of your living room. for a moment you just watched him nosey into your life; the framed certificates, the family photos, the 5 tapes of ‘beauty and the beast’ stacked atop of each other because it was your favourite film when you were 9 and practically every living relative had bought you a copy. beside those was a picture of you dressed as princess belle at disneyworld with chocolate ice cream smeared from cheek to cheek, a huge smile plastered between. tristan picked it up and turned to face you.

‘thoroughly adorable. seriously, you should go for this look more often.’

‘ha ha,’ you grimaced, snatching it off him and placing it back on the shelf. ‘are we studying or reminiscing on my past fashion choices?’ 

‘oo, someone’s in a good mood this morning huh,’ he teased. you pulled another face, once again silently cursing mr medina for completely ruining not just your day, but in fact your whole week. by god this boy got more irritating the more time you spent with him- it had only been 10 minutes, but it was 10 minutes longer than you ever previously had or ever wanted to.

 ‘can i get a drink before we start?’ he asked, redirecting the conversation and walking past you back into the kitchen. he began opening various cupboards, searching for a glass. ‘where’s the-’

‘why yes, tristan. you can have a drink,’ you snarked, opening the cupboard behind him with a dramatic flourish. he raised his eyebrows at you and reached forward to grab a glass, leaning over you as he did so. you caught a whiff of his cologne and almost forgot to dislike him for a moment.

‘there’s, um, soda in the ... fridge,’ you told him, voice unwillingly faltering as he looked down to meet your eyes. he had pretty eyes. pretty, blue, sparkling, stupid, annoying, asshole eyes. 

you found the thick tension sickening. you refused to be another girl at school who simply swooned over him when he walked past your locker. you didn't like him. you were here to teach him english. because he was dumb. and actually, his eyes weren’t that nice.

he grabbed a soda out of the fridge and you both sat down at the table and began reading through your analysis of ‘to kill a mockingbird’, adamantly pretending not to see him staring at you the whole time. 

why? he had had every popular and pretty girl in the whole of chilton, how was he ever so starved of female attention that he would look at you so admirably when you liked to make it clear you despised him? in fact, you enjoyed making a special effort to flip him off, or pull a face at him when he walked by, or kick his chair extra hard in spanish, or... oh shit. you had seen it from an outside point of view now, and it was glaringly obvious; maybe you did like him, just a little bit. shit. rory owed lorelai 10$ and a cheeseburger from luke’s, though you didn’t want to have to admit she was right when she’d said you were like a kindergarten boy pulling a girl’s ponytails because he thought she was pretty.

‘hey tristan,’ you started, breaking the comfortable silence between his questions and suddenly nervous to talk to him. stupid, it was still the exact same boy you’d been complaining about all week, nothing new. 

he looked up from your notes. ‘what’s up princess?’ 

that was definitely new.

‘don’t call me princess’ -he smirked irritatingly- ‘do you need to stay much longer? i mean, is there anything else you want help with?’

‘trying to get rid of me?’

‘no! no. i just thought that you’d only stay and pretend to listen to me for like, half an hour then vanish. it’s 11:30 and you’ve been through my whole binder.’

‘it is? time flies.’

‘tristan.’

‘i do care about my grades, you know. and you’re a good teacher, i might have a chance at an A.’

‘why didn't you show up the last 6 times we planned then?’

he put down his pen- your pen, actually. it had pink sparkles on the lid. ‘got to keep up my street cred.’

‘ha ha. funny,’ you replied as blankly as possible, pulling back a smile you could feel in your stomach. you made eye contact again and, like every other time since you’d sat down and started studying, you held each other’s gaze for longer than necessary. funny how realising you like someone makes you suddenly act like it.

‘i should get going then right,’ he said, picking his jacket from the back of his chair.

you felt weird, almost as if you didn't want him to leave after praying earlier he wouldn't show up. alas, your parents would be home soon and you would be willing to bet money that tristan would have some interesting jokes about your being home alone that would not slide with your dad.

‘yeah. i hope you get that A,’ you said, accidentally smiling as you walked him to the door.

tristan turned to lean on the frame of the now-open door and put on a face of mock surprise. ‘my, my, y/n. was that a kind comment and a smile? you’re spoiling me.’

‘shut up, i hope you fail.’

he smiled back. ‘you really mean that?’

‘i guess not.’

there was yet another beat of heavy silence.

‘see you monday.’

‘see you monday.’

you closed the front door as he walked down the drive, but noticed tristan’s car keys still sat on the kitchen table. a porsche, of course. you picked them up and reopened the door to his fist poised to knock. the two of you laughed awkwardly for a second.

‘i forgot my-’

‘you forgot your-’

another awkward laugh. jesus christ this was uncomfortable. you passed him the keys, and with absolutely no warning at all, your lips were suddenly met with his. they were soft and confident, and his free hand held your face as you tried to process the new situation. you quickly melted into the kiss, letting him take control until he pulled away and smiled that sparkly smile you didn't hate as much as you tried to.

‘didn't see that one coming,’ you said breathily, brushing some loose hairs off of your face.

‘i knew you didn’t hate me.’

‘ever the arrogant twat.’

‘hey, does this mean you’ll stop kicking my chair in spanish?’

‘absolutely not. in fact, i think i’ll kick it harder.’

‘as long as you let me do that again.’

tags: @leossmoonn for inspiring me to start writing again, @account123445 & @lmaoidekanymore6 for asking me to post tristan fics! (couldn’t figure out how to make the tags work but if you read this, you know ✨)

[sugahttps-blog]

Pay Attention

Paring: Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1.6k

Warning: unprotected sex, grinding, fingering, oral, overstimulation, little bit of spanking, orgasm denial, orgasm delay, small daddy kink, i think that’s it??

(a/n): this is my first smut and fancfic in general don’t bully me :(

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You walked into the bathroom, expecting Jungkook to be ready for your date night, or at least be getting ready...but he wasn’t there. You let out a groan and looked all over the house, yet he was nowhere to be found.

“Go! Go! Go!”

Of course, he was in the room you forgot about. His studio. Opening the door enough to peak inside, you saw him sitting in his pajamas. So all this time since work he was doing this? You entered the room.

“Jungkook...” You whined.

He turned around “____! You didn’t get my text?”

“What text?!”

Jungkook unlocked his phone, “Oh, it didn’t send? Huh.” Jungkook then hit the send button and gave you a smile then went back to his game.

“Hey babe, mind if I cancel?” The text read.

You went to his side refusing to sit down worrying you’d ruin the dress you wore.

“I bought this dress specifically for this date Kook!”

“I’m sorry ____, I meant to send this text before you came back from work so you wouldn’t waste your time. Another day?”

Jungkook hadn’t even looked up from his computer screen. The audacity this man had.

“C’mon~” You whined, giving him puppy eyes.

“Babe, not now I’m in a call with some friends.” He replied, still not looking up at you.

“Pay attention to me!” You begged

That’s when the bright idea popped up in your head. You began to crouch down and your hand made its way to his pants, you gave his thighs a small squeeze, dangerously close to his cock. Jungkook replied with a small moan. Luckily for you, you remembered he had always wore oversized tees with no pants or shorts when he was gaming

“Please not now babe...” He begged. You heard little voices before he responded “No no, it was nothing.”

You kept moving little by little up his thigh, grazing him with your nails lightly, knowing it could drive him crazy. Then you got where you wanted, your hand on his cock. Slowly you began to pump his semi-hard cock.

Jungkook bucked his hips and let out a louder moan, although it was strained. “No! I’m fine guys I swear.” He said. Jungkook muted his mic. He then looked down at you and whispered “Please, ___...Not no-” There it was, a full moan and a small thrust. Now he was hard. “Leave, __-” He was so distracted he hadn’t noticed you pulling down his boxers and taking him into your mouth so quickly.

You held him down and swirled your tongue, then hollowing your cheeks quickly you began to suck on his cock, then slowly sliding it out. His cock left your mouth with a nice pop, making Jungkook even more aroused. You then left a long lick on the underside of him.

Turning his mic back on he said “Hey guys, I’m going now, sorry for leaving so soon, but have a good night!” Jungkook then quickly turned off his computer and looked at you expectantly. Finally. You grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom. You turned around and pushed Jungkook on the bed.

He let out a small grunt and imagined about all the things he would do to you, although that’s where he went wrong. During his fantasies, Jungkook got distracted and hadn’t noticed you putting handcuffs on him.

“What the fuck ____!” He began, but then quickly shut up as he realized he probably wasn’t going to have any power during all this.

You climbed on top of Jungkook and kissed passionately. Oh, how long you’ve waited for this day. Slowly you began to grind on his length knowing how hard he was. You looked down at his cock and saw all the precum that was leaking out. Another idea.

You began to suck him off again in hopes that he would want to cum, Jungkook began to buck his hips, hitting the back of your throat. You had never thought that you were good at blowjobs, but Jungkook always said otherwise. He never really announced when he was going to come when you gave him blowjobs, which was your favorite part. Not knowing. He was a moaning mess. A little while later, you was releasing all in your mouth, not wanting to disappoint, you swallowed. He looked satisfied considering he was panting slightly. But you weren’t done.

“Did I say you could cum?” you growled grabbing his face with a slight squeeze. “N-no...” He replied with a slight whimper. This was going to be fun. You already loved his sub side. It’s not like he really showed his dom side though, it was usually vanilla sex between you two.

You began to grind on him again because he was already semi-hard. He bucked his hips hoping to get more friction between you two, you wanted friction as badly as he did but you held on.

You teased him as you licked his tip, already having precum dripping. He shivered, this wasn’t much but because he just came it felt great. Bucking his hips again he tried to make it into your mouth. You lifted yourself up and took off your dress, leaving you in the your underwear.

You turned away from him and bent over, shaking your ass a little before you moved your panties to the side a little and teased your entrance. Slowly you pushed one finger in, it wasn’t really much considering your fingers were a little small. Soon after you shoved a second finger in and began to pump them in and out quickly. “This could’ve been you Kookie...” You said, panting and looking back making eye contact with him. He began to buck his hips, searching for any friction.

“That can still be me, just come here,” He begged. You walked over to him and impaled yourself on his cock quickly, you both let out such loud moans. “Don’t forget, I’m still in control.” You whispered to him, nibbling on his ear. He then thrust his hips and you moaned, biting his shoulder, he began to thrust even more, chasing his orgasm. As soon as he began, you lifted yourself off.

“____! Please!” He began to beg. You smirked and hopped off, leaving the room. You still haven’t had your fill. “____! Come back!” Jungkook shouted in a needy tone. He saw you enter again, but this time with a ring looking object that he couldn’t quite see. As soon as you got closer he recognized it.

To his horror, it was a cock ring. Jungkook never thought he would have to see it except in sex shops. He began to wriggle “No, no, no...Please don’t!” He cried out, cock throbbing. You slowly approached him and held his hips down. “I won’t have this on for long, don’t worry.” You purred as you put it on.

You climbed onto him and sat down on his cock so quickly the penetration burned a little as you were being stretched out by his thick length. You began to bounce on him as he was thrusting upwards. “Please, please _____, take it off before I cum!” He begged. “Sorry Kookie, this is for the dozens of times you cancelled on me for your games.” You replied.

You felt him began to feel his cock throb, and he attempted to thrust up even quicker, looking for even more friction, and you knew he was close. He began “I’m gonna cum, please take off this damn cock ring.” Jungkook then moaned even louder, he was always vocal during sex. You knew he had his dry orgasm. You laid atop him as you were having your orgasm as well.

You slid off and took of his cock ring, then his cuffs. He was weak and you knew it, at least that’s what you thought. You rubbed the head of his cock against your clit, then over your folds. He quickly grabbed you by the waist and shoved you down. Jungkook flipped you over so he was now on top. He reached for the cuffs and cuffed you. He thrusts at an animalistic pace, making you the moaning mess.

“You like that? You like daddy fucking you like the slut you are?” He growled. All you could do was moan.

Slap.

“Answer me, slut.”

“Y-yes daddy!”

Slap.

“Of course you do.” He chuckled, having no mercy on your sore pussy. He lifted up one of your legs, having more access to your vagina. “Do you want your daddy to fuck you like this more often?”

“Yes! Oh god, yes!” You screamed as he ravaged you deeper. “Fuck your slut like this more often!” You didn’t think that he could thrust with even more power, or faster in general, but he somehow managed. “I-I’m gonna cum...” You whispered.

“Then cum for me darling.” With those words, you did. Your walls squeezed his throbbing, overstimulated cock as if attempting to milk him. You were screaming in pleasure as your orgasm hit you. Even while you were cumming, Jungkook kept thrusting chasing his own orgasm. When you came down from your high you felt so sensitive with Jungkook thrusting inside of you. His pace began to slow as he came inside you.

Jungkook pulled out his softening cock as layed down beside you, both of you panting. “Please Kookie, stop canceling our plans last minute.” You begged. “I’m sorry, I promise I’ll make it up to you very soon. Now come here.” He said, opening his arms. You slowly rolled over into his arms, falling asleep.

Jungkook woke you up the next morning. “Hey, I think we might need to change the covers.” You looked down and saw both of your cum stains.