#the quality is horrible but the jump was necessary to gif

[cardis-tricycle]

you can't hear the super mario jumping sound but it's there ⛧

[prettyyoungandbored]

Official - Johnny Knoxville

Pairing: Johnny Knoxville x Fem!Reader

Same couple from the other fics.

NOT MY GIF

Y/N let out a big yawn as she made her way to her car. Jeff, her, and Johnny had wrapped up a production meeting with MTV execs that took way longer than necessary.

The guys and Holly begged her to come out with them after she was done, but she was too exhausted to entertain the thought.

She got into her car, throwing her purse in the passenger seat before rubbing her eyes. She was thankful she had the next two days off, planning on spending those moments resting.

She knew Johnny only had the next day off and despite desperately wanting to spend some quality time with him, she wanted him to get his rest.

She also wanted to make sure he was able to have some space of his own.

They’d been seeing each other for a month when Johnny made it clear that they were exclusive. They snuck out on dates or into each other’s hotel rooms. While Holly and Steve-O knew, they kept it from the others.

Just as she went to start the car, a knock at the window caused her to jump in her seat. She turned to see Johnny there and rolled down the window.

“You scared the shit out of me!” she said.

“Sorry, Babydoll,” he pouted. “I wanted to know if you were going to the bar to meet the group or heading back to the hotel?”

“I’m going back to the hotel. I can barely keep my eyes open.”

“You want me to drive you?” he asked.

“I’ll be fine. It’s only a 10 minute drive. Besides, don’t you get sleepy behind the wheel?”

He shrugged. “Sometimes.”

She blinked, wondering how he could be so casual about it. “Yeah, that terrifies me. Want me to drive you to the bar?”

“I’m going back to the hotel. I’m exhausted. Meet me in my room when you get there?”

“Sounds good.”

He held up his finger for a moment, looking out. “See ya Jeff!” he called out as Jeff pulled off.

The second Jeff and his car were out of sight, Johnny kissed Y/N on the forehead. “Drive safe, Babydoll. See you when you get there.”

“You too, Babe.”

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Before she went into his room, she brushed her teeth and washed her face. She changed into some sweatpants and a tank top before making her way to Johnny’s hotel room.

She eyed around to make sure no one else was coming by before knocking on his door.

The door swung open to reveal Johnny in a wrinkled plain white tee and sweatpants.

“I was wondering what was taking you so long,” he said.

She patted his stomach as she made her way in his room. “I had to get ready for bed first.”

He closed the door behind him. “I’m surprised you changed your clothes.”

“Well I had to get cozy,” she chuckled, wrapping her arms around his waist.

His hands cupped her face. “Could’ve slept naked. I do.”

She hummed as she inched toward his lips. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”

His lips closed on hers hungrily, as if they hadn’t touched in years. Although Johnny had once told her she was a great kisser, she knew she had nothing on him. When he kissed, he kissed with passion and urgency.

It made her toes curl as tiny fireworks exploded in her stomach.

When he pulled back, she rested her chin on his chest.

“What’re you doing?” he laughed.

“Just admiring you. You’re awfully pretty.”

He threw his head back, laughing. God, how she loved hearing him laugh.

“It’s true!” she pressed on. “Even when you’re covered in shit and wearing some dumbass costume like you wore today, you’re still pretty to me.”

“Now I can’t tell you the last time I’ve ever had a girl call me ‘pretty,’” he said. “Come to think of it, I don’t think they’ve ever had.”

“Not even ‘pretty boy’?”

He shook his head as she sighed heavily. “Well, I’m sorry people have been so horrible to you.”

“Might need to keep you around longer just so you can remind me whenever I need to hear it.”

She snorted. “That’s the only reason, huh?”

“I have my other reasons but I’ll keep them to myself.”

It was her turn to shake her head. “So cruel, Clapp”

He kissed her forehead. “Hey, I talked to my manager and we’ll have three months together after Jackass wraps before filming on that other movie begins.”

“Oh yay!” she beamed. They had talked about what would happen after filming on “Jackass” wrapped and they both made it clear to one another that they wanted to continue seeing each other.

“I already know a couple places I want to take you when we go back to LA,” she said “My friend actually owns this bar in Burbank that we can go to.”

“I can’t wait Babydoll,” he said. “I’m gonna have you all to myself whenever I want.”

“Who says you don’t now?”

“Point taken.”

She patted his chest. “Alright, you ready for bed?”

Before he could respond, there was a knock at the door. Y/N turned her head to Johnny.

“I’ll go in the bathroom,” she whispered.

He nodded as she tipped toed into the bathroom, closing the door. Johnny then opened the hotel door.

“What’s up, Dave?”

“You got any any extra weed on you? I’ve got a date in my hotel room.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Damn! Well, thanks anyway. Wait, why aren’t you at the bar with the guys?”

“I’m fucking exhausted, man. I’ll go with you guys tomorrow night.”

“Ok. Sounds good. See ya.”

Johnny closed the door, locking it. Y/N waited a second before opening the bathroom door.

“He might try you next,” Johnny warned.

“Oh, I have a ‘do not disturb,’ sign on my door knob,” she said. “I figured they’d leave me alone.”

“Wishful thinking, Babydoll.”

“I’m not worried about it. C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

She made her to the hotel bed, crawling under the duvet covers.

Johnny turned off the lamp on the nightstand beside the bed and slid under the covers. He reached his arms out, pulling her to him so her back was against his chest.

“You warm enough now, cutie?” he asked.

She smirked, wiggling her butt closer to his clothes groin. Johnny’s hand slapped her butt playfully.

“Behave,” he mumbled as she snickered.

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A loud bang at the door woke both Y/N and Johnny from their slumber. Y/N let out a sharp gasp as she clutched her beating chest.

“The fuck was that?” she whispered.

Before Johnny could answer, there was another loud bang at the door.

“Are you fucking serious?” he grumbled.

He got up from the bed. “GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP!” he yelled.

“Come outside, Daddy Knoxville! We wanna play!”

Y/N groaned. It was Ryan and the laugh that followed belonged to Bam. Of course it was those two.

Johnny shook his head, making his way back from to bed. He eyed the alarm clock which read 3:19 a.m.

“They’ll get kicked out eventually,” he sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Y/N laid back down and closed her eyes when the two assholes outside the door began screaming some song she couldn’t quite identify. She pulled her lips back, hoping maybe, just maybe someone would put an end to it.

But five minutes passed and eventually she had enough.

“WE’RE TRYING TO SLEEP YOU ASSHOLES!” she screamed.

Y/N froze, heart falling straight down to her ass, as the room and the noise outside fell silent. She eyed Johnny, his eyes as wide as hers.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

He opened his mouth to respond when-

“HOLY SHIT THAT CAN’T BE?!”

“HE BAGGED HER, MAN!”

Johnny got out of bed and stormed to the door. Y/N buried herself under the covers.

“Dude don’t tell me that’s Y/N in your bed-.” Ryan was cut off.

“Not a single word from either of you! You understand me? Not a fucking word!”

Johnny slammed the door, locking it. Y/N sniffled as hot tears trickled down. Of course he was pissed. He went to great lengths to protect her and their relationship and she ruined it because she couldn’t stand two grown men being loud.

She felt a hand on top of the covers that hugged her hips .

“Babydoll, can you look at me please?” His tone was slow, almost cautious.

She shook her head, eyes closed. “I can’t. I’m such a fucking idiot.”

“No, you’re not. Hey, c’mon.”

She pulled the covers off her face and was welcomed by a concerned Johnny.

“Oh, Babydoll,” he coaxed, pulling her into a hug. “It’s ok. I’m not mad at all.”

“I’m so sorry I ruined it,” she whimpered, sniffling.

“You didn’t ruin anything. Besides, they were gonna find out soon enough.”

His finger gently lifted her chin up. “Hey, I’m not mad, ok?”

She nodded as he kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry about those two. We’ll deal with them after we talk to Jeff and fill out any and all the HR bullshit forms, ok?”

She nodded her head again as he collected her back in his arms. “I’m sorry for putting us in this position,” she whispered.

“No apologizing, Babydoll,” he reminded her gently. “Let’s go back to bed and we’ll fix this in the morning.”

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“Oh I figured it out last week,” Jeff said, sipping on his coffee.

Y/N and Johnny met with Jeff in his hotel room the following morning to explain their relationship and what had happened the night before. Y/N felt sick to her stomach about telling Jeff, wondering what exactly kind of price she and Johnny would have to pay.

Jeff’s casual attitude on the matter, however, came as a massive relief to her.

“Anyway, don’t worry about the disclosure forms,” he went on. “MTV doesn’t do that shit. They don’t care.”

“How did you figure it out?” Y/N asked.

Jeff made a face. “Are you serious? You two were always a smiling at each other and he always keeps you in his eye line, even while he’s filming.” He turned to Johnny. “Also there’s no reason you need to be in her office so many goddamn times a day. I am happy for you two though.”

Johnny nodded as Y/N pat his back. “Well, I’m glad we got this out of the way.”

“There is one thing,” Jeff said. “She is gonna have to do a stunt.”

Y/N groaned as Johnny shook his head. “Absolutely not. No.”

“Relax. I’ll come up with it.”

“Jeff-.”

“She won’t end up in the hospital. I promise.”

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Three Days Later…

“Hi, I’m Johnny Knoxville-.”

“And I’m Y/N L/N-.”

“and this is the milkshake challenge.”

The couple sat next to each other at a table at a podunk diner. Holly, wearing a skimpy diner waitress, appeared from the double doors

“Milkshake for the love birds to share!” she cheered.

She set down a dark green milkshake with spots that reminded Y/N of mold. Of course, it was topped with whipped cream and cherry and had two straws.

“What the fuck is in here?” Y/N asked.

“You’ll have to taste it,” Jeff said from behind the camera

She groaned. As Johnny glared at Jeff and the guys behind him.

“Jeff, you promised,” Johnny reminded him.

“I put the shit in there,” Jeff assured. “No allergic reactions. No poison. No hospital trips. Now take a sip.”

There was no way out. They had to do it. Johnny sighed and rubbed Y/N’s back. “C’mon Babydoll. Let’s get this over with.”

She sighed as her lips inched toward the straw. She said a silent prayer before sucking through the straw.

It was then her taste buds were met with a mixture that could only best be described as dusty, onion mush

She spit it out in the bucket immediately. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU PUT IN THERE?!”

[ni-kol-koru]

KnB 30-Days Challenge

Day 11 : Favorite Uncrowned King

Mibuchi Reo 👑✨️

No second-guessing or too much thinking was necessary here. I needed one second to decide who I am going to write about here.

Now, what do you mean an Uncrowned King? When I look at Reo, I see a King proudly wearing his crown! He really doesn't care about what anybody thinks of him, he knows he is awesome, unique, beautiful, a skilled player, and loves and respects himself! One thing I really admire him for doing in the 2010s Japan is expressing himself, more specifically embracing his femininity. Those times didn't really offer a lot of space or support for people who were different, but there he was, confidently being himself, pursuing his own happiness within himself by finding out what style and feel he was comfortable with, even though a lot of people considered him a 'weirdo'!

Finding his character was a big thing for me for a couple of reasons. I was always afraid of being seen as a 'weirdo' as a kid, and his character inspired me to be myself and not care about what others think of me. He also introduced me to the LGBTQ+ community! When I was younger, people with sexualities different than straight or genders out of the binary system were something I never heard of, so finding him opened really important doors to me, and my view of people and the world changed. I didn't know what homophobia was, but seeing the way some people treated Reo automatically made me an ally and a person who wants to fight for queer people and their rights.

Speaking of the way he was treated... He seriously deserved so much better. The show and the manga treated him horribly. It is obvious that the creator isn't a fan of queer people, but making his characters, especially Hyūga Jūnpei, who he claims is most like him, treat him that way and never having anyone stand up to protect Reo, just made him, the characters and the show look bad. Still, I am grateful that Reo at least has teammates who don't pick on him for being part of the LGBTQ+ community.

Now, I have to ramble about his personality and other qualities a bit. What makes him one of my favorite characters and my favorite Uncrowned King is his play style. Reo never felt boring on the court, and watching him always had me at the edge of my seat. Seriously, I think he is so clever, and his shooting forms are just genius. Also, the way he is so elegant and graceful, yet so explosive and percise... I am in love. His personality just adds more to my love for him. He often appears to be rather uptight, having the need to keep everything and everyone in check, but when he relaxes, he is sweetness itself. He is gentle, thoughtful and kind. He acts like a mother to his teammates, and has an obvious soft spot for Seijūrō! When I saw the end card where he made sweets for Sei-Chan, I just melted! Not only that, but when I listened to a special CD, and heard him talk about how he feels about Rakuzan's loss at WinterCup, I felt really bad for him. He really blamed himself for the loss, he even said he wasn't able to sleep at night because he instinctively jumped to block the ball and bumped into Jūnpei. Only after he was repeatedly told he didn't have to worry about because it's not his fault, he felt at ease. Well, that proved just how much he cares and how deep of a feeler and thinker he is.

I love Reo a lot. He seriously deserves the world, and if I could, I would give it to him. Everything the best for Reo-Nee!✨️

[anotherpassiongirl]

Graduation and Silver

This is the prequel of a fic I am working on on Ao3. For short, this prequel is a resumer of the five forst book of the series and my fic is supposed to be a replacement of book 6 who isn't out yet.

When I was sixteen, my chilhood best friend, Laurence Martel, and I as well as some other friends participated in a video game competition. Laurence isn’t realy the video game type but she was glad to help in a last minute emergency. Long story short, the gouvernement was screening the participent to make who would be good spies and I got recruted to go to College des Soeurs de la Très Sainte Trinité who realy is a cover for the canadian spies’ school.

At the same time, I learned that my parent are also spies for our governement. No need to say my world went upside down in a short periode. I was a bit reluctent at first but my parents encouraged me to go and I went. The hardest part was lying to my best friend who hadn’t qualified.

On my first day, I meat my roomate and, only second to Laurence, best friend Marilou Dubois. Physictly, she is the total oposit of Laurence; she is short with brown hair as Laurence is tall with blond ones.

That day, I also made the aquaintance of Vincent Larochelle while Marilou and I were exploring the secret passages in the school and Guillaume Lesvesque during the assembly.

As I learned the art of being a good spy, I got my first mission a few weeks in the school year. It starded as going undercover in an other school in order to observe one of the teacher that was supposed to be no threat but had information on the antimatter. But, turns out that he was the one who stole them. In the end, everthing was fine but my first mission had me jumping out of a plane in the middle of the nigh in Italie with no parachute while the antimatter vials were exploding to save my collegue, also a student, who had been pushed out the plane uncontious.

My mother almost took me out the school afer that but my professor, Dominic Marsolais, calmed her down and she let me stay.

By the end of my first year, I had completed another mission. That one had took place in a filming studio for a show I love. Speaking of love, while Alyssa had Vincent and I tied up and him bleading because she shot him, Vincent said he had feelings for me. Clearly, I was confused about what he said but tried to push it away as much as possible since I had other problems like Beatice Thomson, a mean girl at school.

At the begening of my second year, things were weird between Vincent and I since last we spoke he didn’t remember his confession and I was in love with Guillaume who I started dating the year prior. During a combat class, I disloquated my shoulder because of how supried I was to have thouth it was my boyfriend intead of the assistant teacher everyone hated. That scene caused Vincent and I to have a talk; he did remember telling me but thought it was better to forget about it. We never spoke of the matter after and he went a little more easy on me after that. Which, in the mix, had lead to Guillaume and I to split up because I defended Vincent as Guillaume was being unfare to him.

During that same period, I was assign to my third mission. I learned from spending more time with Vincent that he wasn’t as bad as he made it look like. We also meat Damien, an asperger tech genius alway followed by his dog Betha, who worked to the shop where the satellite had been hidden.

Later that rear, my fourth mission was assigned to me. It was a mess. First, I had to be a waitress in a ice cream shop stait out of the seventies with minth green outfit and roller blades. Second, the training needed to achieve the necessary qualities to do this mission were horrible. Third, Laurence got dragged into it by dating Marc-Antoine, the coworker that she shouldn’t have; he was the criminal we were lokking for wich we didn’t know for sure until he had her in Italie. Forth, Laurence and I got kidnapped by Marc-Antoine. Fifth, I had no choice but to tell Laurence about me, my mom and the CSIS. Sixth, Jessica Benedict, Vincent’s ex, showed back up. At first, I liked her but after Vincent’s warning against her I could see why he dislike her so much. Seventh, Vincent also got kidnaped by Marc-Antoine. We managed to get him back even if he wasn’t in his best shape. Eight, Jessica wanted to stay to get back with Vincent. None the less, when I left school that summer, I was happy for Vincent. He seemed less lonely and we were starting to be friends?

As my third and last year started, I was more focus than ever. Not even Beatrice and the mean thing she was doing to me with her new boyfriend Guillaume were going to distract me. Not even a week in, and I got text with a “code yellow” on it. The mission had started somewhat peacefully in a model agency in Montréal, but took a one-eithy. Vincent and I got kidnaped by Gospoding, the Bratva boss, as we were investigating in Mexico. We were let go by Gospoding but not before learning that he, or rather she, was Vincent dead mother who wasn’t dead anymore. That lead to Vincent being interogated by the CSIS as if he was a criminal but his outstanding file adn the fact that mister Marsolais, Jessica and Christopher, Vincent’s best friend, put in a good word for him got him reassinged and back on the mission. It ended well, despite that Jessica took a big hit to the head and that I got shot in the leg.

Later, as I was about to head home after my last debrifing, Vincent told me he was leaving. And not just temporarely. He gave his resignement to the school and the CSIS so he could find his mother without the restriction from the agency.

I was left with his orchidee to take care of.

[ava-achlys]

The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Lee Juyeon - Tear

bottom! Juyeon x top! girlfriend! reader

Warnings: choking, mentions of smoking, noona kink, angst, seeking comfort, a lot of crying, Juju says 'love' a lot

Title is a reference to BTS' Tear (a.k.a one of my all time fav songs). Self-indulgent. Written in the dark.

Juyeon is there to kiss your tears away, and put you back together when you feel torn apart.

Juyeon wakes with a start. Shit, how long had he been asleep? He blinks, trying to adjust to the darkness, barely making out the time shown on his phone screen. 3:45AM. His brows furrow in confusion when he realizes the other side of the bed is cold and untouched. Your side of the bed. It wasn't unlike you to still be out so late, unless it's with him or your friends. But as far as he'd known, you were only at work today. He's worried, especially because you've been acting strange the past few days, keeping your words to a minimum, and often lost in your own world. Juyeon is never one to pry, but he wants to know how to help you out of your funk, but you've been carefully sidestepping his questions with chaste kisses and telling him "it's nothing, babe, don't worry."

How can he not worry? You two are similar in the way that you tend to bottle things up inside, masking your troubles and pains, and he knows from experience that that's not healthy. He's about to press the call button on your contact when the door opens and floods the bedroom with dim light from the hallway. "You're home," Juyeon exhales, releasing a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. You stiffen, not expecting your boyfriend to be awake at this time of night. "Did I wake you?" you wince internally at how harsh your voice sounds from disuse. You've been withdrawn all day today as well, speaking only when necessary, and choosing mostly to remain in your workspace alone.

"No, you didn't. But where have you been, love?" Juyeon asks softly, keeping his voice gentle once he caught on to your distressed state. You feel horrible, and now you feel worse because your dear boyfriend pities you and is worried sick since you decided to disappear for hours with no prior warning. It feels selfish, even, to hide your problems from your boyfriend, one of the most understanding people you've ever had the pleasure of meeting. But it feels too difficult to vocalize your problems. You've tried. But you couldn't get past 3 words before you began choking on your tears, sobs ripping so violently from your chest that you had to run from the meeting room, and hide in the ladies' room until you've stopped crying.

"Work," you uttered, working on autopilot. In the darkness you can see Juyeon frown, and it sends another icy stab through your chest. "I'm sorry, babe. I just... have a lot on my plate right now. You should go back to sleep, I'll join you in a bit," you murmur, avoiding eye contact as you hurry into the shower to get away from Juyeon's wary gaze. The hot water does little to soothe your nerves, but you continue to stand under the blistering spray, body feeling like lead. Eventually your skin starts to wrinkle and you shut off the water with a sigh, futilely hoping a good night's sleep would ease the tightness in your muscles. You nearly jump out of your skin when you realize your boyfriend is still sitting up, knees hugged to his chest, eyes downcast and looking pitifully small, despite his considerable height and stature.

You slowly walk over to the bed, running a shaky hand through his shaggy, dark locks. Up close, he looks as haggard as you feel, yet somehow still so beautiful and ethereal. He's just finished his promotions, hoping to finally spend some quality time with you after so long, but you've been avoiding him because you feel terrible inside, and don't want to bring him down with your negativity too. He leans into your touch, kissing the palm of your hand softly when it trails down to cup his cheek. "Won't you tell me what's on your mind, love?" he looks up at you, pupils wide. His large hands come up to rest on your waist, rubbing your skin soothingly. It's a welcome touch, his care and warmth something you've been craving badly but didn't have the guts to ask for. You shake your head gently, offering a smile that hopefully didn't look too much like a grimace, and press a slow, passionate kiss to his lips.

You've missed this. You sigh against his lips as he winds his arms tighter around your body, pulling you on top of him as he deepens the kiss. Your hand runs through his hair again, lips twisting, tongues pressing against each other, and you think you could drown in the taste of his lips -

"Have you been smoking again?" you crack open your eyes to find Juyeon's disappointed(?) gaze upon you. He knows you've stopped a long time ago, but upon tasting the faint notes of menthol and tobacco, he can't help but wonder if your recent stress has caused you to turn back to it. "Are you mad at me?" you mumble, fidgeting with the damaged ends of his hair again. Your boyfriend sighs quietly. "I'm not mad at you, love, I could never be. I just want to know what's been hurting you, and I wanna help you get through this." You lovingly stroke his cheek, tracing his high cheekbones down to his angular jaw. He's the sweetest, and sometimes you think you don't deserve him. (Spoiler alert, you absolutely do.)

"You've done enough just by being here for me, babe, thank you. Let's get some sleep, yeah? It's late," you attempt to clamber off him, but his grip on your waist keeps you in place. "Noona, wait!" The name and urgency in his voice makes your eyes widen, and you turn back to face him, his pleading eyes setting your uneasy nerves alight. "Use me."

"J-Juyeon?"

"Even if you won't tell me what's wrong, just take your frustrations out on me. Vent, yell, hurt me if you must. Just... use me to feel better, noona." His perpetually crescent-moon eyes are now round, wide, shimmering with apologetic tears. He's sorry that he hasn't been there for you all the time, and blames himself partially for your pain. You swoop down to kiss him again, reassuring him that none of this is his fault, but something stirs within you, seeing Juyeon seem so small and fragile beneath you. It's a rare treat to see your tall, reserved boyfriend be so submissive, and maybe this is his way of trying to make you feel better. Nevertheless, now that you've got him like this, it would be a waste to say no to those beautiful puppy eyes.

"Would you really let me do whatever I want with you tonight?" your voice is lower by an octave, and a shiver runs through Juyeon's broad frame.

"Y-yes noona, anything you want. Ask me to do anything, I-i'll give it to you. Just wanna make noona feel better," he whispers, eyes glazing over. A proper grin graces your lips for the first time in a while, adoring the way his breath hitches when you tell him "Good boy, Juyeonie."

You kiss him again, slow and passionate, and he licks eagerly into your mouth, hands wandering up and down your sides and waist. Your lips trail down the side of his jaw, down his Adam's apple, and hover above the sensitive skin over his jugular. You sink your teeth in, not enough to break the skin, but enough to make a mark and you suck harshly, feeling him shudder beneath you. You continue leaving pretty purple marks all over his chest, feeling him grow harder in his sweats with every hickey you lovingly etch into his skin. You run your tongue down the middle of his pecs, flicking ever so lightly on a pert nipple, and Juyeon whines feebly. You suckle on it, tugging gently with your teeth and he squirms, clutching tightly on your hips as he grinds his clothed member against your core, silently begging for you to stop teasing.

Sitting back up straight, you drag your nails down his chiseled abs, leaving faint red trails as you grind back down against him, making him gasp and arch prettily. "Noona please," comes his ragged breathing. He's desperately rutting against you like a puppy in heat and you decide you've teased him enough. Or maybe just a little more, loving the way his eyes go even wider at the sight of you slowly tugging your tank top off. You help him out of his damp boxers, hearing him hiss as his erect cock is released from the confines of his underwear, slapping wetly against his abs. You climb back on top of him, the fabric of your panties grazing delightfully against his aching cock.

Juyeon whines again, long fingers scrabbling to pull your panties down, and you oblige, letting him slide them down your legs and tossing them aside carelessly. "Ready, Juyeonie?" He nods frantically, his loud moans mingling with yours as you sink down onto his member, the pleasant stretch against your walls sending waves of warmth through your entire being. For a while, the room is silent except for the sounds of labored breathing as you and Juyeon readjust to being so fully connected after so long. Slowly, you start bouncing on his cock, and his face contorts in pleasure, mewls falling from his pretty pink lips, savoring the way your tight heat envelopes his throbbing length.

Picking up the pace, your hand slowly creeps up his body and rests on his throat. Juyeon's eyes spring open, excitedly awaiting the pressure around his throat. He gives you an eager nod, and your fingers close around his windpipe, feeling the vibrations of a low moan that escapes his lips. "Darling Juyeonie, you're always so good to me." Said boy keens, whimpering as he thrusts up harder into you, searching for your g-spot, proving your words correct. Even through his haze of pleasure, he still puts you first, trying his best to please you. He smiles dazedly when you increase the pressure, going cross-eyed as you ride him harder, faster, making the bed creak. His large hands, typically travelling up and down your body when he doms, are now scrambling for purchase on your thighs, your ass, anywhere he can reach as you drive him insane. His tongue lolls out of his mouth when your pussy clenches as it goes down on his cock, and you stick your index finger in his mouth.

He moans sinfully around the digit, lapping at it hungrily, drool spilling from the sides of his mouth and it's such a beautiful sight, the way his spit trails from your finger when you pull it out. You lean down to kiss his neck again, smothering your moans in the juncture between his neck and shoulder as you grind down harder, stimulating your swollen clit by rubbing it against his pelvic bone. Chest to chest, sweat mixing, every point of skin contact set ablaze as you chase your orgasms, Juyeon's wails of pleasure and breathless chants of "Noona I'm gonna cum, please let me cum, wanna fill you up please please please!" sending you into overdrive. You ride him relentlessly, and he's shaking from the effort of holding out his orgasm until you let him. He's sobbing, tear tracks glistening down his cheeks, neck littered with dark purple marks, angry red lines down his chest and abs and yet, he still looks so angelic.

You kiss him hard and a final squeeze of your hand against his throat has him reeling, spurting ropes of hot white cum into your aching core, his orgasm violently rocking through him. He holds you in a death grip, clutching you so tightly to himself that you feel every aftershock of his orgasm rippling through his body. He's gasping desperately for air, hips still thrusting subconsciously, still remembering to help you to climax even though he's exhausted and sore and dizzy from lack of oxygen. He continues to piston his hips, albeit a little shakily, spurred by the feeling of your lips on his neck.

The coil in your tummy tightens, threatening to snap. Another hard grind of Juyeon's tip against your g-spot triggers a physical and emotional release, and the floodgates break open, spilling your cum all over his softening cock, and spilling your tears all over his shoulder as you weakly ride your orgasm out. Juyeon barely notices your sniffling over his own, but when he does, alerted by the warm stream of tears down his chest, he runs a hand soothingly up and down your back, his other hand stroking your hair softly, pressing kisses to the crown of your head. He's no longer in subspace, reassuming his protective and careful self, rocking you gently in his long arms. "I've got you, love, everything's going to be alright. You're home, you're safe here with me, my love. I'll always be here for you," he whispers into your ears, hoping, begging you to believe him, and you finally do.

Minutes pass, and both you and Juyeon's breaths have returned to normal, chests rising and falling steadily. You decide you'll tell him everything tomorrow, rightfully confident that he'll understand, and you know he'll help you as best as he can, especially now that he's got much more free time to spend with you. You raise your head slowly, managing a small watery smile for him, and his heart breaks a little further. Such a beautiful face shouldn't be marred by tears and anguish, and all he wants is to hold you tight and kiss the pain away. And he does, wrapping you up in his warm embrace, holding you together when it feels like your whole world is falling apart.

A/N: It's not really a noona 'kink' per se, but it's a special name that Juyeon uses for his girlfriend when he's subbing? if that makes sense??? help i didn't think this through very well