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Was not expecting to do a harp cover first thing in the morning but last twilight is just that powerful. Here’s my rendition of this OST based on what Day/Sea plays at the end of today’s ep :P
#last twilight#gmmtv release the ost now challenge!! I wanna hear it fully!!!#this was fun to do and like. interesting#bc I don’t know how to play piano but I was looking at day’s fingers and trying to see what notes he played and stuff#while also using my limited music theory knowledge I guess#but yea no sheet music OR chords have been shared for a song that hasn’t even been fully released yet lol#last twilight the series#time to tag ppl who may enjoy and who have said they wanna be tagged in my harp stuff hehe#userpetri#uservid#userminty#usersufa#hope y’all like ittt#harp#b.txt
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Good nigth darling,you're okay?can we have more nerdy!abby pleaase i beg you 🙏🙏🙏(srry for my inglish)
teach me
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a/n; hello, my love! i’m good, and i hope you are too! of course EEK i was going to write more for her anyway, i love a nerdy girl. also this is cut off asf I’M SORRY i’m tired, maybe i’ll do a part 2 if y’all ask <3
synopsis; you’ve never been good at science, let alone college biology. when your professor all but forced you to get a tutor, who should you end up with but your nerdy girlfriend, who has a very unique way of getting you to study?
pairing; dom!abby anderson x sub!fem!reader
warnings; abby uses baby/princess, use of a strap-on, cockwarming + edging (kinda), abby refers to the strap as her dick and it’s referred to as her dick/cock, choking, spanking, degradation (ish. abby’s tone is just mean), anddd i prob missed smt so lmk <3
wc; 2.2k
p.s.; ALSO this is was ib an ellie fic i saw bro idk where tf it is 😭 searching for it tho. i js remember it was nerdy ellie. it was so good BUT LIKE WHERE IS ITTT idk i’ll link it here if i find it
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you’ve always sucked at science. biology, chemistry, whatever the hell it was, it had never been your cup of tea.
your professor had not so kindly recommended you get a tutor. otherwise, your grades would decline (more than they already were, that is). you didn't want a tutor, let alone for it to be someone you didn't know. you were already feeling awkward enough having to have someone tutor you at all—you couldn't imagine if it was by an unfamiliar.
that's where abby came in.
abby anderson was your girlfriend, and she was a nerd. like, cliche movie nerd. if you couldn't find her in her dorm, with you, or in class, she was at the library, doing homework until she couldn't anymore. she was a coffee addict with how late she was up each evening, study sessions, unnecessarily reviewing, and, again, homework.
let's just say, abby anderson would do crazy things for an a.
you didn't necessarily want to have abby as your tutor. for some reason, it was embarrassing to you. you had already felt that way when you told her you needed one at all. it would be 10x worse if she would be the one doing it.
not only that, the focus.
how the fuck were you going to focus when you have abby fucking anderson in front of you? when your mind races with memories of her fucking you from behind, or kissing down your neck, or making you the wettest you've ever been, just by being alive?
you weren't.
but abby was persistent. you had originally said no when she first asked to tutor you, but when the guy who was supposed to tutor you didn't even show for your first session, it was no longer a request.
it was a demand.
you were sitting beside abby in her dorm, working on an assignment for your biology class that was due the following day. you had taken up to ten breaks by now, and it had only been an hour and a half or so.
abby pushed her glasses up on her face as she looked over at you, eyebrow raised. you had been dozing off, elbow on the desk and chin on your palm as your eyes began to fall shut.
"hey," abby snapped her large hand in front of your face, making your eyes open again just as quickly as it had happened. "are you listening to me?"
no.
"yeah. yeah, sorry, i just, um—dna and rna. that's what we're learning now, right?" you ask confusedly, doing your best to make it seem like you know what you’re talking about.
but the look on abby's face tells you all you need to know.
"mhm, like, ten minutes ago," abby hums a bit annoyedly, and you can't help but let out a sigh. it's bad enough you have to be here at all, but letting abby down, or worse, pissing her off, was the last thing you wanted to do. “you're never going to learn if you don't put any effort in," she sighs.
“c’mon, abs,” you whined as you set your pencil aside, putting your head down on the desk, eyes on abby. the blonde set her own pen down with a small shake of the head, expression unreadable. “i can’t do this anymore,” you said dramatically. abby rolled her eyes.
“what’s wrong now?” abby asked, but it’s not like she really wanted to know the answer. you knew how seriously abby took her own schoolwork, which may be the reason she was annoyed that you didn’t. but you just weren’t like that.
“none of this makes sense. i can’t remember a thing we go over. god, i hate biology,” you complained once more, looking away from abby.
abby sighed as she put a hand on your shoulder. as much as she wanted to be annoyed, she loved you, and she knew full well that even if you were smart, biology was your worst class.
“what can i do to help, baby? flashcards, d’you want me to quiz you? what do you need?” abby asked as she moved her hand to your back, rubbing it. you shrugged.
“i dunno. i don’t think any of that stuff is going to help me, abby. my memory’s—not that good,” you lamely huffed, but it was true. your memory was best when it came down to the things you cared for. college biology was not one of them.
“hm,” abby hummed. it took a beat, a small pause. but then, abby’s perked eyebrows told you that she had just gotten an idea, and so did the way her plump lips curled into a grin.
“i think i know what’ll do the trick.”
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that’s how you ended up on abby’s lap, her cock buried deep inside of you as she gripped you by the bottom. abby’s way of bettering your sour memory came in the form of one of the most agonizing experiences you had ever had.
“how does dna differ from rna?” abby asks you casually, as if she isn’t filling you to the brim. you feel your face getting hot, bottom lip bitten down on as you look at her nervously.
“u- uhm. d- dna has a d- double helix model, fuck,” you whine. you must be at least a little correct, because abby bucks her hips up into you, causing the silicone dildo to move inside of you. “rna’s single, a- and involved in a different process than dna.”
“attagirl,” abby praised. it’s then that she grabbed you by the ass, hard, and forced you to ride up to the top of her dick, just before she’s slamming you back down. for only a few seconds, you gain some pleasure by moving your body like that, or abby doing it for you, that is.
but then, she’s robbing it away from you, just like that.
“a- abby, please, c’mon,” you whimper. this had been going on for a third of an hour or so. abby would ask you a question from the deck of index cards she had made for you, and you would answer. simple, right?
wrong.
because here's the thing: she wouldn’t move unless you answered her, and it had to be correct. and if not?
smack.
abby's large hand comes down on your ass as if to shut you up. really, it doesn't. you let out a moan as she then grabs your ass again, not giving a care to how sore you may be.
because she's already slapped you way too many times to count.
“don't act like this isn't for your own good," she says firmly, reprimanding you. "you got that one wrong last time. and we’re not going to stop until you’ve got that whole fucking deck memorized, you got that?” she asks, signaling to the forgotten pile of index cards on the desk behind you. you whine, body too achy for abby to deny her.
“f- fine," you whine, because who the hell would you be to say no?
“good girl," abby praises as she rubs her hands over your bottom, caressing you in a loving manner, a wide difference to the way she was addressing you mere seconds before. "now, can you tell me what a neuron is?”
doing your best to not focus on the feeling inside you, you nod, and easily answer. “a- a neuron—" you huff. "is a specialized cell.”
abby moves her hands to your hips and pushed you up, so that you're around halfway down on her cock. you let out a small shudder, but it must mean you're correct. “and what’s it do?” abby then asks.
to some degree.
but you know this one. after all, it was one of the last cards you looked at in the deck. so, you respond, “transmit.”
abby moves you up more, and this time, she brings one of her hands up to cup your tit. she plays with your nipple if only for a second, causing you to let out a low moan. but just when you think she's going to keep going, of course, she doesn't.
“transmit what?” she asks firmly as her fingers caress your rib cage, and it's all you can do not to roll your eyes.
“nerve impulses," you say a bit too fast, eager to have her hands back on you. your neediness helped you on that one. "i- it’s the basic unit of the nervous system," you add, for good measure.
"that's right, princess," abby smirked, course she did. she had always had way too much fun when she was driving you crazy during sex. this was no different.
but you're pleased to find yourself rewarded, because abby allows you to ride her again. you move up and down a little quickly, scared that your girlfriend will rob you of the feeling before it's even begun. abby begins to rub your clit as she gazes at you fucking yourself on her dick, way too needy for her touch.
"eager girl," abby cooed, rubbing her index on your clit in quick circles. "so needy for my cock, aren't you?"
"yes," you huff out fast, eyes closing shut at the feeling under you.
"too bad."
abby shoves you all the way back down her dick, so that you're all the way back down at the base. it pleasures you for only a second, before the feeling vanishes, just like that.
"abby, f- fuck," you groan annoyedly, body begging for a release you know abby won't give you unless you do what she tells you to do.
and she doesn't like your words.
abby grabs you by the neck, forcing you to look at her as you roll your eyes in the brattiest manner she's ever seen from you. "look at me. look at me when i'm talking to you," and she uses that tone you know she only uses when she's not playing games, barking your full name out at the end like the word pains her tongue.
once she's got your eyes on her, she speaks once more. "if you really want this dick, and i know you do, you're gonna take what i give you like the good girl you are. that clear?"
you keep your eyes on her, scared of what will happen if you don't, face hot as you answer. "y- yes, ma'am."
"primary use of the kidneys?" abby asks, not even giving you praise for obeying her. but you're not at all surprised by that: if there was one thing about abby, she did not like your bratty side.
this time, unlike what abby's asked you before, you can't remember the answer to this. like, at all. you fumble with it for a second, digging through your head for what it could be. but you don't get a response.
"i- i don't know," you dumbly stutter, genuinely unsure of what to say. abby isn't having it, obviously, because one mlre spank is coming down onto your ass before you know it.
"f- fuck!" you whine brokenly, head rocking back, and bottom sore from each hit abby's given you. she doesn't seem to care.
"yes, you do," she all but growls at you, and you think of your real class all too quickly, like she's your professor. "we went over this. so fucking tell me," she says, and it only makes your abdomen churn more.
and fill with butterflies.
“s- something to do with b- blood pressure, right? c- controlling it? please say yes," you were begging more to yourself than to abby, not even sure where that answer came from.
“mhm, and what else?" she coos, doing what she's done a million times before: moving you halfway up her cock.
"i- i don't know, abs. can't remember," you mutter, and really, how could you by now?
it looks like abby is feeling a little generous this time, because she helps you along. "what’s it do to your body, princess? begins with an 'r',” she asked.
even when your brain begins to fog up with all of the questions in your head, and what's happening besides that, it seems to click for you when abby says the letter 'r.' “r- regulates it? th- the fluid balance?”
“mhm," abby says with a small nod of approval, even kissing your chest this time as a reward.
"there’s my smart girl.”
and it goes on like that forever, question, answer, question, answer. sometimes, you got abby's cock easily. most times, you weren't so lucky.
your eyes are drooping, body aching and face hot as you stutter out the answer to the final card in the deck. once you do, you let out a deep, long exhale, which makes abby chuckle.
"see, pretty girl? wasn't that bad, was it?" abby coos, putting her hand up to cup your cheek. obviously, you want to say no. but after all of this, it was too risky to be bratty to abby. so you shake your head.
and you hadn’t even finished yet.
"n- no, it was—fine," you lie, and abby knows you are. but she doesn't ask about it, knowing full well how much she's done to you already.
"look on the good side.”
“you'll remember better now, won't you?"
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reblogs are very much welcomed <3
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tis the dilf season | j. button (22)
a/n: ignore the timeline cuz it’s a mess (I actually tried to do the maths) enjoyy 🤭
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yourinsta and the summer break begins! thank you everybody for this amazing season, it has been an honor to work as your engineer this season and looking forward to the next!
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yourinsta wdym you guys won’t play mermaids with us??? 👎
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jensonbutton I deeply apologise. dinner, my treat.
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username EXCUSE ME?? have you seen the last 5 years of F1 championships? yeah, that’s miss girly there. stay mad, boohoo
username are we, as a SOCIETY, expecting a dilf to play mermaids?
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jensonbutton: what is a 0.5? also, garage in 10 minutes, darling.
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jensonbutton: quickly then ♥️
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f1gossips yn ln was seen entering the paddock and completing her track walk for the mclaren team grand prix this weekend. jenson button not spotted near or anywhere today.
admin, reported.
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jensonbutton it’s great to be back on the grid. (and to be working with my favourite engineer again. ♥️) yourinsta
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yourinsta happy birthday to my (second) favorite news reporter and some driver I guess 🤭 aussiegrit !!
thanks for taking care of my brit! have fun in the retirement gang, hope to see you soon!
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jensonbutton pretty sure it was her idea.. (love you ♥️)
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yourinsta race dump, and you’re welcome for the surprise guest this weekend 😚
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N.A.I.L.S
Doing this to gojo
MINORS DNI
warning: edging(kinda) nsfw, nicknames like pa,daddy,ma/mami (NOT PROOF READ ND REALLY SHORT)
Gojo satoru x black! Reader
“who came ta make sweet love~? Not me~” you had sung quietly laying on gojo’s lap while he played COD, you continued humming the rest of the song but then you scrolled on you’re instagram (on that iPad you begged gojo for) to see sum nails, they weren’t specifically cute but it made you want to get your nails done. “Pa!” You had said excitedly, but he had ignored you. But you was ganna get what you wanted whether he liked it or not. “Toruuuu” you dragged the last letter of his name, “what ma.” He said eyes glued to the screen smashing buttons on his ps5 controller, “can I get my nails doneee~?” “Y’Ya asking me?” Like he didn’t know you wanted him to pay obviously! “becauseee I need you t’pay for ittt!” He ain’t respond “pleaseeee daddy~? Pretty pretty pretty pleaseee??” You kept going till you heard an annoyed sigh which meant yes. “Go get my wallet off the counter over there” he said eyes still glued to the screen. After you gave him the wallet you basically sprinted though the apartment to the bedroom.
You went to your walk in closet and started to get dressed, you wore this when you came back to the leaving room he had his card out on the coffee table signaling to grab it. “I had already got you a Uber it’s finna be outside.” “Thank you baby!” You said almost sprinting out the house till he stopped you, “ain’t you forgetting sum?” you walked back and gave him a kiss “that’s what I thought. bye I love you” “love you too!”
You came home with these nails with gojo’s  initials on them, “baby I’m home!” You shouted because he wasn’t in the living room anymore, you took off your shoes and walked towards the bedroom seeing him on his phone while the tv plays “Madea's Family Reunion” as he smirked at the little jokes n stuff made on the show you hoped on the bed “wanna see my nails??” “Mhm” he said putting his phone down for a little to take a quick look at your nails barely taking in the details. “Cute” he looked back at his phone, you smacked your lips, “you ain’t even look at ‘em!” You sat against the back board, then you remembered a TikTok trend you had seen! So you decided to try it. You pulled your phone out your purse then dropped the purse on the ground, you unlocked your phone going to TikTok and found to sound. “Baby I need you to stay very still f’me okay?” “Why?” “Just do it!”
You placed your hand on his crotch and started recording while grinding your hand on his shaft, he shifted his head toward putting his phone down trying his best not to move or show any typa weakness, “fuck you doing?” He said with his teeth together, “shhh! I’m recording!” This continued for a good 15 seconds this 15 seconds he noticed how cute your nails really were he also noticed the boner on his pants. You stopped recording and drafted the video. Then you put your phone on charge about to get up then he gripped your Arm and stopped you. “Y’think you can pull shit like that and get away with it?”
“Nghh~! Ohhhh~! F-fuckkkk toruuu!” “Yeaaaa just like that mama~” he had your legs over his shoulders your anklet with his name on it jangling in his ear, “fuckkkk mama give it t’me~” “torruuuu~~!” He pulled out and flipped you over arching your back, bullying his cock in your fat cunt smacking your ass making your brown skin turn a little pink “Yeahhh~ fuck me back ma- shittt!” He yelled feeling his orgasm come close “daddyyyy I’m finna cummm~!” You said with a shaky tone eyes slowly closing and opening “cum f’me baby” your eyes rolled back after y’all both hit that orgasm at the same time.
After fucking for another 1 and a half you were snuggled up to his tated chest drifting to sleep, while he was scrolling through instagram and Pinterest for you some new nail ideas.
Should I do a pt.2?
anywayssss ik its short as I said I really can’t type for dat long cuz my computer broke f’now but I’m telling uu once it fixed ima be boomin!
Bye lovelysss!!
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Strip Lawyer (m)
“Rules are for children.” - Joe Abercrombie
➺ Banner: The supremely talented @dnrequests 💛
➺ Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader
➺ Trope: Tutor!AU, Lawyer!AU
➺ Genre: Smut
➺ Rating: +18
➺ Word Count: 8.4k
➺ Summary: Years ago, as Jungkook’s tutor, you played a game – but not to completion. Today, he does the teaching. And he’s intent on reaching the finale.
➺ Warnings: dom!reader x sub!jk then dom!jk x sub!reader, strip poker but education, implied consent, little power imbalance, seggsual tension, restraints, oral sex (m&f receiving), grinding, jungkook is a tease as always, dirty talk, kissing, alcohol, boob play ehehe, fingering (f receiving), pussy slap, spitting, tearing clothes, biting, degradation, unprotected sex, jk cums on her ass, cum eating (kind of)
➺ Cross Posted: AO3
➺ Author’s Note: This was supposed to be @taegularities‘s birthday gift because she asked for Lawyer!AU - but in true Siya fashion, it went out of control. So... here you go LOL happy buttday to youuu, hope you enjoy ittt 💛💛 The biggest thanks to @jimilter because she is the reason I did not delete the draft, thank you so much for all your help in fixing this mess, love you so muuucchh 💛 Also huge huge huge thanks to @alpacaseoks for helping me with the flow and giving me pointers in a big chunk of the fic, I appreciate it so much! 💛 Disclaimer: I am not a law student in any way so please don’t expect any accuracy. Just enjoy the sex, I’m begging. Let me know what y’all think, and as always, thank you for being here!
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“You’re not serious.”
If only he knew.
“So. Serious.” You emphasise your words with a slap on his shoulder, “I won’t have it on my honour that a student under my tutelage has been failing the same subject for two years.” You raise an eyebrow at the hunched figure ahead, and knock on the table to bring his attention up to you.
“So you’ll just… Strip? Everytime I answer correctly?”
“That’s right,” you confirm, “and for every wrong answer, you strip for me. Simple.” You give Jungkook the widest grin you ever have, possibly too wide, because he only hunches further into his seat.
And it finally bursts your bubble.
“I mean… I’m just–you don’t have to do this, okay?” You scramble up from your seat, opening the distance between you two – placing yourself a good few feet away from the boy. “I was just… having fun with the idea—” With stumbling haste you continue to comfort him, “I jus–isn’t this like classic nerd porn that you’d watch?”
And you remember that comforting a fellow human being isn’t really your forte. You’re ready to gather all your belongings that are spread across the table, run away, change your name and hope like hell he doesn’t file you up for harassment.
Thankfully, your shabby attempt at damage control does ease Jungkook, and his back straightens a little bit as he brings himself to look at you.
“Not wrong,” he gives you a grin, “I–I really like that, umm, idea. Yes, let’s do it.”
He trails off, but not without a smile of burgeoning confidence – apparently not enough to finish that sentence with, but enough to give you one strong nod – and you have the affirmation you need. More affirmation is given by his not-so-subtle shift in his seat, that shows you something was making its presence known in the confines of his pants.
“All right, let’s start this. International Law and Relations is pretty easy, and actually has very interesting sub-topics – you can take subjects on this topic when you move to the next semester,” you pause flipping through the textbook and give your tutee, “if you move to the next semester. Thankfully, this year you have multiple choice questions, so… You better fucking pass, you hear me?!”
Jungkook only gives you a sheepish grin, his hands fiddling with each other.
“Okay, we’ll go through chapters randomly. Your first one – what is a country’s exclusive economic zone?”
On completing the question, you look up and await an answer – but the doe eyes that greet you back showcase that behind them, there is a lot of emptiness. Jungkook’s eyebrows are raised as he tries his best to push out any answer, any words, just anything from his brain. Alas, after two minutes, you give up.
“Okay, you’re going first then,” your voice breaks his intense thought process, and he flashes you a wide grin.
“Socks count right?” He pulls off the socks on both his feet, and wiggles his toes against the fresh air.
“Why you wear socks in this weather, it’s beyond me,” you huff an exasperated sigh, “but okay. One down. Exclusive economic zones are the sea-areas where coastal states have the right to exploit resources for economic gains. Think fisheries, mining, construction, artificial islands, and other endeavours. Capisce?”
“Got it. Next!”
“Love the enthusiasm,” you grin at his eager look, and open the textbook to a random page again, “okay, same chapter, what are the three international air laws?”
“Oh, I know this! I read thi–uhh, Public International Law, Private International Law…”
“Yesss? And?”
“Why is my brain saying Supernatural Law?”
One look at his bamboozled face and you burst out laughing. “Supranational Law! Not Superna—” Your persistent giggles have you dropping the book onto your lap, hands rushing to wipe a tear that makes its way down your cheek. You can see a bleary Jungkook, following suit in your snickers, his shoulders rising up – it’s a very cute view.
No, Jungkook is not your type of guy – and you will not make him.
You’re actually supposed to wrap up this session with Jungkook earlier than usual – because a party doesn’t wait for anyone – and last night Baekhyun told you he’d pick you up. When you asked him whether the party was, he only sent you a smirking emoji as a response.
Rude boys are your standard, and Baekhyun fits it to the tee. Jungkook, not so much.
But now you’ve started something that can’t possibly end soon.
“Okay, next item!” You aim to be loud, to quell that finagling thought in your mind.
“But—” Jungkook sputters out, “but I got that right?! Come on, it was close enough!”
You shake your head. “A hundred, or nothing. Chop chop,” you wave a gratuitous hand at his torso – and he obliges with a sigh.
God damn.
The gamer nerd, who probably doesn’t see the light of day – his body is way too beautiful for his character arc. You scan his whole chest with your glaring beam, pecs ogling back at you – totally unaware of how Jungkook is doing the same to you – it takes considerable effort for you to rip your eyeballs out and get them to focus back on his face.
You take a large, audible gulp to facilitate speech, “Okay, didn’t know that’s what would greet me – moving on—”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean absolutely nothing, you closeted hottie,” you attempt to close that argument with that sole compliment – after all, you do have a tutoring responsibility – but Jungkook’s singular raised eyebrow makes you wonder if that party is really worth it.
Oh no, you need to make him pass this.
“Let’s move on now, or else you won’t ever move on from college,” you deflate whatever ego-ballooning Jungkook has – his bare shoulders slumping back to his hunched posture – and you internally grin.
Picking up the thick textbook, you flip through to find a new page laced with information. “Name three international hybrid tribunals, and their subject matter.”
“Okay okay, I just did this,” Jungkook starts off with confident, “the Special Tribunal for Lebanon, which is for the the prosecution of the people responsible for the assassination of the Lebanese Prime Minister, Special Court for Sierra Leone—” he pauses to take a deep breath and you watch his chest heave with an intent gaze, “which was for the Sierra Leone civil war, and finally… What was the–uhh– for the Kosovo War… Yes! Yes! Kosovo Specialist Chambers! The Kosovo Liberation army was put on trial,” he ends with a gleeful smile.
“There you gooo! See, you can totally do this,” you give him an encouraging nod, “what do you want me to take off?”
“O-oh, umm, your top?”
“Sure,” setting the book on the table, you slip out of your camisole, shaking your head to send your hair back to their place, “shall we move on?”
But moving on gets tougher when he eyes you like that. The air gets denser within your space, the room feeling too small to escape the tension, and too big to act upon it. You remind yourself multiple times – this chocolate boy isn’t going to be the end of your night – your night ends on Baekhyun’s unspoken promise – but the eclipsing eyes that follow your neon bralette are pushing your brain to reconsider how you write this evening.
“You–uh–you are really hot,” Jungkook’s fumbling words finally reach you.
You chuckle, stifling the urge to egg him on. “Thank you,” is your quiet response, and you both do well to stifle the snowballing tension.
“Okay, now I’m way more motivated to get my answers right,” he exclaims with vigour, and the two of you trudge forward, keeping up this charade of studies.
Many questions down, and you’re at quite the standstill.
Jungkook sits on his chair, not an inch of clothing on his body, stark naked – and you are about to lose your bra.
Apparently he can apply himself real well when there are lewd incentives at the end of the rainbow. You circumvented the inevitable, counting riddance of jewellery and accessories as stripping – but now you’re out of options. Jungkook’s lips – pulled into a tender smirk that isn't racy – don’t threaten to sweep you off your feet – but fuck, they still get to you. Supple, with the slightest hint of moisture making his waterline glisten… you ache to taste them, to run your fingers over them, to drip honey all over them and watch them turn sweeter than ever.
You need to get on Baekhyun’s dick. ASAP.
“Go on, I know that was right!”
Breaking out of your reverie with a demure huff, you smile your way out of your bra, and you can fully hear the deep inhale that your tutee has to take to this new view. With a brazen look of gloating, you cross your arms, letting your eyes and your cleavage do all the teasing – lest your tongue stumbles over the words and lands in his mouth.
“Shi–yo–you’re—” Jungkook’s words falter as well, giving you an extra boost of pride. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn hot – I’m sorry, is this the fifth time I’m saying this?”
You laugh with him. “Yeah, probably. Could use a thesaurus.”
“I don’t think my brain will process anything on it. This keeps coming out because I got practice. Said it about a hundred times in my head.”
With your head thrown back, your whole body jiggles in laughter, filling the room with mirth and joy to replace the leaden lust in the air. You bend forward to flick his forehead, knowing full well that the movement just makes your breasts look more enticing; if that was even a possibility. His cock is stiff as iron, and you can fill a drying lake with your current rate of salivation. Both of you clearly recognize that words are flowing slower than before, movements are more calculated than before, and most importantly, eye contact lasts way too long for either of you to ignore.
“Okay, umm, last question, then I need to be off.” You attempt to bring a close to this increasing strain in your throat, no matter how badly your body wants to delay your departure. “What years did the Hague Conventions take place?”
“I hate these questions,” murmurs Jungkook, “I remember the subject matters of it – it’s not like knowing the exact dates and times will help me avert war.” His pout makes you falter, like there isn’t a fully grown naked man in front of you, like he isn’t testing your limits right now.
“So… No answer?”
Jungkook shakes his hung head, having given up on finding an answer. “What now, I can’t peel my skin or something,” he starts, a very innocent tone for this ambiance.
“Yeah, I mean, I gotta g—”
“And I’m out of jewellery, too, so—”
“Yeah, it’s cool, I’m gonna head out anyw—”
“You wanna tie me up or something?”
Silence.
Too long of a silence.
“I mea—”
“Jeon. Jung. Kook.” Your staccato of words work as a beat, your legs moving in its sync. You bend down for a brief moment to pick up his discarded t-shirt, but the rest of your movement wastes no time in finding a seat on his lap.
His dick presses against your clothed core, imbuing the ache that he currently feels, and goody – you both are in serious pain. And when you lean ahead to gather his hands into a knot on his back, he takes a sharp inhale – your breasts doing everything his dick-led-brain has been wanting for the whole session – pressing against his chest to feel every throb that races through your body.
“You have no filter,” you whisper into his ear, making sure he feels your damp lips move, “do you?”
“N–N–I, me–nngghh,” Jungkook labours through this ordeal, his hips going the extra mile to close the gap between you two.
When you feel his hardness work against your pulsing clit, it only eggs you further, and the rudderless ship of your resolve yaws out of its lane, finding its anchor in the parted lips in your view.
If your surroundings could combust at the spark that you set off with the kiss, you’d be sitting in a castle of embers, licks of flames being innocent bystanders to the heat that your kiss generates. Your fingertips dig into the nape of his neck, and you swallow his groan with an eager tongue. Without a break, the kiss turns feral.
You push into his mouth. He returns in kind – although there’s nothing kind about the way he digs his teeth into your lip. The hiss you attempt to release never makes it out to the world – Jungkook is intent on ending this kiss only when the last breaths in your bodies threaten to leave, carrying along with them your consciousness.
And when that point comes, you part – your head is thrown back, and your hand carded in his hair pulls his back as well. Brisk, shallow breathing is the tune to which you gather your bearings. Your thighs burn for relief, the ache of holding your body in place settling in as the dopamine dies. From your awkward position, you flit an eye towards your partner in crime – and any dopamine that was dying, comes rushing back.
Your hands are still in the lush strands of his hair, and his lidded eyes are bouncing between many areas of view. Your libidinous eyes, your wet lips, your heaving breasts, or the junction of your thighs that give his hardness teasing touches. Maintaining this position, you dig into his cock, your flimsy underwear allowing your arousal to caress against his hot and awaiting length. He groans – it’s animalistic, it’s uninhibited, it’s none of the shy gamer nerd who cowered under the weight of your knowledge. His eyes, fervid, shuttle between all of your exposed skin, finding an anchor, but failing to stop.
“Look at you, is this what you really wanted?” It shocks you how far your voice shakes – what caused it – the kissing, the breathing, or the rock hard cock currently against your throbbing pussy? Who knows.
“I mean… We wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want this,” Jungkook bites out an answer with great difficulty, “I—I definitely wan—ungh!”
You just can’t resist. His neck. His clavicles. His bobbing Adam’s apple. His chest. His restrained arms making a tireless effort to feel you. You leech onto his sparkling skin, and drag your tongue in the confines – Jungkook’s words transform into unintelligent warble, just the way you like.
Sliding downward, and acknowledging the slight ‘fuck’ that Jungkook exhales with a smirk, you lodge yourself directly in front of his broad, heaving chest. The position is awkward — a lot of your body weight lays on your hands that balance you on the chair’s seat – but your current view makes any pain go away.
“Could this be the reason,” you land a soft peck in the middle of his chest, “why your grades are like this,” trailing your path with your nose, you move left, “we could have just gotten this over with,” you end the sentence with a swirl of your tongue around his already pebbling nipple.
He hisses a string of unintelligible curses, arching into your ministrations, “Yo–you’d have d–done tha—” His train of thought ends with an audible gasp when you engulf the nipple in your mouth.
“For my tutee,” you release his nipple with a pop and look back up at his eager-to-please-face, cupping a cheek, “anything.”
“Can y—can you get rid of thi–this?” He shakes his bound hands from behind, his shoulder muscles bulging in the movement.
You simply shoot him an innocent look. “But you asked for it, didn’t you?”
“I thought that was the best thing that could happen to me,” Jungkook huffs with a light pout, “right now, I’m regretting it so hard.” As he speaks, you move to trail a soft line of kisses across his chest, reaching his other, neglected nipple. With your eyes locked in with his, you lick around the nub again, enjoying his restrained groans from your vantage.
“You don’t like it? What would you do if you… could touch me?”
“Fuck, I would—I wo—God, I would wrap myself around you… take a big piece of that ass, tear off your fuckin’ underwear… Grab your tits and dig my face into them till it’s time to execute my will—”
You chortle, still busy teasing his chest and making it hard for him to make his words flow. “You don’t need your hands for the last one baby.”
Your skin rumbles against the loud groans of pleasure that come out of Jungkook when you press his face into your chest, and you feel him frantically lick and suck at your skin, tongue lolling at whatever it could catch a taste of.
“Ahh, this is—making me want some very bad things,” you chuckle at the throes of pleasure he is pushing you under, but are surprised at yourself how much your voice quivers as well. Jungkook makes a show of fighting his restraints; you very well know that you don’t have a sailor’s knot guide on you, and the fight he’s putting up is not more than the fight you had been putting up throughout this evening.
“Bad things?” Jungkook’s breathy whisper brings you back to his lips, and you drop back on his lap, grinding yourself just enough to let your wetness cover his twitching length. “You’re my tutor, I–I’m sure you only want the best for me.”
With your show of repress finally curtained, you drop to your knees, arching your back until you’re face-to-face with his member – tip leaking copious amounts of precum, owing to the hours of tension that you put him through. Jungkook’s thighs tighten under your enrapt gaze, and his staccato breathing is music to your ears.
“Well, since I am your tutor,” you preen before you drag your tongue around the base of his dick, “and since I want only the best for you,” you drag your tongue up his muscle in one long stroke, “let me give you the best that I have.”
You wrap your lips around him thinking about how sweet he looks. You draw figures with your tongue thinking about how he's absolutely not your type. You suck more of his length into you thinking about how his moans differ from your average partner. So sweet. So pure. So untainted.
So, so not for you.
Perhaps sweet is what you nee—
“I’m gonna cu—”
The shrill ring of your phone pierces through Jungkook’s uncontained moans as he empties into your mouth recklessly. With your eyes closed, you try your best to savour the crisp, salty taste, letting your tongue cheekily lap at his member until you feel him shudder under your stimulation. Satiated, you get to your feet, looking eye to eye with the doe-eyed monster – who has the gall to look so pure even now, hands tied, balls empty.
“I should… Get that.”
Unsurprisingly, Baekhyun is pissed that you kept his premium cock waiting at your doorstep, and you appease his injured ego while finding your clothes and bearings. Jungkook relieves himself of the ‘restraints’, eyes following your disrobed body as it finds its modesty back, piece by piece.
“Okay… my phone, my book, my jewellery… I think I got everything,” you announce to the small, overheated room. “Jungkook. Good luck, this is the one thing you gotta pass, make sure you reread chapters 8 to 11, don’t blindly mark something because it sounds reasonable because nothing in this world is, make sure you have eno—”
“But! Listen—” His voice, still so sweet, not a hint of demanding assertion in his tone, just plain and beautiful pleading. “Wh–when can we… Umm when can we m–meet again?”
Ugh, your heart.
“Listen, I’m going away on vacation, my exams are over,” with a mildly heavy heart you try to explain to him without rushing, “that’s why this was our last class. And after that, I’ll be moving away. But!” With a spring in your step you open his door to let yourself out. “Keep in touch! Keep texting me, okay?” With your second shoe on, you stand at the stairs leading you out of his apartment, and look at him for one last word.
And you see his beautiful body and almost crumble back into his apartment.
“Yeah… Will do, bye!” He pulls himself together and grants you a bright, guilt-free smile.
So sweet, even when you’re blowing him off. So, so sweet.
But you don’t do sweet. So accepting his goodbye, you run like a deer being chased by the hungriest predator, towards the spice that awaits at your door.
Damned professional attires. Why can’t they look good without having to be tended to every fucking day?
You curse yourself for the cup ramen breakfast that ruined your only good shirt, owing to which you have this stainless but wrinkled shirt on you. It is very out of place, the lush lobby walls making you feel like every crease on you is magnified by a thousand.
It’s obviously not the shirt that is making your stomach gurgle. It is the upcoming meeting that is creating turmoil in your insides, part dread and part excitement.
“He will see you now.”
This guy has a receptionist and an assistant. Why is he so boujee? One look at his office door and you already know – this meeting will not go as per plan.
And when you push the heavy-set mahogany door, and take the man sitting at the baroque desk, silhouette highlighted by the clear night sky behind him – you’re certain this night was made for trouble.
“Ah, look who it is.”
That voice. So different from the last time you spoke. Gone is the tender, dulcet voice of his, gone are his soft, vulnerable eyes, and gone is the benevolent disposition that he carried around with pride.
As he takes a good, slow look at you, assessing you from top to bottom, gleaming with mischievous confidence, you shuffle in discomfort at all this directed display of interest. The million twinkles in eyes have coagulated to turn into a ball of inferno. With that blaze, he drags his eyes all over you, tracing your contours with the pens of his gaze, making you feel nails and needles through your spine. Unabashed. Doesn’t care that you’re waiting to take a seat, doesn’t care about your obvious discomfiture, just holding you at your place like a puppet to his watchful leer. The black-on-black suit fits his body like a dream, and the things you want to do to him are straight out of a nightmare.
“Please, why are you still standing?” His assessment complete, he waves an arm to the plush leather seats at your disposal. “Have a seat.”
Moments of uncomfortable silence pass by you, but only you seem bothered by it. You hate how fidgety you are right now, showing your cards so plainly. But truth be told, you have no cards to show. You’re here for his help, and there’s no game to be played with him.
“You’ve done well for yourself,” you offer, making a general gesture to show his entire office space. You could fit nineteen of your cubicles in here, and still have space to waltz around. Your incessant jumping from one firm to another, attempts at finding footing wherever you land but ultimate dissatisfaction with whatever was presented to you led to a not-so-stellar career, and tonight, to this office.
“Thanks.” He offers nothing more. And his lack of words definitely stings.
How did someone who breezed through law school end up like this?
More importantly, how did someone who was barely passing subjects under you end up in a position of such power?
And most important of them all, how did you end up being at his mercy?
"So tell me,” he begins once again, bursting your bubble of self-detestation, “how can I help you?"
You take a deep, rich breath and start. "I'm assuming you read my email, so I just nee—"
"You're gonna have to pause right there. I didn't." A simple response, with a simple smile, and you simply want to crawl into a hole and never see sunlight ever again. Jungkook doesn’t even try to explain himself out of this – no excuse or reasons given as to why the email remains unread. And as happenstance would have it, you are in no position to ask him why.
"Very well." You tap the file ahead, taking a deep breath and starting again, "This file should have it all. It’s better if you read through it, I might miss details."
Jungkook’s extended, bejewelled hand accepts the file, and leafs through the bundle of papers you’ve prepared for him. But that is not what you’re internalising. You're too busy furtively eyeing his bedecked office, the wooden panels offering a private divide between the office space and a separate seating area. The ritzy furniture establishing the space, the lavish lighting giving more depth to the space, the skyline flaunting its glory above it all – you're fraught with uncontrollable envy.
A call to your name jolts you, moving your eyes to him.
“So do you need me as co-counsel? I hardly think you need the help.”
“Please, don’t patronise me,” you chide him, the repressed irritation showing its face. “I know I’ve not had the best set of years in this field. And I know I fucked up on this one, pardon my French.”
“Well,” he pays no heed to your agitated tone, pushing the file back to you – just enough, so you are forced to get up to reach, “you’re right about that. You fucked up. I can definitely look into this, but I have a heavy workload as it is.” He simply shrugs, a mock-saintly frown on his lips.
What happened to your sugar-cookie boy who would do anything to make you proud?
Who is this man?
“I know, but I’m—” You swallow everything in you that stops the words, “I’m desperate. This meeting was clearly out of desperation. I know you knew what this was about. Why would you accept an appointment this late if you weren’t going to take on the job?”
“Maybe I just wanted to see you. Maybe I was curious what my tutor was doing, after leaving me high and dry that fateful night.”
He says it with such a harmless smile, like he just announced what he had for dinner. If you weren’t shaken yet, you now are.
“If I remember correctly, that was not the case. But for now, I’m asking for your help. That’s how I’m doing.”
“Yeah well,” with a smooth move, he gets out of his charcoal seat, and glides towards the tasteful couches placed on the other end of this palatial office, your heartbeat picking up pace from a gentle jog to a frantic pace, “I think I’m entitled to something in return.”
You follow him to the couch across the room, seating yourself on it – and taking a second to enjoy how comfortable it feels. “I literally swallowed your load that night. If anything, I’m the one entitled to this.”
“I’m sure your boy-toy that night gave you everything you needed, didn’t he?”
Deep breath. He remembers the night very well. Too well.
Did you expect that? No.
Did you want to find out?
Well, why else did you choose his name from a catalogue of high-end lawyers who could have saved your ass in this case?
What’s that saying… Curiosity kills your pus—
“Listen,” you interrupt your own reverie, “you will receive remuneration for your work, my boss is ready to—”
“Nuh–uh,” he tuts, “come on now, we really don’t need to play this cat and mouse game, do we?”
A deep exhale calms your nerves against this burgeoning yet desired situation, and you leave your seat to accept the glass of whiskey he’s offering you. After returning to the couch and gulping the hootch, you meet his accursed, biting gaze. “What can we even wager on like that night? It’s not like I have test questions to ask you anymore,” you throw the ball back into his court, desperately hoping he finds a good enough solution.
“Oh, no, no, no,” he teases you, sliding into the seat – it’s unbearable how good he looks with this confidence. He gets in your space, still holding his undrunk glass of whiskey, peering into your eyes as he makes his proposal. “I think a bit of role reversal will do us good,” he smiles back at you. “Do you good.”
“My definition of good, or yours?”
He smiles at your attempt at feigning confidence. “I don’t think they differ by much.”
In this quietude, the frenetic beating of your heart rings all the way up in your ears. It is a testament to how agog this transformed man leaves you; by the way he speaks, the way he looks, the way he commands your entire being. Words fail you, so you whisper a small ‘yeah’ and nod – you definitely knew where this night was going the moment you called his office, even if your ego strives hard to say otherwise.
“Let’s start simple,” he begins with a slap to his thigh, seating himself comfortably, “where did you go that night?”
What tactic is this? You’re baffled that this man – looking like a Michelin-star-seven-course-meal – cares about that one immaterial night.
Was it really immaterial, though?
Youngling Jungkook was probably offended, you posit to yourself, by the way you left things hanging (pun very much intended).
“How would you know if I lie?”
“I’ll decide that.” His eyes add “and you’ll follow.” No room for discussion is provided.
“Right.” You sip on your refilled glass, clearing your throat before you answer, “I don’t know if you know him, Byun Baekhyun.” You look in his eyes for recognition, but you can’t read anything, anything at all. “I had to meet him.”
“To fuck?”
“Well, yes. Drinks and then that.”
“Okay, I’ll take that.”
And you’ve passed question one – all your clothing fully intact.
“Next question,” his eyes filled with sensual mirth, “was he any good?”
“Oh my God,” you throw your hands up, ready to leave the seat in a show of exasperation, “are you—is this insecurity? After all these years?”
“Well, I’m asking the questions, so I don’t owe you an explanation,” Jungkook leans into the cushions, his confident manner growing with each passing second, “but you might say, I’m curious.”
A moment of silence passes.
“Yes.”
“Ahh…” He tuts at you, inching closer until you feel the microfibres of his coat against you, “Wrong answer.”
Of course it’s the wrong answer.
Byun Baekhyun might have been one of the best fucks of the campus, and you might’ve had a lot of fun with him on erstwhile rendezvouses, but that night wasn’t either of your nights, with him being pissed of at you for making his dick wait, and you having your mind glued on a totally different dick to his. The lie might have been obvious, but the fact that you’re having to accept it right now is making your ears heat up.
You don’t really need to do this.
Oh, but you do.
“Go on,” Jungkook coaxes you with his honey-dripping voice, lidded eyes tormenting you, “you know the rules.”
In the tense air, you take off a bracelet, the fake diamonds leaving a chill on your wrist. After dangling it in his face, you drop it onto the couch seat.
“Good…” Jungkook teases, wondering which deviation of his brain to follow next. “Next. Did you think about me while getting your mediocre pounding from Baekhyun?”
“Oh my God, no!” Your rude tone is extra sharp, like you didn’t even want to entertain the thought that Jungkook would think – Jungkook would know – that that’s what happened.
To this date, you do not remember anything of Baekhyun – your memories of that day have been painted with Jungkook and Jungkook alone.
“Come on now,” his smug visage turns ungodly, eyebrow cocked up, “a white lie. Off,” is all he says.
You bend down to reach for the buckle of your shoe. Owing to Jungkook sitting fairly close, your line of sight is delicious – his taut suit pants defining the thighs that he’s clearly worked for; basically ogling at his thighs and crotch in close proximity. With shaky hands, your shoes finally come off – no thanks to the burst of anticipation flooding your veins.
“Have you ever thought about us on lonely nights?” The closer he moves, with each syllable of utterance, the farther you feel from a sense of control.
“No…” Your words stammer, and you mentally give the point to Jungkook. Looking up, you find him smirking at your shrinking stature.
“Ahh… You make it too easy,” he just chides you, and you start slipping out your rings.You’re well aware that you are the one dragging this out – but the “yes” just does not want to grace your lips.
Maybe because you actually like this game.
Maybe you’re enjoying this end of the show.
And maybe, you finally want to see this game to completion.
“Just so you know,” Jungkook purrs into the shell of your ear, leaving you wondering when he moved so close, “I think about your slick on my cock a lot.”
The desperation in your countenance is so visible, it’s pathetic. You wait in silence for the next question, eager to jump to the finale, but the path to the end is far too enjoyable to skip.
“Do you want to continue where we left off?”
“No.” Your answer is straight, to the point, no embellishments.
Instead, you let your hands do the talking.
In one smooth action, you unzip your skirt and pull it down, without a prompt from the dastard ogling at you. Every move you make, you feel his stare burn into your skin, countering the chilly air filling the room. You sit back with your legs tightly closed – not out of any false sense of modesty, that has never been your strong suit – but the unceasing throbbing of your clit needs temporary relief or else it will jump out and land into his mouth.
The distance between you two has steeply decreased, and you can’t tell who’s at fault anymore. In any case, this proximity is most welcome, as per the anticipatory goosebumps that decorate your skin. Swirling his yet-unfinished drink in his hand, ice cubes clattering against each other, Jungkook takes your exposed legs in that are only barricaded by your pantyhose. It’s not the best material – you’ve been wearing the same one for a week now, displaying many scratches and tears – but Jungkook’s eyes don’t even seem to register it.
But what is with this speed? He is fully intent on making every second of your horny existence miserable. In a desperate attempt to get a fraction of his touch, you bring your leg up – making the move as slow and deliberate as possible – landing it on his thigh. The best begging you can do without actually voicing it out.
Jungkook, however, is a man of many talents – ignoring your direct needs being a prime one. After a light sip, he brings his glass down to your leg, the bottom rim touching under your toe – and you hiss at the ice-cold feeling that spreads across your foot, as the condensate spreads its influence.
“I have so many questions for you…” Jungkook whispers to you, watching you twitch, “but I’m having too much fun right now.”
Just when you begin to ask whether his dictionary reads ‘fun’ differently, he drags his cold glass upward, painfully slow, traversing your foot, then along your shin bone, letting the precipitate draw a path of icy chill on the map of your body. Meeting your eyes to just plant a cheeky wink into your brain, he continues forging ahead – until he can reach mid-thigh. He stops there long enough to hear you hiss – only then do you feel the glass move away.
If you weren’t already panting, you are now. Very audibly so. It is all you can hear in the room, in fact.
That is, of course, until Jungkook assaults all your senses by dragging you awfully close to him, extracting a gasp from you – his grip on your thigh is tighter than the band in your stomach begging for a release, and you relish the feeling.
“Do you, want me,” he says into the miniscule space that’s left between your lips, “to kiss you right now?”
You can’t decide what demands your spotlight; is it his gaze boring holes into your skin, or his lips that are now glistening deliciously?
“No.”
“Hmmn,” Jungkook turns away from you, and you almost rise in alarm – until you register his next actions, “thought so.”
One second to completely sip all of his whiskey. Another second for his lips to land on yours.
Finally.
The fantasies of this night blend into reality, and instead of doing the rational thing – thinking why you ended up like this – you give into the kiss.
Not only does he kiss you hard, like the future of his world depends on it, he also pushes in his undrunk whiskey into your eager mouth. The liquid swirls between the colliding tongues, some leaking out of the corners of your mouth – the rest coating the insides of your cheeks with a lush, rich and robust flavour – flavours that didn’t pop when you drank it from your own damn glass.
You kiss until the whiskey gets drunk – by whom, is a mystery – and before you can tend to the stray drops down your face, Jungkook’s hand grabs your chin to keep you still.
God, your last kiss was nothing like this. The blood buzzing in your ears is thunderous, reacting to the contradiction between the soft, tender kisses exchanged all those years ago, and the jagged, raw conquering of your lips happening right now. Your roughened lips burn under the remnants of alcohol, but it’s nothing compared to the searing you feel when Jungkook lets his tongue languidly glide against your gnawed skin.
“Now, since it was the wrong answer…” He husks, his fingers moving inward, closer and closer until they land just below your collar, “I have no choice but to—”
One mighty sharp tug – and all the buttons of your shirt have popped, flying all around the two of you. His hands, still clutching the buttonless seams of your shirt, harshly pull you back into him. Lips firmly sealed back onto yours, he sends his hand roaming.
“This is what you needed that night, eh?” With one hand back to digging in your jaw, he mouths the words into your cleavage, teeth digging deep into whatever they can grab, “Sweet boys just don’t cut it for you.” He moves up to the nook of your neck, his other hand slotting between your thighs, “For all the attitude you had back then, all you want then is to be treated like a street slut. And you’re still the same. Whores don’t change.”
Rude boys are still your standard, and Jungkook has become just that.
“Ow—fuck, don’t leave mar–marks, man,” you attempt an angrier voice while avoiding his truth bomb – because yes, aren’t you knocked out, over the moon right now? The voice that emanates is feeble, with no brawn to be found.
He too, doesn’t pay you any heed – teeth tugging the flesh in his clamp until he can hear you hiss, then letting it go, letting his tongue soothe the sting.
“You can pretend to hate it,” he sneers at you, his low tone whisper sending shivers like a snowy night, “your lips can lie, but your body? From the moment you walked in, I know your pussy’s been screaming to be filled. Just thank your stars I’m generous, huh?”
You’re drunk. On just two fingers of whiskey? That can’t be it. Definitely, it’s the heady concoction of the alcohol and Jungkook’s very able hands – one of which is enjoying the feel of your perking nipple.
While one hand goes back up to roughly dig into your neck, the confines of your throat feeling the heat of his lust, his other arm wraps holds your back, making sure you don’t lean too back and lose your balance. It’s sweet.
What’s not sweet, however, is how long this is taking.
He pushes you until you’re balancing your head on the armrest, with one knee digging into the cushion beside you, the other firmly planted on the carpeted floor. Within a wink of an eye, he’s moved down – and you feel his tongue play over your bra, teasing your nipples, reminding you of a forgotten (but not really) past – a harsh suckle under your boob releases the trapped moan, but it sounds battered; perfectly showcasing your state of mind.
“How about this,” he whispers, looking up from his actions, “you think I can get you to come without taking anything else off?”
Do you have the mental fortitude to deal with the consequences of your bratty answer?
“No.”
The fingers fiddling with your bra hooks halt – instead, he descends onto your clothed breast, biting over the fabric, fully knowing that your sensitivity was through the roof. You cuss and moan, growing frustration urging for more, but you do not beg.
“Funny how life changes,” he coos, shifting attention from one boob to the other, “today you’re the one tied down. And lucky for you,” with not a hint of weariness in his voice, “I don’t have to be anywhere, anytime soon.”
No ties, no ropes, no chains – hell, not even that overworn, oversized tee of his – and he’s still so right about it. Not a part of you wishes to move away, your pathetic self just wrapped around his agile fingers.
Said fingers now hold your cheeks, squeezing until your quivering lips give an opening – and he drops a ball of spit right over. You lay there, entranced, taking what he has to give, your writhing less prominent now. Anything that falls outside the outline of your lips is gathered by his thumb, massaged over your mouth, then inserted for you to suck to your heart’s content. Which you do.
“You’ve shanghed sho mush,” you speak past his thumb; he definitely doesn’t try to make it easier on you, pushing his digit further inside, putting your tongue through a test of endurance.
“So have you,” is his simple response, dragging his wettened thumb across your cheek.
“Not as much as you, for sure.”
“I don’t think the mouthy bitch years ago would suck spit off of my thumb.”
“You don’t know that.” With his eyes widening ever so slightly, you continue, “But surely, the geek from years ago wouldn’t have spit in my mouth in the first place.”
“You don’t know that either.”
Just when you think you’re done seeing stars with the roof on, Jungkook hooks the band of your bra in his teeth – like the primitive animal that he is – and pulls at it, just to let it snap back at your skin. The unannounced action makes you squeal, even though it didn’t really hurt – he’s got your body so alive, a feather could hurt you if he wielded it.
With the odd, oafish position of yours; one leg on the couch, the other hanging off loose, head balanced precariously on the armrest with your arms dutifully out of his way – you try to get him where you need him, knee nudging his thigh while your hips wriggle under an invisible spell. Finally, he acquiesces, settling down at the couch with your legs unwrapped on either side for his viewing pleasure. His palms squeeze the flesh of your thighs, a small tsk falling off his lips at the touch of your pantyhose.
“Tearing doesn’t count as taking off, right?”
“What?”
You don’t get a response – not in words, atleast. The loud rip that follows is the only answer he graces you with, your worn down pantyhose having its last wear forever. But his easy access only brings you gratitude when two fingers enter the tear in a split second, pushing your underwear inside your sopping core.
“Mmmhh—Fuck!”
Jungkook just laughs at your helpless body writhing beyond control as he explores everything he didn’t have a chance to before. Fingers travelling down, then up, inside, then outside, around and about – everything, only egging you further on.
“After all these years…” Jungkook purrs, not directly to you, eyes only connected to the juncture of your thighs, “you deserve a good fucking. What should I do, huh? Should I make you come, then drop off the face of the earth?” His tongue swipes the length of your crevice, sending shudders down your thighs. “Or should I spend this whole night doing all the things I’ve been meaning to? Cover you in my jizz and parade you across the office? Show everyone what an excellent tutor you were, and your very innovative teaching methods.”
Your brain has no filter when exposed to the horny, and his last words made it do just that – you latch onto whatever words best serve your purpose.
“You–you’ve been meaning… To?”
“Meaning to fuck you against every possible surface of this room,” is what Jungkook says, but with his fingers entering your cunt and exploring about, you don’t register anything. “As a thank you, you know? Meaning to see you fall apart on my fingers, just like this—” He pushes in hard, your pussy throbbing around his digits. “Meaning to cum inside you, over and over again, and have you crawl around this space, dripping everywhere while I sit and watch your sullied body prepare itself to take more.”
Well, the last one is oddly specific. Even more odd is how much more aroused the thought makes you.
“Wow, umm—w–well—” Swallowing the wad of spit accumulating in your throat, you offer, “Since you clearl–ooh, clearly, know how to make me come,” you look him in the eye, tears of desire pooling in the corners of your eyes, “so fucking do it. S–Stop playing around.”
“But with a plaything as sweet as you,” he moves to kiss your clothed pussy, his fingers still playing imaginary music inside your walls, “with a toy as slutty as you,” another kiss, so delicate it hurts you, “hard to not play around.”
Hands unfettered from the mental shackles that Jungkook put on you, you pull him back up to you, lips smushing together once again – your other hand wraps around his wrist, grinding onto whatever surface his palm offers, using him like a glorified sex toy. He grunts hard into you, a vague attempt made at bringing you back under control, but your tongue is beguiling, and he stays under your hold.
Until he isn’t.
“A—w—fuck!”
Jungkook’s sadistic streak continues when he frees his wrist from your clutches, and smacks your clit once, twice, thrice – in quick succession. Your nub would buzz if it could, and a string of expletives release from you when he does it again – this time, with a greater backswing.
With a sharp tug to his still-on blazer, you pull him up. “Fucker,” you sputter, making your first and last request of the night, in a desperate attempt to get the ball rolling, “let me suck your dick.” Your hands already flounder around his crotch, until he pulls them away, back to their previous confinement. In the background, you can hear his belt jingle; but all you can see is his arresting face.
A deep-throated laugh emerges from him, “Wasn’t last time enough?” He coos at your cock-hungry plea, pushing you back down and fiddling with your legs. “Next time, okay?”
“Next ti—uungghh!”
Barely able to complete your showcase of surprise, because this is the way he announces his acceptance – he pushes into your core, without warning, but he receives a warm welcome in the walls of your pussy.
“We have a lot,” he emphasises with a thrust, “a lot of work to do, don’t we?” He pulls out just enough to leave you whining, then pushes back in with a grunt of satisfaction; his moves are calculated enough to leave you wanting while maverick enough to leave your spine tingling. “And a lot of catching up as well.” He hovers over you after positioning you better, both of your bodies lying along the length of the couch, before getting right back into your gushing entrance.
One particular thrust has you arching up, the shock of pleasure stagnating in your body for a hot second, making your head lag and voice wane. Jungkook sheaths himself completely, before slotting his face in the nook of your neck, heavy breaths licking at your heated skin. Not one to miss an opportunity, you take the lobe of his ear between your lips, letting your teeth graze over the skin.
“Mmmh, yes,” he keens, tilting into your touch, “make it hurt, baby.”
Whether it is the words he uttered, or the way his whisper travels down to your cunt, you dig your teeth into the flesh, immediately rewarded with a mouthwatering flurry of cusses stuttered into your neck.
“It’s,” Jungkook pulls out of you in an instant, turning you around by your waist, “not,” he pushes your head back onto the headrest, your cheek bulging as you try to get a look at him, “enough.”
And the way he slams back into you, you feel your soul fight your body to escape. You mewl into the deathly quiet, his dogged jackhammering hurtling you towards your most awaited high of the day – hell, the most awaited all these years. He pistons into you, covering every inch of your skin in a sea of flames. Your orgasm finds you like a river in spate, gushing through its path, fighting boulders in its wake, carving its way through your entire body.
Sounds of the room start feeling like echoes, slapping balls, grunty exhales, a weirdly long cloth rip that does not belong – but your ears are ringing, your mouth is drooling, and your brain is ready to shut down. Being jostled like a muppet feels like home, and you only start waking up when spurts of liquid coat all of your ass, thighs, and slit.
In true asshole fashion, Jungkook tore all of your pantyhose, fabric loosely hanging on the sides, seams split until all of your ass and thighs were open for his pleasure.
In truer asshole fashion, Jungkook left you a mess, cum trickling down your glutes, pooling at the bend of your knee.
And in truest asshole fashion, he is wiping his unsullied fingers clean, without a second thought about your current dishevelled disposition.
Ugh. You love to put yourself in a position you can’t get out of.
How the fuck will you get home? This jerk won’t give you a ride.
Also, none of your bones work.
You lay your head on the armrest, finding feasible ways out of this situation. It's going to be nice riding the bus with dried cum itching your ass. There must be a washroom in this boujee office, of course. You finally gather the strength to raise your head and look for one – but interception comes sharp and swift.
“Already done, huh?” Jungkook’s fingers press into the nape of your neck, pushing you back down, your tendons feeling the pressure of his stronghold.
“I—” You stutter and stumble again, just like the start of the night, “I thought we—”
“Don’t you remember?”
“What?”
“Hmmmn,” he sponges kisses over your clothed back, making his way downward, “stupid girl said I couldn’t make her come without taking anything off.”
Ah.
Stupid girl did say that.
Stupid girl also has her speaking right revoked right now, because Jungkook is collecting the half-dried cum on your ass with his tongue, awakening your dying senses once again. His final move is a start to the next chapter of your night, as he pushes his tongue into your velvet heat, depositing the cum where it belongs.
“Guess we keep playing, huh?”
Thank you for making it to the end! For more of my writing, find my masterlist here. As always, thoughts and feedbacks are greatly appreciated!
#bts#bts fanfic#networkbangtan#bts fanfiction#bts smut#jjk smut#jungkook smut#jeon jungkook smut#jungkook fanfic#btshoneyhive#btscarnivalnet#thebtswritersclub#jungkook x reader#jeongguk smut#bts imagines#bts fic#jeongguk fanfic#jungkook#jeon jungkook
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concerts • matt sturniolo
a/n: first matt post!! idk how i feel abt this one but i’ll post another matt one soon hope y’all like ittt
summary: you and matt go to a dominic fike concert together.
warnings: nothing just a lil fluff? not proofread.
“guys guys guys!” you repeated, getting the triplets and madi’s attention.
“dominic fike is gonna be performing at camp flog gnaw, let’s go pleaseee,” you practically begged. dominic fike was one of your favourite artists and you knew the boys, especially matt, liked him too so there’s no way they’ll refuse.
“are you kidding? we have to go! when is it?” matt reciprocated your excitement.
“it’s this sunday, i know someone who can get us tickets on short notic-”
“oh, this sunday is the lil skies show we told you about.. a couple of our friends are going so we can’t cancel last minute sorry,” chris interrupted looking guilty that he let you down. you declined going to the lil skies show before since you don’t really listen to him.
“that’s okay, i’ll look for someone else to go with i guess,” you were kinda disappointed.
see, when you first befriended the triplets you instantly clicked with nick and chris, but matt was a little harder to crack…or maybe your crush on him made it difficult to say a word. but when the topic of music and dominic fike was brought up, that was the first time you two really bonded and it became your little thing.
one time you had a particularly bad day, you were stressed and going through a lot with your job, college and friends that you started to isolate yourself. matt noticed you hadn’t been answering his texts or hanging out with them for a while.
so without telling his brothers he drove all the way to your house, you were so embarrassed of him seeing you in this state. but all he cared about was your well-being. he sat down next to you and listened intently to your venting without interrupting. he held you in his arms and rubbed your back as you cried and let it all out. he made you feel safe and comfortable.
“get up,” he said as you calmed down. he took you by the hand and gestured for you to go to your room. confused, you furrowed your eyebrows and turned to give him a questioning look.
“wash your face and change into something comfortable, just trust me.” that was all you needed to hear as you went to do exactly what he said. once you were done, he took your hand again and led you outside to his car where he opened the passenger door for you and closed it gently after you were seated.
“where are we going?” you asked as he got adjusted in the driver’s seat.
“somewhere, anywhere, i didn’t really think this through ngl,” he giggled nervously, “but whenever i felt down, going for a drive and listening music always helped, so i thought it would help you too- this is goofy it probably won’t i’m sor-”
“that’s perfect, matt.” you smiled trying to hide the creeping blush on your face. seeing how caring and nervous he is right now made you feel giddy inside. he smiled back shyly and started the car.
you got takeout and listened to dominic fike the entire time, singing your hearts out and laughing at how awful you both sounded, at how silly you probably looked playing an air guitar, but you didn’t care. you’ve never felt so free and happy and without realizing it you were falling more and more for matt.
eventually he parked in a dark, deserted area and opened the roof of the car, “this is the best place for stargazing, it always calmed me down,” he said making you both look up at the stars.
you sat in silence for a few minutes listening to his playlist shuffle. until ‘why’ by dominic fike started playing and you both sat up straight singing and dancing along, you singing extra loud relating to the lyrics and matt admiring you, happy he got you out of your bad mood.
this was the beginning of your “little thing”, you regularly went cruising together listening to dom, and eventually it turned into you two hanging out alone more often. that’s why you wanted to go to the concert. it was your thing. but live this time.
“i’ll go with you,” matt blurted.
“you will?”
“yeah, i’ve already seen skies plenty. not passing up on this opportunity,” there was a sudden tension in the room between you two, you knew what he meant. the others remained clueless as you both shared a knowing smile.
the day of the concert you felt a bit anxious, maybe it was seeing dom for the first time, or going to a concert alone with matt, or both. it seemed like a couple-y thing to do. it also didn’t help that matt was acting like your boyfriend.
holding your hand, guiding you everywhere, placing his hand on your lower back or around your arm while squeezing past the crowd of people. he even told you you look pretty, which he never did before.
as dom opened with one of his songs you were already screaming and jumping in excitement causing matt to chuckle at how cute you were. you spent the entire time reenacting your cruising time but live in concert, singing, dancing, jumping around.
some lyrics you would sing to each other looking straight into the other’s eyes. it felt like you were the only two people there. the last song that played was ‘why’, you both shared a look remembering the first time you hung out alone. you wanted to sing along so badly but the way matt was looking at you made you forget where you were and what you were doing.
you were suddenly nervous again, he looked so beautiful with the light hitting his face, his hair messed up from jumping around, and his face flushed from how cramped it was. you wanted to kiss him so bad.
luckily, he was thinking the same thing as he slid one hand up your neck, cupping your jaw and the other on your waist and leaned in to kiss you. no one would believe you but fireworks actually started going off in that same moment almost representing how you both felt from the inside. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer deepening the kiss while he smiled against your lips relieved that you reciprocated his feelings.
as you both pulled away the song got to the more upbeat part, he held your hand and you started singing along again with a new rush of adreline running through your veins lasting the entirety of the show.
on the way home you got some food and talked about the night you had and your feelings for each other. safe to say you don’t relate to ‘why’ anymore but it’ll forever be a special song to you and matt.
#matt sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#matthew sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#nick sturniolo#matt sturniolo x you#matthew sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo fanfic#matt sturniolo fluff#sturniolo x reader#n6ptunova
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“Ssssssoo, snake-y enough?”
Nothing, just wanted to draw Naga Crowley, but make it less “half human up top with snake tail below” and more “snake-y all the way” cause my monster-loving self needed to indulge in this✨✨✨
Took inspiration from fantasy aspects and that one scene of Crowley shifting midway from full snake to human form (last slide but it looks so cursed :’D )
Hope y’all like ittt ;)
Alternate with Aziraphale (not pictured) being flustered-
#good omens#good omens crowley#anthony j crowley#ineffable husbands#*implied#naga crowley#really wanted to try out backgrounds and#safe to say#I won’t be doing another realistic background anytime soon-#BUT SNEK CROWLEY IS FOREVAH#but don’t get me started on the process of drawing the scales#*aziraphale’s voice#oh it was a comPLETE nightmare#good omens fanart
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MANY THINGS
Rush has a tree?? That's so precious and fitting agdjsh i need to see ittt
Does he (romantically) like june?
is it possible in this universe to pursue a romantic relationship with someone who's not your soulmate?
I feel like Rush is too good for Morgan tbh. He's nice and they're kinda an asshole
Wibble trans hehehe giggling and kicking my feet (this makes me super happy becuase i was greiving the only wlw ship in the fic)
Are you goign to do b(o)dy and m(i)nd for se/prequels?
You've been updating soooo much holy crap, remember to sleep >:(
1. He does! It mimics his tree from his cartoons
2. Oooo he dooooes!
3. Of course! A lot of soulmates are platonic. Tbh, a soulmate connection is what you make of it. Want it to be romantic? Great! Want it to be platonic? Sure! I removed familial strings because I wanted to focus on how relationships are what you make of them. There’s no longer any distinction between any kind of string, and you have to fully be an adult to have any sort of sign
4. He’s nice to JUNE 👀 y’all saw how he treated hello
5. It is so hard to use he/him for Wibble. That’s my baby girl. That’s Wibble the Witch to me. In the sequel she’ll have transitioned :)
6. I have firm plans for a sequel :) not sure if it’ll end up being two but I hope so if not for just the fun of the naming convention hsfs
7. Yes it is bc I am insane do not be like me
#ask#so(u)l project#ty for the questions omg I’ve really been missing getting them while I’m working on something personal
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My Cheerleader 📣
Shuri x Black NBA Fem Cheerleader
Summary: Riri your younger sister is coming to one of your bulls games to see your perform but riri brings a special lady that has eyes for you
Authors Note:this is hella random I lost ideas for a story and came up with this idea .Most likely I was lazy af and didn’t want to grammar and spell check but ENJOY
Part 1: Cheer
Riri’s Pov
Today was my big sisters big day .My Family and I grew up being big fans of the Chicago bulls .My sister was always energetic and a dancer and now she cheers for the Chicago bulls. My sister was a luvabull and I was proud for her. She has been calling me and tell me that she was going to perform at the next Chicago bulls game.An because of that I’m going to surprise her and go see her . Plus I’m taking my friend Shuri to go I decided to ask her when I was in wakanda and she couldn’t make it the first time but now she can. So know shuri can meet more of members in my famiky starting with my sister .I hope shuri likes her as much as I do .
Y/n’s Pov
Today you were going to finally cheer for the Chicago Bulls.you where so excited this took time and effort .People where going to see your efforts come together . You walked into the locker room for the cheerleaders .”Are y’all excited “ you say with so much emotion “YESS my mom are coming to see me “ your friend Alina responded. You were in a Chicago bulls jersey to get ready in .You did it on purpose so no makeup would get on your cheer outfit. You started to do you hair it was a curly 30 inch buss down . You guys had to have it in a half up half Down style for todays game .
You had to do your make up for todays game it was a red firey make up look and too black marks on your checks. “Does my make up look good “ you ask your friend . “Can you do my makeup y/n “ your friend looks at you im guessing my make up looks good . “So my make up is good right “ you ask . “Girl you look to die for “ you friend says you being in to smile.”Alright let’s get started on you “ you explain sitting her down in the chair “
Riri’s Pov
It was almost time to see my sister perform at the bulls gamee!!! This wasn’t my first time seeing her perform. Ever time I see her perform she eat that shit up
. I begin to face time shuri to see if she’s done getting ready .”SHURIII are you almost ready in trying to see my SISTERR” I say hig pitched . “Wait where seeing your sister “ shuri asks me questionably .”Yeah she’s a cheerleader there plus I thought it would be fun for you to meet her “I say smiling . “Your going to like her she is pretty kind and fun “ I say high pitched and taking with my hands . “Oh well I “ shuri says doing her simple make up look “yeah yeah so are you almost done or what-“ I begin to say before I get caught off .”Annnnndddddddd done !” Shuri says as she places her makeup brush done . “Are You like done done or just done with make up “ I begin to say while taking with my hands .”You can come pick me up type if done “shuri says while getting her stuff together . “Alright see you soon “
Y/n’s Pov
You started to practice my cheer so you wouldn’t fuck up on the court . You had to play at the beginning of the game and at the end .
A/N: YOU KNOW I HAD TO DOUBLE ITTT
You made sure your hair was good,your bow was up right,your make up good ,your outfit was on right .All that for your first performance .The coach started to come in “10 MINUTES 10 MINUTES BEFORE YALL GO ON THE COURT “ .You begin to get nervous about it .”You got this your a bad bitch “ you repeat in your head . You take deep breathss and start to zone out .you begin to hear your name muffled .”y/n Y/n Y/N! Come on it’s time to perform.
Riris Pov
We brought some snack to the game due to us knowing we where going to be hungry . “Shuri when you see y/n dance you are going to be flabbergasted “ I say I love hyping up my sister I think to my self. “INTRODUCING THE CHICAGO LUVABULLS “ they say on a speaker . I begin to recored this to show my sister after. “That’s her right there “ I point at one in the front “. they do there dance and cheer and it was clean .A couple minutes after they leave the game starts . “ Shuri did you see my sister and how she ate that “ I say getting excited.”Yeah Yeah” shuri says I’m guessing she thinks about work or something.
Shuri’s Pov
As riri points to who her sister is I begin to look surprised. Due to her sister being the finest one of the team . She is in the front being the center of attention. She held her self up high and performed killer . After her performance she did a small wave for riri to see .she begin to walk off stage with confidence .She was beautiful like really beautiful. Her smile ,Her eyes ,and oh her lips, she was beautiful.Her outfit hugged her curves . All I could think about was her .
Y/n's Pov
When you got off of stage you rushed to your phone. "Hey siri face time ✨🤪💕𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓷💕🤪✨" you say excited . Your sister Riri answered her phone “Why didn’t you tell me you where coming “ you say happily .”It was a suprise duh” she rolls her eyes .”Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me “ you say being funny .”I did roll my eyes and I will do it again “ riri says being funny . “Anyways SIS YOU ATE THAT SHIT UPP” riri says hyping you up.”You know I had to eat it up “ you say while smiling . “Oh yeah I brought my friend to come and meet you “ riri says giving the phone to her friend. “Hi my sister’s friend “ you say being nice . “I know you ain’t putting on no nice act “ you hear riri say in the background. “Hey I’m shuri “ Shuri says to you while doing a small smile . “It’s nice to meet you over the phone I’ll probably meet you in person after the game “ you say while smiling at her . “It will be nice to see you in person “ she says while smiling. “Ok y’all can stop flirting now “ riri says in the background.”Girl don’t be mad you can’t find yourself a boo ,I was being nice “ you say throwing shade . Riri grabs her phone from shuri to talk to you. “Mhm being nice my ass y’all where practically eye fucking “ riri says to you .”Bitch you sound slow how the fuck do you fuck “ you say while talking with your hands. “You imagine that your fucking that’s eye fucking” riri says . “Girl get off my screen with this nonsense “ you say being funny “Alright see you soon “ riri says being in a good mood.
Riri’s Pov
After I got off the phone with my big sister I turn to shuri . “You like my sister “ I say to shuri . “I do not like your sister riri” shuri says defensively . “Lies” I say to her “You most definitely like my sister “ I say being honest and serious. “Ok fine I do like your sister but don’t tell her “ shuri says trying to be calm “I can’t promise about the last part but FIRE COUPLE” I say smiling on the last over .”Do you think your sister will you know like me “ shuri says while blushing a little .” If you treat her right than yeah “ I say to shuri . “Let’s get back to the game “ I say so shuri can relax . “Mhm” shuri says turning away from to look at the game .
Y/n’s Pov
The game was almost over and you know what that means it’s almost cheer time . You already took off your make up and your friend took of hers.You had to do a different make up look for your next performance .The make up was red white and black lines with stars . You did your make up 40 min before the next performance you knew you would take time on it . You friend from earlier also needed her make up done so you did hers to . You re did your hair and added red and white highlights to it.You put your back in half up half down. You put on your outfit it was black mesh top and shorts . You whore a red and white and black bra underneath it and red white and black shorts. You went on in 5 minutes . Your moves was good make up was good and hair on point . You whore red white and black forces . You made sure your friend was good and everyone else on the team . By the time you made everyone was good .The time was up you had to go play and perform.
Shuri’s Pov
The music for the cheer started to play .I see y/n in her outfit she looks so mf fine . They did their performance which was clean .All people in place and dance on time . I love to see how y/n was making sure she was ok . They went off with the same music they came on with . The game was over and everyone started to leave.Me and riri stayed and waited for y/n to find us in the stands .
And there y/n was she looks just like a dream the prettiest girl I ever seen
#black panther wakanda forvever spoilers#shuri udaku#wakanda forever#princess shuri#queen shuri#shuri fanfiction#black panther#black panther marvel#daddy panther#shuri#riri williams
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My god I love the flipping fate like??? Edge was casually like “yeah yeah I- yeah please fight me on this one specific detail about this book, do it, do ittt-“ LIKE? SIR? I love him. WE BONDED, YES FRIENDS FINALLY Mans wanted our number? Aight bet- like sorry everyone else this one specifically is mine<3 sorry Cy, Ik your like super romanticized in our eyes in the fic but edge is right there sorry 😔 AND AND HE TOLD US ABOUT LIKING THE BOOKS!! If I remember correctly he hasn’t told anyone that right? So like, we’re special and he just doesn’t know why and I love it. My ass would be talking to edge not shutting up about the show that was mentioned cause I talk a lot and I could imagine stretch coming in like “wtf didn’t you hate him like a few days ago” man’s would question my mental stability and I love that for me- yeah if you can’t tell I kinda like the fic
Sorry for gushing, just felt like your fic is part of the reason I’m back in the UT fandom lmao, y’all’s writing is absolutely incredible and y’all deserve more recognition cause like? This shits incredible and I wanna just take a large chomp outta your writing. Also let it be known your art would taste like chocolate covered strawberries, also an important tidbit
Hope y’all have an amazing day/night! Sorry for rambling about y’all’s amazing fic<3 im not actually sorry
:D I'm so glad you're enjoying it!!! Please don't apologise for gushing, this is delightful kajkakfjsdk 💛💛✨
I stuck the rest of my reply under a cut because it got a little long :'>
Ok ok ok so, the bit with Edge going "debate me about this thing" is because he's worked out a constructive way to get the reader to talk passionately about things without riling them up >:)!! He liked their spark, but trying to kindle it last time didn't work out so well, so he's shifted tactics! He's got to compete against the others in terms of Pure Friendship Power, so he's laying it on a little thick kshfkfhakfakjsfkjaf,,,
Edge hasn't told anyone (other than the reader) about his taste in literature, but some of the others DEFINITELY know about it. Red knows of course. Rus knows- he even mentions it offhandedly in EOVD ;D! Cy probably also knows since he does upkeep of the rooms, and knows better than to believe what Edge made up. (see image below)
Stretch also teases Edge (affectionately) for his taste in books. Even though... Stretch was the one who wrote most of them :]
SJHFKFJS GOOD ON YOU speedrunning the friendship!! Tbh I reckon Stretch would just be like "oh finally. my plan to get two of my favourite people to not hate each other is working." He didn't even need to do much in the end, so he just gets to sit back and look smug.
We!?!- Our fic is part of the reason you're back in the UT fandom?!?! >:000!!! HECK YEAH HUGE COMPLIMENT!! Welcome back and I hope you continue to enjoy the fandom! Thank you for dropping by with such a lovely message <333!! I hope you have a wonderful [insert time of day] as well :D!
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Wounded…hurt even
WIP of my bbg ghost. I did make him a brunette sorry if that upsets anyone (lie) I think he’s very pretty as a blonde but I’ve always seen him with black hair and apparently in the comics he had hazel/brown eyes.
Also tried my best to make him softer in the tummy bc I fully believe he is stocky with pudge but at this angle it was a lil difficult. His tattoos were also difficult but I was too lazy to pull in an image and shape it to his arm so I treated him like a high school desk and just drew bullshit all over
I haven’t been able to draw properly in so long (college has beat my ass) so some things feel off to me and might look off to you and for that I apologize but I still hope y’all enjoy ittt 💗💗
#myartt#simon ghost riley#ghost mw2#cod simon ghost riley#cod ghost#cod art#call of duty#ghost art#simon riley art#call of duty ghost#he’s such a broken guy and I wanna kiss him better#maybe I’ll make a cont of this with ps reader coming in to help him#soft moment together
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you were absolutely 100% right I bet Jake cringes every time he thinks abt that fact /lh
man I rlly hope uk peeps get to see enha esp bc at least y’all have the means(?) n stuff like living in India (me) you don’t have venues that support large scale concerts so it’s like Understandable when artists don’t come here as often but when the uk has more and enough venues it rlly is so STUPID that artists don’t come as often as the US or Japan yk??
it’s not even like the uk is unknown😭 like everyone knows about the uk like they know about the us I DONT GET ITTT
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Indecisive ~ Chapter 1
{Mbappe & Neymar love triangle}
Ines's POV
I never believed in love and never will. My whole childhood I've never seen my parents happy together. I always thought romantic movies or happy endings were stupid. My Parents always fought but now they're divorced and that's a good thing trust me. I've never really had a love life, just some one night stands and having fun but never actually catching genuine feelings. Honestly men are scared of me, I've been told before. Once a guy told me that my energy was powerful and intimidating to men, he said I had dark feminine energy. He said I could walk on any men and I wasn't what a guy would normally go for. Im not a wifey material girl and I don't intend on having children even if I love them.
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I wake to my phone buzzing on my night stand. I really didn't want to answer but it was my dad. So I picked up the phone.
"Yes?" I asked with a sleepy voice.
"Ines? Did you just wake up, I told you today is your little brothers birthday. You have thirty minutes to be at my house, everyone is gonna be there." My dad said angrily.
"Putain, my alarm must have not rang. Je suis désolé papa." I said getting out of bed.
"Just be there in thirty minutes." He said hanging up.
I need to look presentable so I threw on a long black tank top, 501 levis and docs. I let my hair loose and put a little bit of makeup on. I was ready so I got in my car and drove off.
Being at my dads house with my whole family when I just woke up wasn't ideal but whatever. I was here for my favorite person in the world, my little brother Thomas. He turned 13 today. He was officially a teenager but he was still my little baby.
"You're not little tommy anymore you're getting old." I told my brother while pinching his cheeks.
"Dude stop there's about 10 old ladies that have done this to me today gimme a break." Thomas said laughing.
"Dude I'm avoiding dad cause he's gonna kill me for being late, I don't even wanna know my punishment." I said.
"Can't be worse than when he sent you to boarding school when you were 15." He said laughing.
"Dark times." I said while giggling.
"What are you guys doing here! Everyone is waiting at the table, dinner is served!" My dad said dragging us at the table.
After everyone left I helped my dad with the dishes and then he started giving me a lecture.
"You know Ines I find you irresponsible and lazy. You do nothing with your days except working."
"Dad what do you want me to do with my life except from work."
"I don't know go out, socialize, do physical activities." He said.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Maybe you could come to the psg practices and the games. That would give you something to do." He said.
"Really?! Dad you've got to be kidding me." I said frustrated.
"You know what that's a great idea, tomorrow you're coming to the practice at 10, end of discussion." He said.
"Ugh!" I said grabbing my keys and leaving.
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I woke up at 9 because if I wasn't at the practice my dad was going to kill me.
I didn't even know the players, only the ones I knew about were the ones my dad wouldn't stop talking about. I only knew Messi, Mbappe and Neymar.
I put on a PSG shirt that was sitting in the bottom of my closet and made myself look presentable and left.
While walking to the field, I saw from a distance a bunch of guys fooling around and jumping on each other.
But the crowd went silent when I was noticed.
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hope y’all liked ittt <3
#neymar#mbappe#mbappe imagine#neymar imagine#love triangle#fanfic#football#psg#Paris#Messi#marco verratti
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hiii i hope ur having a great dayyy i would like to participate in ur tarot game <3
my initials are rm, im a libra sun, pisces moon and gemini rising
im choosing two and eight
also im super obsessed with ur whole aesthetic and account !! I love ittt and im definitely turning the notifications on bc ur last post was EVERYTHING
thank u for the game <<33
hi sanny🤭 apologies for the long ass wait bae and tysm for your super kind words! hope this resonates mwah
no. 2🍹 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜
🃏6op. 6os. 6ow. the lovers. justice. ideation. comfort. fear.
the sexual dynamic between the both of y’all feels safe and comforting, it’ll be gentle and adoring despite passion’s intensity. bedroom pleasure is soft, very baby or vanilla ice cream—sweet but not overwhelmingly. y’all leave the impression of doing for each other instead of simply just doing, there’s appreciation over the bond before and above everything else. actions that apply to this sentiment could be fluffing pillows for a better prop up, massaging shoulders or feet, whispering love affirmations, washing each other’s bodies after etc. self care is a ritual when it comes to sexual regime, but with the number 6 (virgo’s house in astro, schedule and routine) being prominent in the cards y’all could practice self care religiously.
y’all will spoil each other for sure, the 6op indicates that this connection will include balance or give and receive. very libra energy, the scales are even when it comes to y’all’s happiness and pleasure together (ideation in this sense). this can symbolize shopping for sex toys together, suggesting new positions for both partners (think 69), deciding to spend longer in bed for another round, etc. because i sense saturn’s presence a bit im guessing that this type of solidification was earned. there’s restriction around either intimacy or relationships, maybe love in general? it’s even possible all three could’ve caused a delay in having sex, or at least withheld it longer than intended. the fear card represents that, but it seems to heal whenever y’all are together.
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no. 8🍸 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞
🃏 knaveoswords. 8op. knightocups↺. the tower↺. stop. pain↺. balance↺.
drink number eight is my favorite and this is exactly why lmao. before i even started writing, “come run your hands through my hair” and “that’s why it’s there” was a constant. these are lyrics from ariana grande’s song “my hair” and this translates into someone being a ‘lip bite, finger plunge into their scalp to keep from screaming’ person—on the occasion it’ll be yours too. it keeps them from acting clinically insane, i even heard “outrageous”. tossing their head backwards with a stifled moan, or blowing out tufts (tufts) of air before pulling their lip into their mouth. this fs is someone that tends to present themselves as grounded even if they actually aren’t, they’re not a fan of the vulnerable or weak state at all. it’s the same when it comes to sex, if not stronger, so an idgaf war is bound to happen (they’ll lose drastically).
animated or expressive faces are here, but with a piscean nature to them (emotional, deep thought). them being in pleasure is the literal textbook definition of being in awe, just add knitted brows and a slack jaw instead. their pupils will be blown as well, half-lidded and fucked to pieces because “wow”—it’s resemblant of a puppy’s, when they’re either shining with sadness or gleaming with excitement. 8op here, this person has a (specific) quirk that they’ll act on to keep from releasing early. for example, there’s this p-star that i (used to) watch and his restraint tactic was biting the side of his finger so he wouldn’t cum. your partner has that same habit, except it’ll be during a certain act (oral, kissing, foreplay etc). this person is prob sensitive hence the need to retain composure.
with the tower being a major arcana card (catalysts, major events in life), this fs will always have a buildup of emotions when they’re experiencing gratification. “getting worked on” came in, this could def point to them receiving head especially since i mentioned that they’re prone to sensitivity (could be down there specifically). this also means explosive orgasms or “big” finishers, moments that’ll leave them shaking or clenching. “tumultuous.” it starts off quiet then ends off loud, or strong in their case. it’s literally reminiscent of an actual tower falling, the slow crumble before it comes crashing down.
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tw // high school, rumors, mean girls, bullying?
Ok I know this is a weird request but I just think this could be cool? It's a c!Dream x reader request but highschool au? (Idk do you take this kind of request or not, sorry if you don't)
Reader is a mean girl that love to lie and manipulate the crowds, they create rumors and making stories about their schoolmates just to see how it ends, nobody ever finds out about this because they acted too nice, only c!dream find out because he is trying to finds out all the secrets of famous people in school
Ok so I’m skipping ahead of a few requests from the event for this so I’m super sorry- but I adore this idea and really want to write for some people other then Wilbur and Tommy and Ranboo, don’t get my wrong I love writing for them but I want everyone to be able to enjoy my content so that means expanding my horizons!!
Having said that, if you deal with/ have dealt with bullying, I’m so sorry, you don’t deserve that and you’re worthy of so much! This reader and her friends are less of a group bullies because I’m not to comfortable writing that so it’s kinnda like Gretchen in Mean Girls where she hangs with popular people and knows all the secrets so I hope that’s ok!
Let’s get started!!!
Tw: bullying, rumors, cursing
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Face claims cause this is an AU!
Jewls Bec Jean
Dream(clay) You
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You and your friends, Jewls, Bec and Jean, were walking through the hallways of the school, talking and giggling about Jean’s crush, George, the best friend of the most popular kid in school, Clay. Jewls and Nick, aka Dream and George’s other best friend, had been a situation-ship for about 3 months now and through Nick, you, Jean and Bec had gotten close to the whole football team. Bec and Karl definitely had a little something going on but you learn fairly quickly that with Bec, odds are, you don’t want to know. “You know you think he’s cute” “I don’t!” The girls had some how figured out about your crush on the blonde haired quarterback but you refused to let them know that they had seen right through you trying to hide your emotions, they always did. “Who’s cute?” The familiar voice would usually bring comfort, but today it made the hair on your neck stand up. “Don’t worry, it’s none of your business Clay” he rolled his eyes playfully and lightly pushed your shoulder. “Speaking of ‘not my business’ I need to grab [y/n] for a second if that’s fine with y’all.” Clay said as he held his hand out for you to grab. You’re whole group nods there head, Jean throws a “get ittt” look in your direction before the three walk away, leaving you alone with Clay. “Alright, let’s go to Ms.F’s class, yea? Her door is always unlocked and she’s on lunch until the end of this period.” He took your hand and slowly started walking to the classroom. You just trailed behind. “Do I get to know why I’m being dragged across the school?” Your question was a solid mix between inquisitive and a joke that his reaction wasn’t out of line. “Nope!” You giggled at the sing-sing voice he put on for his response. Soon the both of you were at the class room, he pulled inside and closed the door just enough that it wasn’t locked before sitting down on a desk, you sat in the chair that had previously been neatly pushed under Clay’s impromptu seat. Not long after you were both seated the questions started. Stuff like “Are Ryan and Alexia dateing?” To stuff like “is it true that Sarah’s mom cursed out a freshman?” Had all been asked in the last half hour. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t nice to spend 30 minutes alone with the cutest boy you’d ever seen , while also being less then 2 feet away from him the entire time. Not long after he asked the 27th question (not that anyone was counting) the early bell rung, making the two of you rush to leave the classroom. After the next bell it was time to leave, or for you time to go with your friends to watch the football practice. It was basically 1 hour and 45 minutes of the 4 of you fan girl-ing over the team. After practice Clay asked you aside because he had “one last question” of course you didn’t say no to a few more minutes with him, but when he pulled you aside he didn’t ask for the latest gossip. But rather said, “will you go out with me?” ——————————————— AHHHHH I REALKY LIKE THIS SHOULD I DO A PART TWO AND CONTINUE THIS LIL SERIES??
#dsmp#dsmp x gender neutral reader#dsmp x reader#dsmpblr#dream x y/n#dream x reader#dream x you#high school au#DSMP high school
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Da Bugsnax UTAUs are now officially one year old!!
Da date is kinda late due to me having to study for prelims and a severe lack of motivation, but hecc yee!! To celebrate, I redrew an old piece I made before I began to regularly use my Tumblr Account!
Here is an old drawing of Hatsune Filbo, from 13th October 2021:
He has a pigtail variant but I kinda don’t wanna show it because I don’t like it very much.
Aaaaaaand here he is now! (With a pigtail variant):
I discovered my drawing app (Surprisingly, FlipaClip since I’m more used to using that to draw) has an airbrush, and I have now decided it’s kinda better than using the brush tool when it comes to lighting/glowing/ye. I hope y’all like it, I’m VERY proud of ittt!! >w<
#bugsnax#art#digital art#bugsnax art#bugsnax filbo#filbo fiddlepie#hatsune miku#hatsune filbo#Hastune Miku#JUST LOOK AT DA BOIIIIIIII#What if Feebo DID have them pigtails? Holy shiiii-
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