and no fake moaning

Cheerleading IS a sport | JJ

Request: a dom!jungkook smut when y/n is a cheerleader and he is like the player of the sport and yeah they could like have the fun in the changing room~

Pairing: Dom!Jungkook, Football!Jungkook X Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: Y/n, best flyer on the cheerleading squad. Jungkook, best kicker and scorer on the football team. What will happen when things get heated between the two all because of something that he just spilled out of his mouth.

Genre: Smut, Angst, Smut

Warnings: Swearing, dirty talk, Dominant!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, hospital handjob, cocky asshole Jungkook

Word Count: 3k+

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Truth about the 'Glamorous Lifestyle' of a Sugar Baby/Escort.

To Aspiring Sugar babies and Escorts

Listen ladies, I’ve been privileged enough to have been on private jets, exotic ‘vacations’, dined in x number of Michelin star dinners, worn the most beautiful dresses on the arm of SD’s, played that Pretty Woman scene when she goes shopping, etc….

I wish I had known the truth before joining, especially since I was so young.

Let me tell you this now: it’s not real. It’s not OUR reality. This is an example of a typical ‘upscale’ escort/sugar baby experience some will probably encounter at some point in their SW career.

Their reality: A sexy 18-29 year old in an even sexier dress hanging off of my arm. I can afford the caviar AND her. Every man in this bar is jealous, and trying to talk to her while I cop a feel of her ass. Another bottle of expensive champagne? Why not. She deserves to try the best. This is an incredible life.

Your reality: I’m in a foreign place where I don’t know anybody, wearing a dress that normally screams “rape bait” (at his request), with a man old enough to be my father, if not my grandfather. The host suspect I’m probably a “hooker” since I didn’t even know what the name of the reservation is under. This dress is making it difficult to breathe. Oh god, I need another drink of whatever it is in that bottle to get through another dinner where he’s trying to drunkenly fondle me under the table. I have to smile sweetly. Need to repeatedly remind myself to ignore the sneering glances from the waiters.

His reality later that night: I can’t wait to show her the top-floor suite of this place with the beautiful view. I even had my assistant go pick up some nice sets of lingerie from the store she mentioned she likes. I already made sure the rest of her envelope with her gift/donation is ready with her name on it. I’ll get the candles lit, have another bottle of wine sent up, and romantic music to top it all off. It’s gonna be a night of romance and passion with a beautiful girl. God, she’s gorgeous.

Your reality later that night: This view would be beautiful if it weren’t for the 50 year old behind me, nibbling his dry lips on my ear while I’m trying to enjoy the ambience. At least my rent money is in that envelope with a random name on it. He hands me a bag from Victoria Secret. I have to pretend to be super excited to get try on see-through lace for an old man now. He takes off his shirt, it’s just a forest of white hair and wrinkly skin. Next to the candle lighter, I see the magic blue pills. This is going to be a VERY long night.

Next day reality for him: I think I have enough time for room service before my flight. I’ll see if I can call the other SW from that other town to arrange another rendezvous for when I’m done with work. I should probably order two dozen roses, delivered to my wife so she knows I’m thinking of her. Note to self, call assistant to order roses and withdraw more cash. Oh wait, what’s that girl in my hotel room right now called? Ashley? Sarah? I’ll leave her a few hundred dollars as tip, save her number and I’ll call her again when I’m in town. I’m glad she really enjoyed the sex. She deserves it from all those times with unattractive and gross clients. At 54, I still got it.

Next day reality for you: Fuck, I have no idea how to get back to my own town without using all of the money he gave me for fare. My rent is due tomorrow, and tuition is due next month. I still have a client in 5 hours, my paper is due tomorrow but I haven’t even started. I have the worst hangover ever. At least I don’t remember much from last night, except his sandpaper tongue running all over my body. I shivered, but thankfully I fake moaned so it sounded like I was enjoying it.

Moral of this post: Don’t join the industry based on the glamorous lifestyle of the CLIENTS. Many of the blogs I see paint the image seen through HIS (the client) eyes, not YOURS (the service provider).

When your service is over, you turn back into a normal girl; back to grocery nights at Ralph’s, back to yelping the cheapest nail salon place, back to having fun with friends playing beer pong, back to being “Sarah or Ashley” because you have bills. Part of your service is renting you as a prop for their lifestyle. Never confuse that with YOUR lifestyle. ‘Vacationing’ in Cabo with him is NOT the same as doing so at your leisure with your friends.

If you still don’t quite understand what I’m saying, let me put it this way; bedazzled French pedicures are beautiful, right? You love being pampered in that massage chair, getting massaged, and ending up with a gorgeous pedicure. It’s stunning and glamorous experience, no?

Guess what. Not from the perspective of the pedicurist scrubbing your feet. There’s nothing glamorous about it for her because whereas she’s the service PROVIDER, YOU are the CLIENT. Same situation, very different experience.

This is something many of us learned the hard way. Yes, this lifestyle can come with many glamorous perks and experiences but there’s definitely a price to pay. Don’t be delusional. If this was all that easy, don’t you think every female on this planet would be in the industry?

After several years of experience I’ve learned to be immune to the ‘wrappings’ of the industry. You are here to make money. All those Roseshire roses, expensive dinners, fancy car rides, delicate lingerie are for HIS fantasy, and does very little for YOUR wallet. Don’t be blind sighted by the fancy tricks he pulls because it isn’t tangible. Never lose sight of your 'paycheck’. Once you see this lifestyle as what it truly is - a job; you become far less naive and more focused on your goals.

Always remember: There’s a price to pay for money.

Stay safe, ladies. 💸💸💸

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Punish me (Smut)
I did a thing. I figured it to be best if this was EXO member optional, since with this storyline you could end up with any EXO member really. God forgive me for I have sinned. 

Pairing: EXO member x Reader (You will have to choose one at a certain point, or read it nine times)

Genre: Smut

Edit: Apparently the first part can be classified under ‘humour’. My sister read this and she was laughing her ass off? I did not intend for this to happen but yeah… If it’s the same for you, enjoy.

Word count: 4670 words

Warning: Phone sex, Oral sex, explicit language.

Punish me:

“No, I’m not a free phone sex service!” I shout annoyed through my mobile and immediately cut the call, throwing my mobile onto the kitchen counter. Once, just once, I had been spotted in public with the members of EXO and that was the result; forty calls a day that begin with either “What are you wearing?” or “Tell me how wet you are”.

My mother is the fixed cleaning lady for the Exo dorm, but she broke her leg a few weeks ago. In agreement with SM, I replace her until she gets better. It is summer holiday and that way I don’t need to search for a summer job.

The guys from EXO are my age, so of course the relationship between EXO and me is different than the relationship my mom has with them. Whilst my mom is more a motherly figure, I am more of a friend. That’s why a few days ago, they asked me to go out for dinner with them.

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We Are Right Now

Peter Quill x Reader: fluffy smut. 

Peter’s feelings for you are outed out by Mantis. 

“You feel…love.”

Peter stumbled over his words, “Yeah. I guess, yeah. I feel a general unselfish love for-”

“No!” Mantis interrupted. “Sexual love.”

“No. No. I don’t!” Peter shook his head at the woman.

“For her!” she pointed in Gamora’s direction, to which Drax bursted into a loud rough laugh. You stood behind Gamora trying to stifle a laugh, because Peter’s face was fucking priceless. Also laughing to hide the sinking feeling in your heart, because of course Peter wanted Gamora; she was pretty hot. And you? You were just some Terran chick who knew her way around the galaxy; Rocket had been an old pal and asked you to come along with them for a while. And yeah, you weren’t blind. Peter was attractive; he was charismatic, funny, and most importantly, he had the right dance moves. So you weren’t surprised that he wanted Gamora, not one bit.

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wanna be your lover

summary:

sebastian and you are co-stars on a press tour. you’re the best of friends, but when sebastian finds something suspicious in your luggage, that may change everything. (based on this request.)

word count: ~6K

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: smut 18+ ONLY (light dom/sub, anal play, dirty talk, dom-ish!seb, etc. it’s filthy.) 

a/n: pls blame google translate on my incorrect romanian. english translations are at the bottom. i don’t know why all of my seb AU’s are dom!seb. i will fix that eventually. anyway, here’s some sex. 

Originally posted by walkingshell16

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  • Jungkook: *Steals Tae's hat*
  • Taehyung: Hey give it back!
  • Jungkook: *Holds it above his head*
  • Taehyung: We are like the same height Kookie! *Reaches for it while pressing into Jungkook*
  • Jungkook: *Only holds the hat further away*
  • Taehyung: *Jumps on Jungkook's back* You think you're so strong but I know how to handle you! *Fake moans*
  • Yoongi: *Walks into the room* ... I would ask why, but I don't want to know. *Walks away slowly*
  • Jungkook: *Flustered* Hyung it's not what you think!
  • Taehyung: *Moans loudly* He's right, its worse!
  • Jungkook: *Becomes so red he looks like a strawberry* Fine! Have your hat back!
Want it? | Draco Malfoy x Trans!Male Reader

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Draco, Masturbation, Choking, NSFW gifs

Words: 1954


(Y/N) POV:

To say I was a hot topic around Hogwarts was quite the understatement. Ever since my second year when word got around that the guy from the muggle family actually had a vagina! Apparently the pure-bloods had never had any experience with such a thing. Most called it muggle magic and they all practically tripped over themselves to ask me questions. Eventually they died down as all things do, until I returned my fifth year having gone through top surgery. That brought on its own wave of questions.

Draco Malfoy was no different. At first, when he discovered my identity he called it ‘revolting’ and 'unnatural.’ Although, he too came around in our fifth year and we dove into a friendship neither of us expected. Nothing had prepared me for him as the same could be said from him about me. Being hormonal teenagers, there was always a tension between us. It wasn’t until the middle of our sixth year that he relieve it.

.

“Draco!” I whined softly, he had just dragged me out of the common room and was pulling me hastily down to some empty corridor.

“Where are we going?!” He let out a growl and mumbled something about me needing to shut up. He stopped abruptly, gripping my hand tighter as he glanced around quickly. His hand were on my hips for mere seconds to place me firmly against the wall.

He slammed his hands on the wall on the sides of my head, breathing heavy with a look of irritation painted on his face.

“Do you have any idea? The things you do to me?” He whispered softly, his lips curling in anger as he breathed softly into my ear. I swallowed the growing lump in my throat before uttering weakly, “I-I don’t understa–”

“ALWAYS!” He spoke louder now, his body nearing mine, but keeping a space between us in a teasing way. He softened as he saw the clear fear in my eyes, he dropped his hands to grip the sides of my shoulders, squeezing softly as he leaned into my ear again.

“The way you sound, your walk, bloody hell even your scent! You drive me absolutely mad. I want to ravage you, mold this pretty little body to fit against my own.”

I let out a soft whimper, feeling heat rush not only to my cheeks but between my legs as well. Before I could manage to stutter something in response Draco spoke again.

“You are the brightest part of my life and would like to propose you be my boyfriend, (Y/N). Would you accept?” He pulled away from my ear, watching my face contently as he drug his fingertips lightly down my arms.

“Uh..y-yea, I mean, yes. I-I would accept.”

He smirked in approval, “That’s my boy.”

His hands met my hips and his lips crashed against my own. He let out a soft hiss as his tight pants gained the smallest amounts of friction from my hips.

“Just one thing, love.” He said softly, “I am not a very 'publicly affectionate’ man and I don’t want you to expect anything else.” He was stern now, waiting until I nodded before reuniting our lips.

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On that night, I hadn’t realized that 'not being publicly affectionate’ meant not telling anyone about our relationship. Of course I was hurt, who wouldn’t be? He never told me why, he merely said it was not the time to introduce a new relationship to everyone. I had spend may hours contemplating what exactly could be his reason, not my bloodline, as even though I was raised by muggles, I was a pure-blood. I’d first thought it was the fact I was a male, but it’s been over a year and he seems quite comfortable in his own skin.

Tonight, some Ravenclaw girl had managed to get the Room of Requirements to have a nice set up for a party. Rumor has it that some kids had snuck in firewhisky and vodka, which most were excited to try as they’d never had muggle alcohol. Of course I was going, Draco and I already had yet another continuous fight about finally telling people we’re together. I was tired of Pansy throwing herself on him, literally.  She’d let out small giggles when he’d crack jokes, dragging her fingertips on his arms. She’d always whisper in his ear or hook her arm in his as they walked. Malfoy of course never had a feeling for her, but still pitied her school girl crush. He let her do as she pleased, actually working as a nice cover.

Every time I saw her hands on him I felt my cheeks grow red with anger and Draco would always shoot me his ’I’m sorry, baby’ look and make it up to me later. Tonight was for me, a night to get drunk, dance to something, and crash. The party wasn’t for hours and well, being a seventeen year old boy, I was horny. But there was no way I was going to be the first to run back to Draco to get satisfaction. I knew he’d be aching as much as I am as we haven’t had sex in a solid two weeks. As we were both stubborn as hell, we both weren’t going to be the first to apologize. I walked up to the empty dormitory and did as I knew best, masturbate, but be sure Draco walks in on me.

It wasn’t a hard game. He could practically smell my arousal a mile away, much less sense when I’m pleasuring myself. I was slow, setting up nicely, I’d do one of Draco’s favorites. He loved to see me touching myself on his bed, don’t ask why, but I’m certainly not complaining. The scent of him surrounding me was euphoric.

I undresses slowly, settling down on his bed. I lowered myself down on the bed softly, teasingly, there was no fun in masturbation if you don’t take your time. Within minutes I was struggling to keep myself quiet as I sunk my fingers into myself.

“A-Ah! Draco! Fuck!” I moaned softly, circling my hips downward softly. My eyes were knitted closed as I felt the pleasure begin to build, my body beginning to become more desperate, more sensitive as I thought of my white-haired lover.

“And what do you think you’re doing, baby boy?” Draco snarled, leaning against the door frame, trying to keep a stern look on his lust painted face. “If you need something, you’re supposed to come to me, kitten.”

I glared at him, still standing my ground, “Oh? Last time I checked you don’t want to help me with anything. You’re too busy helping Pansy.”

His jaw clenched as he inhaled sharply though his nose. “Get dressed,” he spoke low through closed teeth, “the party starts in ten minutes. I’ll see you there.” He stormed out of the room, leaving me alone, naked, and much more upset that I was at the beginning of my endeavor.

I dressed quickly, not bothering to finish myself off. I’d do it later when I was drunk and lonely. I walked to the Room of Requirements and entered to what seemed like a muggle club. The lights were low and muggle music was playing, a few dark booths were on one side of the room, a large space for dancing on the other. There was a bar in the back and I rushed there quickly. I ordered a glass of firewhisky and began wandering the neon-lit room for a familiar face. Malfoy was in the corner near the dance floor, Pansy already leaning on him in a fake drunken state.

I growled softly, glaring at her pathetic attempts to seduce him. I grabbed some fifth year Hufflepuff I had spoken to a few times and dragged him onto the dance floor as a song began. The beat was dark and playful, a song meant for couples to grind to. I pulled the young boy against me, pressing the tip of his nose against my own. Poor kid didn’t know what hit him. He was flushed and turned on by my teasing and I’ll admit I was using him, making sure I caught Draco’s eye before I grabbed the kid’s tie and rolled my hips against him. I locked eyes with Draco and let out a fake moan. His eyebrows furrows and I could practically hear the growl that left his scowling lips.

Draco whispered something to Pansy, grazing her hip softly with her hand before heading my way. As he neared, he glared at me angrily, he grabbed my arm with a rough grip and dragged me with him back to our common room. He gripped my wrist tightly as he rushed up to the dormitories, shoving me down on his bed with a snarl.

He climbed over top me, placing a hand lightly on my throat, leaning down, coating his lips with his own saliva. “You want people to know? Want them to know you’re mine. Fine. Then I’ll let them know.”

He kept his hand firm on my throat as he sunk his teeth into the underside of my jaw, causing me to whine softly. His other hand was roughly pulling my pants down, not wasting any time to strip me completely.

I slid my hand down to cup his hip, raking my fingers along the material of his shirt, dragging it up his torso. His hands came down to push my hands away from his body, shaking his head with a smirk.

“Mmm,” I whined softly, “Draco, please!” His fingers slid down to my wet pussy, trailing softly along the slick surface, just leaving the ghost of pleasure, letting out a breathy laugh at my whines and desperate moves.

He brought his wet fingertip up to drag my bottom lip down, softly.

“You want it? Want me to fuck you so hard the whole school knows you’re mine?” I nodded frantically, reaching up to try and meet his lips with my own. His hand met my throat again, applying a light pressure to the sides. He slid his pants low on his hips and slammed himself into my tight hole, letting out a groan as he endured the warm, tight feeling of me around him.

Draco wasted no time slamming into me at a fast, hard pace. With each thrust I sound myself being pushed deeper into the mattress, I wrapped my small hand around the forearm that gripped my throat. Large moans bubbled out of both of us as our pleasure pushed us closer to the edge of the cliff of climax we both wanted to dive off of.

All of sudden I heard the sound of Pansy’s fake drunken voice, “H-heyy, Drac– BLOODY HELL!” I expected Draco to stop his thrusts, instead he looked over his shoulder, laughing softly before pushing my legs farther apart, burying himself to the hilt into me. I tried to push him away, show a shred of respect to Pansy, but it was a failed attempt, Draco just pinched my clit hard.

“Get the hell out, Pansy!” He roared softly. The door slammed shut just as I felt myself begin to gush onto my lover’s cock.

“O-oh! That’s it, Draco! Fuck!” He thrusted harder until he reached his own climax, collapsing next to me and pressing my body flush against his own.

“You wanted everyone to know? Well, Pansy happens to be a loud mouth and I may have told her to meet me up here, love. Pathetic girl never saw it coming.” He whispered softly, nuzzling into my neck.

I let out a small giggle, “I love you.”

“As I love you, baby boy.”

Krasivaya-Chapter 4

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression?, Anxiety.

This was a horrible idea.

You knew agreeing to pretend to date Steve wasn’t your finest moment, but you were stuck now. It reeked of desperation. Every time someone looked at your intertwined fingers, you felt that they could see right through the farce. It was a cluster fuck of epic proportions.

Steve was sickeningly affectionate, nipping at your neck, pressing kisses to your  lips whenever Bucky was in the same room as you. He’d been uncharacteristically distant the last few days, leaving the room with a dark scowl on his face whenever you and Steve got ‘cosy’. Melissa had shown up more frequently, displays of affection turning more and more sexual between the two.

It made you sick, made you feel worthless and ugly every time he growled naughty suggestions in her ear, and her shrill giggle pierced the air.

Walking hand-in-hand with Steve to the weekly movie night, lost in deep thought, Steve stops short. Melissa and Bucky are curled tightly around each other, the former giggling at something he said.

“You up for this doll?” Steve whispers, concern etched on his face.

Squaring your shoulders, you nod once. Gritting your teeth you reply, “Feel like turning it up a notch?”

His eyebrows raise in surprise before he breaks out into a sexy smirk.

If you were a lesser woman you would be a puddle on the floor.

He leans down close to you, breath fanning across your face. “Let’s give em hell, darlin’,” he practically growls.

Pushing aside the jealousy, you plaster on the best smile you can. Wrapping an arm around Steve’s waist, his hand resting casually on your firm backside, you stride into the room together.

Steve squeezes the firm muscle hard as you move in front of Bucky.

You let out a startled squeak before breaking out in a fit of giggles. “Behave, soldier,” you stage whisper.

He grins crookedly, pulling you into his chest. Both hands now rests on your backside. “You know I can’t keep my hands off of ya, darlin’,” he murmurs as he nips at your neck. Peppering kissing along your jaw, he captures your lips in a passionate kiss.

Your hands instinctively fly to his hair, letting out a rather fake moan into his mouth.

He pulls away, chuckling darkly, “Later, baby girl.”

Bucky clears his throat behind you. “Can you two quit it? We’re trying to watch a movie.”

Rage clear on his face, Steve regards his friend cooly. “Sorry, Buck, I can’t get enough of my girl.”

Gritting his teeth, Bucky rises from his seat on the couch. “That’s the thing, Steve. Since when has she been anything to you other than a friend?”

Steve lets go of you abruptly, facing his friend dead on. “We’ve been getting closer since you and the..” he clears his throat, “Since you and Mel started dating, it escalated.” he shrugs nonchalantly.

“We both know she ain’t your type, Steve! What the fuck is going on!” He whirls to face you.

Your stomach drops. Of course he would think you dating a man like Steve would be implausible.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, jerk?” Steve all but roars, his anger at his best friends lack of filter rising to the surface.

You shrink into yourself, mortified by the disbelief in Bucky’s voice. Ugly, you think, That’s all I am ugly and worthless.

“Ya know what I mean, Steven! (Y/N) is… she’s….” he struggles to find the words to describe you.

A sob makes it past your lips. “Fat?” you whisper.

Bucky’s eyes snap to yours.

“Ugly?” you continue.

Bucky’s mouth slack with horror. “No… I… That’s not what I meant!” he tries to backpedal.

You can hear Melissa sniggering behind you.

“No, James, I get it.” You take a steadying breath. “Just because you wouldn’t look twice at me, Barnes, doesn’t mean other men can’t appreciate me for more than my appearance.” Tears leak down your face.

He had hit the nail on the head.

You weren’t ever going to be good enough for a man like him. Or Steve.

“Krasivaya…” he begins.

You hold up a hand to stop the half assed apology about to come from his mouth. Shutting down all emotion, you look up at him. “I would appreciate it if you would stop calling me that sergeant. I am obviously not beautiful. That much you have made perfectly clear.”

You feel dead inside. Emotionless. An empty void.

Turning to Steve, you grab onto his hand trying to anchor yourself to reality.

“Take me to bed, soldier?” you ask as Bucky bares his teeth at his friend.

“Now you’re talking, baby girl. I’ll meet you there in five. I have a few things to discuss with, Bucky.”

Nodding, you bid everyone goodnight. You haven’t made it five feet beyond the door before the enraged voice of Steve Rogers reaches you.

“What the fuck was that, Barnes?” he roars.

You can hear the collective gasp of everyone in the room. The clean cut, all American soldier swearing?

It brings a tentative smile to your face.

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NEIGHBOURS

TITLE -  Neighbours - Part 1 

WARNINGS - SMUT , orgasm denial , choking , NSFW GIFS 

WORDS -  2.5 k +

A/N -   Taw @supersoldierslover as always you are amazing . Thank you so very much for the corrections and changes . 

MASTERLIST


Bucky Fucking Barnes , your neighbour who fucks every other girl almost everyday . You’d have no  problem with peoples sex life since you have a  quite active one too, but it becomes a problem when you share a wall and can’t help but hear  “BUCKY BUCKY BUCKY  YEAH BUCKY” every other day form the mouth of a high pitched lady who is obviously faking it . Who screams like that? It boasts his ego to such an extent that he walks around completely cocksure of himself with a smirk on his face 24/7 . 

You just want to slap it off his beautiful , pretty , fuckable face . Yep . You did have a crush on him when he moved in . He was nice to people around him , he helped out old ladies and was pretty good with kids . Why is that he was so arrogant when it came to you ? Well, you dodged his advances every single time . And every single time he just got even more unbearable.

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Yours If You Will Have Me

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader
Word count: 1,976
Warnings: Smut. Descriptions of sex, fingering, oral sex (female), and unprotected sex.
Request: ( Anonymous ) It would be amazing if you did a smut with either Gabriel or Richard where they want to fuck but y/n teases him and tell him to write her an essay saying why they should do it, and he does, but instead he writes a really graphic and detailed letter telling her all the things is going to do to her & gets y/n horny. Excuse my horny mind. :) 

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anonymous asked:

Do you think Zen gets hot and bothered when MC calls him Oppa?

Wellll, his first reaction is breaking into euphoric laughter, then this:

Followed by suspicious gasps and moans. I suppose he’s faking a “heart attack”, but you should really listen to it. I have a dirty mind but I’m sure it’s not just me. 

 So yeah.  It does things to him ಠ‿ಠ

Win Your Heart

So, today was a snow day and I was able to work on Fragile Design, including ironing out some tricky plot points (thanks to @optomisticgirl for her wonderful thoughts and encouragement).  Now, I’m sitting here and thinking as my husband makes dinner (yes, I’m a lucky girl) and I need to write something short and sweet and involving no major plot other than references to potential impending storylines to come.

(also I’ve spent the past week re-immersing myself in @msgenevieve447‘s writing and loving every minute of it…this is an ode to her as well because she’s one of the people in this fandom than inspired me to write and I owe her much for that)

This little drabble is based on one of my all time favorite Captain Swan conversations, a piece of which is below:

Originally posted by the-queen-of-hell-things

Ah, yes…under the cut, for smutty reasons (you know how I do)…

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I Dare You (M)

word count: 4.5k

genre: smut; college AU + part time model!hyungwon

pairing: reader/hyungwon

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summary: it was a simple party and everything was going fine until minhyuk decided it’s time to spice it up. his idea? it ends up making you and your ex-crush hyungwon get a lot closer than you could’ve ever imagined. 

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Tutoring | PJ  {Pt. 2}

Pairing: Student!Jimin X Student!Reader {ft. student!Jungkook and student!Taehyung}

Summary: Park Jimin was known for studying hard and getting good grades, but when he starts failing his parents force him into tutoring which is where y/n is pushed to step in and help the boy. Let’s not forget that this boy used to be her ultimate crush before he broke her heart.

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut

Warnings: fake sex, fake moans, mentions of sex

Word Count: 4.1k

Note: This is part two, you can find part one here


Y/n wasn’t a big fan of going to the lounge, mainly because her friends were always trying to set her up with some guy that she had no absolute interest in whatsoever. As soon as she stepped inside that café and looked over at the lounge she saw a massive group of people, laughing and talking. She turned around, about to head out when she heard the call of her friends. “Y/n! Y/n come sit!” Park Cho-rong said, a boy latched onto her neck as he left hickies along the skin that she exposed. Y/n turned around and sighed, walking over and sitting down between her and a boy who she saw around school; Kim Taehyung.

“Yo! Finally, you two arrive!” Taehyung suddenly shouted as y/n turned to look Jungkook and Jimin walk through the door. “Oh, look Jungkook, your boyfriend really missed you.” Jimin said indicating Tae and Jungkook were in a relationship causing him to playfully punch Jimin’s shoulder. Jimin smiled before noticing y/n and sitting on top of Taehyung so he could be next to her. “Yah! Pabo get off!” Taehyung said trying to push the boy off him, but he just ignored him and kept his eyes fixed on y/n’s orbs. “Hey.” He said, running his tongue over his bottom lip before smirking slightly.

Tae managed to push Jimin off him but it caused him to fall on top of y/n, his face dangerously close to hers that she could hear him breathing. His chest moving in sync with her own as it raised and fell with each breath. “S-sorry.” Y/n stuttered, feeling a blush creep onto her cheeks as she went to reach up and brush some hair behind her ear, but Jimin beat her to it. Pushing the strand of h/c behind her hair and smiling, running his tongue over his lips once again. “You’re apologising for me falling on you?” He asked causing them both to laugh slightly.

“Guys you in?” A voice broke the two out of the trance, they both turned their heads and looked at the girl with long black hair and a black cap placed on her head. “What are we doing?” Jimin asked, pushing himself off and away from y/n and awaiting the girl’s answer. “We’re playing Shadows, you guys in?” She asked and y/n cocked her head to the side. “What’s that?” She asked and everyone smirked at her. “A little game. Sort of like, hide and go seek except the first two who are caught have to…do stuff” She explained and the air got caught in y/n’s throat.

This girl may attend church and be innocent but she knew exactly what the girl meant. “I’m in.” Jimin spoke up, y/n turning her head and looking at the boy who didn’t even meet her gaze. He just held a charming smile on his face as Tae patted his back. “I’m in too.” Y/n said, everyone nodding and smiling. “Okay, I am the seeker—“ The same girl was cut off by Taehyung. “But you’re always the seeker.” He whined and everyone laughed. “Fine, Tae and I will be the seekers. Now remember the three rules, you can only hide up to the bridge, you can’t hide with more than one person and if you’re caught you can’t back out.” She explained and everyone nodded.

Y/n felt nervous, she prayed she wouldn’t be found first unless maybe if Jimin was found first. Y/n was innocent yes, but she’d do anything with Jimin. She does have sexual desires and dirty thoughts too about the boy. “Alright. Let the games begin. Remember, one minute to go hide. Starting…now.” She said and everyone ran out of the café, Jimin grabbing y/n’s hand and finally making eye contact with her once again. “Come with me.” He said, and all y/n could do was move her feet as he dragged her to god knows where. They ended up running into an alley, the walls so close together but there was enough space for the two to be pressed up against each other.

Chest to chest, feeling each other’s heavy breaths they take and let out. Y/n could feel something pushing against her thigh and she thought it might be his phone or his keys so she decided to whisper. “Umm…Jimin?” She asked, her voice so quiet but so loud in the alley. “Yeah?” He whispered back, thanking that it was dark because he was so red in the face right now. “Could you move your phone, or keys, or whatever is in your pocket?” She asked and he felt his cheeks heat up even more. “I don’t think I can do that…” He whispered back and y/n furrowed her eyebrows.

“Why not?” She asked, moving her leg to try and find a more comfortable spot but as she did so Jimin released a small whimper. “Oh.” She dragged out, realising Jimin had a hard on. Jimin squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to restrain himself from just fucking the girl right then and there. “Sorry, I-I didn’t realise.” She stumbled over her words a few times, feeling her own cheeks heat up and questions swarm her mind. Did I cause that? She smirked a little, the thought so good for some reason. “It’s okay, just try not to move too much.” He managed to squeak out without letting out a moan of a sort.

Minutes past but it felt like time was going so slow for them, there they stood pressed up against one another in the cold. Suddenly a light shined down the alley and landed on both of their faces. “Oh!” Taehyung called out, smiling and throwing a whistle as he looked at the two. Both squinting as the light shined brightly in their eyes. “Come out you two! Looks like you two will be doing some naughty things later.” Why did this make y/n nervous yet excited? Maybe because she had never done anything with a guy but she finally was but it was with her long-time crush who broke her heart.

 There y/n sat on the bed, feeling weird and awkward while Jimin sat in his computer chair, spinning around. “So, how do you want to do this?” He asked finally coming to a stop and flashing that millions dollar smile that made the girl’s heart melt. “I-I don’t know.” She stuttered, feeling heat in her cheeks as she looked down to avid eye contact. “How about this…” Jimin took out his phone and opened the voice recorder, y/n was confused but he made his way over to the bed. Smirking at how uneasy she would get around him, yet so calm in a way.

“Just go along with it.” He mouthed and she arched an eyebrow. Suddenly Jimin moaned, it was awkward cause y/n didn’t know what to do. He gave her a questioning look, and she nodded. She began to made seductive moans, acting like she was having sex with Jimin. The two began making moans and grunts, Jimin’s hands were placed on either side of her as he began to push down into the mattress to make it squeak. Making it bounce and squeak as y/n layed underneath his frame.

Her moans sounded so real to the boy and sounded like music to his ears, he had never heard anything so beautiful to him before. In a way, he was getting turned on but knew he needed to control his hormones before his dick makes another awkward appearance. To be more convincing y/n began to spit some words out, using dirty talk and it almost felt so real to Jimin. Jimin knew what she was doing and decided to give it a try too, yes it made them both cringe but it sounded believable. They finally finished and made it sound like they finished and Jimin turned off the recording.

“Do you think they’ll believe it?” She asked standing up, walking towards the boy as he began playing it and listening to the recording. They both look at each other and cringed. “I don’t know. We might need a little more evidence than that.” He said, Jimin knew they had enough but he just wanted to have a little fun. “Well what else could we do?” She asked, and Jimin made it look like he was thinking but he already had an idea in mind. “Take off your panties.” He said sternly, making eye contact with the shy girl with a confused expression on her face.

“What? No. That’s weird.” She said lying straight through her teeth. She would take them off straight away for him but she didn’t want to show him that he had an effect on her. “Do you want to be caught?” He asked and y/n sighed and rolled her eyes, giving him a gesture to turn around and he did. She reached under her skirt and pulled down the white lace panties she was wearing and handed them to the boy. He was shocked at first but just smiled and placed the lace between his teeth. Pulling a fuckboi face as he took a selfie of it quickly and then handed them back to y/n.

“Was that really necessary?” She asked slipping them around her ankles and pulling them back up while his back was still turned. “Yes, unless you want to get caught I would thank me.” He said, locking his phone and slipping it into his pocket. “Thank you? If it hadn’t been for you I wouldn’t have been caught in the first place and been forced to have fake sex with you and then give you my panties to put in your mouth.” Her voice changed as she grew slightly irritated with the boy in front of her. “Ah, I never knew you were so good with words.” He said placing his hand over his heart and smiling.

Y/n huffed and stormed past him, leaving his house annoyed and frustrated. “Idiot!” She yelled at herself as she got closer to her own house and then went inside. Greeting her parents coldly before storming upstairs and into her room, closing and locking her door as she landed on her soft bed. The mattress muffled her loud screams thankfully. Her phone beeped and she grabbed it, unlocking it to see Jimin had posted in the group chat.

Jimin

Done and dusted. Nice and tight! Thanks y/n.

Jimin sent an audio.

Jimin send a photo.

 Y/n scoffed and cringed at it, hating herself for listening to him. Maybe he isn’t different, maybe he’s still the same guy from elementary. She thought to herself, feeling the need to cry but she shook away the tears that were about to fall. She changed out of her clothes and into some sweats, feeling more comfortable and warm. She rubbed her moisturizer on her face when her phone began going off, everyone in the group chat.

Cho-rong

Y/n you dirty girl! Go you!

Tae

Wow, you guys did it. Jimin you dog!

Jungkook

Interesting…

Jae Eun

That’s fucking gross. Don’t post that shit in the group chat

Tae

Stfu Jae Eun, nobody asked for your opinion. Just because you wanted to be the one to do it with Jimin.

 After reading that last message y/n put her phone down, feeling worried that Jae Eun would now hate her after having fake sex with Jimin. She couldn’t believe they all believed it, except Jungkook who seemed a bit sceptical about it all. “I’m telling you, she was so upset when she ran out of here. I have another tutor session with her tomorrow afternoon and I’m going to play the good guy again.” Jimin said into the phone as Jungkook laughed on the other end. “So, you guys haven’t boned yet?” He asked finally stopping himself from laughing. “No not yet, but give it time. That girl is slowly falling for me. And she wants me. I can tell.” He said looking out his window over at y/n’s house.

“How?” Jungkook asked as Jimin stepped back from the window and ran his fingers through his hair. “She was wet. Like her panties were white but I could see that she had leaked a little in them. It was fucking hot.” Jimin said smirking to himself as he thought back to it. Jungkook began laughing like crazy before he finally calmed down and had to go. Jimin layed in bed, enjoying and letting the silence consume him as he stared at the ceiling. God, she was such a tease. He thought as he thought back to the time with her in the alley. How she kept moving her leg that was rubbing against his bulge.

 When y/n walked into school, she felt embarrassed and annoyed. Not wanting to talk to anyone, not wanting to smile, laugh, eat or do anything really except for study, work and do something she enjoys. “The three solutions of the equation f(x) = 0 are -2, 0, and 3. Therefore, the three solutions of the equation f(x - 2) = 0 are…” The teacher said, looking around the classroom for someone to put their hand up besides y/n who had her hand up each time the teacher asked a question. “Miss l/n” The teacher sighed as y/n smiled. “four, two and five.” She answered feeling proud before someone chimed in. “Wrong.” Everyone’s heads turned back to look at the boy who spoke.

 Park Jimin, who finally actually had the right answer and payed attention in class. “What’s the answer then Mr Park?” The teacher asked, feeling a little intimidated but waited to hear his answer. “zero, two and five.” He said and the teacher walked over to her desk, reading the answer before looking up, y/n had a ‘please say he’s wrong’ look on her face. “He’s right.” The teacher answered and the class was in a daze, people whispering. Y/n slumped back in her chair feeling embarrassed. She had never gotten the answer wrong in class, what was going on with her? It’s like ever since she started talking with Jimin her life began flipping upside down.

Her head popped up at those thoughts, looking ahead but in her mind the cogs were working. That’s it! She thought, smiling to herself before getting back to her work and writing down notes. She was so annoyed though that she couldn’t even concentrate on her work properly and time felt like it was flying by. The bell rung and y/n looked up at the clock that read 3:00PM, gripping her pencil more tightly before looking back down at her work seeing she had only gotten three questions done in an hour. She grumbled and began putting her stuff in her bag, the teacher dismissing them all as she stormed out and into the library. Not even wanting to tutor him anymore.

She doesn’t care if he fails but she made a promise to the principle, her parents and his parents she would help get his grades up. She sat in the library waiting, checking her watch every few minutes before looking at the door. But he didn’t walk through at any moment, and that’s when y/n knew she was being stood up. “Hey, is this seat taken?” She turned and looked at Jungkook, shaking her head and pulling her lips into a straight line as he sat across from her. “I’m Jungkook, you’re y/n, right?” He asked and the girl nodded, smiling slightly at the boy. “So, word is you’re the smartest girl and the best tutor?” He asked arching an eyebrow at her and she couldn’t help the blush that crept onto her cheeks.

“Y-yeah. I wouldn’t say that. I mean I’m doing the hardest subjects but I don’t know…” She said, trying to calm herself down but her heart rate was picking up, her cheeks now a cute red and her palms slightly sweaty. “You see I’m having trouble, with some of my work.” He said pulling out his own maths book, y/n went and sat on the other side next to him so they both could view it. Her face was so close to Jungkook’s even though it wasn’t even facing his. He watched as he tucked her bottom lip in between her teeth and her eyes fluttered back and forth reading his working out, the equations and his answers. Her nose twitching so slightly every now and then. “Okay, so what you’re doing wrong here is—“ She was cut off with Jungkook pushing his lips onto hers.

She squealed, the kiss a surprise. She tried pulling away but he held her head in place, pushing his tongue past and into her mouth. She bit down on his tongue, causing him to hiss and pull away. She grabbed her things and ran out of the library and few students giving Jungkook a funny look wondering what happened. Y/n ran home and upstairs, once again locking herself in her room and throwing her stuff onto her bed before going into her bathroom and brushing her teeth. Her first kiss and it wasn’t the guy she wanted it to be with. To many girls their first kiss wasn’t a big deal, but it meant everything to y/n. She was the only virgin left in the school. The only one who hadn’t been touched. Who hadn’t even been kissed, until now.

She heard the doorbell ring and was hesitant to answer it, afraid it might be Jungkook again. Even if it was him coming to apologise, she didn’t want to see him. But no one else was home, so she had to answer it just in case it was someone else. She walked downstairs, her pepper spray hidden behind her back as she opened the door to see Jimin in a grey t-shirt and some black skinny jeans. He was sweaty, his hair pushed off his face and loud pants leaving his lips. His flushed pink cheeks and chest that kept rising and falling. “I’m sorry, I know I wasn’t there for tutoring but—“ He stopped mid-sentence when his eyes landed on her lips.

 They were more swollen and red than usual, and Jimin couldn’t help the jealousy brewing up inside him. He stepped inside and y/n looked confused, he was so close to her. Tilting her chin to look up at him, he examined her lips more closely. “Who kisses you?” He asked, his voice darker now and y/n didn’t want to answer. She didn’t want to believe that she had her first kiss taken by a complete asshole. She didn’t want people to think she gave herself up that easily. “Y/n who kissed you?!” He yelled, his voice more aggressive now and it was starting to scare the girl more now. She couldn’t help the tears that began to fall, she needed an excuse or something. She knew how close Jungkook was with Jimin and she didn’t want them to have a falling out because of her.

“Y/n I swear to god if you don’t tell me.” He pushed her body up against the wall now, tears falling down her face as she shook her head and faint whimpers left her lips. “It was no one. I promise. No one. I just got hit in the face with a ball.” She said trying to come up with another excuse. Not only to get rid of Jimin but because she didn’t want to have her first kiss with Jungkook. “Why? Why are you lying to me? Who was it?” He asked again, his voice sounding as if he was pleading. And that’s when she did it, she brought her hand up and pushed his neck so his lips crashed against hers. His cherry flavoured lip balm chap stick on her lips.

The tears touching his skin as they came tumbling out of her eyes. Both just melting into the kiss, and she compared it to Jungkook’s. His was rough and unwanting, unlike Jimin’s whose was kind, soft and calm. Their lips fit together like they were made for each other. They finally pulled back, y/n’s hands still on the back of his neck and his hands still on her hips firmly. “You. That’s who I kissed. You were my first kiss.” She said softly, his orbs staring right into hers. “I was?” He choked slightly, he had never been someone first kiss. He always thought it was the best thing to be someone’s kiss because you can tell who someone is by their kiss.

“Was it good?” He asked, his voice a little shaky due to him being worried it was bad. She nodded her head and he smiled, pressing his plump lips too hers once again. After a hot make out session y/n invited Jimin upstairs so they could do their tutoring session which was just them two messing around with their work out in front of them and untouched. “S-stop!” She giggled as his fingers pressed into her sides, adding pressure to the sensitive spots. “Give me a kiss and I will.” Jimin said puckering his lips out for her. She smiled and climbed onto his lap, straddling the boy and kissing his lips once again. Oh, how she could kiss those lips forever.

She pulled back and looked into his orbs, a question that she’s been dying to ask all night crossing her mind once again. “Jimin…” She asked as he hummed a response for her to continue. “What does this make us? I mean, what am I to you now?” She asked and there was just silence, Jimin licked his lips slightly. “Well…” he said before swiftly turning them over so she was now pinned down to the bed, his body hovering over hers as she smiled. “How about girlfriend?” He asked, smirking slightly at the blushing girl. She nodded her head before his lips attacked the exposed skin on her neck. As much as she was enjoying the feeling of his lips on her skin the sounds of her parents walking into the house made her push the boy off her body onto the floor.

His body made a loud thud causing y/n to suddenly panic. “Y/n you okay?” She heard her mother’s voice call out. “Yeah, just about to take a shower!” She called out, her parents feet suddenly heard as they began coming up the stairs. Y/n grabbed Jimin and bolted into the bathroom, turning on the shower and ridding herself of her clothes and pushing Jimin into the shower before closing the shower curtain on them. “Y/n? you in here?” Her mother walked into her room and into the bathroom. “Yeah, sorry mum. Just in the shower.” Jimin tried his best to look away from y/n’s body but it was so beautiful. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her breasts.

“It’s alright. How was tutoring with Jimin?” She asked causing y/n to look at the boy who she was pressed up against. “Good. He got a lot done. I think he still needs some more sessions though.” She called out, her heart beat picking up and Jimin could feel it against his chest. “Okay, well once you’re done showering with him come downstairs for dinner okay?” Jimin went wide eyed and looked at y/n, wondering how she knew. “His homework was left on your bed. Be careful so your father doesn’t find him in there.” And with that her mother walked downstairs. “Oh my god. I’m in the shit.” She said to herself before turning off the shower and stepping out, wrapping a towel around her body as Jimin also stepped out still wearing his damp clothes. Y/n chuckled and handed him a towel. 

“Sorry, I have some of my brother’s old clothes if you want?” She asked and he nodded, grabbing a towel and trying to dry his clothes body. Y/n quickly went and grabbed him a blue Harvard sweater and some grey sweat pants. Closing the bathroom door so he could get changed and she could too.After the two were clothed and dry y/n hesitated to go downstairs. What would her father think of Jimin? Jimin held her hand and y/n looked at the sincere smile he gave her. “It’ll be fine.” He cooed softly, taking her hand in his as they made their way downstairs. “Finally, I have some people I want you to meet.” Her father said as they got downstairs, a man stood there in a suit next to a face that y/n can’t seem to escape.

 “Y/n, this is Mr. Jeon and this is his son Jungkook.”