“Cause of death,” you whispered to Natasha, making her snort.
You took another bite of your cereal and watched Bucky walk over to the refrigerator. He opened the door and reached in, grabbing a water. You and Nat both barely held in groans when he tipped it back and took long pulls from the bottle, the muscles in his throat working vigorously.
He had been down in the gym with Steve. He hadn’t hit the shower yet so his chest was gloriously bare, sweat still clinging to his skin. The gray gym shorts he was wearing were hanging low on his hips, a peak of his black underwear visible. The sweat on his legs were making his shorts stick to his thighs.
That is the cause of death you had been referring to.
When you had entered the gym a half an hour ago to retrieve your hairbrush that you left in the shower room, Bucky had been doing squats. You had frozen in place as you watched the muscles in his back bunch with every movement. His shorts had stretched tight across his firm ass and had ridden halfway up his thighs. The muscles were straining as he bent deep, the weights on the barbell across his shoulders staying parallel.
Warnings:oral sex, curisng and foul language, just smut
Request:for @teenagehopless : 8, 23, & 50 w Mr. Jeon Jungkook. Make it fluffy and maybeee a little smutty please ~ thanks so much love
Summary:You and Jungkook are the best of the best at school, the Golden Ones. But being the competitive people you both are causes for some mischief.
A/N:Hi everyone. I’m back with another one shot from the prompt list. I hope you like it. ~admin L
8: “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”
23: “If we get caught I’m blaming you.”
50: “Did you just flick me?”
You and Jungkook are both the golden students everybody wants to be. You both excel in your academics, you are both advanced in any sport, and you both are just overall great at anything you do.
Many would expect you both to get along well. But they couldn’t be more wrong.
Another thing you and Jungkook have in common is your competitiveness. You both want to be the best and only the best. So it’s fair to say that you both didn’t get along well at all.
If you exceeded him on a grade on a test, he would run more laps than you. If you beat him in basketball, he would paint something better than you, and the process goes on.
You are both also the most desired people in school. Every girl is all over Jungkook and every boy is all you. But because of your blinded rivalry, both of you have never noticed.
You are rivals and you alway have been since you’ve known each other and nothing is going to change that.
Until you were both chosen to be on the same team for a soccer tournament at your school.
It’s sports week at your school and everyone is hyped. A handful of the best players compete in different sports and are ranked on ability. This is the perfect opportunity for you to show what you’re made of and to beat Jungkook.
You both played on opposing teams for every sport up until soccer.
You were put on the same team and will have to work together to win … together.
You’re not happy but at least you’re captain which means you get to call the shots. You made your whole game plan and as much as you hate to admit, you have to use Jungkook a lot in order to win. Cause that’s what’s important.
Your team gathers on the field and huddles around you as you explain the game plan.
"Do you all understand?” you ask.
A loud roar of agreement from the team erupts and you all chant before dispersing to stretch.
“I wonder by how many points I’m going to beat you by,” says a voice next to you while you are stretching.
You turn to the voice to see Jungkook stretching out his arms across his chest.
“I don’t know if you noticed but we’re on the same team,” you say sarcastically.
“Doesn’t matter to me,” he says with a smirk.
“Listen Jungkook, I’m not in the mood to compete with you,” you sigh. “I’m just trying to win the other team.”
“Oh we will, because of me,” he presses.
“No, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be because of me. I am the captain after all,” you smirk.
He frowns but before he can retort, the referee is calling for the teams to get into place.
Before you know it, the game has started and everyone is running around.
The game started out well. Your game plan was working well, everyone doing what you said.
It wasn’t until Jungkook kept getting the ball that it went down hill from there.
He would have the ball but would immediately be cornered by the opposing team.
“I’m open!” you yell from a couple feet away. He makes eye contact with you but then looks away and still keeps the ball. He runs all the way to the goal and luckily makes it.
He wasn’t quite lucky the times after that. You would yell and run to his side to help him make the goal but he would just push you away or run somewhere else.
It wasn’t until when you had the ball that you were done playing games. You expertly made your way past the opposing players toward the goal but right before you can reach the goal, Jungkook steals the ball from you and makes the goal himself.
You groan angrily as he takes credit for your work. But you let it slide for the sake of winning.
He does it a few more times, taking the ball away from you and engulfs in the cheers of the crowd.
When you got the ball again, you made sure to play a different game plan than the one you presented to the team. That way, Jungkook couldn’t take the ball away.
Just as you were running to the goal, Jungkook runs up to you and trips you, causing you to tumble on the floor and land hard on your knee and then your face.
Everything becomes quiet. The players and the crowd are in silence as they process what had happened. The ref and your team come by your side to help you up. You slowly stand up on your own and shove the helping hands away from you as you try to insist you are okay.
“I’m fine, I’m fine. I promise,” you say convincingly as you just want to get back to the game. You look up and see Jungkook looking at you worriedly from afar.
Suddenly you feel liquid run down your knee and you look down to see blood streaming down your leg.
“Fuck,” you mutter. “I’m going to bandage myself up and I’ll be right back. Jimin, take my place.”
You slowly limp away toward the locker room and bandage yourself up. You weren’t as badly injured as you thought you would be. Besides the cut, you were just sore so you were pretty much set to play again. As you limp back to the field, you see the audience screaming and your team carrying Jungkook on their shoulders toward the locker room, cheering him on.
You go up to the ref. “Wait, what happened? I thought we had 20 minutes left.”
“After your injury, we decided to cut the game short and played one more round before finishing. You’re lucky Jungkook is on your team, he made the winning goal.”
You are absolutely pissed. Not only are you injured because of Jungkook, but he’s getting praise for the game you led. You could have sworn smoke was coming out of your ears.
You stomp to the boys locker room, ignoring the slight pain on your knee. Your adrenaline was preventing you from feeling any pain at the moment. You walk in to find half naked men getting dressed. They all gasp when they see you, but you ignore their surprised reactions.
“Where’s Jungkook?” you ask one of the random shirtless men.
“Uhh, he should be by his locker two rows down,” he says awkwardly.
You walk over to where you were directed and see Jungkook, shirtless, talking to one of his teammates.
You turn him over and push him against the lockers.
“What the fuck,” says Jungkook, getting ready to fight whoever it is until he realizes it’s you, causing his eyes to widen.
You laugh sarcastically. “What the fuck?” you mimic him. “I think I should be the one telling you that right now.”
You look around and notice that everything is quiet. Everyone is looking at your interaction right now.
“Everyone get out,” you say looking at everyone in the room. “Now.”
And with that, every single person is walking hurriedly out of the room, giving you some privacy.
Jungkook tries walking out with the rest, but you grab his shoulders and push him back on the lockers, making him wince.
“You’re not going anywhere,” you demand.
Once everyone is out of the room you turn back to Jungkook, arms on either side of him, caging him in.
“What’s your problem with me?” you ask Jungkook.
“What the fuck is your problem?” you repeat.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he avoids eye contact.
You don’t know if it’s your words or your proximity that is making him nervous but you continue nonetheless.
“Not only did you ignore my game plan, but you took my shots and you caused my injury,” you say through gritted teeth. You lean in closer, trying to catch his eyes. “What are you so afraid of, huh? Are you afraid that a girl might be better than you? Is that what it is?”
His eyes flick up to look at yours and when you think he’s going to say something, he leans in and captures your lips with his. He grips your hips and turns you around so that now you are against the lockers. You’re still in shock, staying still as he leans away from the kiss.
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad,” he mutters against your lips.
“I said you’re hot and I like you.”
“You like me?”
“Yeah,” he says as he leans back in to kiss you. This time your lips respond back, causing him to smile into the kiss.
So many things are going through your mind that you push him back slightly.
“Wait what the fu-” you say before you were flicked on the forehead by Jungkook.
“Did you just flick me?”
“Yeah, now shut up and kiss me.”
And with that he leans back in and attacks your lips. You don’t know if it was your confused mind or the loss of blood but you kiss back and wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. He smirks into the kiss and slowly lowers his hands from your waist to your ass. He gives it a squeeze causing you to gasp, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth.
You moan in his mouth as he rocks his hips against yours.
“Fuck,” you moan as he travels down your jaw to your neck.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he mumbles against your neck as you pant.
You slip your hands down his shirtless torso and rock hard abs and made your way to his bulge.
You fondle him through his gray soccer shorts, feeling him harden under your touch.
“Oh shit,” groans Jungkook. “Feels so good, baby girl.”
Wanting to feel more of you, he lifts up your leg to grind against you but you whimper in pain as he holds your injured leg.
He let’s go of you immediately, eyes wide. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry Y/N. I completely forgot. Shit, I’m so stupid.”
You slowly limp to the bench in between the locker rows and sit down, massaging your knee.
“It’s fine Jungkook,” you mutter in pain.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he apologizes again.
“I know you are. I told you I’m fine. I just need to take some pain killers and rest it and I’ll be as good as new.”
You try smiling up at him to reassure him that you’re fine but he wasn’t having it. He frowned and pouted apologetically.
You didn’t know what to do at this moment so you decide it’s time to go.
“I should get going and rest this knee,” you say as you get up and try to balance yourself.
“Wait,” Jungkook comes up and settles you back down on the bench. He’s on his knees, looking up to you while holding both your hands.
“Let me make it up to you,” he says.
“No, it’s oka-”
“Please, Y/N. I want to make you feel good,” he says lowly.
That’s when you notice the darkness in his eyes. Lust filled eyes looking back at you expectantly.
“W-what?” you mumble. “How?”
“I gave you that injury,” he says guiltily as he let’s go of your hands and places them on your thighs, rubbing them up and down. “So it’s only fair that I make you feel good.”
Before you can say anything, he leans up and kisses your lips softly. This was a huge contrast compared to the passionate, desperate kisses from before.
As you kiss back, he reaches for your waist and pulls down your shorts. You lift your hips, making it easier for them to come off.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says as he leans back up to kiss your lips.
He then places one of his hands above your clothed core and slowly rubs it in circles.
“Jungkook,” you moan against his lips.
“Yes, baby?” he asks looking you in the eye.
“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”
Right then he slips his hand underneath the waist band of your underwear and rubs your clit. “Then so be it.”
Your back arches at the sensation, your head thrown back, allowing him the opportunity to attach his lips against your neck.
He sucks a bruise you know will be there later. You’ll just blame it on the injury, you thought.
He soon sticks two fingers in your entrances and begins pumping in a slow rhythm.
“Shit,” your eyes roll back.
“You like that baby?” Jungkook mutters against your neck.
“Fuck, more. I need more,” you moan.
“Say my name,” he demands.
“Jungkook,” you moan quietly.
“Louder,” he says as he curls his fingers in you.
“Jungkook!” you moan loudly, your voice echoing in the empty locker room.
“Thank you baby,” he says as he detaches himself from your neck leans down lower toward your naval. He removes his fingers so he can take off your underwear.
Before you can question his absence, you feel his tongue lick your core.
Your back arches against nothing while a whimper comes out.
Jungkook looks up and doesn’t break eye contact with you while he continues to lick at your clit while pumping his fingers in your entrance.
“You like that baby?” he mumbles against your core.
“Y-yes,” you moan. “Fuck,” you whimper when he begins to suck on your clit.
You reach down and entangle your fingers in his hair.
“Fuck, Jungkook. I’m so close.”
“Cum for me baby.” He begins pumping really fast while sucking on your clit. The sensations are too much and with loud moan you’re coming. He begins to pump slowly, riding out your high before pulling out and kissing your lips.
He then gets up and opens his locker to get a towel. He cleans you up quietly, while you sit there trying to catch your breath. After he’s done, he puts his towel back in his locker while you pulled your shorts and underwear back up.
You get up and he turns around to look at you.
“Well I better get going,” you start. “Umm, thank you for this, I guess.”
“It was my pleasure,” he smirks.
You chuckle nervously. “Yeah, well I’ll see you around.” You begin to walk away before he catches your arm.
You turn around and face him as his eyes flicker down to the floor.
“Yeah?” you question.
“Do you want to go out some time? I know usually this process is the other way around but I really like you.” He grabs both of your hands and leans forward. “So do you want to go out with me?”
Before you could say anything, you had to clear up some things.
“Wait, if you like me, then why were you such an asshole to me? You fucking injured me for fucks sake.”
He scratches the back of his neck. “That was too far, wasn’t it? I didn’t mean to hurt you that bad. I don’t know,” he sighs in defeat. “It’s just that I don’t know how to act around you.”
“You could have just talked to me like everyone else.”
“I’m sorry I just didn’t know another way to get your attention. Every guy is all over you and I didn’t know what to do. I thought this rivalry would get us somewhere but it just did the opposite. I’m sorry, I’ll never hurt you again.”
He looks at you waiting for an answer but you stay quiet. Should you date him? He did cause your injury but then again it wasn’t necessarily intentional. There was a genuinely innocent motive behind it.
“Okay, fine. I’ll go out with you,” you say looking down. That’s when you realize he’s still shirtless. A blush creeps onto your cheeks and you look back up.
“Umm, do you mind putting on a shirt? It’s a bit distracting.”
He smirks, “Anything for you babe.”
After you’ve gathered all your things, you begin to head out.
“Do you need a ride home?” he asks.
“If you don’t mind …” you begin.
“Not at all,” he smiles.
All of a sudden he picks you up bridal style and walks to his car.
“And maybe we can have round two,” he suggests.
You laugh. “You’ll have to earn round two.”
A/N: Thank you everyone for being patient and please make sure to stick around for more to come.
PART ONE because the post was so long breaking it into two 😁
The other night my husband was out again and so I told my son I was staying in for the night. He told me he didn’t feel like going out either so we planned to eat popcorn and have a movie night (which are becoming more of a regular thing, most of the time very innocent). So that night I went to the couch and he was there in nothing but his boxers and white basketball shorts. I was wearing my little gray short shorts and a pink tank top with no bra or underwear. When I walked in the room the sight of him just made me giddy and I practically pranced to him. My son chose a scary movie for us to watch which I was not thrilled about but I sat down and huddled up next to him and said “you better protect me! I’m gonna get scared of this one!” And he laughed and put his arm around me and replied “I always got you” which the mom in me is just touched by. So anyways, I had the popcorn ready and the movie was started. We were watching it and laughing with each other and talking equally and my son started teasing me about being scared of the movie so I throw a piece of popcorn at him. He threw one back and I’m not sure if he did it on purpose but it went straight down my shirt. My cleavage caught and and I just gave him a playful “dirty look” as a joke so he apologized and reached down my shirt and took the piece and put it right into his mouth! I told him my chest was all greasy now thanks to him and he apologized again and started wiping at where it landed with his hand ever so gently. I pulled my shirt down so my nipples were barely covered and at this point neither of us were watching the movie because he just was staring at my tits. I told him to clean it off good and he just started pressing his hands over the parts of my breasts that were exposed. He had a straight face and seemed sort of unsure of what I wanted from him but I just leaned into his hands until they were completely cupping my bare chest. My shirt was fully exposing my breasts and my son was sitting there with his hands on my tits staring in awe. I am so wet talking about it, it’s hard to even type oh my god I felt like I was going to explode in that moment!!!!! I looked down and saw my sons erection standing tall and rock hard through his basketball shorts!!!! Ok I literally need to take a break typing to make myself cum thinking about all the events of this night I will be back later for part 2 of anyone’s interested
Hello! Sorry I haven’t posted in a bit, I’ve had a hectic week. But anyway, here’s Baby Fever part two! You can read this on it’s own, but if you would like you can read part one here. I hope you guys enjoy it!
“Harry? Wake up, baby!” You whispered, gently shaking
your sleeping husband to try and wake him.
“Mmm,” Harry replied in a mumble. You tried shaking
him a bit harder, his eyes fluttered. After a few seconds, he poked one eye
open, exposing his tired eyes, “Yes?”
“I’m craving some fries, and maybe some nuggets
too…I’m not really sure yet.” You rubbed your pregnant belly in thought, trying
to convince your growing child to decide what she wanted. You were almost five
months along now, and the cravings were only getting stronger. Harry rubbed his
eyes, wiping away some sleep, and gave you his full attention.
“Yeah? What time is it, love?”
“Hmm, okay,” Harry squinted his eyes in thought, “Is
“More than alright.” Harry pushed the baby blue duvet
from his body and stretched his arms high over his head. He swung his legs over
his side of the bed and took a few heavy steps to the bedroom light. He was
used to waking up in the middle of the night by now. Sometimes to cuddle you back
to sleep, other times to get you some ice cream, or in this case, to satisfy a
craving of yours. The sudden brightness of the light flickering on startled
your eyes, but they soon adjusted. Harry came to your side of the bed and
placed his hand over yours, rubbing your belly.
“How’s my baby girl?” He asked your baby bump, kissing
over his shirt that covered your belly.
“She’s good,” you smiled, “She’s been pretty active
lately.” Harry gave you a loving stare, then broke into a huge smile. He stayed
like that for a few seconds, you noticed his emerald eyes were fairly bright
for it being two o’clock in the morning.
“What?” You asked, a smile hidden behind your words.
“Nothing, I just never thought I would be so happy
driving to McDonalds at two am,” Harry laughed. You felt your stomach move
under your hand, and you were pretty sure Harry felt it too, “Maybe we should
feed you before my little angel gets too restless.” Harry was over the moon the
first time he felt your baby move. He never got tired of feeling it either, he
liked to know that your baby got excited when he would sing to her, or just
that she was having fun moving around in there.
“Good idea,” You yawned, “When you get up can you get
me those fluffy socks with the reindeers on them? They keep my feet warm.”
Harry stood up from the bed and made his way to the closet. He grabbed a black
hoodie and draped it over his body, enjoying the sudden warmth radiating
through his body. Harry wrapped his hands around the handle of a cabinet sat in
your shared closet and pulled it toward himself. Inside was a neat row of
Christmas socks that you had collected since you and Harry moved in together. A
few weeks ago, your hormones were a little off and you had organized everything
you could find, including all your clothes. Harry snatched up the reindeer
socks and closed the open cabinet with his hip. He took the liberty of grabbing
you a pair of sweatpants to wear on the drive to McDonalds.
“Here you go, Petal,” Harry said, handing you your
socks and gray sweatpants.
“Thank you. Do we have ice-cream, baby? I think we
should get that as well,” You pondered.
“I just bought some yesterday, promise.” Harry kissed
you lightly on the lips and grasped you hand, helping you stand up. You pulled
the sweatpants over your legs and let them sit just under your baby bump.
Harry, being the best husband ever, put the socks on your feet for you. Sighing
contently, you wiggled your toes back and forth, enjoying the warmth making its
way to them. Harry silently laced his fingers with yours and made his way
through the house to the front door. He took your brown coat from the coat
stand and held it by your arms. Threading your arms through the
holes, you heard your stomach give a low grumble.
“Alright, let’s go get you some fries, my love,” Harry
lovingly whispered, “Or maybe nuggets as well, the baby hasn’t decided yet,
“Right,” You giggled.
“Maybe next we can figure out why she loves pickles
dipped in peanut butter so much!” Harry latched onto your hand once more and
lead you to the car. You heard leaves crunching under both you and Harry’s
feet, every breath you took made a little cloud in the air.
Once you reached the car Harry opened the door for you
and you slid into your seat, Harry closed the door behind you, leaving you in
silence for a second. It was quite cold in the car, you thought, you couldn’t
wait to get the heat on. And fries oh
my gosh you wanted fries, well, your baby girl wanted fries. You felt a breeze
of cool air enter the car when Harry opened his door. He jumped into the car
and put the key into the ignition. He rubbed his hands together to try and
generate some heat, then put the car in drive.
The ride to McDonald’s was filled with a comfortable
silence (aside from your stomach growling every once and awhile) and the low
rumble of the car. Harry moved his hand from the gear shift to yours and
laced his fingers with your fingers, his thumb rubbing over yours gently. The big M
signifying McDonald’s came into view.
“So, what will it be? Are we gonna go with nuggets or
no?” Harry asked, turning into the drive through.
“I think I’ll go with-,” You started to say.
“I was asking the baby, gorgeous.”
You let out a small sigh, giving Harry an amused look,
“She will have nuggets, Haz.”
“I figured as much.” The drive through was mostly
empty due to how late it was, so Harry quickly made it to the first window.
There was an older lady with short gray hair standing behind the glass. She
pulled the barrier back and asked for Harry’s order, “Um, medium fries and six
nuggets please.” Harry payed for the order, and took the bag that came through
the window in his hands. He thanked the lady and pulled off toward the exit,
handing you the warm bag.
“Oh my goodness, thank
you,” You thankfully told Harry. You opened the bag and plucked out a fry,
popping it into your mouth. A satisfied moan left your lips as you tasted it.
You don’t think you’ve ever enjoyed salt so much in your life.
Harry smiled at your contentment, “Enjoying yourself
“Yes, yes we are.”
“May I have one?” Harry reached his hand towards your
bag, only for you to hastily pull the bag away from him and slap his hand,
“No, Harry, you may not have one! Only people who
appreciate pickles dipped in peanut butter can.” Harry figured there was not
use in arguing with you, he didn’t think you would let up any. On the way home,
Harry enjoyed the sight of your contentment in his peripheral vision, he’s
never seen anyone look at nuggets with so much love before.
You reached home in just a few minutes thankfully,
you wanted to be back in the warmth of your house. You walked back through the
leaves to get to your door, and hung your coat back up onto the rack once you
got inside. Instead of going upstairs to your bedroom, you walked towards the
living room and plopped down onto the couch. You cuddled a pillow close to your
belly and scanned the room for the remote.
“Whatcha doin’, love? Don’t you want to go to bed?”
Harry asked, plopping down on the couch next to you.
“Eventually,” You paused in thought, “But right now I
kinda want some ice cream. The one with the chocolate chips in it…yeah, that
“Of course you do.” Harry kissed you on the cheek,
leaving a feeling of warmth behind. He pushed himself up from the couch and
walked towards the kitchen. His bare feet made faint pitter patter noises
as he walked to the freezer. Scanning its contents with his eyes, he spotted
your ice cream and pulled it from the fridge, “How many scoops?!”
“Two! No wait, three!” You grabbed a blanket from
beside Harry’s spot and draped it over your legs, “Now we just have to find
that dang remote.”
Summary: Grayson Dolan is the college fuck boy of the century, who also happens to be best friends with your brother. Your brother comes back to town, and you’re expecting some nice brother sister bonding before the first football game at your campus. But instead of bonding with your brother, you end up bonding with someone else instead…
Warnings: Mentions of sex.
A/N: Grayson as a college fuck boy is a concept I will never get over! Sorry for being so shitty with uploading lately! But I promise I’m gonna get my shit together, & start updating some more! Love you! <3
It was only the second week of my junior year in college, and I was already hoping for it to be over. I didn’t like any of the professors, and the work load was already ridiculous, and on top of that I was working 2 jobs, to be able to pay rent, and bills. I regret moving out. I mean as much I like my privacy, I do not like paying rent every month.
“Are you still going to the game tonight?” my friend Jenn asked, as we were walking to the parking lot.
It was the first football game of the season, and I was excited to go. I love football, and we had a pretty good team. Probably because the star quarterback, and his not as douchey twin brother makes sure the team never loses.
“Yeah, Mike’s probably going to come with us.” I said, referring to my brother.