╳ Summary: Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”
No missed calls. No missed texts. Nothing.
It’s been 5 days since Jungkook and I’s little fling. Most of my thoughts have been swarming around him. Disgusting, right? How am I supposed to act when I see him next? Am I supposed to act like it didn’t happen? Still treat him like the dick he is? But because I kind of liked it, should I act grateful? Okay, fuck that. The last option was too far. And I absolutely did not like it.
Girl bullies and beats up my sister, I make sure the popular kids hate her next year
Happened a few days ago, still grinning about the look on this girl’s face.
I want to start by saying that my little sister isn’t very popular.
She’s not great at being social, she doesn’t wear popular clothes, she
has blue hair. She’s very anxious around people, but she’s one of the
sweetest girls ever. She’s in eighth grade. Kids are shits, so this
year’s been hard for her.
One girl in particular targeted my sister. This girl had been
spreading rumors about her, and after a while, it started getting around
that she wanted to fight my sister. Being the anxious girl she is, my
sister never told a teacher. (The school is terrible anyways, the
teachers would have never stepped in.) Later that day, this girl attacks
my sister. Everyone crowded around them while she suddenly started
punching and kicking my little sister. One boy stepped in, literally
throwing the other girl off of her. This has had a major effect on my
sister’s mental health. Her grades dropped and she started panicking
before each school day. If I could, I would have done far worse to this
girl. However, my sister begged me not to, saying that she just wanted
it to be left alone.
Fast forward a few weeks later. The eighth graders come to the high
school I go to as some sort of orientation for when they’re freshmen
next year. I was eating lunch with my friends, many of which happen to
be very popular at the school (they’re on the student body, so they’re
also involved in a lot of school decisions.) They’re well known at the
middle school, too. A group of eighth graders come up to our table, and
we’re supposed to help them out with any questions they have. They
noticed that many of the people there were popular, and were trying to
hang out with cool older kids I guess.
I recognize the group instantly as the girl and her friends who
ganged up on my sister. For some reason, she doesn’t recognize me.
They start talking to us, and it’s obvious that they’re trying to
make themselves sound cool. The 'ringleader’ girl asks, “Do any good
fights go down here?”
I stared at her and said, “No, people here have better things to do.
It’s sad when someone attacks another person for attention.”
My friends agreed. “It’s disgusting,” one girl said. “I hate people who
do that. It’s so disgusting.”
I’m still staring at her when I say, “Actually, something like that
happened to my sister down at (middle school). People that do that kind
of thing are just sad. It’s not welcome here.”
That’s when she recognizes me. Her face went tomato red. Her friends chimed in, glancing at her every now and then.
“Yeah, I heard about that, I can’t believe people still do that.”
“I hate people like that!” Another one of the eight graders exclaimed.
The girl mumbled that she had to go to the bathroom and stood up,
obviously waiting for her friends to go. They just kept talking to us,
so she awkwardly walked there alone. After the eighth graders left, I
explained what happened to my friends. Looks like she won’t be getting
along here next year at all.
so um. this is bj’s terrible shirt. like this is the same shirt. this is the same shirt bj wears like five seasons from now (this is 1x24). did they just like…….keep this terrible shirt around? did this shirt belong to someone?
“What the hell?!” Jughead jolted upright from his position on the blow up mattress, dangerously close to the ground. Archie followed quickly, falling out of his bed in a tangle of sheets and limbs.
“It’s my phone! It’s just my phone!” He shouted more to himself than to Jughead, they had both been woken up abruptly by the obnoxious ringtone coming from Archie’s speakers. “We connected my phone to my Bluetooth speakers last night, I must have forgotten to turn it off!”
Jughead put his hands to his ears as Archie fumbled with his phone, he was still half asleep and in his daze he couldn’t figure out how to turn it off.
“It’s just Betty, we were supposed to meet up this morning to pick up Veronica’s birthday present from the jewelers, I totally forgot! Will you turn this damn thing off!” He chucked his phone at Jughead, who caught it with surprising ease.
Rubbing his eyes, Jughead looked down at the phone, instantly stopping dead in his tracks. There on Archie’s iPhone screen was the most beautiful picture of Betty he had ever seen. She was in a simple tank top, her long blonde hair down and straight looking like it was made of pure silk, and the lightest red lipstick, the most amazing thing about the photo was that it seemed to capture her eyes shifting from green to blue, a sign that she was content and relaxed. He couldn’t stop staring.
“Dude what the hell? Is it broken? Why won’t it turn off, just answer it!” Archie moaned, throwing himself back onto his bed and burying his face in his pillow. Jughead cleared his throat as he tore his eyes away from the screen and pressed accept.
“Good morning! Geez, it took you quite some time to answer the phone. Wait? Is this Jughead? I recognize that voice anywhere.” She giggled into the speaker and he instantly felt his shoulders relax and any tension leave his body.
“You caught me, it’s just your friendly homeless teen, Archie said he’ll be there soon, he overslept. After you and Archie finish up, wanna grab a burger with the gang? My treat.” Jughead could practically feel her nodding excitedly , she wrapped up the conversation with a quick
“See you later Juggie.”
Closing the call Jughead stared at the picture Archie had assigned to her contact. He couldn’t get over this picture.
“When did you take this?” He asked the red headed boy.
“What?” Archie asked looking up from his pillow.
“This picture. When did you take this picture of Betty?” Jughead asked handing Archie his phone.
Archie stared at the screen for a second and smiled with a shrug
“I don’t know, last year maybe, I’ve really gotta update it, don’t let Betty know I have that one of her, she’d kill me. You should see the one Veronica has of Betty” Archie whistled lowly “smoking” he grinned at the beanie wearing boy and nudged him, Archie was the only one Jughead had told about his fairly deep crush on the beautiful blonde next door, at first it had been awkward but slowly Archie realized he just wanted his two best friends to be happy.
“Veronica has one too?” Jughead asked incredulously, how did he not know about this?
“Sure thing.” Archie threw on his letterman jacket and waved at Jughead promising to be home for Burgers at Pops. Walking over to the window he looked down and saw Archie running over to Betty and scooping her up in a hug as she shoved him away and flipped her ponytail.
What he’d give to be able to just hug her whenever he felt like it, he wanted to have pictures of her on his phone. He wanted to be the one she called up at eight in the morning. He knew Archie and Betty were just friends, both of them having clarified this to the group multiple times, but it didn’t ease the ache he felt when he saw her name pop up on Archie’s phone. Damnit, now he had no choice but to see Veronica’s picture of Betty .
The day passed slowly as Jughead worked on his novel and raided Fred Andrews snack cabinet, before he knew it Archie was calling for him from down the stairs.
“Come on Bro, burgers await. Betty’s already there with Veronica!”
Jughead nearly tripped down the stairs,
burgers and Betty?
Walking through the clear glass doors of Pops, he instantly spotted the honey blonde ponytail, it was almost like a halo calling him over. He slid into the booth right beside Betty as Archie plopped down beside Veronica.
“Hey.” She smiled softly at Jughead, he smiled back before asking
“Can I borrow your phone?”
Betty seemed taken aback for a minute but quickly recovered with a giggle
“I’m doing great, thanks for asking” she pulled out her phone and placed it in his open palm.
“Thanks” he smiled goofily turning to Veronica.
“Can I borrow your phone?” He asked, the same smile gracing his face
“Hey!” Betty started as Veronica hesitantly handed him her phone
“You are so weird” Veronica rolled her eyes with a smirk.
He quickly used Betty’s phone to dial Veronica, staring at the screen as a glowing image of Betty popped up.
“Oh god, that picture.” He heard her mumble from his right.
The picture was absolute sin, Betty’s tan skin glowing and her blonde hair left loose and wavy.
He had never seen “bed eyes” before but he knew now he would never be able to look into Betty’s bright green ones the same again, they were so sensual and seductive staring into the camera as she pouted, don’t even get him started on that Shirt. He wanted this picture and he wanted it now.
“Veronica took that at a sleepover, I was just being silly. I’ve asked her to change it over and over again.” Betty rolled her eyes, snatching her phone away.
Jughead had to stop himself from physically moaning as the picture disappeared from the screen.
“What’s up with your infatuation with phone pictures?” Betty asked questioningly.
Jughead looked up at her and shrugged
“I don’t have one of you, I’ve never even seen a picture of you, other than your school pictures.”
Betty smiled scrolling through her phone before handing it to him
“That’s you.” She giggled pointing to Jugheads name and the picture beside it. It was one she had taken a few months ago when they went to visit the national history museum, Jughead was beanieless and staring right into the camera, his hair messy and his eyes relaxed, if you looked close enough you could see the hint of a smile popping through
“It’s my favorite picture.” She whispered, close to his ear.
Jughead turned away from the phone and swallowed hard
“I still don’t have one of you.” He mumbled out, reaching to take her hand underneath the table.
Betty smiled softly, her eyes sparkling
“Well that just won’t do.”
And so two weeks later after Jughead had finally gained enough courage to ask the love of his life out on an actual date, Betty’s picture appeared on the screen of his phone on a Saturday morning at 8 o clock. It was a picture of the two of them actually, faces smooshed together in a goofy looking kiss. And when Betty got angry at him for never answering his phone his answer was always the same
…Hello! So, I saw the beautiful fanart of @
bettiquarts, which is amazing and I wish I could link you to it but I dunno how :c I suck, but please check them out, bc she’s amazing????? Again, thank you for letting me write this based on your fanart!!!
Btw, I WAS going to make Lance wake up and be happy but like …..nah. Let’s wreck the whole situation, go big or go home I say.
Disclaimer: Voltron doesnt belong to me, nor the fanart this was based on (:
Lance starts softly, letting out a tired sigh as he rests his forehead against
the glass and suppress a shiver at the coolness it brings to him, “Now that I
think about it, my brother still owes me five bucks.”
snorts at the brunet’s complaint, rolling his eyes when Lance pouts at him,
“Lance, they’re just five bucks.”
the principle, Keith.” Lance replies as he leans away from the glass, away from
the breath taking view of space and its stars that surrounds them and turns to
look at Keith, his heart beating hard against his chest as he sees the bright
smile on his boyfriend’s face.
laughs as he shoves the black haired teen playfully. “Oh, hush, you.”
chuckles under his breath as he quickly catches Lance’s hand and holds it tight
against his own. Taking advantage of the brunet’s surprise, Keith smirks and
pulls at their intertwined hands until the back of Lance’s hand meet his lips
and Keith drops a kiss on it.
almost coo at the awe and dazed expression on Lance’s face at that.
such a sap.” Lance says after a few seconds in silence, shaking his head in
disbelief but smiling big and dopily at his boyfriend.
one who leaves a sappy post-its and an alien flower that resembles a rose once
a week on my bed.” Keith retorts smugly and Lance scoffs.
excuse me, but I’m a hopeless romantic, babe, it’s on my genes.”
“Is it on
your genes to be annoying too?” Keith teases and Lance flicks him on the
Lance murmurs but then smiles as Keith pulls him closer by their intertwined hands,
making him fall on his boyfriend’s chest comfortably. “Oh sure, fix everything
with a cradle, typical.”
secret weapon, babe. You can’t deny it works.” Lance hums, burying his head on
the crook of Keith’s neck as he snuggles closer to him.
Lance sighs, his lips twitching upwards as he turns slowly to meet Keith’s
eyes, his own eyes blinking tiredly, “Now that I think about it, I never said I
frowns when he sees Keith sob at his words and he wishes he could raise his
hand and break the glass that separates them if it means he could wipe Keith’s
okay.” Lance tries to comfort, his left eye that was swollen shot has gone numb
by now and he can’t feel the pain of his dislocated shoulder anymore, which he’s
pretty sure that’s a bad sign, but right now, all that he cares about is Keith.
Summary: after pulling a muscle on a mission, you need to stretch out your leg while working out. But you need help to do so. There’s only one person around to help.
Word Count: 1260
Warnings: none? i don’t even think i cursed!
A/N: you guys are so freaking sweet. I got so many requests for a part 2. All your feedback made me feel fuzzy inside. Tags are so confusing no lie but I do cuz you guys are great :) You’ve asked, and I’ve delivered 💛
I half expected someone to rush in after me the moment I closed my bedroom door. I half expected the boys to apologize immediately and admit they were being assholes. Neither of those things happened, and honestly, I didn’t know how I felt about it. I truly did want to be left alone, but the fact that they didn’t even try put me off.
It’s nearly eleven now, and I’m trying to stay awake by watching Disney movies. My arms are wrapped around my elephant pillow, one of the only things I owned from my childhood. I remember the first time someone saw it. It was Clint. He spotted it while we were packing to go on a government conference in Brazil. I was in the lounge, tucking the pillow into my bag when he plucked it out and examined it with a smile on his face.
A/N: I am SO SORRY that it took me so long to get this out but I’ve been away and I wanted to make this reALLY GOOD to make up for it being so late. (You probably don’t even remember making this request but… I have it on my Tumblr beside me rn on my laptop;)
“The winners of the Florida Annual Mathematics Convention are..”
“The Midtown High Mathletes!”
Applause thundered through the auditorium as MJ stepped up to take the trophy before we all joined her for pictures.
“Kids please listen!” Our teacher rounded us up before continuing.
“We are going to go back to the hotel for the night and in the morning, we are going to spend the whole day at the Disney World Theme Park!”
8:01pm - Tuesday
“Peter? It’s me open the door!”
The door to his room opened and he let me in.
“Hey baby! What are you doing here?” He smiled at me and we went to sit on the bed.
“Michelle went up to the roof to read. I wanted to come see you!” I grinned at my secret boyfriend”
“I love you Y/N,” he smiled.
“You guys are gross.”
We turned around and there stood Ned at the door with three bags of chips and a liter of Pepsi.
“You guys know this is my room too right?” He just shut the door and walked to the other bed.
“Is some of that for us?” Peter asked.
9:34am - Wednesday
“Ok, here are everyone’s passes, we’re going to meet for lunch at 1:30 back here. Make sure that everyone stays in pairs!”
“Hey y/n!” I turn around and see Flash walking towards me.
“Wanna be the other pea in my pod?”
I cringed at his joke before saying, “Actually Flash I was going to-”
“Ok great! Lets go,” He grabbed my arm and pulled me in the direction of the nearest park.
“What do you want to go on first?”
“Um, the Tower of Terror I guess?”
He grinned and pulled me in a different direction.
“As you wish hottie.”
“Don’t call me that,” I narrowed my eyes and ripped my hand from his grip.
“I can walk myself.”
11:53am - Wednesday
“Ned!” I smiled and rushed up to him, where he was standing near the Ferris wheel.
“Where’s Peter?” I asked him quietly before Flash caught up to me.
“He said something about going to the bathroom? I think, yeah.”
I frowned, “Ok,”
“What the hell y/n? Why’d you run away from me?” Flash came up behind us, out of breath.
“Oh sorry I just wanted to say hi to Ned!” I smiled.
He frowned “Ok, well we should go on this!”
I looked up “The Ferris wheel?” I looked at Flash and he nodded. “Ok, I guess. See ya Ned! Tell Pete I say hi!”
“Bye,” He waved and looked back at the ride.
12:20pm - Wednesday
Flash and I had just gotten on the Ferris wheel and were currently heading to the top. We stopped when we got up and I looked down and saw them starting to switch people out. I was looking out at the park admiring the view, when an explosion shook the ground. People started screaming and I felt the entire wheel shift to the side, as the explosion had knocked it’s supports loose. I looked down and saw Ned backing away and looking around, I can only imagine him to be trying to find Peter.
“Oh my god we’re going to die!”
I turned to Flash.
He kept complaining but I just ignored him.
I looked down again and saw that the people on the bottom cars had been evacuated. They were about to move the Ferris Wheel lower to let more people out when another explosion went off shifting it even more.
Then I saw the blue and red vigilante swinging across beams, helping people down.
He got to us after a bit and looked to me.
“Are you ok with waiting miss?” I nodded my head and he took Flash down.
Just as he was about to come up a third explosion came from closer nearby and my cart fell from the ride. I was able to grab onto a bar before I fell, but I could only hold it with one hand.
Spider-Man stares to climb the Wheel, obviously not wanting to risk having his webs dislodge it. He got to above me and grabbed my other hand.
Letting go of the bar I grabbed him and he attached a web to a building nearby and swung us away, right before the wheel fell over.
“Thank you,” I said breathlessly.
“No problem,” he stated as he set me down on the ground.
“Bye!” And he flew away with his webs, as Ned rushed over to me.
“Y/N! Are you ok?” I nodded and hugged him, my hands shaking from the experience.
“Lets head to the meeting spot, maybe everyone will meet there.”
1:07pm - Wednesday
“Well that took long enough to get out,”. I turned to Peter and released another sigh of relief. I kept forgetting that he had found us on our way out and I had immediately ran into his arms, crying about how I was scared.
“Yeah, but that’s what happens when everyone in the park tries to leave through the front gate!” Ned laughed beside us. I smiled and looked forward.
7:55pm - Wednesday
“Ok guys, the park is releasing fireworks in about thirty minutes as an apology. We’re going to leave in 10 minutes and make our way over there to watch.”
Flash raised his hand.
“Why are we going back to where we almost died?” He looked scared.
“Spider-Man caught the people who released the bombs.”
Everyone turned towards Michelle who was at the back of the room.
“Really?” I asked nervously.
“Yes. Now I actually like the fireworks so lets go before we miss it.” She turned and walked out the door leaving the rest of us to follow.
8:37pm - Wednesday
We stood near the castle in the middle of the park waiting for the fireworks to start.
I was standing over to the side where I had a clear view of the sky where the fireworks would go off.
“Hey hot stuff,” I turned to the left and saw Flash standing next to me.
“What do you-”
“You wanna sneak away after this and go somewhere a little quieter so we can have a little fun?” He grinned and put his arm around my waist.
“F-flash I really don’t-”
Suddenly I was pulled away before being spun around. And lips were on mine.
I instantly recognized them as the lips of my secret boyfriend, Peter Parker. I kissed him back before pulling away abruptly and grabbing his forearms.
“W-wait Peter, what-”
“You see this?” He turned to Flash. “This is mine. Stay away from what’s mine Thompson, or you’ll regret it. I don’t like sharing.” He glared at Flash before pulling me away, and over to Ned.
“So I’m yours now?” I grinned at him before he turned to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“You always were mine.” He leaned forwards and put his forehead on mine.
“It’s just that everyone knows now.”
And with that the first firework of the evening shot into the sky.
My boyfriends being a stripper wasn’t the issue that people thought it would be. Hell having two boyfriends wasn’t the issue that people thought it was going to be. I loved watching them dance, with all of the men and women in the audience screaming for them and knowing I was the one who got to take them home. Sebastian and Chris had always been a performers and dancing gave them the stage they craved. That’s why I stood to the side of the long stage at The Spider’s Web, a strip club owned by our friend Scarlett, waiting for the show to start. “Excited to see his new set?” Scarlett asks, pulling up a chair beside me at the table. “God yes. They wouldn’t let me see it until it was done. But judging by the cockiness that Seb had this morning, it’s gonna be hot.” I say, imagining all the things that my boys could have put together to make this set especially hot. Scarlett smiled a knowing smile. She had set the boys and I up originally. I had been doing all of the alcohol ordering for the club when she had offered me a job doing all of the food and liquor management. It had amazing pay and the added bonus of a free membership to the exclusive club. “I saw it at rehearsal. They’re gonna have people fainting. It’s honestly impressive.” Scarlett says, and just then the lights lower a tell tale sign that the show was starting. I knew that their dance would be last, they were the headlining act after all. Music started and one of the other dancers, Paul, comes out in a firefighter outfit. I just smiled as I watched women falling all over themselves and each other to shove bills into his tight red thong. I felt a little awkward watching any of the boys but Sebastian and Chris dance because they were like my brothers. Especially Paul who was one of my closest friends. I sat through 3 more dances, all of them hyping up the crowd more and more, and the liquor helping the process along. The drunker the got, the more they tipped so that meant good things for my boys. That’s when I saw Jacob, the host, roll out a mirror prop with no glass in it. A chair is set on either side of the “mirror”. That’s when I hear the opening chords of the music. That’s when Scarlett stands up and pulls her little skin colored mic closer to her mouth. A single spotlight lands on her and I shrink away, not knowing what she was up to. “Alright, Alright Ladies and Gents. Our next two performers need no introduction, but they do need some help. I have the lovely Miss (Y/N) over here who has volunteered to work with our boys but we need one more volunteer!” She cheers, grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet. I looked around, shock evident on my face. I see Scarlett go I’ve and help another girl to her feet. When she moves I see the face of Elizabeth, the sweet girl who works as a pastry chef in the kitchen and who happened to be my best friend. She was a plant. They made it so that my boys wouldn’t be dancing sexual with anyone who thought it would be okay to touch. I made a mental note to thank Scarlett later. She led us to the chairs and sat each of us in one, facing opposite directions. The beat of a familiar song that had been playing around our apartment recently. “Anywhere” by 112 was playing as I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Two figures danced onto the stage, splitting and one coming to stand in front of me. I instantly recognized Sebs stunning blue eyes, the rest of his face hidden by a bandanna and a backwards hat. He half circled me and then came back to stand in front of me, moving his torso so he’s leaning back and running a hand down his chest, pulling the bandanna down as he goes. I watch his body as he dances, seeing his muscles flex even through the flannel shirt he was wearing. He stepped back and pulled the flannel off, exposing a white tank top and his very toned arms. He slides on his knees and spreads my thighs roughly, moving his face down to my clothes heat, pressing a quick kiss to it, and moving it quickly up my body, his breath hitting my barely covered skin. He steps his foot on one side of the chair, then the other, caressing my hair as he moves to a standing position, putting me face level with his covered cock. I look up to see him high five the beautiful blonde Adonis that is Chris. Chris winks at me as he meets my gaze. Then they both turn and jump off the chair landing lithely on their feet. They both move quickly into a crouching position, tumbling back and landing with their legs around each of our waist, their asses up and their arms bracing to hold up their torsos. Seb begins to roll his hips, somehow managing to grind against my heat and pressing his ass against me too. He quickly gets up, walking away from me and then circling back, coming to straddle my lap, leaning back and lifting up his shirt so I could admire his and as he moved. What he didn’t expect was for me to quickly lean down and pick his abs. The surprise was on his face for a split second before it turned to lust, then to determination. He grabs the chair and lays me so the back is laying on the floor as the lights change to a purple hue and the song morphs into a new song “Fuck You All The Time” by Jeremih. He has one leg on either side of me, walking away from me then turning and sliding onto his knees, coming to be face to face with me, both of us upside down to the other. He then quickly slides back, away from me, and skirts to the side, holding himself up as he rolls his body, and coming to kneel with a leg on either side of my head, his crotch hovering over my face. He looks at Chris and the simultaneously rip their shirts off, throwing the torn cloth to the side. Grabbing the bottom of the chair he thrusts his crotch down, thrusting towards my face. Seb then uses his handhold on the chair to pull himself into a crouching position, grabbing me by my hips and picking me up as he stands, holding me upside down so that we were face level with each other’s crotches. I feel him lean his face into my covered heat and breathe in, taking in the scent of my wetness. He then starts to turn, spinning me in his arms so that I was right side up by the time he had stopped. He sets me on my feet and spins me to face Chris and the other girl. That’s when I feel Sebs hand on my lower back, pressing me to lean over and brace myself on my hands, so that his crotch is pressed against my ass. He thrusts in time with the beat of the song and then I feel him move away, then I feel a different person pressed against my. Chris. He thrusts against me too, different then Sebastian but no less delicious. He thrusts quickly 3 times in succession and then he leaves me walking over to Elizabeth who was fire engine red. I feel Sebs warm hand on my shoulder, signaling me to stand up straight, as I do Seb moves his hand to my throat and his other on my lower back, laying me back down onto the stage. He ran his hand down between my breasts, down my stomach, and lightly rubbing between my thighs, teasing me where I needed him or Chris most. He signals something to me and I nod, understanding. He hops up, walking around the frame to the other side. The lights change to red and the song shifts again, to “Cookie” by R.Kelly. He then slides backwards, crawling over me on all fours until I was face to face with his crotch once again. He then flips me over and around so that he’s on top of me, his hard cock still covered by his pants pressed against my ass. I gasp at the roughness enjoying being pushed around. He braces himself on one hand and the grabs my hair roughly in his other hand, pulling me up so that his lips were close to my ear. “We’re gonna wreck you when we get home princess.” He grows as he thrusts. Goosebumps appear on my skin at his words. He grabs my hip roughly and pulls me so that he’s basically spooning me and thrusting against me. He then moves so that he’s in between my legs, his legs straddling one and the other on his shoulder. He thrusts his hips to the beat of the song. He looks up and Chris and then hops up moving over to grab his hand and lean back as if to say “We’re gonna destroy her later.” And honestly I couldn’t wait. Chris and Seb switch, Chris coming to dance over me, rolling down towards my feet and then dragging my by my legs, then rolling me so that I was sitting reverse cowgirl on his dick. He was equally as hard as Seb and I lived knowing that my boys were getting hard from basically fucking me on stage. He lifted us up on his hands and feet, moving us further away from the mirror frame. He then leaned me forward and grabbed my head between his calves, protecting it as we rolled so that I was under him and he was able to thrusts against my face. He stood up and walked over me, dancing for the crowd and I just laid there, watching his back muscles move and flex and he danced. He and Seb switched again, Seb running to my side of the stage and reverse straddling my waist, using my knees as handholds as he rolled his hips down to mine. They got up and switched again, Chris coming back to me and rolling me over onto my stomach, and then helping me to a kneeling position in front of him and placing my hands on the top of the tear point on his pants. The beat drops and both Lizzie and I tear, leaving Chris and Seb in matching black thongs. The screams we’re deafening as the lights dropped and Christ and Seb helped Lizzie and I backstage. Lizzie runs off to the bathroom, most likely to try to get rid of the redness coloring her face. Seb comes up and whispers “We’re going to go change really fast and then we’re going to take you home and fuck you all night long. Sound good princess?” in my ear. I nod vigorously and Seb and Chris chuckle, lust in both man’s eyes. “We’ll be back soon babydoll.” Chris says as he walks to go change quickly. I knew it was going to be a very, very, VERY long night. And boy was I ready.
posted 21-7-2017 01:34, by Hello_Mr_Hero views: 287,365
I’ll start by saying this post may simply get buried, and if
not, I may be opening myself up to a flood of hatemail for my title alone (a
lot of which will probably come from people who did not even bother reading the
full post). Still, in light of how things have unfolded since Enji Todoroki’s
arrest, this is a story I have to share.
I’ve been an earnest user of HeroForum for the last seven
years, back when the active userbase was small enough to identify every poster
by name. I’ve seen it develop and grow in ways, both good and bad, to become
the cornerstone of hero enthusiast exchange that it is today. In that time, I’ve
gotten comfortable posting in the background, or simply lurking some days, and
so most of you may not know my username. And certainly, none of you know my
real name. But that’s not something I can keep hidden if I want to explain my
story in full. So like heroes do—I’m willing to take a risk and make that
My name is Otsuka Koji. I’m 35 years old, and I live with my
family in the outskirts of Tokyo.
I have one daughter and one son, both sleeping soundly a few
rooms over while I type this by desk light. If it were not for Enji Todoroki,
neither of them would be alive.
For those of you who have followed Endeavor’s heroics
closely, you may already recognize my name. You may already know the incident.
It is not the most glamorous rescue that Endeavor has carried out since no
villains were involved, but it is the one I owe the lives of my family to.
At 9:14 pm, June 7th, 2010, a power surge through
my apartment building caused the electricity to fail. Many of my neighbors’
electronics fried in the surge, and due to frayed insulation of a cable in the
apartment below mine, fire sparked against one of the outlets. It crawled up
the back wall, then spread laterally, and the carpet carried the flame to the
adjacent wall where the front door to this apartment lay. I can still see the
trail of black describing its path when I shut my eyes.
The fire alarm triggered, but in the wake of the power
surge, my children as well as their babysitter for the night assumed it was one
of the many alarms that had been triggered due to the reset of the building’s
power. My son, who was only 2 at the time, was afraid of the loud noise, so our
babysitter focused on comforting him and keeping him calm as she waited for the
alarms to quiet. She, my daughter, and my son remained inside the apartment,
unaware of the blaze spreading one floor below them.
Our babysitter called my wife and I about the power surge,
and we left our dinner early to come home.
I will never forget the sense of dread, catching sight of
emergency lights, and the scream of sirens, growing brighter and louder as my
wife and I neared home. I will never forget the horror of rounding the corner, and seeing it
was my own building in flames. My children were not among the crowd of my neighbors
who had escaped, standing back behind the row of firetrucks which had gathered.
Hoses and water-quirked rescue workers attempted to stifle the fire which, to
my eyes, had hopelessly engulfed everything.
Those next seven and a half minutes were the worst I’ve
experienced in my life. I asked around to every rescuer on site if they had
seen my daughter, my son. I found myself wondering if coffins were sold small
enough for a two year old child, if joint funerals were held for people who had
died together. I couldn’t consider it. I didn’t want to.
I don’t remember fully, but my wife tells me at one point, I
just dropped to my knees, and whispered endlessly under my breath about how it
couldn’t be possible, it just couldn’t be possible.
I must have stayed like that until my wife shook my
shoulder. She was screaming at me to look, pointing and screaming. I was
terrified to know what she spotted. But I turned anyway.
And I saw a man, engulfed in flame, stepping out of the front
door of our apartment building as calmly as a man walking out of a bank. Enji
Todoroki held five people under his arms. I instantly recognized the two small
heads of my children. When he put them down, they could stand under their own
The building burned down that night. My family and I lost
every possession we owned. But no one died in the blaze. My children survived.
My daughter Reiko is 13 now. She adores the color orange
more than anyone I’ve ever met. Her new bedroom is orange top to bottom, and it’s
filled with boyband posters of a group that she and my wife Mio adore. I help
her with her biology homework at night, and just the other day she pulled me
aside after dinner and told me, full of embarrassment, that she’d just got her
very first boyfriend.
Aki is 9. He’s got the brightest smile I’ve seen on a child,
and he wears it effortlessly, all the time. He just took up an interest in
ballet, and my wife and I got him lessons starting this August. He likes to
write stories, both in his head and on paper, and he and Reiko will sit in the
living room together, Aki reading, Reiko listening, cheering, rooting him on.
I’ve seen the reports released to the public about Enji
Todoroki’s arrest. I’ve read through the pieces of Shouto’s training regimen,
everything that the public has seen, and it does sicken me. My heart goes out
to Shouto Todoroki. I wish he’d never experienced these things at the hands of
But I do not think he should have disclosed any of it.
The circumstances aren’t fair for him. I have no doubt the
accusations are genuine. I’m sick to learn that the hero I owe my children’s
lives to, who I’ve followed extensively on the HeroForum for the last seven
years now, is an abusive man.
But Shouto’s disclosure was a selfish act. He should not
have gone to the authorities. He should not have pursued justice like this.
And it has nothing to do with fairness. I base this stance
on the cruel facts of the matter. Because it’s not just my children whose lives
Endeavor has saved. It’s been countless others. My story isn’t unique.
It would have been countless
more that Endeavor saved, if he were not in jail right now.
I fear people may have died already, since Enji Todoroki’s
arrest, who might have been saved if Endeavor were still protecting these
streets. I dread the day I read about another house fire, and look at the death
count, and find myself haunted wondering if that number may have been lower in
a world where Endeavor was still there to save people.
According to the police reports, Enji’s abuse of Shouto
started more than ten years ago. The apartment fire that nearly killed my
children was seven years ago. My fears are not empty fears. The people who will
die are not imaginary. Because if Shouto Todoroki had spoken out against his
father like this 10, or 9, or 8, or 7 years prior,
Then my children would not be alive.
–With full heart-felt honesty, Hello_Mr_Hero, Otsuka Koji
~ SO sorry that it’s been forever since I last updated. So much been going on these past few weeks and this series is coming to an end soon. Hope you enjoy!♡
The days following Jungkook’s and I event on the beach, he messaged and called me excessively. At first, he tried to apologize, then began to dismiss the topic and was only trying to get my attention. I ignored all efforts to communicate and avoided unwanted encounters. After four days of rejection and silence on my side, he stopped trying completely; then by the sixth day, I began to miss him.
I had myself locked inside the house and sometimes only my room. My friends began to worry since I had failed to speak with them at all. I sometimes heard some of the guys over; mostly Jimin, Namjoon, and Hobi but never Jungkook. The days or nights I was cooped up in my room, I found myself peeking out my windows to look into his. My window was unlocked but the blinds were closed and I only ever saw the door to his room. The lights were off most of the time I checked and I wonder if he was in there in the dark like I was.
It was one of those nights I went to bed early, just as the sun was going down, but I really just laid there in bed. I drifted in and out of slumber when I eventually, I woke up to laughing and a cold sweat. My room was dark and the only crack of light came from under my door. Faint talking could be heard from the living room and I recognized Jin’s laugh instantly. I sighed, missing the good times we all spent together but I couldn’t find the courage to make the move to face them. I was too embarrassed with what I have become over the last week; when I normally wouldn’t care.
I decided to go back to sleep, pushing the covers off my sweaty neck down to my waist.
"I don’t know. Jungkook said he would meet us here…“
I almost didn’t hear what Namjoon said. The drowsiness was scared out of my system as my heart stopped for a minute.
"My Kookie has been unrecognizable lately, he’s never home and is out all hours of the night,” Jin said not long after.
"Yeah, same with (Y/n)…I feel like I haven’t seen her in a week, and she hasn’t even left the house.“ The worry in Bitsy voice made me feel guilty.
"Those two really need to talk things out. I wish they weren’t so stubborn.” Jimin said.
Hearing that Jungkook was also acting out fed to my guilt as well. Why was I being such a drama queen? I wasn’t acting like myself. I was never afraid to face a conflict, but things just felt different with Jungkook involved.
I grabbed my phone and looked through the old messages from him. I wanted to text him so he could come over but it’s been so long. What if he stopped texting me because he was over it already? Which would explain the behavior Jin was talking about.
Do you still wanna talk?
My head was beginning to ache with all my conflicting thoughts. Would he even text me back? I pulled my pillow into my chest, holding it tightly, while I closed my eyes. They were still talking but had changed the conversation. The last thing I remembered was staring at my phone screen and before knew it, I was asleep once again.
I woke up to a faint knocking sound, but as I came to my senses it was quite forceful. The room was still dark and it could have been nothing past midnight.
“Go away, Coco…” I mumbled into my pillow.
The knocking continued regardless, not till l allowed the sound to ring in my head, did I realize it wasn’t knocking against wood but against the glass. I pushed the blankets of my legs and went to switch on the lights. Walking over to my window, I lifted up the blinds to find Jungkook standing on the other side of them.
I stood numbly looking at him; his face was different from the last time I had seen him, he looked a bit puffier but his cheeks were blushed. I was afraid to let him in regardless if the window was open. He had no specific expression on his face but it still held a gentle and unsure look. For a moment he looked away from me and back to reach into a book bag, I hadn’t even noticed he had on. My head tilted with my brows scrunched when he pulled out a full bottle of Jack Daniels, holding it up for me as if it was a way in. I bit the inside of me cheek still hesitating to let him in. Jungkook paused for a moment before once more reaching into his bag, this time pulling out a single can of coca cola with a slight shrug of his shoulders.
“It’s open.” I turned away from him, walking to bed, and hearing the window open as I sat at the edge.
I rested my back against the headboard while I drank down all the water I had on my nightstand. Tapping my fingers against the now empty glass while Jungkook opens up the bottle of Jack. He scooted closer to me offering to pour me some and I stopped him halfway up the glass. I reached in his bag that was sitting between us for the can of coke and filling up the rest of my cup. I watch Jungkook take a swing straight from the bottle resetting it at the opposite side of the bed. I took a drink from my cup as well, the over sweet cola making the harsh whiskey more bearable.
“(Y/n)…” My eyes shifted towards him. Jungkook was sitting with his knees spread and the bottle held between both hands. He was staring at the brown liquor sway in its glass prison. “I don’t know…what you think that was on the beach but-”
Jungkook stopped speaking for a moment, unsure of himself and what he wanted to say. I took another sip from my cup to find the strength to go through the conversation. “I just hate this wall you put between us before anything could even happen.”
His eyebrows were knitted, he was frustrated with the situation at hand. I didn’t know how to explain to him that it wasn’t anything personal, at least not at first. I couldn’t deny that my distance from him had grown from what I first intended it to be. I knew what he was feeling- how he was feeling.
“You’re right.” I took a gulp of my drink allowing it to burn in my throat. “What I’m doing isn’t fair, and the last thing I wanted was for it to bother you so much.”
I could see that it was hard for Jungkook to be so honest about how he felt. I could see the hurt in his eye whether he tried to hide it.
“I like you.”
I gulped at his sudden words, looking away from him at all costs. “Jungkook-”
“And the only reason I would ever have the balls to admit that; besides the fact I’m a little drunk, is because I think…you might like me too.”
I ran my hand over my forehead and temples. It was obvious he had been drinking before coming here, so that was giving him an unclear mind. If he was speaking the truth, that meant things would have to end.
“Why are you trying to create something between us? This wasn’t my intention- there’s nothing between us.” I drank down what was left in my cup, trying to release some of the frustration.
“I’m not saying that,” Jungkook mumbled faintly. He leaned over to pass me the bottle so I could refill my glass. “I know what this is.”
“Jungkook, please.” I wanted to mask his words with the liquor in my cup. “All I know is there’s been a stigma around me. I have my reasons to keep my distance…”
He watches me drink straight from the bottle, where his lips had been just seconds before. “I don’t know what your reasons are but they can’t be that complicated.”
“So what if they aren’t? You think you can fix them?”
“Baby, if you’d let me, I wouldn’t hesitate.” He yanked the bottle from my hands just as I was about to go in for another gulp. “I could tell why you would doubt me.”
“Enlighten me then.” I put my cup down on the nightstand and leaned on the headboard.
“Well you aren’t the ‘single’ type,” Jungkook’s confidence was beginning to show. “The fact that you are trying so desperately to stay that way probably stems from a bad relationship.”
Normally, I would take offense for his first comment but the alcohol was buzzing my head. He was right regardless of what I thought.
“How observant of you,” I said sarcastically. He shrugged and smirked my way. “I’m afraid it’s a little more complex than that, though.”
“Why don’t you tell me about it then?” I laughed aloud intentionally. Jungkook was not easily offended to my luck. “Or should I keep guessing till I get it right?”
I was very aware that Jungkook would be up for the challenge but I couldn’t stop to see the wrong in this. My alcohol tolerance wasn’t strong and yet, I wasn’t as paranoid or dramatic. But I would surely do something I would regret in the morning.
“You said you’ve only slept with two other people- I don’t necessarily believe that, though. I think you have actually only dated two people.” He was completely wrong but I was interested to know what he thought. “My guess is that you dated some asshole, who only slept with you for a couple months before he left. Then the second guy you liked after but he wasn’t interested in a serious relationship, which he probably never admitted, still, you devoted your time to him.”
Though he was wrong, Jungkook words brought back unwanted memories. Ones that flared anger in my heart and only feed my paranoia. I grabbed my drink and only wanted to bury myself in its poison. Jungkook spoke with confidence but when I failed to respond, he noticed the change on my face.
“Do you think I’m that stupid?” I said with spite. I was that stupid but it angered me that he could see it. He saw the tears build in my eyes before I looked away from him.
“No.” He said noticing his mistake. He placed the now half empty bottle to the floor, moving up the bed a bit more. “I think you’re strong.” I was keeping the tears on the brim of my eyes. “But you’re scared of your feelings cause of what he did to you.”
He sat on his knees beside me, hesitating to go any further. Jungkook was growing closer, wanting to comfort me but I rejected his affection in embarrassment. I was stubbornly full of pride; I hated others pity and sympathy for my stupid choices. My head was beginning to flutter with all different emotions. I was no longer crying about my ex but about everything else. How things with Jungkook would never work out; not a relationship, not even a friendship. I hated the fact that he wanted me in a different way than I was using him. But he was the reason I was thinking that I didn’t want to be so empty and hollow anymore.
“Jungkook, please…stop.” My voice cracked slightly under my hushed words. He tried to touch the hand on my lap but I moved it away to push some of my loose hairs back and regain my composer.
“You don’t have to hide, I won’t do anything you don’t tell me too.” I sucked in a shaky breath, turning my head to face him and met him only inches away from me. His dark chocolate eyes were scanning my face for any signs of objection as he leaned in. My lashes were wet, sticking to each other as I looked up at him and watched his eyes shut softly. I allowed his wet lips to timidly graze mine and my mouth responding erotically by nature. But the kiss wasn’t hot, it was warm and comforting; it was loving in its most innocent form. He cupped my face as a way to relax and ease my immodest behavior. I melted into his touch feeling tense and unsure of what I was getting myself into. It was just like on the beach; Jungkook wasn’t trying to establish any dominance between us, it was simply adoration. “Tell me what to do…”
Jungkook tried to pull away to speak but I kept him close because his affection was stimulating. I grabbed the back of his neck, feeling his skin shiver under my hand. My tongue playfully brushed against his, bringing him to hover over me and continue what we had in mind. I pulled on the collar of his shirt, moving my exposed legs to rubbed against his, easing him on top of me. He pulled away once I struggled to breathe, our hot breaths hitting our lips with the smell of whiskey.
“I don’t wanna be lonely anymore,” I whispered. Nudging my nose against his, I shut my eyes in hope that he would fulfill the aspiration I longed for. “I’m yours.”
There was so much more to say but nothing left to do. I gave myself over to him without a second thought. I wanted what he could give me; comfort, affection, and bliss. Despite what my emotions would be in the morning, this is what I need at the moment. A simple touch from him was enough to set me free.
Jungkook took his time savoring my lips, loving the taste of liquor and me in his mouth. His lips were so soft and just the right amount of moisture to let his tongue slip in. Jungkook leaned me down with my back against the bed. He hummed against my mouth as my hands slipped down his neck and chest. My hand rubbed under the material of his shirt, where his toned chest hid. Jungkook pulled on my waist arching my back off the mattress. His other hand ran up my leg and caressed the flesh of my thigh. He didn’t seem to mind the bit of stubble while he moved under my cotton shorts, feeling the warmth of my inner thigh. Goosebumps shivered down my spine and on my legs. Jungkook’s lips were traveling down my chin with softly pressed kisses. My hand followed the landscape that was his arms while he sucked lightly on my neck.
He paused for a moment to remove his shirt as he started to grow hot. I leaned up to attach my lips on his defined collar bones before he had even thrown the shirt behind him. Jungkook chuckled with a slight groan as his hands grabbed my waist and pushed up my thin shirt up to feel more of me. I followed in his action and removed my top. Jungkook was quick to attack my neck and chest, pushing me gently back onto the bed. His hands cupped and caressed my figure as he left a trail of kisses between the valley of my breasts.
His name left my mouth softly, he was the only thing playing in my mind. My legs tingled with the feathered kisses he left down my abdomen. He kept his eyes open the entire time, admiring my body on his way down to my navel. He stripped my of my shorts but left my damp panties on, kissing and teasing me through the fabric. I squirmed on the bed as his hot breath tickled over my clothed mound. Jungkook took his time running his hands over my thighs and hips.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, (Y/n).” He whispered, barely enough for me to hear him. “But I want you,” Jungkook leaned in to kiss over the wet spot on my underwear. “all the goddamn time.”
His words like honey made me whimper and move my knee up, to allow him more area between my legs. I wanted him too. Way more than I was willing to admit to him and even myself. I picked myself up to get a better look at him before he started. His gorgeous face between my thighs was a sight that would be burned into my mind forever. Jungkook smiled up at me, hooking his hand around my leg and kiss the warmest part of my thigh, still, maintaining eye contact. I moved my hand over to him, pushing his dark hair out of his eyes.
I leaned back and watched him hook his fingers around the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my knees and off my feet. He could not keep his eyes off my core, he looked at me with such lust and hunger. I could feel my face and chest grew heated with a breath caught in my mouth, trapped under my bitten lip. His hot soft mouth kissed my lips, running his tongue over the soft flesh. Jungkook’s teasing lips curled into a smile as he peered a look my way. I moaned silently in my mouth while my legs tensed and threshed beside him. He brought out his tongue to brush pass the small bud sticking out from my soaked folds. My hips jerked as he flicked his tongue against my clit, using the wet muscle to stroke against the bundle of nerves that caused me so much pleasure. His mouth worked wonders against me, wanting to make my eyes shut and cry out. The satisfaction shivered and shook throughout my body, made my core rock in flames.
“Mmm.” His lips hummed against my core as he found my wetness lower at my entrance. He tongued over my entrance while his hand spread my folds gently. The lewdest sounds were coming from his mouth as he sucked at the arousal dripping over my skin. My cheeks heated and the rest of my body screamed for more and all of him. Whines left my lips each time he opened his mouth for anything. His free hand was rubbing on my thigh to keep my legs from closing around him. My own hands were grabbing on the sheets, not knowing what else to do with them and keep them from pulling his head any closer to me. He must have had a similar feeling because his hand left my thigh and grabbed a hold of mine; he locked his fingers with mine and allowed me to squeeze as hard as I wanted. His hold was welcoming and eased me into his mouth with enjoyment instead of storming through it.
“Oh! My God…” I hissed as he licked back up my heat to wrapped his sweet lips over my clit. He groaned against my heat as he felt my hips press against him and move against his mouth. Jungkook kept his tongue out and mouth still to let me rock against his face; my abdomen tensed on and off as I tried to keep the beautiful rhythm up myself. His eyes watched me intently as I gasped for air and struggled to please myself.
I could see my wetness glisten over his lips and watched how he enjoyed licking them clean. He let go of my hand to take a hold on both of my thighs, letting my legs rest of his shoulders and beside his head. His face disappeared in between my thighs and a long moan fell past my lips. Jungkook added pressure to my heat and he lapped his mouth over it. My walls began to clench at the pleasure building over my core hoping to find my release soon. Jungkook was working just to that goal in mind when he began to quicken the motions of his tongue.
“Jungkook! Yes, yes please.” I was losing my voice as it began to fade into no words but merely sounds of ecstasy. My stomach was tightening from the violently heavy pleasure, threatening to drown my body to its numbing point. My legs started to shake around Jungkook’s head and his hands tighten around my thighs, holding me close to his mouth. He brought his hand around to my clit, using the pads of his fingers to pressed shapes into it while his mouth slipped along the rest of my skin. My heels dug into his back as my voice grew louder and everything in my head was wiped clean; except the feeling of complete and utter bliss.
“I want to wake up by your side.” Jungkook’s mumbled as he kissed up my stomach and rubbed my legs from the aftershocks of my orgasm. The pool of my heated blood was still running through my body as he came back up. I only got a quick glance of his dusky eyes before his head disappeared into the crook of my neck, kissing my clammy skin and taking my hands in his.
“Kiss me, Jungkook.” I whined softly. I found his lips with my own, cupping his strong jaw while he brushed his tongue past my lips. I could taste myself on his tongue and it only caused me to become further aroused. His denim covered hips pressed into the bare skin of my core, taking my breath away with each roll of his hips. He kissed my cheek after pulling away, watching how my eyes hazed in lust at our explicit contact. His neck veins showed through his skin when he tried to keep his groans in. He looked gorgeous with sweat forming on his face, giving him a soft glow in the light above us.
“I’m going to make you mine, (Y/n).” While he continued to kiss me cheek, his hand was working on the buttons on his pants. My hips were bucking and squirming under him and he pushed the fabric down his legs. His length was already between my folds, lubricating himself with the juices he had caused. “Can I?”
I nodded frantically, pecking his sweet lips once more before locking eyes with him. “Yes.”
He pushed his head through my entrance, my tight walls wrapped around him and throbbed. Jungkook pressed his lips against mine breathing heavily as he pushed himself the rest of the way. I gasped into the kiss, my eyes shutting at the sensation of his length filling me. I still managed to keep our lips moving through the mild thrusts, there was a lot of tongue but it didn’t feel overwhelming. Our lips pressed passionately slow, the hunger of intimacy and endearment was something I had not yet experienced with any man.
My hips pushed into the mattress each time he pushed in, only to pull out and keep the sequence going. I felt the pleasure intense when he hit the deepest parts of me, causing strange noises to erupt from my throat. I felt as if there was a cloud of misty surrounding us, in which we could only feel each other and our connecting bodies. It was a pleasure that builds like no other, it took longer but more care when in it, making it more authentic.
“I think you’re gorgeous.” Jungkook said faintly, causing my eyes to open slowly. His lids were half closed, trying to keep his eyes on me the entire way through. His bottom lip flushed red from his teeth biting into the soft flesh.
I wanted to keep kissing him but the moans leaving my mouth prohibited it. My legs caressed his while his hips pushed between my thighs. His thick brows and damped hair framed his lightly tanned skin. Jungkook’s gripped my hand at the same time he began to push into me harder. The sound of his skin hitting against mine joined the heavy breathing and moans in the room. With a single arm, he tugged at my lower back and brought my hips up to meet his. Our locked hands were resting pinned beside my head. I rocked my body against him the way he liked. My heat was becoming sore and raw from the friction between us but it only added to the pleasure. I could feel myself begin to sink into him emotionally, normally scared to, but now I only wanted to fall in deep.
Jungkook kissed along my jaw, lips pressing soft wet kisses as far as he could reach. My free hand was wrapped around his broad shoulders; only wanting to keep him and never let this end. Short on breath, he still managed to whisper sweet praises in my ear. Making me feel like I was the only women in the world for him. My legs shook on and my only response was to wrap them around his hips.
“Fuck! Baby…” Jungkook groaned, shutting his eye for the first time. He took in a sharp breath between thrusts and swallowed hard. “You’re going to make me come.”
He pressed his entire body against me, hips to hips and chest to chest. His pelvis was grinding hard into my most sensitive skin and my breasts only moved along with his body each time.
“Don’t stop…Jungkook, please.” My orgasm was approaching slowly but strongly. I couldn’t make words in my head much less speak them. My voice had turned into a symphony of crying pleasure as it snuck up my body. Soon I was moaning with every thrust and every second my body was at its highest point of stimulation and sensitivity. I held him close as I was coming to my end, as was he. My ankles locked around him and I kept him still in me with only minimal movement. Our cores connected and throbbed together was enough to lose ourselves in each other.
My mind was wiped clean and my body gave in to him, convulsing with bliss and delight. I could feel Jungkook spill his warm seed in me, a sensation I was not familiar with but enjoyed to its fullest.
My heart was beating fast against his chest, where he was surely doing the same. Our hands were still locked but the grip was loose as our bodies became numb. Jungkook’s face was hidden in the crook of my neck with almost his full weight on top of me. My body was burning up but I didn’t want him to move; he did, however, pull himself out of me, leaving only an empty feeling behind. I removed my hand from his and wrapped it over the other one.
“Don’t leave me.” Tears were welling in my eyes as he lifted his face for me to see. I pushed his hair aside and caressed his delicate features.
“You want me to stay?” Jungkook asked hoping he heard correctly. His eyes were tired but full of joy when I nodded my head. He kissed my lips, wrapping his arms around my body and pulled me on top of him as he rolled onto his back. I looked down at him with an embarrassing big smile on my face. Jungkook’s eyes creased at the corners, showing off his adorable bunny smile. I made myself comfortable in his arms and beside him as he pulled the sheets over us.
The last thing I remembered was that kiss before we said goodnight. The warmth and dampness of Jungkook’s naked skin against my own. I remember looking forward to waking up with him still asleep and his arms still holding me.
But when I did wake up and found him sleeping in my bed; the only feeling I was met with was remorse.
When I first started playing MM I instantly recognized that Jumin Han was exactly like my sister when it comes to cats. She has been this way since she was a child. It would take me forever to explain how extra she is about her cats…
Well, she just bought wine for her cats……….W I N E
her: I ordered red and white both…because what if Agent likes white more? I need both kinds.
My girlfriend first came to me showing me that someone has traced their bluepulse art and changed it to firebeetle. I can no longer say nothing about this considering thenuclearkid currently jasonbloode, is straight up tracing and flipping Maridoodles art. I have gone to them and politely asked that they take their stolen art down but I have been ignored. I don’t know if there’s been more but I instantly recognized the other three. Clearly the linework and pose is identical. If anyone can spread this I’d greatly appreciate this and I’m sure my gf would too. Thank you for your time. Please reblog and spread the word.
“Naruto only said that Sasuke only traveled for a while. ” ✘
“He’s been traveling FOREVER.” ✔
“She doesn’t remember him because she was too young.” ✘
“I’ve never seen him even once.
Cause I don’t remember.” ✔
“He didn’t tried to kill her, he recognize her instantly. ” ✘
“Are you one of that creeps friend?
The meeting has becoming a nightmare” ✔
“Sakura and Sasuke traveled together. She was with his husbando” ✘
“Sakura CHASED after Sasuke. (while pregnant) Sarada just happened to be born at my hideout.” ✔
“She HAD A MEMORY.” ✘
“Sasuke with two arms, a memory?
Naruto stating that he was never there
Mama, where’s daddy?” ✔
“Welcome home Sasuke-kun.
I’m home Sakura.
She was the only one who wasn’t. She even THOUGHT it was maybe time for it to be soon.
When Sasuke came home, she WANTED (…) , she wanted to talked about so many other things too. ” ✔
Bonus: “It’s HIS hopeful heart what ties me to Konoha.” ✔