Drabble Game Prompt 96. “Here, let me.” with badboy/jock!jeongguk
→ badboy football jk (warning: overstimulation, cumplay, fluff, and fuckingjeonjungkook) → 1.4k words prequel part 01 | 02
A/N: i have no idea where this came from, my hand sort of slipped, jfc what have i done
UPDATE: added the highly-requested prequel as a thank you for 1k+ notes :) make sure to check out Give and Take! It’s a similar AU to this one!
“There you go, yes, you can do it babe,” Jeongguk encourages, as you bite down on your lip.
He grins up at you as you move your hips slowly against his, finding the way you squeeze your eyes shut tightly the cutest thing ever.
“J-jeongguk I-I can’t–” you stutter, arms clutching at his bare shoulders as your movements stutter and begin to slow down. But you whimper instead at the loss of friction between your legs and begin to cry tears of frustration as you don’t know whether to continue grinding against him and chase after another orgasm or to stop completely.
He just laughs huskily from beneath you, and wipes a tear from your cheek and presses a quick peck to your chin as you make up your mind and your movements continue. His head dips down to press open-mouthed kisses against your collarbone, painting the skin there in blossoms of red and pink. “Shh,” he grates against your neck, a gentle hand coming up to stroke down your spine and settling on the curve of your hip to firmly help guide you up and down his cock. “you got this.”
He’s in awe as he watches you desperately move against him, your soft breasts and nipples brushing up against his hard chest and melting him on the spot. It’s been years since he’s met you and only a few months since the both of you finally started having sex, but he’s secretly delighted at how sensitive you are and how desperate you are to pleasure the both of you. He wants to spread you out and fuck you with his fingers and tongue and make you cum over and over until you’re screaming hoarsely or tie you down onto the bed and tease you for hours until you’re begging for him, but he smiles as he relishes in actually convincing you to top him for once.
Cause this time he’s being a little selfish and pushing the boundaries on how far he can take you because he’s currently coaxing your through your third orgasm and is harder than he’s ever been in his life as he watches you in tears because you’re desperate to reach the peak once again.
You muffle your cries in in his neck and thread your fingers in his hair as you feel the wave approaching again. “Jeongguk, ‘m gonna come,” you murmur breathlessly, making his dick clench at how fucking submissive you sound to him right now. He whispers sooth encouragements into your ear and moves his hips up to meet yours just right and grazes the spot inside of you that has you cringing and sighing into his neck as he grunts when you clamp down on him and bite gently into his shoulder to muffle your cries.
The orgasm is stronger than the last two he brought you to with his fingers and his mouth, respectively, as the feeling of his skin beneath your fingertips and the sheer rawness of his length brushing your walls makes you clamp down on his girth harder than you’ve ever come before. You cry out and clench your teeth and you’re going through your third intense wave of your orgasm when suddenly he flips the both of you over and pins your hips to his bed and begins to pound into you desperately.
His voice is strained and his hairline slick with sweat as he props himself up above you and glares determinedly into your face thats scrunched up in pleasure, moving his hips against you until he reaches his own peak. You feel his dick twitch once before he’s letting out a loud groan and a strangled cry of your name before his chest pulses for a moment and then he slumps down onto you.
The both of you are spent and you’re still crying from the overwhelming feeling of being coaxed through three orgasms, with the third being the most intense you’ve ever felt in your life, and your chest heaves from the effort it took. Jeongguk is no better, as he pulls out of you with a groan and kneels between your legs.
Taking advantage of your slumped and exhausted state, he pushes up a thigh and leans down a bit to see how his cum leaks out of your slit and grasps his cock that hasn’t softened yet with a groan. He gently holds the base of his sensitive member and collects the cum that’s already oozed out onto your thigh with his tip before pushing it back into you.
You let out a strangled cry, a hand coming up to your mouth so you can muffle your cries, and another desperately clutching onto the wrist holding onto your thigh. He pauses, glancing up at your expression and waiting for you to push him away, but a slight movement of your wrist draws your thigh higher up and his hips a bit closer to you. Grinning, he grasps his softening cock once again and drags his tip from your upper thigh back into your slit, massaging his own cum into your center.
When he’s completely limp and cringing himself from the overstimulation of pushing himself back into your pussy, he drops your thigh and climbs back up, whispering sweet things into your ear.
“Baby, you were so good,” he coos, smoothing back your hair and wiping leftover tears. “You deserved that, you were so hot. Here, let me,” he gets a warm towel from the restroom and wipes down your thighs and core before dressing you in his t-shirt (a sight which he’ll never admit he absolutely loves) and pulling on a pair of boxers before climbing into bed with you and pulling you into his chest.
“I loved it.”
You hiccup, breath short from the sensitivity but also from your tears. “You did?”
And he thinks its the damned cutest thing ever, how even if you were an innocent girl he’d never thought he’d date, you suddenly turned into a sex starved shyer version of yourself because of him, and then returned back to the sweet blushing one he’d fallen in love with even after hours of rough sex and the dirtiest things. It absolutely fucking thrills him and makes his dick so hard whenever he brings you to too many orgasms, when you reach the point where you dont know whether to stop or continue, or to cry or kiss him. He’s had his fair share of flings and sexcapades, but he knows that the only girl who’s ever made him so whipped, the only girl who’s gotten Jeon Jeongguk wrapped around her tiny little finger, is you.
You who he began to tease and flirt with as a joke, but ended up falling so damn hard for you after just a partner project where you ended up sympathizing with him and treating him like a real fucking human being, and not the football athlete that everyone worshipped and expected so much out of. You who always looked at him, past his body and face and extracurriculars, and into his soul and really truly understood who he was at the core. You who drunkenly kissed him one night underneath the stars and you who’s cheeks went furiously red when he kissed you again in front of the entire school. You who weren’t afraid of telling him when he was being too cocky or just a dick, and made sure to keep him in check, to the point that his teammates were commenting on what a kind softie he was becoming.
And finally, you who he found himself hopelessly irrevocably in love with.
And he looks down at you, with your bare face that’s not really anything special. Eyes, nose, and lips that are average, hair that’s common, and a body that others will say they’ve seen better. But its the way you look at him with your eyes that makes him love you. The way you press your nose against his neck when you cuddle with him and the way you shyly move your soft lips against him when you kiss him goodbye. It’s the way your hair feels like absolute silk underneath his fingers when he runs his hands through them when you’re asleep, and the way your entire body literally lights up and bends at his will and his only.
Those are the things, amongst many, that made the high and mighty bad boy Jeon Jeongguk fall in love with you.
So he cups your face and smiles as he pecks against your lips, peppering your face with them until you giggle and shriek against his attack. Laughing, he draws you close.
trying to figure out the exact shape of Cumberbatch’s face, cause even if you’ve kinda figured it out in still images, movement is a WHOLE DIFFERENT STORY xD (animation 101) I think I’ve got a better understanding of how the eyes work now (this is prep for an animation that I wanna do, but shh don’t tell anyone xD)
“So how long are you
going to be acting like a complete brat?” He dictated, his body now pushing
away from the fence and now standing in front of you. His body leaning into
yours that pushes against the fence even more than before.
“Until you decide to
leave me alone,” You state, head falling to the side as you do your best to
look unfazed by how close he is, and how his cologne just makes you want to
wrap your arms around him and push his body against yours so you can press your
lips against his.
“Well that’s going to
be shit luck for you because I’m never going to be leaving you alone.” He
answers, lips tugging into a smirk as you feel yourself just completely cave
in. The new found information that Luke won’t give up his tantalizing ways just
to get you, has your mind in the gutter and the butterflies in your stomach
just to buzz around more intensely then before.
A/N: inspired by the scene with kevin and the southside serpent, joaquin, from Riverdale
The sound of laughter
and energetic conversations rattled off of your beige locker and flutters in your
ears, along with the sound of sneakers smacking against the dirty hallway
floors and the shutting of the exit doors being heard from where you are
standing packing school work in your bag.
It was finally Friday
and you’re buzzing with joy, you had nothing to do today but just to lay in bed
and sleep. Not every day did you get a chance to take a nap after school, you
always had something to do; go to your volleyball practices or go to your after
school clubs and sometimes help tutor some of the kids on your street. You’re
always busy and today you get the chance to finally rest.
So when you finally
dropped your purple binder into your backpack and zipped it up a pleased sigh
slipped out of your nose and into the energetic atmosphere, you let your hands
tug away from your sliver zipper and close your locker before letting your body
rest against it, the cool material causing your heated up body to chill for a
“What are you doing?”
You hear a voice ask, that causes your eyes to turn away from the white tiles
and turn towards the voice. Samantha’s copper hair trailed down her shoulder
and rested by her rip cage, her hazel eyes looking at you with question as one
of her makeup filled eyebrows rose up on her forehead as her lips covered in a
deep red colour was set in a straight line as she looked at you with
“It’s finally Friday!” You
sing, eyes closing for a moment as you let your head tilt against the locker and
letting a smug smile tug on your lips. You watch as Samantha rolls her eyes before
she leans against the locker next to yours, lips tugging into a smug smile a
like yourself as her eyes glaze over with humor.
“So what?” She says, her
cranberry lips moving as her words trail out of her mouth and smacks you in
your face as you let your jaw drop and look at her with complete shock.
“So what! So what! Sam!
I literally don’t have anything to do today. I don’t have volleyball, I don’t
have any clubs to go to and I don’t have to tutor the kids on my street.” You say
with excitement as a smug smile escapes your lips and a happy smile sets in
“God the kids on your
streets are such brats.” Samantha grunts while rolling her eyes before shaking
her head at you. “Anyways that’s not even the point, did you hear about what’s
happening to The Twilight Drive-In?”
She asks, both of her eyebrows rising up on her forehead as she stares at you
“No?” You state while
shrugging your shoulders, head titling off of the locker and body turning to
face Samantha as she rolls her eyes once again at your answer.
“How do you not know?”
She questions, voice filled with aggravation as a laugh trails out of your
“You know if you
continue to roll your eyes like that, they’re gonna get stuck.” You inquire,
only making her roll her eyes again before taking her hand off of her blue
denim jeans and rising it up to your cheek, her thumb running against your skin
and caressing it.
“Please don’t be a
smart ass.” She says, a fake smile on her deep lips as you watch her gold
earrings dance around with her shaking head.
“Fine, then all be a
dumbass.” You scoff, your body leaning off of your locker as you let your arms
interlock with each other and rest along your chest.
Samantha pulled her hand
away from your cheek and let her eyes flicker shut, her breath coming out heavy
as you watched her lips silently count to ten before her eyes re-opened and
look at you like she wanted to snap.
“Did your therapist
tell you to do that whenever you’re annoyed?” You question, your right foot
shifting away from your left foot which causes your hip to pop out as you look
at Sam with amusement.
“Yes she actually did,
now when you are done with your… irritating responses I would like to finish
what I was about to say.” She says, her lips tugging into a smile as she lets
her high heeled boots smack against the tile floor to an unknown beat.
You say while tearing one of your hands away from your chest and flicking at
“As I was going to say,
The Twilight Drive-In is shutting
down so tonight is the last night to see a movie there and also make out with a
hot guy in the backseat of his car like in Grease.”
She beams, her pearly white teeth showing as her eyes glow with happiness and
excitement which only causes you to groan and smack your head against your locker.
“Sam… I don’t wanna
go!” You cry, a painful expression washing over your facial features as you
look at her like you’re going to die.
“Why not?” She asked,
voice annoyed as she looked at you like she wanted to kill you on the spot.
“Because it’s Friday!
My only free day in this whole entire month! And also, you are most definitely
going to find some guy to make out with and just neglect me.” You rush, eyes
rolling as you look at her with bewilderment.
“That’s so false and
you know that!” Samantha exaggerates while her jaw drops and her hands tug away
from her sides to slide onto her hips.
You just let your eyes
roll as you stare at her and shake your head, Samantha knows for a fact that
she would do something like this so you decide not to even encourage the
conversation even more, instead you let your head turn away from her gaze and look
down the hallway where people continue to flutter out of to leave school.
It was blond hair and
piercing blue eyes that had your heart hammering against your chest and eyes
looking all over the place, your hands grew sweat between the cracks of your knuckles
as you felt your whole entire face heat up just at the sight of him.
Request from anon for a Happy x Reader using the following prompt:
#7 - “Tampons? You want me to buy tampons?”
You groan as you lay curled up on your side, the first day of your period always being the worst. The random TV show that you’ve put on to distract yourself fades out into the background, the amusing characters not helping at all.
Your phone rings, a huff leaving you as you reach for it, not in the mood to talk right now. “Hello?”
“Someone’s grumpy.” Happy jests, and you can tell he’s smiling to himself. You feel yourself perk up slightly, the sound of your boyfriends voice having that effect on you.
“Sorry, babe. You coming round soon?” You look at the clock as it shows six pm, Happy promising you that he would be home earlier today, and you really hope he remembers.
“That’s why I called, I’ve just stopped at the store. You want anything?” he asks, your heart melting at his simple yet thoughtful gestures. “I’ve already grabbed your favourite ice cream.”
“If only SAMCRO knew how whipped you are.” you tease, pulling yourself to sit up as you smile down the phone. “Could you grab me some tampons, please?”
You laugh as Happy coughs down the phone, your request catching him off guard. You’d never asked him to get them for you before, but you’d been together for eight months now. It’s not like you decided to almost run out of your favourite kind.
“Tampons? You want me to buy tampons?” he questions once he’s recovered from his coughing fit. God, for someone with a name like Killer he really was a baby.
“Did I stutter?” you sass, enjoying your boyfriends squirming. You hear him move around the store, his boots moving around loudly. “The blue ones will do.”
“Blue ones? There’s about fifty different blue ones.” His tone is stiff and full of embarrassment, a smirk slipping onto your lips. You’d had to buy condoms in the past, and damn if you weren’t embarrassed. Now it was his turn.
“Yes, the blue ones. They’re the bigger ones, suitable for heavy flow.” You have to restrain yourself from laughing as you Happy curses lowly down the phone, a sound of accomplishment leaving his lips once he finds the right ones.
“You owe me for this, baby girl.” he warns, though you know he’s only joking. He’d do anything you asked him to, you having him wrapped around your finger, even if you didn’t know it.
“Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll put my mouth to good use.” you flirt, your tone teasing and seductive. You receive a growl in return, a snicker emerging from you.
“Behave, (Y/N). I’ll be there in ten.” You hum in response, pulling yourself up from the sofa.
“Drive careful, I love you.” The words never lose their touch, a giddy feeling rushing through you everytime you say it, just knowing that Happy is yours and only yours.
“I love you, Princess.” he responds, your cheeks flushing even though he can’t see you, a dorky smile on your face.
A/N - Thought I’d do a Happy request for a change since I’ve been doing a lot of Jax lately, not that I’m complaining ;) hope you enjoyed❤
Lately, you were starting to like Taehyung’s company. He was more chill around you, and not as annoying as he used to be. But also his annoying and childish side was adorable to watch. You couldn’t believe it yourself. Not too long ago, you despised this boy for being able to breathe. Now the two of you were becoming somewhat, friends?
So, my new Xbox One Elite controller came in today (hooray for Amazon Prime!) and I will say I’m actually quite pleased with it - the buttons are new (yay no more mushy A and B buttons, lol) and changing out d-pad so it’s just the 4 directions has made my Seraphim swapping so much more accurate it’s amazing. I’ve had issues with the 360 d-pad and accidentally swapping in Lailah or Edna when I actually wanted Mikleo or Dezel/Zaveid instead, and having that precision when I use the d-pad has made me so much happier. Also:
But that’s not why you’re reading this post. Because obviously, if I got a new controller, I continued The Grand Adventure of Edgelord Puppy and Fanservice Kitty, and you’re here for screenshot gems like these:
Oops. Maybe telling the assassin-popstar that the Seraphim are ghosts was a bad idea. But no? Not your flavor? Or maybe something like these might be (behind a cut because this post is getting long):
A/N: I’ve been having this dream for months, thought I should share. The humming I talk about you can see in this video, just go to 17:05 and watch them talk about it, it’s pretty great. He does the humming thing again later on and Jensen can’t stop laughing. Anywho, enjoy dorky cute smutty Jensen!!
“Dude, just go ask her!” Jared nudged Jensen so hard he stumbled a little, falling into the side of Baby.
“Shut up! Come on man!” Jensen looked over his shoulder only to whip back around. “Shit, dude she’s coming over!” Jared started laughing before falling into a coughing fit as he tried to hold it together.
“Uh, hey guys. Jared you dying or something?”
Jared just shook his head, trying to keep a straight face. Jensen’s eyes went wide as he slowly shook his head, silently wondering what the hell had gotten into Jared.
“You guys sure you’re good?” you looked between the two boys.
So this is a completely random and kinda ridiculous headcanon but I’m kind of attached to it and it’s also vastly amusing
Anyways so I headcanon that on Kashyyyk Wookiees tend to bond to only one other Wookiee for their entire life and there’s only one word for husband/wife/life partner in their language and it’s “mate.” But on Kashyyyk the connotations of the word aren’t just “spouse” but also this more “mystical” meaning like SOULMATE, as in it’s just understood that your mate is your one true love and that you’re meant to be together and that whatever higher power there may be essentially like designed you and your mate for each other and all that one true love soulmate jazz.
So anyways I headcanon that Chewie took one look at Han and Leia together and was like yup that’s his mate.
I’m talking they’re in the trash compactor on the Death Star or something and they’re bickering about their next move to escape and Chewie is getting progressively more annoyed because there’s really no time for freaking arguments so he just barks at Han
“CUB STOP YELLING AT YOUR MATE AND HELP ME PRY THE DOOR OPEN!”
And Han knows exactly what a Wookiee means when he says that word and he’s just so flabbergasted that he literally can only whip around and fix Chewie in a wide-eyed, incredulous stare like he truly thinks Chewie has lost his Wookiee mind and just goes “WHAT?!??”
But there’s no time to say anything else because like a second later the walls start closing in and the fact that Chewbacca just implied that Han and Leia were almost definitely going to fall in love and get married and have babies slips his mind for the time being.
And like at the very start of their involvement with the rebellion like right after ANH whenever Han and Leia argue and Han insults her Chewie is like “What’s wrong with you how could you talk to your mate that way??” and Han grows progressively more exasperated and is just like “SHE’S NOT MY KRIFFING MATE!!!!!!”
And sometimes Han is just dismissive and snarky like “You’re out of your Wookiee mind if you think Her Royal Princessness is my damn MATE” and at other times he gets genuinely annoyed because he and Leia argue all the time and yeah she’s smart and brave and tough and feisty but she also thinks she’s right about literally everything and she walks around giving lectures about fucking justice and his responsibility as a galactic citizen to do his part to restore freedom to the former republic and she snarks and condescends and insults his ship and really Chewie needs to fucking cut the crap because Her High and Mightiness pushes all his buttons and drives him nuts and not in a good way and she is NOT his fucking MATE.
So Chewie kinda dials it back but he still brings it up every few months like if Han and Leia have an argument and Han is in a foul mood Chewie might warble something later about how it’s understandable that Han is discouraged that he failed to woo his mate that morning but could he maybe stop throwing the hydrospanners around because they’re new and he doesn’t want to have to steal new ones.
And this kinda stuff goes on and on but once it starts becoming painfully obvious that Han has started actually desperately wanting Leia to be his mate but that he’s clearly bitterly convinced that he wouldn’t ever actually get to be with her and is noticeably growing more and more frustrated and restless and angry with himself for not being good enough for her, Chewie finally stops mentioning it.
He doesn’t bring it up again for years until Leia is like enormously pregnant with their first child and he and Chewie walk into the apartment only to find her curled up dead asleep on the couch and Chewie watches Han’s eyes go all soft and adoring and Chewie just smiles to himself and lays an enormous paw on Han’s head and tells him, in the SMUGGEST of growls,