Description: You decide to play a game of push and pull with your ex Jungkook, bringing Jimin along for the ride.
Genre: Smut (M)
Word Count: 8.4k
Warnings: breath play, dom!Jimin, lots and lots of filth.
A/N: This is chapter one of… well, I don’t know. @ellieljade and I just keep brainstorming more and more for this sucker. To the point of us joking about finishing this when we’re in our 90′s….. Anyway. I hope you enjoy. I’ll be working on part two for Room for Dessert and The Guest House soon.
Steve glances up over his book at
the sound of you entering the room. He
smiles. “Hey, doll.”
You stop dead. “You have got to be kidding me,” you mutter,
taking him in. He’s lounging back on the
bed in nothing but a pair of low riding sweats.
And as if that wasn’t bad enough, he was still growing out his
beard. And—God help you—he was wearing
A/N: Alright y’all. Here it is. After this chapter, we can officially head into everything @ellieljade and I have planned. You’re not ready, tbh. As always, thank you to Nicole for being my beta and soundboard.
Pairing:Jimin x Reader, Jungkook x Reader (feat.my 5 little children watching)
Warnings: I meaaaan, you see the request. Good lucks reading this.
a/n: aww, this is was really a good idea for me to write ! thanks for requesting, hope you want more and enjoy this stuff.~
The boys knew how he felt about you. Always teasing him when you came over wearing your shorts or just a tank top with pajama bottoms. Jungkook is known for his shy ways, and you wanted so bad to bring him out of it. One night, it had all turned into a drunk ass mess of a game of “Truth or Dare.” If you didn’t take the dare, you had to drink. Dares were the only fucking things being thrown around, considering that none of these boys were up for a round of truths. Finally, it came to you. Yoongi looked at you with the cockiest smirk, which had you gulping at the slightest. He knew how much you wanted Jungkook to see that he doesn’t need to be so shy about everything, and boy, was he about to get a damn show.
So I'm reading "Awake" and I couldn't help but think of this scenario...
And so... for the sake of our peace treaty, and for our own well-being, it is probably best that Autobots and Decepticons steer clear of each other... for the time being.
PFFT! Frag that.
I... excuse me?
You're glitched if you think I'm gonna abide by that.
You lookin' to start something, flight-frame?
[snorts] Hardly! It's unrealistic to continue keeping Autobots and Decepticons apart. We should be learning how to cooperate with each other, and the Neutrals. Besides, anyone who's got a personal score to settle would probably disobey that order anyway.
He's got a point.
Yeahhh, who else would know better than Starscream about disobeying orders?
[some more murmurs, chuckling]
Quiet, you! The point is we're ALL going to live on this planet, whether we like it or not.
I have considered this, Starscream. But what can be done? Tensions between our factions are still very high...
Well I know what I'M gonna do...
[Starscream marches over to Skyfire. His confidence is a total bluff, but the grounders don't know that]
Skyfire... would you... like to accompany me to... that bar? Over there.
[He points to one of the few establishments available]
Starscream, I don't think--
Wait, wait a klik. No tricks. No stupid war stuff. Just you, me, my trine, and a couple of friends you wanna bring along. Whatever. I don't care. What do you say?
[Meanwhile, Starscream's stiff posture has his trine worried. He doesn't really take public rejection well... and it seems like this behavior is taking every ounce of confidence he can muster. He's really putting himself put there on this.]
[looks to his comrades]... Percy? Wheeljack? You wanna come too?
Sure, why not.
[sputters] You CAN'T be serious.
Mm... let's just see where this goes.
[rolls optics] Fine. But I don't have to like it...
[Group starts to move up the block towards the bar. Ratchet begins to follow.]
You too, old friend?
I'm not going for them. I'm going 'cause I've got spare credits and I've got nothing better to do...
Plus, if this gets ugly for any reason I'll be right there. Doesn't that make you feel better?
Why are you REALLY going, Ratchet?
To be honest-- Autobots... Decepticons... hanging out already?-- I need a drink.
School choice is an illusion. It is not a universal possibility. Anyone who thinks otherwise needs to take into account far more variables than they are currently considering.
You know what makes it possible for some students to choose schools outside of their immediate districted area and makes it impossible for others? Transportation.
Some students have cars.
Some students have parents who can drop them off and pick them up.
Some students can afford to Uber or Lyft to and from school every day.
And some students do not have money for the bus.
Do you see the difference?
Some cities have free transportation to and from school for students. I salute the excellent people who worked so hard to make this a reality. But far too many still do not. So, students have to pay, walk, or be transported. Spoiler alert: this really limits their choices.
At my school there is a charming brother and sister pair who used to ride to school on matching bikes every day. But one day the brother messed up his tire en route. Without the money to fix the problem, he has had to stop riding for the past couple of months. Now they take turns on one skateboard and one bicycle. She is older, so sometimes he holds onto her shoulder and she pulls him. They are tardy with increased regularity. I called their mother, a caring, hard-working woman. You know what she told me? “Yeah, I worry a lot about them out on the roads, too.”
You know what she doesn’t have? Another choice. She can’t drive them; she has to work instead, in order to be able to continue to feed them. So this is how it is for now.
One girl in my speech class has a protective father. He does not like her getting home by herself after dark. So, this good man picks her up every day. When he gets out of work. Sometimes as late as 7 p.m. At least she can get her homework done.
“Ms. S, can you lend me a dollar for the bus?” is almost as common a question in my room as, “What are we doing today?” or, “What page are we on?”
Many of my students can’t afford even a reduced price bus pass. I imagine for Mrs. DeVos and her friends this doesn’t seem like such a common occurrence. To them it is probably unimaginable. But she probably never had to go without eating so that her children could eat either, as one of my student’s “Personal Hero Speech” revealed had been the case in her family.
Mrs. DeVos probably never had to spend a chunk of her minimum wage salary on splitting Ubers with her three friends just to get to school in the morning, or walk over a mile in the rain just to get back home. Mrs. DeVos probably does not understand that not everyone can just make a choice and a magic money fairy appears to make that choice a reality.
Ms. DeVos only knows that, “…public schools are not succeeding. In fact, let’s be clear, in many cases, they are failing.”
And she also knows she is just the right choice to ride in and change all that.
Can you write a smut where
it’s jack’s birthday party. he and the reader sneak away from the party and
have sex in his car. bc what’s a better present than birthday sex? (;
A/N- THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT SO PLEASE BE NICE. Please
give me your feedback but pls keep it nice. Hope you enjoy :)
You and Jack had been
dating for a little over seven months now. Your relationship was still very new
in terms of length so you were still in the ‘everything ends in sex’ stage.
Which neither of you two complained about. The sex with Jack wasn’t like any
other sex you had had. He was experienced to say the least; he knew all of your
weak spots and he knew exactly what to say to have you weak at the knees.
Jack was a very sexual
person; and half the time he wasn’t even trying. Once he had walked out to the
kitchen after just waking up. His hair was still messy from his previous
sleeping state and his boxers hung low on his hips. It took everything in your
body to not pounce on him then and there. Who are you kidding? You had leapt
from your spot on the couch and into his arms. He was caught off guard but
didn’t fail to show you a good time.
Now, with all this said
there was one thing you two hadn’t shared together.
You two had yet to
celebrate a birthday together. You had celebrated your birthday right before
Jack had asked you out, and Jack’s birthday was in a few days. So you had no
idea what to give him.
What’s too much?
What’s not enough?
You tried to ask Conor,
Josh and even Anna, but they’re replies were all the same.
“He’ll like whatever you
So after a long
conversation with your mom you had come up with the perfect present. At
breakfast you would give him a new watch that he’s been wanting. Then at his
birthday party you would give him the tickets and VIP passes to an upcoming
Arsenal game. And then, as the night came to a close you would give him his
What’s a better birthday
present than birthday sex?
To Jack, the answer was
So to complete the last
present, you went and bought a new black lacy two piece lingerie.
Today was Jack’s
birthday so you started the day off with waking him up to kisses on his neck.
“Mornin’ love,” he said
“Happy birthday baby,”
you said, continuing to kiss him.
“Thank you, so what are
our plans for today?”
You laid on his chest,
“Well, your party is tonight. But until then, I don’t think anything.”
“I have a few ideas,” he
smirked, flipping you two over.
After some playful
morning sex, you two had breakfast and you gave him his first present. He loved
it and made sure to give you plenty of thank you kisses. After breakfast you
two Skyped his parents and Anna to say hi and so they could wish him a happy
birthday. Then you two went out to lunch with Conor.
Finally it was that time
of night to go to his party. It was being held at a very large venue and many
people were there. You walked around with Joe as Jack mingled with some friends
“So, what’d you get
Jack?” you ask, sipping on your drink.
“Nothing big, just a
vinyl of Michael Jackson’s greatest hits,” he shrugged.
“He’s going to love
that,” you laughed.
“How about you?” he
You spun around, showing
yourself, “You’re looking at it.”
Joe snorted, “You
definitely beat me.”
The night was still
young as you wandered around the large venue, searching for the blonde that you
call your boyfriend.
“Hey, sorry to interrupt
but have you seen Jack?” you asked Caspar who was in a deep conversation with
“Nope, sorry Y/n,” he
gave you a smile and turned back to Alfie.
You continued walking
until you found another familiar face.
“Hey Josh, have you seen
Jack?” you asked the ginger.
“Yeah,” he slurred. “He
went to the bathroom.”
You thanked the South
African and headed towards the restrooms. Without thinking, you walked into the
“There you are,” you
chuckled. “I’ve been looking everywhere.”
“You do know you’re in
the dude’s room right?” he laughed.
“I don’t care,” you
“Okay, well let me fix
my hair then we can go back out.” he turned his attention back to the mirror
and you watched him.
You hadn’t noticed until
now just how good he looked. He was wearing a white button up along with
a black blazer. He had on black dress pants and white sneakers. You suddenly
felt flushed as you stared at your boyfriend.
He continued to run his
hands through his hair, oblivious to how he was making you feel. You felt a
“Jack?” you said,
walking towards him.
“Yes?” he said, focus
remaining on the reflection.
You reached up to his
hear, “I need you.”
He turned, “What?”
“I need you,” you said,
looking up at him.
He grabbed your hand led
you out of the bathroom.
“Where are we going?”
“Well I’m not gonna take
you in the bloody bathroom.”
“We both know you
would,” you giggled.
“True, but I have a much
better idea.” he said, opening the door to go outside.
“And what’s that?” You
asked, the cold air hitting your bare skin.
Jack turned and gave you
a cheeky grin, “What’s a better gift than car sex?”
You laughed, “If that’s
what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.”
You two found your way
to Conor’s SUV and quickly got into the back.
“Happy birthday,” you
said against his lips as you straddled him.
He flipped you over so
you were laying on your back and began lifting up your dress.
“Wait,” you stopped.
He detached his lips
from your neck, “What’s wrong?”
You sat up, “It’s your
birthday, and you shouldn’t have to do anything.”
“I don’t mind,” he says simply.
“No.” you insisted,
pushing him back into the seat. “Just relax.”
You unbuckled his pants
and slid your hand into his boxers. You grabbed his length and began pumping up
“Fuck,” he breathed out.
“What do you want baby?”
You asked innocently.
He pushed his jeans down
lower and you lowered your mouth around his tip. You continued pumping as you
put more of him in your mouth.
“Fuck, oh my god.” He
moaned, grabbing a handful of your hair.
You continued bobbing
your head, his hand guiding you farther. Seeing him so vulnerable made you wet.
“Shit, Y/n. I’m gonna-”
before he could finish, he released his load into your mouth. You swallowed and
went back up to kiss him, raising your dress and pulling it over your head.
“You planned this?” he
asked, eyeing your black lingerie.
“Maybe,” you giggled.
“I love you, but I need
you,” before you could protest Jack ripped the lingerie in half.
“Jack!” you yelled,
slapping his chest.
“I’ll buy you a new
pair, just ride me.” He locked his eyes on you, hands on your hips.
You grabbed his dick,
guiding it along your wet folds.
“I love you,” your eyes
stayed on his as you pushed him into.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,”
he groaned, thrusting into you.
You moaned, trying to
get used to him. No matter how many times you two fucked, Jack always stretched
you out like it was the first.
“Fuck,” you breathed,
leaning down to kiss his neck. He dug his fingers into your hips, pushing into
you more and more each time.
“Right there!” you cried
as Jack hit your g-spot. You rocked your hips, grinding on his dick.
“D- Do the-the thing,”
he stuttered as you continued to ride him.
You chuckled, turning on
his dick so you were facing away from him. Jacks hands immediately went to your
ass, massaging it. You put your hands on his thighs, and pulled off him so only
his tip was inside you. You slowly made your way back down his length, moving
your hips in little circles.
“Fuck babe,” he groaned.
“You feel so good.”
You felt your stomach
clench around his throbbing dick, “Fuck!”
You turned back around,
bouncing up and down as Jack released his load into you.
“C’mon baby, cum for
me,” as he said those words you let the bundle in your stomach come undone,
your juices going all over him.
You collapsed onto his
chest, “Happy birthday babe.”
“Thank you babygirl,” he
smiled, kissing your forehead.
“We better go,” you said
“Yeah, if Conor finds
out we fucked in his car he’s going to kill us.”
You both chuckled as you
put your clothes back on and returned to party acting like nothing happened.
Though everyone knew what you two had just done.
Title: Made Your Whole Year In A Week Authors: lowriseflare, threeguesses Fandom: Superstore Pairing: Jonah Simms/Amy Dubanowski Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,000 Summary:
The night of the tornado Amy puts Emma to bed, pours herself a glass of Cloud 9 pinot noir, then collapses onto the couch they inherited from her parents back in 2006 and turns on the tv.