This is a very, very long post. I just wanted to give you guys an insight into what my writing is like when I have more words to play with. I worked really hard on this, so I hope you like it.
Jin hadn’t been lying when when he’d said that he’d take you to the best restaurant in town. The food was delicious, but so was the wine, and as you sit next to him on the car ride home you’re more than a little tipsy, truth be told. You look over at him, taking in how handsome he looks as the streetlights illuminate all the perfectly sculpted angles of his face. He’s concentrating hard on the road, his hands fixed in the ten and two position, his broad shoulders framed beautifully by the smart suit jacket he’s wearing.
Before you know it your hand is sneaking over onto his lap and squeezing his thigh gently, a small smile gracing his face in response. He doesn’t really think much of it - you frequently rest your hand on his leg as he drives - but when your hand starts to roam further north he flicks his eyes at you, smile growing.
“Where’s that hand going, hmm?” he asks, knowing full well where you’re headed but doing little to stop it.
“Where’d you want it to go?” you ask back, biting your lip teasingly as you drift your palm over the quickly hardening bulge inside his pants.
“I think you know baby.” Needing very little to no encouragement you make quick work of his fly, flipping open the zipper and reaching into his boxers. Eagerly, you wrap your hand around his cock and pull it free, Jin glancing down at his lap and biting his lip as you do. He’s fully hard now, his member standing tall above where your hand rests at its base, and when you squeeze the length of him from bottom to top he exhales heavily, his hips shifting in his seat.
“That feel good?” Jin bobs his head in response to your question, his eyes still fixed on the road as he struggles to concentrate, hands tightening on the wheel as you stroke his cock up and down with a firm grip. You run your thumb over the tip, collecting his pre-cum and using it to lubricate his throbbing length, your own breath getting heavier as you watch him purse his lips together to hold back the moans you know are just dying to pour out.
You start to pick up speed, eager to watch him fall apart under your touch, so caught up in pleasuring him that you practically forget that he’s behind the wheel.
“Babe, baby,” he huffs, glancing at you, his hips flexing upward, “You gotta stop… shit, I can’t drive like this.” You pout back at him, slowing your hand but reluctant to remove it completely until he looks at you again with wide, pleading eyes. Sighing, you stop your ministrations, tucking him back into his pants to let him drive in peace but still pouting hard. “The second we get home baby, I swear I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight.”
“Yoo- Yoongi… I’m not sure we should…” you gasp, your words telling him one thing but your body saying the exact opposite. You’ve got your head tilted back against the back window of the car, granting access to the lips that are trailing hot, wet kisses from your ear to your collarbone, your legs spread open to let Yoongi lie in between them to grind his crotch against your core.
“I thought you wanted to help me relax?” he murmurs against your collarbone, his hand grabbing at your breast through your blouse and palming it gently.
“I did…” You choke back a moan as you feel Yoongi’s hard bulge rubbing against your panties. “But I meant… I meant a backrub or something, not - oh my god!” Yoongi cuts you short when he roughly pulls your panties to the side, his fingers plunging into you with little to no warning to stretch open your walls, prepping you for him.
You shouldn’t be doing this here, not now. You’re laid across the backseat of Yoongi’s car in the deserted corner of a parking lot that belongs to a fancy, Italian restaurant where you’re supposed to be meeting the BigHit executives any time now. There’s the potential for you to be spotted any time - it’s not even that dark - but that doesn’t seem to bother Yoongi. If anything, it seems to urge him on.
Satisfied that you’re ready for him, Yoongi withdraws his now dripping fingers and shoves down his pants and boxers far enough to release his long, throbbing cock, lining it up with your entrance as he looks down at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. He doesn’t even give you a second to catch your breath before he thrusts into you, hard. You cry out at the sudden feeling of fullness, but Yoongi is as silent as usual as he commences a fast, punishing rhythm that has you gripping onto his shoulders for dear life, digging in your fingernails through his shirt.
“Fuck, look at you, taking my cock so well,” Yoongi grunts, slamming his hips into yours, his forehead starting to perspire under his bangs. “You want my cum, you little slut?”
“Yes, yes, please,” you moan, flexing your hips up to meet his every stroke, the fire of an impending orgasm growing in your pelvis. Yoongi groans and picks up the pace, and you can tell from the way he’s starting to grunt in time with his thrusts that he’s getting close, your soft, warm walls clenching around his length rock solid length to heighten his pleasure.
Yoongi cums inside you with no prior warning, filling you up with stuttering hips and stilted groans, his face pressed to your neck. Your hips are still moving, whimpers falling from your lips as you fail to reach your high, your whole pelvis throbbing. Smiling slyly, Yoongi withdraws himself from you and puts himself away before putting your panties back in place. He looks entirely relaxed now, just as he intended, but unfortunately leaving you a quivering mess in his place. When you sit up and pull your skirt down you feel Yoongi’s load seep out into your underwear, leaving a sticky mess between your legs. His long, delicate fingers dip under the edge of your panties again to rub it through your folds, chuckling softly as you whine needily.
“Keep all that cum inside you, kitten, and daddy promises he’ll make it worth your while.”
When you’d initially suggested the idea of ‘getting busy’ in Hobi’s car, he’d initially been really up for it. He’s always keen to try new things, and he knows all too well about your little exhibition kink, already having fucked you in a shopping mall changing room and various other risky places. But when it comes time to do it Hobi almost seems nervous, driving around for at least half an hour in the dark to try and find the a place that’s adequately secluded with minimal chance of getting caught.
“Hobi, baby, c’mon, this is fine,” you whine beside him in the passenger seat, getting more impatient by the minute. He looks so fucking good in his button down shirt and tight black jeans that you can barely keep your hands off him.
“Ok, ok,” he agrees, giving into temptation when he glances over and sees you already slipping off your jeans and discarding them into the footwell with a salacious smile. He pulls up in a deserted little lane by the side of a muddy field, and when he kills the engine the car headlights switch off too, plunging you both into total darkness. Within seconds Hobi is on you, leaning over the shift stick to crash his mouth against yours, kissing you with a desperation that reveals that he’s just as impatient as you you. You tangle your hands in his hair, pushing your tongue into his mouth to kiss him back just as fiercely, forcing him back into the driver’s seat so you can straddle his lap.
It’s uncomfortable; the steering wheel is digging into your back and your knee is crammed into the compartment on the inside of the door, but you couldn’t care less.
“Get your cock out,” you mumble against his lips, rubbing your core against the bulge in his jeans.
“Yes ma’am,” he answers breathily, hastily pulling them open and releasing his cock to stand tall and swollen against his stomach as you start to rain kisses on his neck, biting into the soft flesh just under his ear. He groans wantonly, digging his fingers into your hips. “Please, god, I need to be in you.”
Prep be damned, you reach down and pull your underwear to the side and sink onto his girthy length, groaning as your ass meets his lap and he’s seated fully inside you.
“Move, baby, please,” he begs, still grasping at your hips, his head tipping back against the driver’s seat, and you can’t help but smile as you start to rock against him, grabbing onto his shoulders. You love it when he begs for you, and you move slowly on purpose just to make him do it again.
Just as Hobi’s starting to make the prettiest of noises you suddenly notice flashing blue lights slowly appear in the distance through the rear windscreen of the car; lights that come a stop behind you. The car’s engine is turned off and a door opens soon after. Scrambling off his lap, much to Hobi’s dismay and confusion, you hastily start to drag on your jeans, panicking and laughing all at once.
“Put yourself away, put it away!” you hiss at him, giggling as Hobi glances behind you and his mouth falls open in alarm, eyes wide and frantic as he tucks himself back in his jeans, his cheeks a bright, burning red by the time a shadowy figure comes to knock on the car window. The officer clearly knows what you two were getting up to, but after he listens to Hobi’s stuttering nonsensical explanations he just gives the two of you a knowing smile and instructions to get moving. You’re still giggling as the officer drives away, but Hoseok looks mortified, running his hand over his profusely sweating face.
“We are never, ever doing that again.”
“Joonie, stop it,” you giggle, trying to bat his hand away from where it’s creeping up your thigh.
“Honestly, what did you expect coming to pick me up in such a tiny little skirt?” Namjoon reasons, and when you glance away from the road to look at his face you see he’s got one eyebrow raised in amusement, but his eyes sat underneath are hooded with lust, his pouty lips slightly parted as he grabs at the soft flesh of your inner thigh.
“I expect you to let me drive without interruption so we actually manage to get home in one piece.” It’s all very well saying that, but you still end up parting your legs as his fingers trail ever higher, biting your lip as you slouch in your seat, practically delivering your pussy into his waiting hand.
“I can think of worse ways to go,” he replies cockily, skimming the tips of his fingers along the edge of your panties. So can you, actually, but that’s beside the point. You’re about to say so, but then the words are displaced from your mouth as a gasp takes their place, Namjoon’s thumb coming to rest on your cotton covered clit and rubbing it with a firm, circular motion. You take your eyes off the road momentarily, looking at him with your bottom lip caught between your teeth, your chest rising and falling heavily under his expert ministrations. “Eyes on the road.” His voice is firm, dominant, and as always it thrills you to the core, arousal thrumming through you and intensifying the feel of the pads of his fingers as they press against you. Namjoon starts to push against the wet cotton of your panties, stuffing it inside you as far as the material will allow, watching eagerly for you reaction and smirking at the way you whimper, your hips flexing towards him.
“I can’t drive like this Joonie,” you moan, aching so badly, desperate to be filled.
“Then pull over,” he replies thickly, voice low, and before you know it you’re scanning every darkened road for a place to park as he continues his slow torture. You end up settling for a deserted country lane, and the moment you pull over Namjoon ceases touching you and get out of the car, beckoning you with a curl of his finger.
Confused, you follow him outside into the night, goosebumps rising on your skin at the cold.
“Come here and bend over.” He’s stood in front of your car, palming himself through his jeans, and with shaking knees you approach him and do as he asks, nervously glancing around to make sure you’re really as alone as it seems. Luckily you are, because in the next breath Namjoon’s grabbing hold of you underwear and yanking it down, bunching your skirt up by your hips and chuckling when you gasp at the feel of his hot, hard length nudging at your folds. “You want this?” You whine, arching your back to try as Namjoon’s hand presses on your back of your shoulder to keep you flat against the cold metal of your car.
“Please, please,” you moan, no longer caring about keeping quiet, too caught up in your overwhelming need. He sinks into you in one agonisingly slow push, grunting as he bottoms out and sees you clawing at the bonnet for something to grab onto, writhing on the end of his cock and clenching around him.
“Shit, you feel so good baby.”
It’s been a really nice afternoon, chilling in the dorms with Jimin and his friends, playing video games and joking around. You’re still glad to be going home though, and taking your sweet boyfriend with you for the night. He sits quietly next to you in the passenger seat; too quietly in fact, considering how full of life he was back at the dorms. Maybe he just tired himself out?
“You ok, Jiminie?” you ask softly, and out of the corner of your eye you see him look up, worrying his bottom lip about something before he shortly replies.
“You sure?” you check, an unsettling feeling brewing in your stomach. Have you done something wrong?
“Yeah. You just…” You glance over to see Jimin fiddling with the strings of his hoodie, looking down at his lap. “You look really pretty today.” Chuckling, you raise your eyebrows as you look straight ahead, concentrating hard as you wait to turn left at a busy junction.
“And that's… a bad thing?”
“No! No. It’s just, I-uh-I’ve got a problem,” Jimin mumbles, so quiet that you can barely hear him over the song on the radio. When he fails to explain any further you risk another look at him, your eyes widening when you see the way he’s pulled his hoodie back enough to expose his lap, and likewise, display the obscene tenting in the front of his shorts.
“Oh baby,” you coo, licking your lips at the sight of it, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Jimin tugs at the hem of his hoodie, squirming in his seat as his plump cheeks turn a delightful shade of pink.
“I thought I could wait until we got home,” he tells you with wide, beseeching eyes. “I don’t think I can wait anymore mommy…”
“I wish I could help you baby,” you soothe softly, really wishing that you could, especially when he whines needily, twisting in his seat. “Why don’t you touch yourself till we get home?”
“Really? Here?” Jimin looks around, chewing at his bottom lip nervously as he takes in the light traffic surrounding your car. You can tell he’s debating between the risk of being seen and how good it’ll feel to do as you suggest, but when he starts to palm himself through his shorts you can tell the latter option has won.
“Get it out baby, let me see,” you encourage greedily, eager to watch your baby boy pleasure himself right next to you. He does as you ask, pulling down his shorts to rest halfway down his meaty thighs and mewling prettily when his little hand wraps tightly around his thick, leaking cock.
He fists his cock up and down, his hips pushing upward to meet every stroke of his hand, and as he does he makes the sweetest of noises that shoot straight to your core, your panties getting soaking wet within minutes of him starting. Every time you steal a glance away from the road Jimin is looking straight at you, pumping himself hard, his tongue poking at his thick, pillow soft lips.
“Mommy…” he groans breathily, throwing his head back as he squeezes the base of his cock, rolling his balls in his other hand. “Touch me, please.” You bite your lip, looking back between Jimin and the road, completely caught up with the image of the boy sat next to you rapidly coming apart.
Unable to resist, you reach over with one hand and take over, tugging on Jimin’s cock as your own pussy throbs with need.
“Mmff! Gonna cum!” Jimin exclaims, his back bowing away from the seat. You pick up the pace of your hand, bringing him over the brink as you sit at traffic lights, cum spilling out over his hoodie and his shorts and your hand as his cock pulses. He looks completely fucked out when you’re done, nuzzling against your shoulder with a sleepy smile as you wipe your hand on your jeans.
“Feel better, baby?”
“Hmm, thank you mommy.”
From the moment you’d left the house to go out with your friends, you and Taehyung had been exchanging hot and dirty messages. It’d started off fairly tame, only to escalate into your boyfriend sending you a video of him jacking himself off that you had to watch in the toilets with the volume turned down, biting your lip.
Needless to say, when he picks you up at the end of night both of you are wound so tight you’re ready to snap, your panties soaking wet beneath your dress. He greets you with a passionate, deep kiss that lasts for several minutes or more, and when he pulls away you’re practically squirming in your seat, more eager to get home than ever.
Much to your surprise when Taehyung pulls away he doesn’t immediately start the engine, reaching into his pocket instead and pulling out something small, shiny and familiar.
“It’s fully charged, Jagi,” he grins cheekily as he presses the vibrator into your palm, his gaze shrouded with desire. “Get yourself warmed up for me.” You nod eagerly, not needing to be told twice. As Taehyung starts the car you slip off your underwear, the alcohol in your system spurring you on to plant your feet shamelessly atop the dash. You let your legs flop open as you switch on the vibe, wasting no time in pressing it straight to your clitoris. The gratification is immediate, pleasure jolting through you as it buzzes against your core.
“Hmm, Tae, it feels so good,” you tell him, flopping your head to the side to look up at him from under your lashes. Tae peeks at you, his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth, wetting his lips.
“You getting my seats all wet?” You nod, flashing him a naughty smile. You really are; you can feel wetness seeping down from your folds and between your ass cheeks, pooling on the leather beneath you. “Hmm, good.”
Unsatisfied by just your vibrator you start to run your fingers against your pussy too, teasing your hole as you let your eyes flop closed, wishing it was Taehyung’s cock nudging inside you rather your fingertips.
“Are we almost home?” you ask breathily, sliding two fingers inside yourself, your body making obscene, lewd noises as they push in and out. “I want you…”
“Five more minutes, Jagi,” Taehyung reassures you, his voice so thick with lust that it’s almost a growl. You curl your fingers against your g-spot, pushing yourself to a new high that has you moaning and writhing next to him.
“God, you look so hot….” he murmurs, unable to last more than five seconds at a time before taking his eyes off the road to look back at you. Thank God the streets aren’t busy, otherwise this’d be a lot more dangerous. “How’s that pussy feel?”
“Mm, good, tight,” you tell him, loving his answering groan. He reaches over for just a second, long enough to push one longer finger inside you alongside your own, groaning again at the warm wetness surrounding his digit.
“Can’t wait to get inside you, Jagi, fuck.”
Jungkook’s been almost silent the entire car ride home, driving with a steely look on his face, hands gripping the steering wheel, jaw clenching all the while. Admittedly, pissed off is a good look for him, his eyes dark and arousing, but you’d still like to know what’s wrong.
“Is something the matter?” you ask cautiously, biting your thumb nail. Jungkook huffs heavily, not looking at you, and he waits so long before he replies that you almost start to think he’s just ignoring you completely.
“Did you have to flirt like that with Namjoon?”
You’re surprised at first, your eyebrows lifting almost to your hairline. But then within seconds that surprise gives way to frustration, pulling your brows back down again into a frown. You’re so sick of this; almost every time you hang out with the other members Jungkook manages to find something or other to get jealous about.
“What do you mean?”
“You were fawning over him all night. ‘Aw, Joonie, your dimples are so cute,’” he sneers, impersonating you, “‘You’re so smart Namjoon.’ I swear it’s like you want to suck his cock or something.” You roll your eyes, temper flaring as you fold your arms across your chest.
“Unfortunately, Kook, there’s only one guy’s cock I want to suck, and it happens to be yours. God knows why, though, when you act like this.” You see Jungkook’s fingers flex on the steering wheel and his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, the sneer falling from his mouth as he licks his lips instead.
“Show me then,” he growls after a few seconds silence, still not gracing you with a look in your direction.
“Pardon me?” you scoff.
“You heard me. You say my cock’s the only one you wanna suck, so suck it. Show me.”
You stare back at him incredulously, barely believing the audacity of this boy to speak to you in such a way. You can’t deny the effect his words have though; your pulse has already quickened, your mouth suddenly full of saliva as your eyes are magnetically drawn to his lap.
The cocky bastard is hard already, his erection glaringly obvious underneath the crotch of his sweats.
“Fine,” you snap, unable to resist despite the irritation still running through you, “But you’re not cumming.”
“We’ll see,” he smirks. Jungkook yanks the elastic waist of his sweats lower, pulling out his cock and giving it one brief stroke up and down before flicking his eyes at you for the first time in the whole journey. He looks so smug that you just want to punch him in the face, but lucky for him you’re too distracted by the delicious looking cock he’s pointing your way to do anything but stare. “Come on then.”
Much to your frustration you almost immediately oblige, leaning down across the centre panel of the car to kitten-lick at the tip of his member whilst he drives. Damn it, why are you so weak for him? You lap up all his pre-cum before taking the red, swollen head of his cock into the wet heat of your mouth, smiling around it when you hear him groan above you.
You feel Jungkook thread his fingers gently through the back of your hair, and you’re just starting to enjoy his soft caressing of your scalp when suddenly he forces you down onto the length of him, right to the back of your throat, making you gag.
“That’s right, choke on it,” he growls, yanking on your hair to pull you off and then forcing you back down onto it again. “This mouth is mine, you hear?”
You moan around his cock, loving the mess he’s reduced you too, saliva dripping down your chin, wetness running down your thighs. Maybe you did flirt with Namjoon, and maybe you did do it on purpose, because Jungkook only ever fucks you like this when he’s mad, and god, it’s so worth it.
“I’m gonna cover you in my cum when we get home, just you wait and see.”
has anyone seen my son??? his name is louis he’s about this tall *holds hand two feet from the ground* has eyes the colour of the sky and he doesnt like wearing socks… i miss him terribly if u find him.. leave him where he is but pls tell him i love him
“Alright, class,” The teacher spoke up,
grabbing everyone’s attention. “Hence today is Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d
give you all a short, small quiz!”
The announcement was met with a collective
“It’s not that kind of quiz.” The teacher
began handing out papers, a smile on their face. “It’s about love and even
though it won’t get graded, try to answer the question seriously, don’t joke
I give to you the rival sports team Klance AU you never wanted but are getting anyway because I have zero (0) self restraint:
I’m gonna say yolo and throw them into college bc college kids always have free time to do competitive sports and get scholarships and stuff so here we ARE in COLLEGE with SWIM TEAMS
Keith and Lance go to different schools but have been running into each other at swim meets for months and they’re always neck and neck in their times
Lance is the swim captain of his team and they represent the Blue Panthers from the state university and they’re one of the top teams in the league
Keith isn’t the swim captain but he’s kind of like the coach of the Red Lions? maybe their actual coach is a flake and someone needed to step in and actually Do Something, so he took over and all his teammates regard him as their coach/teammate duo bc he still swims with them, he just directs them kinda thing?
his drills are the most feared thing on the planet and everyone is terrified of Tuesday and Thursday night practices because inevitably Keith will make them do some sort of terrifying equivalent of suicides but in the water and everyone goes home sore and tired
so there’s a championship swim meet out of state and everyone’s been prepping for this for months and it’s a Big One
there’s always a pre-party for this kind of stuff, right?? well now there is, fuck it
Keith forbids his team to go because they need to be in their best shape for the morning swim trials and if he Hears One Word that any of them were there, someone gonna die
inevitably, his team goes lmao
he probably was swimming laps before bedtime when he hears the party raging on the floor above his own
(he’s an insomniac and has even more trouble when he’s sleeping in a hotel bed and swimming always helps tire him out)
annoyed, he goes to investigate and tell them to shut the fuck up bc SOME people have a competition tomorrow and starts banging on the door and Lance opens it with a flourish and a grin
Lance: GUYS JOSH IS BACK WITH MORE ICE
Lance: ….wait you’re not Josh
Keith: oh my god of course it would be you
Lance: HEY WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN
they start fighting immediately and then someone slips past the door behind Lance and Keith recognizes that hair and he shoves Lance aside to get into the hotel room and it’s one of his teammates oooooh boy he gon DIE
Keith just wordlessly points out the door and the few members of his team file out real fuckin quick bc they know they’re about to be reamed out
then Lance pushes Keith’s shoulder and calls him a buzzkill
Keith spins around and puts his palm on Lance’s chest and pushes him into the nearest wall and whispers all low and dangerous “I can’t wait to destroy you tomorrow.” then saunters off and calls over his shoulder “Enjoy your hangover!” and Lance is s h o o k
needless to say, Lance is hungover the next morning
the race is close, but Keith’s team places first and Lance’s second
Lance was the last swimmer so he’s hanging off the side of the pool and throws his goggle and cap on the floor and is cursing and wishing he hadn’t been the one to throw that party bc he fucked up and then he hears a small laugh
shocker: it’s Keith
Lance goes to glare up at him but Keith just pulled off his swim cap and his hair is tumbling down his shoulders like some brunette Adonis and Lance just gets angrier bc how can this guy be SO GOOD and also disgustingly attractive it’s like God is shitting on him it’s rude
going forward, it’s a total game on vibe with them and it’s such a back and forth between meets and it’s literally neck and neck with both of them pushing their teams harder than ever before and it’s wild
then there’s some big rager or kegger at some off-campus house and Keith is dragged out by his teammates as punishment for being such a hardass lately and “this is a great way to pull that stick out of your ass please don’t make me do fifty push ups for saying that okay i’m soRRY”
they walk in to some tall guy doing a hand stand on a keg and chugging upside down and his shirt has fallen down around his neck so he’s just this long, brown, toned stomach
Keith’s not blind, okay, so he admires the view but ultimately he’s just like …………….you’re all idiots and goes to leave except the guy gets off and lets out the grossest burp and wipes his face with this huge shit-eating grin
shocker: it’s Lance
Keith is shook
but he’s also immediately on the defensive and ready to fight so he gets all bristly until Lance spots him by the door with his friends and is like “hHEY yOu!” bc he’s loaded and he stumbles into Keith’s chest and pokes his collarbone and smiles even bigger and goes “betcha can’t do a keg stand”
shocker again: Keith does it bc who is he to turn down a challenge
long story short, they both end up making out in a coat closet and in the morning when they wake up in their respective beds after their friends dragged them home, they both remember it happening and groan and cover their faces with their hands
cue the awkward future swim meets and budding romance
This is my new mustang. His tag number was 5118, he’s a six year old gelding, and he’s around 15 hands tall. He’s a liver chestnut with a beautiful little streak of a stripe down his face, white feet, and the head of a dinosaur.
It happened exactly the way I worried it wouldn’t but knew it would. My group and I (TIP trainer, my sister, me) went into the second gelding pen. I already had a few good looking horses in mind from the first, and then I see this face. We basically locked eyes and -confetti jazz hands- he came to investigate, and followed our group around, and gently nibbled my fingers. It was perfect.