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.
What’s in your bag beard - Albus Dumbledore Edition
Dumbledore: I heard there was this new trend at my school, that everyone shows what they’re carrying around every day. Since I am the headmaster, I thought I should join in.
Dumbledore: They taste like liquid Sugar.
Dumbledore: Let’s go on.
Dumbledore: Another thing that’s very important to me:
Dumbledore: Music can be quite useful to ease up a tense situation. I want to introduce you to someone.
Dumbledore: Obviously, a school as big as Hogwarts needs a lot of money, so it’s always good to have a Niffler or two with you. Let me look for more.
Dumbledore: What the fuck is this?
Dumbledore: How could I forget about this?!
Dumbledore: Baby shoes. Not at all for nostalgic reasons
Dumbledore: Look how tiny they are!
((OOC: Dumbledore out. In the usual Sami-style I’m late to the party. But you know? Save the best for last ;) Luckily my thread will probably not be the last of this series Anyway special thanks to @kapitan5o for having this amazing idea! And my admiration to everyone who did this so far, y’all were incredibly creative! Now I’ll shut up))
Warnings: Mentions of accidental injuries, angst, swearing, smut, nsfw, unprotected sex
Word Count: 1630
Summary: Bucky accidentally hurts you the night before and you try to keep him from finding out.
Request: Hi I just found your blog and I fell in love, could you write a request where Bucky accidentally hurts Reader during sex, maybe he is thrusts too rough and he mistakes her cries for moans of pleasure and doesn’t realized he hurt her until after his orgasm, but he makes it up to her
A/N: I deviated a little from the request but in essence it’s all still there. Also It’s late, this is unedited. All mistakes are my own so please forgive them.
You didn’t want to tell him, didn’t want him to know.
Bucky hadn’t meant to do it and you knew that, but accident or not if he ever found out you were sure he’d never touch you again, hell he would probably stay as far from you as he could get, and that was something you didn’t want to risk. He’d been making so much progress over the last few months, only recently becoming comfortable with you being on his left side.
During the first stages of your relationship Bucky had kept you on his right side at all times, worried that something might happen if you got too close to the gleaming metal plates. It was only after patience and months of showing him he wasn’t about to lose control of himself that he slowly let himself relax. There was no way that you were about to back peddle all of that persistence over a bruise he didn’t mean to make. All you had to do was keep it covered until it healed.
Honestly you hadn’t even felt it to begin with, way too lost in the feeling of Bucky’s sharp breaths and hard thrusts. It was only after you’d come down fully from your high and Bucky had fallen asleep that you felt the dull throbbing around your wrist.
There was no mistaking the perfect outline of Bucky’s fingers in the dark, blotchy skin; the imprint of where metal had met flesh. He had pinned your wrist above your head as he pistoned his hips into yours, and fuck, had it felt amazing. Your orgasm had slammed into you so hard that you felt your eyes tip to the back of your skull, your throat raw from how hard you had chanted his name. You really didn’t want to taint a memory like that.
❗❗ Hey, please DO NOT buy from Milkybread’s online store. (twitter: @milkybreads_ , tumblr: milkybreads ) Their most recent product is a set of haikyuu acrylic stands, and the Bokuto one in particular was blatantly traced from another artist’s work. Most of their drawings were in fact traced from works of other artists, including oldxian, gusari, etc… They have been copying for over a year and the line was crossed when they started MAKING PROFIT from something that was TRACED. When someone direct messages them to stop copying, they brush it off with excuses that their style is just “
mixes of other artists [they] adore too…” Clearly their drawings are traced and they don’t even remove them.
It is really upsetting to see someone with over 4k+ followers on twitter and tumblr get away with tracing art.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the unforgiving nature of a lot of SJ–the “use Google,” the “I’m not here to educate you,” the “sit down, shut up, and listen”–and I realized something.
I think SJ norms evolved in response to trolls.
Like, “sit down, shut up, and listen” is a rude as fuck response to someone who happens to have the wrong identity labels and really like infodumping. But it could be an appropriately dismissive response to “we’ll never support you t-slurs unless you behave perfectly.”
Similarly, “I am not a government” is a rude as fuck response to “I know this idea is hard to hear or even triggering for some, but I put it in my novel because of my own experiences. If you pressure me to disavow it, you have worrying ideas about freedom of speech.” But it could be an appropriately dismissive response to some guy who was using the n-word in your blog comment threads and responded to his ban with “I have free speech!”
If I’m right about this, the origin of a lot of these norms makes sense.
But I still have a problem with them, because having them *as your default* means preemptively assuming any newbie who says the wrong thing is a troll.
How would BTS react if you took their hands to play with it - I'm feeling soft rn lol...
BTS Reacting To You Playing With Their Hands
Suga would probably find it calming, watching as you run your hands over his skin and thread your fingers through his repeatedly. It would even relax him to the point where he falls asleep against you, resting his hand on your shoulder as you continue to play with his hands with one hand while the other goes to run through his hair gently. And even though he doesn’t admit it, those moments have been some of his favourite ones with you so far.
Tae would probably start giggling immediately, clenching your hand tightly every now and then when you stop playing with his fingers for more than a few moments. He would smile non-stop whenever you played with his hands, leaning in to give you a kiss every now and again while you are. The two of you would enjoy those moments together, teasing one another lightly as you fiddle with each others hands.
Hobi would be in his element, enjoying the attention and the soothing feeling of your fingers running over his palms would have him sighing in pure bliss. He is used to being touched affectionately and would absolutely adore having his hands played with, cuddling up against you as you rest your head on his shoulder and clasp your hands in his. The two of you would even fall asleep lke that, the calm and intimacy of the moment lulling you both to slumber.
Rapmon wouldn’t be able to stop himself from smiling, no matter how hard he tried not to. He’d find it absolutely adorable that you are so interested in his hands, struggling not to grin like an absolute idiot when you smile cutely as you wiggle his fingers in between yours. He would probably break after you giggle over how big his hands are, leaning in to press kisses all over your face and lips.
Jimin would sulk a little, pouting when you coo over his adorable fingers and hands. He would stop after you start pressing kisses to his palms and stroking his inner arm. He’d probably lean in to give you a deep kiss after watching you stroke your thumb over his knuckles with a soft smile and a tender look in your eyes. He’d most likely start playing with your hands too, wriggling his fingers to link with yours and squeezing your hand gently as he presses his face into your hair.
Jin would be a little self conscious, particularly about his fingers. It would take him a little while to start responding properly as a result but after you start pressing kisses to each of his fingers and his inner palms, he’d start giggling and laughing with a bashful grin on his face. He would slowly become more confident, threading his fingers through yours and running his thumbs over you skin as the two of you exchange jokes, comments about the day etc.
Jungkook would be awkward as hell. He’d fidget a bit when you first take his hands into yours and would turn as red as a tomato when you run your fingers over his skin and wind them together with his. But when you squeeze his hands reassuringly, he starts becoming more confident and even returns some of the gestures, playing with your fingers and running his thumbs over the backs of your hands.
This was so freaking cute to write up, ffs ;^; Now I want to hold hands with them. Please request again dear anon, I hope you enjoyed it! ^_^
“Mmm, Cas, yes..” you trailed off as your hands threaded into the dark brown locks that belonged to the angel between your thighs.
“L-left,” you whimpered, guiding his head to your right and his left so that his tongue drug across your folds perfectly- “fuuck, right there… oh god.”
You cried out as his tongue swiped up and down, leaving you panting and writhing beneath him as your orgasm washed you over only a second later, your throbbing sex exploding with the intense pleasure you’d been chasing after for the last hour before Cas pulled away.
Hi TT :), I just went on your marauders threads masterpost and none of the links worked. Honestly it might be my computer (I have a super nasty virus atm) but then it might not be. To give you an idea, every time i scroll over the links the typing cursor comes up (y'know the one with the lines that highlights stuff) I've refreshed the page quite a few times and nothing seems to be working. I will carry on refreshing and see if it will work, but for now I just thought you ought to know :)
(( OOC: Yeah, I’m not sure what’s going on there. :P I’ll try and get that fixed… but in the meantime… let’s see if this works:
This is for serious anger – serious either in degree, or persistence. There are several things going on here: a binding, a banishing, and a rather overt killing of the feeling (which I have done in the form of daring, because I’m crazy like that). If you don’t need all of that, feel free to pick and choose. Like almost all of my spells, they are meant to be flexible.
Personally, I use it because, like many people with trauma histories, I have trouble experiencing “upset” as anything other than anger, so often I become angry over things I shouldn’t.
Light your red candle. Focus on your anger, your rage. Write down what you would say or do to whatever is making you angry on your piece of paper. Let yourself go. After all, no one’s ever gonna read it except you.
Add your pinch of cayenne to the center of the paper. Fold it up and then wind it tightly in your black thread. If you have tongs, pick it up with the tongs (if not, your fingers, but be careful), and hold it over your candle flame. I tend to say “Get the fuck away from me” as I do this, but you do you.
When it’s alight, drop it into your fire safe dish and wait for it to burn itself out.
When you feel the time is right, lick the pad of your thumb and pointer finger, and snuff the flame between your fingers.
“The library brought you together.” Then he looked up like he was reading something written across the air in front of him. “‘Books, bringing people together.’ That would make a good slogan for the library.”