Update: Https://archiveofourown.org/works/13181964/chapters/30150882

update: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13181964/chapters/30150882

break the ice, 1

Pairing:  jungkook x reader x jimin Genre: sports au, hockey player jungkook & jimin, smut, comedy?, slight angst, fluff too :’) Warnings: thigh riding, sexting, phone sex, pillow riding Word Count:  18k Summary:

There are three rules to become an official Puck Bunny: 1.     You have to love hockey. No exceptions. 2.     You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers. 3.     And most importantly, have fun!

A/N: i wanted this to be a oneshot but i kept adding and adding more :( … anyway… enjoy part 1!!

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How to Get a Guy. jjk | 02

PART 02 OF 02 | PART 01

pairing: Jungkook x Reader | [slight] Yoongi x Reader

genre: fluff, angst, smut, roommates!au, college!au, fuckboi!jk, enemies to friends to lovers

summary: Star basketball player Jeon Jungkook has a reputation as the ultimate fuckboi. He’s loved by everyone. Everyone. And you would have followed suit if he had not broken all your strict Roommate Rules™ within the first week of his stay. Jungkook, on the other hand, thinks you’re absolutely bizarre. But there’s a silver lining — Mr. Fuckboi here knows basketball captain Min Yoongi, your dreadfully clueless crush. He strikes up a deal with you: he’ll teach you the ways of flirting if you lessen your load of rules (so Jungkook can continue perusing his way through the ladies on campus). Yet the longer Jungkook spends with you, the more he realizes that maybe he doesn’t want to be the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you?

rating: 18+ sexual content.

warnings: protected sex (twice..), oral (f. receiving), rough sex (1), a lot of making out, orgasm denial (for two secs methinks), titty sucking, cursing, alcohol consumption from parties, jk sleeps around (but not anymore?!), the basketball team is kinda disgusting, jk lowkey (highkey) be staking his claim but it’s seen in y/n pov, honestly jk and y/n are still hella confused

word count: 15.3k

a/n ✑ part dossss! thank you so much for waiting!! i adoreee this couple and i hope you enjoy the rest of their journey too <3 appreciate all of you guyss <33 (also there’s like.. one epilogue scene teehee)

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Premium Boy-Toy (l.j)

the one where your best friend gifts you an entire man, and that man just so happens to be in high demand for everyone but you, until now at least.

ao3 | m.list | minors dni! | if you read it, reblog it.

requested by anon: “I don’t like getting off on my own.” + “No one’s ever touched fucked me like this,”

wordcount― 10.3k

pairing― stripper!Jeno x afab reader

content― switch jeno, rich/lonely reader, jeno gets kinda in a weird headspace after he cums lmao

note― congrats, you are witnessing the fact that i cannot defend that this is basically smut from start to finish. theres a lil bit of sugar baby jeno at the end tho so…um, also there’s probably so many typos and way too many commas in this but to be fair i was in horny jail and just fucking going.

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18+, f!reader, fingering, hinata shouyou has big hands and he knows it

You haven’t noticed it at all despite calling him every day with both of your cameras on while he was in Brazil (he does it to make you feel like he’s there, he says, but you know he’s more so saying it himself). It’s a gradual change—you wouldn’t have caught it if you saw him every day.

“You’re spacing out,” Hinata notes, and decides to solve it by curling his finger in a way that makes you gasp and spasm in his hold.

It’s only obvious right now that he’s home, as he has you pressed against the wall beside your room’s half-closed door, one hand holding you up by the thigh and the other buried knuckle-deep in you, thumb catching on your clit to brush on it now and then. You’re overwhelmed. You’re shaking. You might be in love with Hinata’s hands.

Hinata’s gotten bigger now. It hadn’t been obvious then, but the last you’d seen him in the airport, he hadn’t been able to envelop you like this, stuffed full with only two fingers. He hadn't seemed like he could carry you with just one hand before.

“Shou—ah, Shouyou,” you hiss and jolt when he slides out and thrusts back in, curling up. 

He pauses, staring right at you. You blink blearily at him, dazed through the fog of arousal—it takes you a while to realize he isn’t moving his fingers anymore.

“You’re crying,” he says, with hints of worry.

You whine, moving your hips for him—god, you could do it even just like this—and you get so lost in it that you ignore the flaming ache on your legs as you continue the stimulation. 

“You—you’re so—” you arch when he helps you and curls his finger once again, “—big, Sho, please, please, please—”

Hinata whispers curses as he hovers over your mouth. You can barely kiss him, too lost in the pleasure of just his fingers to aim for his mouth. He grins against your mouth and thumbs on your clit. You sob, knees buckling, but with just one large hand under your thigh, he’s holding you up, keeping you pinned there, just to take whatever he gives you.

Hinata coos when you whine against his ear, a desperate yet fruitless plea. “S-Shouyou—”

“You’re so cute,” he murmurs lovingly, a damning contrast to his unforgiving pace.

“Shouyou,” you all but wail, head falling back and knocking against the wall. The pain doesn’t register. All you can feel are just his fingers bringing you to heights of pleasure you’ve never reached, his hand keeping you steady, and his tongue tracing your neck to your ear, and—

“A-Ah, wait, Shouyou,” you say, waking from the daze to weakly push his arm away. “I’m about to—”

But you can’t compete with his strength of a pro athlete. The movement of the muscles on his arms is hypnotizing, yet you go cross-eyed and lose focus when he prompts his pace to go faster—deeper, meaner. 

“From just my fingers?” The look in his eyes makes yours widen. Lust. Hunger. You’ve seen that look in court, but it’s different here, the room heating up by your colliding breaths, Hinata bringing you to your climax with just two fingers. It’s different, and he’s different. “Show me. Show me how good I’m making you feel with just this, come on.”

atsumu who goes above and beyond to impress you, his crush and classmate of four years, in all definitions of “impress.”

honestly how the fuck isn't it obvious to you by now, he might as well be walking around with “i like y/n” tattooed on his forehead.

you mention you like guys that can cook once and holy fuck atsumu who still doesn't know how to use the microwave without quite literally burning the food, who's never chopped onions before without ending up with enough cuts to bandage his whole hand— that atsumu practices for weeks and stays up till 2 am to prepare for the lunch he'll make for himself, because osamu said said no and then because you bring homemade lunch to stay and eat in class with your friends— he'll casually just plop down on the seat next to you, his friends will then very obviously willingly talk loudly about his lunch and he'll just throw in a, “yeah, made it maself, 'm a solid chef, who do ya think taught 'samu?”

okay if that didn't get your attention, no worries, what are his friends there for?

if atsumu gets lucky in a day and catches you chatting away with your friends in the hallway, then he instructs his friends to walk past you, hover in the corner, just within your earshot— “'kay, so when we pass her by, ya gotta speak ma name real loud, loud enough so she can hear it, but don't annoy her”

and so for the time you stand there, trying to hold a conversation with your friends, all your mind can really focus on is the, “atsumu was so fucking good in practice today, if we're gonna win, then it'll be all him”

and then you hear the subject of the conversation speak, “nah, we're a team, every time we win, it's all thanks ta you guys,” because you also mentioned you like modest, humble guys.

god forbid the days you're absent in class.

atsumu who's sulking all day, doesn't know what the fuck is going on in classes, he's half in and half not in every conversation, even his passes are sloppy and weak. to the point osamu and suna are concerned, well, in their own ways, “are ya constipated or something, yer missin’ your spikes and yer passes as clumsy,” osamu says off-handedly.

“i heard y/n didn't come today, i think her friends said she's sick.” suna chips in, and atsumu shrinks in his spot like a grumpy cat.

“i already know that, wouldn't have come today if i knew she wasn't comin’.”

“you'd miss practice then.”

“don't care, don't talk to me, don't wanna do anything, what's the point.”

“down fucking bad,” suna muses, and atsumu glares at him.

atsumu's day is ruined and his disappointment is immeasurable. why did you get sick? how could you get sick? now he's worried and half of himself and his passes are shit and god, he wants to see you. he feels like he could die.

then when you finally show up the next day after what felt like eternity to atsumu, you find on your desk a pile of snacks with a little note— banana milk, everyone knows it's your favourite, the bar of chocolate they only sell down the convenience store near the school, the glazed donuts that you're always eating in class, and a lot of bubblegums that only one person in class knows you like— atsumu's handwriting is rushed and barely comprehensive but you know it by heart because he doesn't know you saw him slip the note you found in your locker this morning, and countless other mornings—

“i hope you smile because of this”

atsumu as a secret admirer is... not so secret because he's still unaware that you see him every morning, and let him giggle to himself as he slips the notes and the strips of bubblegums in your locker— you don't even like that flavor.

but he gave them, so you think they might just be your favourite.

then again, maybe atsumu doesn't want to be a secret admirer.

atsumu has a crush on you and you know that— he's very obvious. but he's also very dense and doesn't realise that everyone besides him can see you like him too. he doesn't know the only reason you bring homemade lunch is because he had started to eat lunch in class with his friends. you stand in the hallways with your friends pretending to talk so that when atsumu's walking past you, his friends will practically yell his name and you'll see him blushing shyly. he still doesn't know you come to his every match, cheering for him and scream with joy at every one of his scores.

atsumu makes it obvious he has a crush on you but is stupidly dense that you reciprocate all the same :'))))

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