#then he was conscious and simply fucking hilarious okay god he’s insane

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i love how megumi is like the certified person to use for any angst related storylines. that kid could fit so much trauma in him it’s insane.

i just can’t wait to see megumi interacting with everyone when he’s feeling a little better. like i know he would win everyone over with his little shit attitude & quiet menace ways. i just know that the students would hear megumi cursing up a storm, humbling gojo with a funny ass insult, & needing to be tied to a pole to keep himself from unleashing his trump card onto the zenin & boom, you’ll have panda taking out a pen & paper, forcing megumi to sign himself over to them because HE IS THEIR BABY NOW. gojo who? toji where? no. the current first years has took custody. megumi didn’t know wtf he was signing though. he just thought they wanted to know how to spell his name or some shit.

cue gojo being a little fed up that everyone is after his son. THESE BITCHES TRYNA REPLACE HIM. he simply can’t let this be. now imagine a weird ass custody battle between an adult & a bunch of teenagers.

Panda, with adoption forms: just sign rightttttttt there

Megumi, blind as hell, thinks these are school enrollment forms: I don’t know why we need to fill out this paperwork now

Panda, sweating: we have to be mindful of deadlines fushiguro

Megumi: I guess

legitimately megumi cannot escape Boyhood. It’s too late for him. He’s already Their Boy.

Fundamentally all of the second years are completely insane so they take one look at this fully feral biting child who won’t stop trying to kill himself to have the last word and are filled with unspeakable fondness for him. He’s their little flour sack child they’re communally raising for health class.

Gojo has a lot of Literal Children throwing a lot of shade about his ability to raise his own child and it confuses him. This is not a group activity. Well it is but it’s a group activity with Nanami and Shoko.

Megumi does not know what about him inspires teen parenthood in others but he needs it to stop.

#jjk #continuing my megumi is the baby of the group agenda #he’s Everyone’s Boy #But Mostly Yuuta’s #the thing is megumi is legitimately one of the most capable characters in the show #he’s powerful and very tactically minded like he’s the guy who should have his shit on lock #and yet everyone who sees him decides he’s their little boy #legitimately why does this keep happening to him #look when they first met megumi he was seriously fucked up and they got attached to him when he was still delirious and mostly unconscious #then he was conscious and simply fucking hilarious okay god he’s insane #they formed their initial impression when he was their Only Kohai who needed his senpais to protect him #if megumi knew they thought this he would be incapable of expressing in strong enough terms how little he wanted that to be the result of #this situation #the second years are protective of all their underclassmen but megumi #megumi is the only one who is Their Boy #sea glass gardens

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what happened the first time Wes tried to crack open the Danny is Phantom conspiracy did he like, confront Danny first or was it all behind his back like, maybe hoping ground zero would be lost among the gossip and that Danny wouldn't find out who spilled the beans once everyone knew

I mean it obviously wouldn't work because nobody believed him and the gossip didn't take off very far beyond a few people talking about Wes being kinda weird

I should absolutely write a fic about this.

I am absolutely going to write a fic about this.

I AM RIGHT NOW GOING TO WRITE A FIC ABOUT THIS.

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"Hey Fenton! Fenton!!" Dash came bounding over and threw a meaty arm around his shoulder.

"Jesus Dash! What?!" Danny buckled under the weight (pretended to anyway) as Dash gave him a surprisingly lighthearted punch on the arm.

"You haven't heard?! Wes has this total batshit insane theory, it's hilarious!"

Dash was in a genuine giggle-fit, Danny didn't think he'd ever seen him this merry, he was also starting to suspect he was going to leave this conversation being the butt of the joke somehow. Wait-

"Wes? Who the heck is Wes?" Danny asked, it wasn't like he knew everyone in school, like Dash seemed to.

"He's on the basketball team, you know, tall guy, red hair, threw a sick move at least month's game! You know, WES!"

"I didn't watch that game."

"Oh," said Dash, flatly, "Oh yeah, almost forgot you're a total nerd. Anyway, like I was saying!"

Dash grabbed Danny by the shoulders and nearly lifted him off the floor.

"Wes thinks," he could barely speak through his giggling, he even snorted a few times, "Wes thinks your secretly PHANTOM."

Dash dropped Danny back down as he doubled over laughing.

"Could you imagine?! You! You're not even DEAD!" Dash honest to god slapped his knee in mirth.

Danny went through an incredibly swift array of emotions in the span of about five seconds.

The first was fear, clear and bracing, then came confusion, how did he know? Had he seen something? Then there was hope, Dash didn't believe it, and if DASH didn't believe it, maybe nobody else believed it either. Then relief, he could roll with this, he could TOTALLY roll with this! Dash was right! It was absurd, it was ridiculous, it was hilarious, him being Phantom? What utter nonsense!

Sam and Tucker had been standing by his side at a Dash-safe distance, looking absolutely horrified. Sam looked ready to jump in and lay down a swift defence, but Danny gave a quick little low wave for her to stand down. He got this.

"Oh my god SERIOUSLY?" Danny busted out a slightly hysterical laugh, okay so he wasn't completely over the initial terrified anxiety.

"How could I- I mean what- WHY does he think I'M Phantom?! I mean how does that even work I don't-"

Dash clapped him on the shoulder, this was probably the most contact he'd ever had with him without being physically assaulted.

"I know right?! Like apparently he thinks you look alike? And he's all like 'But I've seen his eyes glow green' and 'they're never in the same roo-hoo-hoom." Dash wheezed and started hacking and coughing.

Danny carefully constructed a look of offence.

"Hey I mean, it's not THAT funny. Why couldn't I be Phantom! I know how to use a Fenton Thermos! Look I even HAVE one right-" he torn open his backpack and pulled one out, making sure to fumble it in a terrific display of fuck-uppery and drop it noisily on the cafeteria floor, he dropped to his knees trying to grab it but knocked it under a table.

A few girls standing nearby who'd been listening in started tittering, one of the guys sitting at the table snorted milk through his nose and Dash was just about on the floor in hysterics.

Even Sam and Tucker covered their mouths in an attempt to look like they were holding in laughter. Tucker muttered to Sam, just loud enough for people around to hear.

"I mean, he's our friend and we love him, but god that was painful to watch. He knows he's terrible at ghost hunting! He's got like, nothing but thumbs."

Danny climbed under the table, grabbed at the thermos and lifted it up as he crawled back out.

"See! See! I have a thermos! I could TOTALLY be Phantom!"

Sam walked over and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "It's okay bud, I think you'd be a great Phantom." her voice was thick with her usual sarcasm, soaked in pity though it were.

Danny's ears burned in embarrassment, he might have been humiliating himself on purpose, but it was still humiliating, watching everyone laugh at him for being so weak and incompetent. He was grateful to his friends for pushing through their discomfort and keeping up the act, it was still painful, but it came with a wash of pure unadulterated relief.

Nobody believed this Wes guy, nobody thought it could be even remotely possible. People would talk about it for a little while, have a laugh, maybe there would be a few memes and in-jokes, but eventually it would drop off. People would forget all about it and it would be just another notch on the gossip mill belt.

Even if someone DID believe it, they could never admit it for fear of vicious ridicule, for once in his life peer pressure was his friend.

And then Wes walked in.

Once Danny saw him he realised that he did recognise Wes, he'd seen him hanging around Kwan a few times, and chatting with Star, he was also in Danny's english class. That was about as familiar as he got with the guy, they'd never spoken a word to each other.

Wes had a terrifying expression of seething fury ripping across his face. He was glaring at Dash.

"It's NOT. FUNNY."

Dash was completely unable to stand, it was honestly overkill, Danny almost thought he was hamming it up on purpose, but maybe not, his face was turning an alarming shade of red after all.

"Wes don-" Dash gasped. "Don't do this to me man, I can't brea-" Dash was gasping for air, trying desperately to hold down the giggles.

Danny could almost see steam rising as Wes seethed. Then suddenly that furious stare was shooting daggers straight at him. Danny shrank into himself, looking as small and helpless as he possibly could.

"Uh hey Wes, um, I've heard the news." he joked tacking on a nervous laugh for emphasis. "Uh, soooo," he tossed the thermos from hand to hand, nearly dropping it again. "Is this like, just a joke or do you really-?"

Dash continued to wheeze, Kwan was holding him up by the arm, muttering about getting some water to cool off.

Wes strode over until he and Danny were face to face, he was taller by a good couple inches, even more so with Danny making a conscious effort to appear small.

Wes jabbed a sharp finger into his collarbone.

"Don't think I'm fooled by this pathetic act you've got going on, I am ONTO you, Phantom." he spat.

Danny glanced sidelong at the table beside him, silently begging for assistance, they only watched in silence, strained faces trying not to laugh. A glance the other way to his friends, they simply shrugged.

"Um, okaaay," Danny started backing away slowly. "Uh look Wes I am honestly really flattered but, do we really look that alike?" Danny ran a hand through his hair and then pointed up at Wes. "I mean we BOTH kinda have Phantom's haircut."

Sam deadpanned from the sidelines, "Maybe they're BOTH Phantom."

"We should start marketing that haircut." Tucker muttered to himself, tapping something on his tablet. "We could make a fortune, are you any good at hairdressing?"

Sam shot him a look of disgust and did not dignify the question with a response.

"Don't play dumb you two," said Wes, flipping his focus, "You're definitely in on this!"

The entire cafeteria was awash with giggles by this point. Just about everyone had heard about Wes' theory, but were mostly convinced it was some kinda joke. Now? Now they knew Wes was straight up fucking delusional.

He glanced around as people laughed, at him. At HIM.

"It's not funny!" he yelled over the crowed, the tittering increased in volume. Someone across the room yelled-

"Hey if I get the haircut, can I be Phantom too?"

One of the goths stood up on her seat.

"I've GOT the haircut! Mom says it's MY TURN to be the Phantom!"

There was a fresh round of mirthful laughter, some kids wheezing as hard as Dash had been. Another few kids piped up above the cacophony, throwing jokes of their own.

"I've got a soup thermos so I'm Phantom now, sorry sweaty I don't make the rules."

"If I wear a Phantom shirt does that make me Phantom ALL the time or am I only Phantom when I'm wearing it?"

"I have an ass, Phantom has an ass. Conclusion: I am Phantom's ass."

"Tag yourself I'm the thermos."

"DO THE BUTTS MATCH?"

Wes had been trying to scream over the din, infuriated, desperate to find SOMEONE who would listen.

Danny gave him a pat on the back.

"Hey, if it makes you feel any better, The Guys in White once hunted some guy down because he had white hair, if a government agency can fuck that up then-"

Wes slugged him.

It wasn't a particularly solid punch like Dash's hits, it was quick and precise, Was wasn't a brawny guy, but he was lean and fast and had good aim.

Danny whuffed out a heavy breath as Wes' fist collided with his sternum and he collapsed to the floor.

Everyone in the cafeteria lost their shit, a few people screamed and one table of football jocks all stood up chanting, "FIGHT. FIGHT. FIGHT. FIGHT."

Tucker ran over to him as Sam stepped up and without hesitation slammed a fist straight into Wes' nose.

The footballers lost their minds, one of the goths stood up on their table screaming "REPRESEEENT!!"

Wes backed up immediately, crying out from the sharp pain blossoming across his face, he'd never been hit before and couldn't pull his thoughts together quick enough to throw a punch back at her, so he was taken by surprise once again as Sam placed a solid roundhouse kick to his stomach.

He had certainly not been expecting that kind of brute strength from her, she had incapacitated him swiftly and effectively, barely having broken a sweat.

One of his teammates hollered over the crowd and came barrelling down on the goth, she dodged without batting an eye and darted nimbly out of the way, giving the guy a quick kick in the pants to throw him off balance as she rocketed for the cafeteria door.

As Wes took a deep breath through his mouth, his nose dripping blood, he realised that Danny and Tucker were gone. The fight had lasted only seconds but Sam had run distraction well enough for the boys to take off without anyone noticing, a glance around showed Tucker supporting Danny about to exit through the cafeteria doors.

The doors opened to an out of breath Mr Lancer on the other side.

"'The Light Fantastic!' WHAT is going on here?!"

Oh they were all so fucked.

#danny phantom #wes weston #I definitely wanna write a sequel in detention #danny phantom fanfiction #Lula's headcanons #Lula's fanfics

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BRUISED | 06

SUMMARY: You don’t know what you expect when your best friend and her boyfriend invite you to one of his friend’s parties. But, it certainly wasn’t for you to be at an underground boxing venue the next day and for you to be thrown into a world that you had no idea existed.

PAIRING: boxer!jungkook x reader

GENRE: non idol au, boxer!jungkook, badboy!jungkook, tattoo!jungkook, angst, fluff, smut

WARNING: 5.2k+

WORD COUNT: oh boy, let’s get the usuals out of the way :)) excessive alcohol consumption, drug use, explicit language. ALRIGHTY - shotgunning, jungkook really do be a jealous boy, oral [ m + f receiving ], slight nipple play [ OC has nipple piercings ], dirty talk, panty ripping, bit o’ fingering, dom/sob undertones [ jungkook is kinda possessive ], unprotected sex [ pls don’t have children if ur not ready to ], riding, lots of marking [ like I said: possessive ], forgive me father for I have SINNED, kinda fluffy at the end, little bit of angst OKAY BYE HAVE FUN

A/N: i really love the whole jungkook with tattoos and him being a boxer/ badboy so I have decided to write my own! this will have updates alternating with mélomanie most likely but, i also have to keep up with my wattpad schedule. please tell me what you think and ask if you would like to be added to the tag list <3

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CHAPTER SIX

There weren’t many things that Jungkook was sure of but, one certain thing was that you were going to drive him insane. Most of the time, he doesn’t get jealous easily, simply because he doesn’t care. But, then you came into his life, like a firecracker that had been set off and thrown into his garden accidentally. You were different, that much was obvious and because of that, he found himself falling head over heels for you. He would watch the way your eyes would widen considerably when you wanted something, the way your nose would crinkle slightly when you were confused; every mannerism he picked up on he found himself adoring. But, his favourite thing was your laugh. Jungkook knew you were by no means innocent, you drank more than would be considered advisable and the first time he met you you were high but, every time you laughed he would forget that. It was high-pitched and quiet, as though you were a schoolgirl trying hard to keep a secret but you were finding it too hilarious to not share.

God, he wished he hadn’t walked past Jimin and Taemin as they were talking about you. He only caught the end of it, about how you knew that Jungkook liked you. God, he wished he hadn’t let them spot him and, boy, did he wish he hadn’t let himself hope that you returned his feelings. Granted, he knew that there was little to no chance of that happening; the first time you met you had kicked him in the balls and smiled the whole time — you probably wouldn’t touch him with a stick. That didn’t mean it hurt any less when he saw you pressed against Kai in the kitchen. Maybe she’s trying to let me down easy? Jungkook hadn’t realised how naïve he had become when it came to you. In his eyes, you could do no wrong and you were an angel, maybe even sent down to repent him of his sins. He was taken by surprise when said ‘angel’ was grinding against another man right in front of him.

Now, he knew that he had no right to be jealous — he had no ownership of you and you were friends at best. But, the fact that you were aware of his feelings and you made the conscious decision to hook up with someone where you knew he could see — that hurt a lot. The girl, whose name he had long forgotten, had quickly gotten the message he wasn’t interested once he had stopped reciprocating her advances and become far more interested in the entire vodka bottle he had consumed. Then, he was left alone to watch you leave for a corner with Kai. Fuck this.

It wasn’t just jealousy that coursed through his veins as he stormed out the front door and onto the wrap-around deck that all Fraternity Houses has: it was fury. Jungkook knew he didn’t deserve it. Sure, he had been a right dick at first but, all he had done was try and make up for it since then. Even with Hongjoong, all he wanted to do was protect you but, it was for nothing.

Spotting a bench at the far left of the deck, he sighed and stumbled over to it, throwing himself into it tiredly as his eyes traced the patterns in the wooden panels above him. Stick his hand into his left pocket, he pulled out the blunt that Namjoon had handed him when he had first arrived. He might as well. Just as he had burnt the twisted end off the blunt and he has just placed it into his mouth, the front door swung open again. And there you were; wild-eyed, lipstick smudged and hair everywhere. He couldn’t help the dark chuckle that vibrated through his chest.

A part of him even swore that relief flashed through your eyes when you spotted him but, he knew that he was being ridiculous. Maybe not, he thought as you walked as quickly as the five-inch heels you wore allowed you to. You came to a stop right in front of him, not bothering to hide how your eyes traced every single detail of him whilst he did the same (he especially took note of the various love bites littering your neck).

“I’m an idiot.” That was all you could think to say. You had wanted to say everything all at once so that he wouldn’t have a chance to interrupt but, instead, you said that. Jungkook arched an eyebrow at you, leaning back on the bench as his legs spread wide, the hand holding the blunt resting idly on his right thigh.

Clicking his tongue, a grim smile spread across his lips as he looked at you, “There’s no need,” he said, voice slightly hoarse, “I got the message loud and clear.”

Well, that didn’t go as planned. You shook your head rapidly, widening your eyes to try and appeal to him so he could believe you. “No. I thought I was clever trying to make you jealous,” you averted your eyes, “Fuck. Why did I not consider the fact that you thought I didn’t return your feelings?” When you looked back, he had placed the blunt back into his mouth and was taking a long drag.

Your eyes fell to the floor as your shoulders sank, losing any hope that he would believe you from the impenetrable look in his eyes. Shuffling your feet, “I thought I was winning at whatever game we were playing but, I forgot I was the only person playing it,” your voice was small, smaller than he ever thought was possible for it to sound, “I don’t know when I started liking you but, I just know that I do — a lot.”

The silence between you both was painful. Sighing, you prepared yourself to look at him one last time before giving up and leaving. Jungkook stared at you, blinking multiple times in succession as though he couldn’t quite believe what you were saying. Instead of saying something, he held the blunt out for you to take as though it was both of your own twisted form of an olive branch. As you inhaled the sweet smoke deeply, your eyes fluttered closed and you felt your muscle relax. You didn’t know what to do with yourself; what was he thinking, did he want you to leave?

When you looked at Jungkook again, his eyes were hooded slightly and his lips were parted — there was a hint of silver in his mouth and you almost choked right there. He had a tongue piercing. As you stayed like that, stood smoking whilst he sat and surveyed you lazily, you considered leaving. Maybe he was just waiting for you to leave. As if he could sense your inner turmoil, Jungkook’s large tattooed hands grabbed onto your hips and pulled you onto his lap.

Surprised, you yelped, your skirt rising up slightly as you landed, straddling his lap with wide eyes. Jungkook simply plucked the blunt out of your mouth, taking it in between his teeth as he smirked up at you. Your breath was caught in your throat, you were keenly aware of the heat forming in your core as you found yourself pressed up against the rough denim on his thighs.

“You were trying to make me jealous,” he said, voice lower than you had ever heard it before. He pulled the blunt from his mouth and spun it around before pressing the unlit end against your lips. Eagerly, you took it into your mouth and inhaled it deeply, nodding in response to his statement simultaneously. As he chuckled, you could feel the vibrations in his chest and it went straight to your core, shivers coursing across your skin. “Well, you succeeded.”

Once again, he plucked the blunt from your mouth but, this time, he just let it dangle idly from the fingertips of his left hand. He reached forward with his other hand to took a stray curl behind your ear, humming softly as he let his fingers ghost down to your neck. “Do you have any idea what it was like to watch him touch you? To watch him do the things that I wanted to do to you?” You felt the callouses of his fingers graze over the sensitive love bites Kai had left and you bit back a moan. Jungkook chuckled almost sinisterly, “When I know I could have made you feel a million times better.”

Your mind was entirely blank; the combination of alcohol, weed and arousal was sending your body into overdrive and you couldn’t tell if you were really hot or ridiculously turned on. Either way, you were staring into his dark eyes with rounded ones of your own, mouth slightly parted as you panted lightly. Once again, Jungkook laughed at you and leant back even further before taking another drag of the blunt. He held the smoke in his mouth and grabbed your chin gently, bringing it closer towards him. His thumb pressed down on your bottom lip to part them further and he leaned forward, exhaling the smoke into your mouth with the hint of a smirk on his lips.

A whine escapes your lips and the left side of his mouth quirked up, his thumb pressing further into your mouth and out of instinct, you wrapped your lips around it. You sucked on it lightly, your tongue swirling around the digit as he watched you with gleeful eyes. Once you decided you were finished, you let his thumb go with an audible pop before looking at him through your lashes innocently.

Jungkook hummed thoughtfully, a hint of curiosity in your eyes as he tries to distract himself from the saliva he can see covering your lips, “You seemed far more enthusiastic when you were with Kai. Are you sure you have feelings for me?” You knew he was teasing but, a part of you was bothered by what he said and you felt a need to prove yourself.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, to push yourself forwards on his lap, you stopped when you could feel his hardening length against the heat of your core. You leaned forward so your lips ghosted against the shell of his ear, “All I wanted from Kai was to make you jealous. Why would I rush when I have you all to myself?” With light pressure, you ground yourself against him, smirking slightly at the choked groan he released.

Gritting his teeth, he tilted his head at you as though you were his prey, “You want me all to yourself, out here where anyone can see?” There was a glint in his eye that told you he was almost daring you, he wanted to see how far you would go.

Humming in thought, you gave a deep roll of your hips and leaned forward to press your lips against the column of his neck. You parted them slightly, nibbling at the skin teasingly with your teeth. “Why not?” You asked, there was a huskiness to your voice that had not been there before.

Jungkook cursed under his breath, gently easing you off of his, now, rock hard length, “I need another drink,” he muttered, carefully lifting you from his lap and onto the bench before he got to his feet.

A sense of dread fell over you, you must have misread the signals. Maybe he wanted nothing to do with you now and that had all been an elaborate game as revenge for hurting his feelings. Jungkook had slowly begun to walk towards the front door and you thought all hope was lost but, he turned round to face you with a cocked eyebrow.

“If you think I’m letting you out of my sight for the rest of the night, you are sorely mistaken,” he said in a low voice, holding his palm out for you to take. Giggling softly to yourself, you stumbled over to him and allowed him to wrap an arm around your waist, tugging you tightly into his side.

As you both re-entered the house, his hand slide from your waist to cup your ass firmly. Looking up at him quizzically, you saw the dark look on his face as he stared out anybody who looked at you both. You glanced around quickly, spotting Jimin and Kai who had moved to lean against the wall beside the archway into the kitchen. A low growl came from Jungkook’s chest, the vibrations from it travelling through your body as his grip tightened on you. Instead of heading to the kitchen like he had suggested before, he quickly began pulling you up the stairs behind him. You stumbled on the first step but regained your balance as you both reached the top and he guided you both inside the first unlocked door he spotted.

Jungkook locked them door behind you both, spinning around quickly to press your back against the door. Your breath hitched in your throat and you looked up at him with wide eyes, tracing the swirls of ink that laid on the curve of his neck. Bracing yourself for him to laugh in your face, you said, “I feel like there’s something we need to talk about.”

He blinked, as though he was surprised that you had proposed you both have a conversation before anything else takes place. His composure didn’t break, his tongue slipping out of his mouth to wet his lips, “Or...” his voice trailed off as a smirk curved up on the left side of his mouth, “We could talk in the morning.”

Your breath hitched in your throat again, he had a good point. You hummed, “That sounds like a good idea.” Breaths were falling from your mouth as you stared up at him with parted lips and dark eyes. Everything was silent apart from the heavy breaths coming from both of you.

The next thing you felt was the sensation of Jungkook’s soft lips pressed against your own. A surprised noise escaped your mouth, allowing him to sneak his tongue in to tangle with your own. Your hands swooped up to tangle in the waves at the nape of his neck as one hand rested against the wood of the door and the other cupped your jaw gently. His tongue swiped against your own, lips coming away for air before moving down to suck a hard kiss on your jawline.

A soft moan fell from your mouth, fingers tightening around the soft strands of hair as he licked a stripe down the column of your neck. He brought his lips back to your own, kissing you desperately as his hands moved to grip your waist firmly and pull you tight against him. The cool feeling of the titanium barbell in his tongue made you gasp in surprise, the difference in temperate sending intense heat straight to your core. Wildly, he bit down on your bottom lip lightly, pulling a moan from your mouth that gave him better access to explore.

His fingers slid down beneath the waistband of your skirt as though he expected to find the hem of your shirt to pull it up. Your thought was confirmed by the freezing of his body and the confused noise that fell from his mouth. He pulled away with a pout on his face which contrasted the atmosphere filled with tension as he looked at your outfit in confusion. You chuckled softly, pushing his body away from you lightly.

Reaching behind you, you pulled the zip down and shimmied out of it, kicking the fallen material to the side as he took another step away from you. “Oh,” he gasped, looking at the bodysuit with realisation. The emotion was quickly taken over by lust as you pulled the sleeves of it down and kicked it off to the side. Jungkook gulped visibly as he took in the sheer black lingerie that hugged your tan figure. “Jesus fuck, I’m lucky.”

A girlish laugh fell from your lips as you strode up to him, fingertips grazing over the hem of his t-shirt with a playful smile on your face. Cursing softly, he yanked his own t-shirt over his head and tossed it to somewhere on the side. His large hands wrapped around your hips and picked you up, your legs automatically straddling his waist as he walked you both back towards the bed. Jungkook leant back on his hands as you looped your arms around his neck and leaned in to press a bruising kiss against his lips, one hand sliding down to peel his shirt from his torso. 

He was a masterpiece. He was all hard lines accentuated with dark swirls of ink that only further sculpted him. A finger reached forward to trace a tattoo on his abdomen that was in a renaissance style and you smirked as he shivered beneath your touch. A smirk appeared on his own face that mirrored your own, “Still want to talk?” He asked teasingly, eyes trailing down your cleavage and to where your torso narrowed into your waist.

“Fuck no,” you breathed out, beginning to leave hot, open-mouthed kisses down his neck and his torso. With one hand, he unclipped your bra and let it fall forward as you swirled your tongue around one of his nipples, a groan slipping from his mouth as his head tipped back. Sliding further down his lap, you pushed his torso firmly until he was laid flat on his back as you held him down with a hand on either shoulder. He took that moment to pull the bra from you fully, eyes widening as he spotted the silver barbells that ran through both of your nipples.

Jungkook smirked up at you with a lazy grin on his face; with a wicked smile, you ground your crotch against him and the grin was replaced with closed eyes and parted lips. Chuckling softly, you reached down to unbutton his jeans before sliding forward to rest on his abs so you could push them and his briefs down his legs. A low whistle fell from your lips as you looked at his hard cock, there was already precum wetting the tip of it. “At least I can see why you’re so damn cocky,” you drawled, looking up towards him with a smirk curling up at the corner of your lips.

“W-What-” He stammered out, overwhelmed by the pure sexual tension filling the air between the two of you. “O-Oh-” He breathed out, eyes fluttering closed as you wrapped your lips around the head of it, kitten licking the slit and taking the salty precum into his mouth. You hollowed out your cheeks as you took his length as far as you could into your mouth, swallowing the gag as it grazed against the back of your throat. Humming around it, you looked up at him through your lashes from where you were leant over his crotch. Jungkook stared at you through lust hazed eyes as he let out small pants, “You’re so fucking sexy.”

You pulled his cock from your mouth, reaching forward to lick the bulging vein on the underneath before taking one of his heavy balls into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it. A series of curses escaped his mouth and he wrapped a strong hand around your hair to pull you back up towards him so he could kiss you hungrily. Your tongues tangled together, desperately trying to get a taste of the other; Jungkook gripped onto your hips tightly and flipped you over so he was on top of you. 

He reached down, taking the waistband of your panties in between your fingers as he hummed thoughtfully, “How much do you like these?” He asked, taking his lip in between his teeth as he eyed the dampening patch on the thin lace.

“Quite a lot?” You replied unsurely, leaning into his touch eagerly.

Jungkook clicked his tongue before he shrugged, “I’ll buy you a new pair.” Without any hesitation, he ripped your panties in two and exposed your wet cunt to the cool air. You sighed lightly, squeezing your legs together to try and soothe the ache in your core. He tutted disapprovingly, gripping your thighs tightly so he could spread them apart and you whined, desperate for any form of friction. “Hey,” he scolded teasingly, “It’s my turn now.”

You swore under your breath as his fingers spread the lips of your cunt and he blew on it, savouring the shiver that rattled your whole body as your fingers curled into the stranger’s bedsheets. One of his fingers slid through your pussy, collecting the wetness before pulling it out and examining it intently. Without a second thought, he brought his finger up to his mouth before sucking your juices off of it. The sight of it almost made your eyes roll into the back of your head as you let out a moan. 

“God, I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned before delving back into your warm cunt. He let the tip of his tongue travel from the bottom to the top of your slit, drinking in all of the juices. As he circled your hole, you breathed out shakily, eyes fluttering closed as your fists tightened on the sheets enough to peel them off the mattress. Just before he dipped into you, he moved to your clit and traced a figure eight on it with the tip of his tongue.

You squirmed against the mattress as one of your hands flew down to grip onto his wavy hair and press him into your core. Jungkook began switching between circling your clit rapidly and dipped in to lick your core. “Jesus. Jesus, shit,” you swore, tightening your grip on him that you were almost concerned you had ripped out some of the strands. “Fuck. If you keep doing that I’m going to cum.”

This only seemed to encourage him, switching to press down on your clit firmly as he curled two long fingers inside of you, each time grazing against the rough texture of your g-spot. You cried out his name, a wave of heat flushing over you as you squeezed your eyes shut when the pleasure became too much for you. Jungkook rode you through your orgasm, still lapping at your hole until you stopped trembling against the sheets. He moved back up your body to press a gentle kiss against your panting lips, you moaned into it despite the contrasting nature of it to the previous ones you had shared.

“Do you want me?” He breathed out in between licking hot kisses onto every crevice of your neck, desperate to get rid of the marks Kai had left there earlier. Unconsciously, a whine left your mouth as your fingers clawed at him lightly, desperate for him to do anything. He chuckled, “Do you?” He smirked slightly, “I could always go back out there and fetch Kai if you’d rather fuck him?” The playful tone to his voice told you he was joking but, it still made you want to throw his jealous ass out of the window.

You locked your ankles together around his waist and used all of your strength to flip the pair of your over so you were on top. Panting above him, you gently grabbed a hold of his cock with one hand before spitting directly into the other before cupping him in your hand and beginning to stroke him. He cursed under his breath and you let out a triumphant huff, “Are you clean?” You asked, raising a questioning eyebrow at him.

“W-What?” He stuttered, mind completely missing the question you had asked, too distracted by your hand’s motion on him.

You paused, rolling your eyes, “I said, are you clean? I have an IUD and I want you to cum inside me,” you stated matter-of-factly before continuing your previous action of stroking his cock as you coated him with your saliva.

“Fuck yes,” he moaned out and you giggled, shaking your head at his response. You held his cock before positioning your hole directly above it, sinking slowly down onto him until he was filling you to the brim. “Shit. Fuck. Shit,” he swore, one hand grabbing onto your waist with a deathly tight grip, “How the fuck are you this tight?”

You braced your hands on his shoulders, wiggling your hips around to try and make yourself used to his significantly larger size. As you moved, moans continued to spill from his mouth because of how every little movement would squeeze your walls around him tightly. “You okay?” he checked, peeling one eye open to look you over with concern. Your eyes were closed as your head tipped back slightly with a serene expression on your face. You were more than okay.

“Mmhmm,” you murmured in assurance before using his shoulders as leverage to left yourself almost completely off of his cock before slamming your hips back down against him. A loud curse followed by your name fell from Jungkook’s mouth and he shifted you both back so he could rest his back against the headboard, both of his hands tightly holding onto your hips. With his help, you continued to bounce yourself up and down on his cock, high-pitched moans filling the air each time the tip of his cock would slam into your g-spot or your clit would rub against his pubic bone. “Oh my god,” you gasped, one hand leaving his shoulder to grab a handful of your left tit, fingertips lightly turning the barbell in the way you knew would cause shivers to erupt on every inch of your skin, “You’re fucking me so well.”

Jungkook was slamming you down onto him at a pace you were sure would leave bruises on the backs of your thighs. “Oh really?” He grunted out, growing restless from having such a limited amount of control with you on top. As much as watching you tease your own bouncing tits was a stunning sight, he was raring to fuck you hard and fast. Swearing under his breath, he pulled you off of his cock and gently you threw you onto the mattress so you landed on your stomach. A choked gasp escaped your mouth as he grabbed onto your hips and lifted them upwards so you were on all fours. He plunged back into you at a bruising rate that made your previous one look slow. “You like how I’m filling you with my cock, hmm?” He growled out, fingernails embedding themselves into your skin but neither of you could find it within yourselves to care.

“Yes!” You cried out, tears streaming down your face from the overwhelming pleasure you were receiving as every pound of his cock slammed against your g-spot to the point white spots were beginning to form at the edge of your vision. “My cunt is so full! I love it - I love your cock,” you screamed out. If the entirety of the downstairs hadn’t heard you both by now, they must have gone deaf. 

Desperate to reach your second orgasm of the night, you brought one hand down to circle your clit with an unforgiving pace, occasionally pressing into the small bundle of nerves harshly. Jungkook leaned forward, teeth finding the flesh of your shoulders as he left raw, dark marks across the flesh, “Your pussy’s made for me. Who’s pussy is this?” He demanded, voice so much lower than you had ever heard it before. “I didn’t hear you, who’s pussy is this?” 

Gasps were coming from your mouth at an uncontrollable rate as your vision blurred from the pleasure both yourself and Jungkook were giving you. “Yours,” you managed to make out, words almost impossible to form as your mind came up blank, “Yours.” Sobs were falling from your mouth, you were so desperate to find your peak and the pleasure was quickly ascending into overstimulation.

“That’s right,” he growled, pressing soothing kissed over the marks he had left littered over your neck and shoulders, “You look you need to cum. Are you going to come for me?” He let his own left hand slip forward to toy with your nipples, twisting the barbell with more viciousness than you had previously but, not enough to cause you any pain. Jungkook was desperate for you to finish before he tipped over the edge as well.

That was it. Your mind splintered, unable to entirely comprehend what was happening to your body. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” you repeated mindlessly as your arms gave out, his name spilling from your mouth like a mantra as you juices flowed out around his cock. The excruciating tightening of your walls set Jungkook off as well, his hips stuttering as he began to coat your walls with his warm seed. You moaned tiredly into the mattress at the feeling; the back of your mind only slightly registering him fucking you both through your orgasms, somehow able to maintain his unforgiving pace. 

He slowed his thrusts and fell forwards to rest lightly on top of you, his right arm saving you from being crushed under his weight. Just as he was about to pull out, you brought your hand back to hold him against you; a whine sounding from your throat at the thought of being empty. Jungkook chuckled, holding you against him before shifting you both so you were on your sides but, he remained inside of you and none of his cum could fall out. A sound akin to that of a cat purring met his ears and he couldn’t help the gleeful smile that had appeared on his face. 

He swooped your hair to the side and pressed a soft kiss into the juncture of your neck, your skin sticky with sweat from the orgasm that had wrecked you. Humming into the side of your neck, he murmured, “So, how about that talk?”

A tired whine came from his right and a loud, joyful laugh filled the room.

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A/N: OJO hi guys,,, this is pretty much the second smut I’ve ever written so I am SO nervous to post this. anyway, if you could tell me how you think it was that would be great and if there’s anything I could improve upon or even if you’d want another part with smut??

some random stuff in my life: i’m super nervous for the history test i’m supposed to be revising for because they're sources and they're kind of different to essays which :(( i love. also, i had my prize giving today and it was so nerve-wracking, i hate standing up in front of people and stuff and i was convinced I was going to fall off the stage BUT i didn't so that's great !! also,,, I got a distinction in my English Language Speaking which was surprising.

Anyway tysm so much for reading, the engagement on this series is INSANE and it will never cease to blow my mind - sometimes i don’t even think its real bc like?? why are you all reading my writing??

I love reading your comments and what you think about my writing it means the world to me, genuinely!! please feel from to PM me if you ever want to chat I really want to make some new friends and I just :(( love you all <3

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