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I'm Only Human (You Are Something Magic) - also on AO3
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Brandon gets hit with the magic belonging to Julia and Brody, and has a mostly horrible day about it. Only mostly.
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Bingo square I2 complete, and my fourth bingo on my board! I only have 6 more squares before Black Out. Wahoo! Title, as with all of the series, from Moonlight Magic by Ashnikko.
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Brandon was just trying to find the EVP locker room.
The entire venue’s labels for the locker rooms had been scrambled around, due to some bullshit probably caused by Caster or Chuck or, god, Silver. He’d already walked in on Willow and Skye arguing, and on Garcia and Yuta doing something similar but involving their dicks out.
He didn’t need to crash into the House of Black’s locker room and get slapped in the face with something that made him feel both neon and strangled at the same time.
“Guys,” he says, forcing the words out through some strange, foamy version of air. “Something’s wrong.”
“Of course something’s wrong!” Julia snaps. “You’re in our locker room.”
He can see her – her eye. It’s not black. It’s every color he’s ever seen in the universe and then some he can’t name, but mostly green. God, so much green. He thinks he can see the entire galaxy’s plan there, but he doesn’t know how to read its language. “I – I can see in your eye,” he mumbles. “The Elite are in locker room 116, aren’t they.”
“By the gods,” Malakai mutters.
Brandon turns to him, only to see Malakai’s entire body lit up with the same exuberant color combination as Julia’s eye. “Why are you not all in black?” he asks, frowning. “You – what – your skin is…Teal? Blue?” He blinks and shakes his head. “What the eff is going on here?”
“If there was ever a moment that earned a curse word, this would be it,” Brody says. His colors are centered around his hands, fingertips wrapped in pastel pinks and blues that manage to shoot into the room. “You took our magic.”
“I – what?!” He looks between the three of them, suddenly inundated with the sheer knowledge. “I took your – not on purpose!” He looks down at his hands, and he glows yellow and blue, the same color as his gear. “Aw, man! I don’t even like those colors together!”
“They suit you,” Julia says. “Thief.”
“I’m not a thief if it wasn’t on purpose,” Brandon groans. “I didn’t – help!”
Malakai frowns. “We – I will. But they,” he nods over to Julia and Brody, “are all but powerless at the moment. I’ll need to do some digging. Explore the texts.” He sighs. “I’ve never had the magic go rogue before.”
Brandon’s first thought is to ask what texts, but then the answer presents to him as if conjured from the air. “I didn’t – you guys have actual powers?” He stares. “How is that possible?”
“There are powers beyond the science you mortals are taught in schools.”
Brandon blinks at him. “Mortals,” he repeats. “What the hell, is this Percy Jackson or something?”
“Please,” Julia says, folding her arms across her chest, managing to look menacing even when pocket sized and glowing a soft mint green. “Malakai’s been gifted eternal life for the work he’s been doing to maintain the balance of energy in the universe.” She pouts. “And he was sharing it with us, but then he took our magic away.”
He turns to Julia. “Yes, because you began messing with people’s love lives without asking.”
Julia rolls her green eyes. “Kris and Willow weren’t complaining this morning.”
“Actually, they were,” Malakai snaps. Brandon watches as Julia’s eyes widen.
Julia shrinks back. “Oh,” she says, fiddling with her fingers. “It was last night, anyway, and it’s over. So you can’t be too mad.” She shrugs and taps her sharp fingernails against each other. “Really, Malakai, you can’t think that we’ve only done this twice.”
Malakai sighs, a tone Brandon recognizes from whenever Hangman is dealing with Matt’s particularly chaotic moments. “Okay,” Malakai says. He looks dangerous, colors deeper and more jewel toned as he locks eyes on Brandon. “You tell no one about this. You may have the power of two, but I hold the power of all.” He moves his hand to prove it, and the strike of color is enough to make Brandon understand the potency of his magic. He knows what Malakai can do to him. He knows what Julia and Brody could do, before he’d absorbed their powers.
“Wait,” Brandon says. “What can I do?” He looks down at his hands, swirling color and power. “Can I make things appear by thinking about them?” Into his hands pop a can of Diet Coke. “Oh. I can.”
“No,” Malakai says. “Don’t you dare do so on purpose. You be careful what you say. You never know what the universe will interpret as a command.” He stares at Brandon, telling him so much with a look that Brandon can’t quite figure out. “You don’t know how to use this skill. For you, it’d be akin to trying to lift Paul Wight.”
Brandon rolls his eyes. “Sure. Tell me, a brand new magic using person, that my power can be misunderstood from the universe.” He leans against the door. “That’s a kick in the pants.”
Brody yelps and jumps. “What the hell, man?”
Brandon’s eyes widen. “What?”
“You made the – I got kicked,” Brody says, frowning. “Watch the metaphors, you idiot.”
“I – I’m sorry,” he says. “I swear, I’ll do better. I’ll be careful.” He wants to prove it. “Um. I hope you feel better.” He puts some sort of intent into it, stares at Brody.
“The fuck is he doing?” Brody asks, and he turns to Malakai, looking baffled. “Malakai, what the fuck is the stooge doing?”
“Don’t be mean about it,” Brandon grumbles. “I’m trying to, like, unkick your pants.”
Brody stares at him so intently Brandon thinks he’s about to get murdered, then he exhales. “Jesus Christ.” Brody drops on the chair and grabs Julia’s hand, pulling her in his lap.
At least that’s confirmation Brandon was right about something. He’d suspected.
“Go out and – and pretend you’re normal,” Malakai said, sounding exasperated. “And watch yourself with what you say. You could cause a problem.”
Brandon opens his mouth, but thinks better of it. “Okay,” he says. He steps backward out of the House of Black’s locker room. “You have my number, right?”
“No,” Malakai says. “But I don’t need it. You’re leaving a massive trail of magic behind you. I’ll easily find you.”
Brandon tries not to react at the disgusted expression on Julia’s face, and walks out of there, frustrated. He almost slams into MJF as he walks down the hallway.
MJF looks him up and down. “The hell is wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” Brandon snaps. “I’m fine. Go talk to Tony or something.” It takes a second for him to understand the reason for MJF’s newly blank stare and sudden change of direction. “Only if you need to!” he calls.
MJF throws a bewildered but still pretty pissy expression over his shoulder, but Brandon exhales. If he ignores people, he’ll be okay.
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He cannot ignore people. Matt insists on a BTE bit where Brandon accidentally turns one of the Iron Savages’ hair blue, Tony involves him in a media interview where he stays quiet until he figures out how to answer questions with yes or no weird answers without a single metaphor, and he runs into Buddy Matthews, who stomps away and glares at him. Which, while not unexpected, was kind of a cherry on top of a bad day. When he finally gets to the gym, he puts on his headphones and tries to block it all out. Pushing his body to the limit, an ache in his legs and arms, helps quell the anxiety. A little bit.
He’s about to leave when he sees that Mox has made his way into the gym and was on the rower. He sighs.
U want me to talk 2 Mox for u?
Matt texts back in the group chat almost immediately. omg yes please I owe you my life
Brand squeezes his eyes shut. He can do this. He can talk to a human today and not accidentally magic them into dying or something. Just like every other day of his life.
“Mox!” Brandon says, jogging over. “Hey. Bucks wanted to ask you a question about that mentorship program that you were brainstorming, but they haven’t caught you. Wanted to know what you thought.”
Mox pauses mid row. “Oh, for the wrestlers under 23?” he asks. “Yeah. I figured we’d create an application process or something with basic personality details, style of wrestling, whatever, then match mentors to mentees.” He begins rowing again, faster than before. “Make sure none of the young kids fall through the cracks, you know?”
Brandon stays there as Mox gives him details, typing furiously on his phone. They talk for long enough that Mox’s timer on the rowing machine beeps and he leaps up, shrugging off his hoodie. Brandon might have his eyes on a certain Dark Order member, but he’s the first to admit that Mox has been looking great lately.
“I’m shit at technology, so I figure you and a Buck or whatever can figure out how to make the form.” He mops his sweaty forehead with his hoodie and Brandon thinks he does a great job of pretending this is normal.
“I appreciate you, Mox,” Brandon says, clapping him on the shoulder. “You always go the extra mile.”
Mox frowns. “I – I’ll be right back.”
Brandon watches as Mox begins to circle the small indoor track, looking befuddled, before he realizes what he’s done. “Wait!” he yells. “Don’t – do run more than your usual workout expects you to!”
Immediately, Mox slows to a walk on the other side of the track, expression displeased. “The fuck was that?” he mutters. “I never run.” He shakes out his body, looking baffled. “Whatever. CC me or whatever on the email you send to the Bucks, okay?”
Brandon nods and tries to choose his words carefully. “I hope your workout is good! I’ll see you later.”
Mox nods and bounces on his toes. “I think I’m gonna hit the weights again.” He rolls his shoulders, shooting a grin at Brandon. “I’m feeling jacked today, you know?”
Brandon sighs as he walks away. He still can’t figure out what the universe takes as a command and what it ignores as he makes his way around the venue, checking in with people and trying to gauge which phrases can be taken the wrong way. He worries, briefly, that he turns Orange Cassidy into a literal orange when all he did was say hello, but the orange gleam in his eye was fleeting and disappeared before Brandon could blink. He considers it a non-issue and makes the choice not to think about it anymore.
“Brandon!”
He whirls around and sees Alex Reynolds’ head popping out of a locker room. “Hey.”
Brandon feels his entire body flush with warmth. “Hi,” he says, and he really doesn’t want to do this right now, not when he could ruin anything with a bad idiom or a pun. “Hi, Alex.”
Alex wiggles his eyebrows. “Got the locker room to myself,” he says. “Wanna come hang out?”
Brandon knows what that means. And he’s not able to resist. He looks behind him to make sure nobody’s watching, then skips down the hallway and slides into the locker room.
Alex looks like a dream, his hair resting down his shoulders and beard looking irresistible. “Hey.” Brandon says. “How – how are you?”
“Really?” Alex asks, stepping toward Brandon. Brandon leans against the door to close it, widening his stance so Alex can step between his legs. “How are you? That’s how you’re gonna start this?”
“I think you started it when you invited me in here,” Brandon says. He kisses Alex slowly, taking his time. “Hi,” he murmurs against Alex’s lips. “Missed you.”
“Missed you, too,” Alex replies. He pulls back and kisses Brandon’s nose. “How have things been?”
Brandon opens his mouth, then snaps it shut. “Um. Really strange,” he decides to land on. “Like, super weird.” He thinks about how he could explain things to Alex without something going horribly wrong. “I ran into the House of Black.”
Alex’s eyes widen. “Oh, shit.”
“Yeah,” Brandon says. He double checks that the door is locked. He doesn’t know why he’s willing to tell Alex, to drag him into it. But he does think his chance at a blow job is lower if he says the wrong thing and turns Alex into a llama or something. “Watch what happens when I say this: Your hair makes you look like a shampoo model.”
For a second, Alex frowns, looking confused. “What am I supposed to be watching?”
Brandon frowns. “Um. Something should have happened.” He tilts his head to the side. “Wait, shake your head a little or something.”
Alex shakes, and there it is. His hair cascades in perfect, shiny locks around him in slow motion, the look on his face a content, pretty smile.
“That’s what I mean,” Brandon says. “Here, move in front of the mirror.” Alex goes easily as Brandon leads him to the bathroom. “Now shake your head again. Just like you did, but keep your eyes open this time.”
Alex does as Brandon suggests, and his eyes widen. “My hair moves in slow motion,” he says, almost muttering to himself. “What the hell, Brandon?”
“It was – I don’t know what happened, I swear, but the House of Black has some wild powers and they got, uh, into me.”
Alex raises an eyebrow. “They put their magic into you? Is this a weird way to say you’re fucking somebody else?”
“No!” Brandon says. “No, not – that is not what I mean. They literally put their weird magic into me by accident so now I can do…” He pauses. “Stuff. I don’t know how it works. Malakai’s trying to get the power out of me, though.”
Alex raises an eyebrow. “But you’re still, like, in your own mind, right?”
“Yes,” Brandon says, and he can’t resist a smile.
“Get over here.”
Alex yanks him in and kisses him and shoves him back against the door. When he drops to his knees, Brandon’s pretty sure he sees God, and she’s giving him a thumbs up.
He tangles his fingers in Alex’s perfect hair, revels in the warmth of Alex’s perfect mouth, and slides his fingers into Alex’s when he comes.
“Damn,” Brandon pants, trying to find his legs underneath him as he comes down from it. “Get on the couch or something, I have to do you next.”
Alex stands, grinning. “Yeah?” He shakes his head and he goes in slow motion again, his frown appearing at the same pace. “Any way you can make that stop happening?”
“Oh!” Brandon says. “Yeah, probably. Um. You have your normal hair without any magic in it.” Alex shakes his head and goes back to normal. “That should be good.”
“Can you use that magic to give me, like, a giant dick or something?” Alex asks, flopping onto the couch with his legs splayed. “That could be fun.”
Brandon’s face turns hot. “It could…” He shakes his head rapidly. “No. Not gonna risk that. I don’t know how these powers work. I could – I could make a mistake and hurt you.” He doesn’t explain, out loud, that he’s worried he’d make Alex’s dick a giant snake or inflame his bladder or something. “Take your pants off.”
Alex does so and Brandon doesn’t hesitate to dive in. They’ve been doing this long enough that he’s pretty much figured out what to do, but it’s still fun. It still feels fresh and new and exciting, and he’s wondering if and when that will change.
He swallows Alex down with a grin and pulls off, wiping his mouth on Alex’s pants.
“Hey!”
“You’ll live,” Brandon says. He pulls himself up on the couch next to Alex as he adjusts his pants. Alex pulls out his phone and they scroll through twitter together until Brandon gets a text.
“Oh, damn it,” Brandon sighs. “I have to go meet up with the Bucks and everybody for early dinner before production meetings.”
Alex leans in and kisses him softly. “We’ll talk later,” he promises. “And, uh. Good luck on that magic thing. Hope you figure that out.”
Brandon smiles at him. “Thanks.” He turns to the door and leaves, but glances over his shoulder one more time to see Alex watching him leave.
He’s floating a little bit as he walks to the café, but he loses his bliss when he sees Nick looking annoyed at his table.
“Oh, thank god,” Nick laughs, a little panicked. “They’re being – weird again.”
“We are not!” Matt argues. “I’m just hungry, and somebody was late.” He glares at Brandon.
“I have a life, you know.” He drops into his seat. “You all could have eaten without me.”
“We couldn’t have,” Matt says. “You’re our friend. We’re waiting for you.”
He exhales, trying to pretend Matt isn’t infuriating. “Okay. Fine. Let’s just – let’s get our food.” Nick shoves a ticket in his hand and Brandon looks down at the meal card. “Not even writing my last name on here anymore? Really cutting corners, Nick.”
Nick frowns and falls off the bench, clipping the edge of his arm on the table as he goes down. When he pops back up, he’s got a slice on his arm seeping bright red blood. “What the eff?” he mutters, staring at his arm. “That corner feels like it came out of nowhere.”
Brandon pauses. “Damn it.”
“Damn what?” Nick asks, grabbing a paper towel to mop himself up. He drops down onto the bench next to Matt again, eyeing the table suspiciously.
“I – nothing,” Brandon says. “It’s fine.” He scans his brain, trying to figure out how to turn off whatever curse he put on Nick.
“It isn’t fine, clearly,” Matt says, looking Brandon up and down. “You’re all twitchy. Why are you so twitchy?”
Brandon shakes his head. “Nothing. I’m getting food.” He stands up and intentionally doesn’t talk to anybody in line as he gets his food, and settles for a smile to the cashier.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Nick asks. He moves, and hits his arm on the corner of the table. “What the eff is wrong with me today?”
“Nothing’s wrong with you,” Brandon tries, and Nick’s expression shifts for a second, then goes neutral. Brandon hopes he didn’t do something drastic, but he’s beginning to get exhausted with all of this.
Matt starts talking a mile a minute at the table about the new outfit he wants to try out for the upcoming pay per view pre-show. Brandon’s not even paying attention when he grins at Matt. “Yeah, yeah, we all know you want to be Barbie or whatever,” Brandon says, rolling his eyes. And then he realizes. “Oh, no.”
Matt freezes, a painted smile on his face, but his eyes can still move. In a panic, he looks at Hangman.
“Matt?” Hangman asks. “Matt, can you hear me?”
“You don’t want to be a Barbie!” Brandon says, insistently. “You’re just Matt.”
“Just Matt?” Hangman asks. “Is this a reference to that song from the movie? I never got around to seeing it.” He turns back to Matt, resting his hand on his face. “Matt? Come on. Talk to me.”
Matt, to Brandon’s relief, snaps back into himself. “What the fuck was that?!” he shrieks. “I – everything froze for a second in my body. I got all stiff.” Hangman snickers. “Not like that!” He looks at Brandon. “And it happened after you said that Barbie thing.” He narrows his eyes. “You’ve been weird all day, Brandon. What’s going on?”
Brandon looks frantically around, then shoves a handful of French fries into his mouth.
Hangman narrows his eyes. “What the fuck did you do, Brandon?”
“I can’t tell you,” Brandon mutters. He glances over at Nick, who’s been observing the situation quietly. “I promised.”
Nick narrows his eyes. “Dude,” he says, carefully. “Does this, uh. Have you had any weird interactions with the House of Black lately?”
Brandon shoves another handful of French fries into face.
“Stop eating the goddamned fries!” Hangman says. He grabs the plate.
Before he can stop himself, Brandon swallows and yells, “Get your filthy tentacles off of my food!” He slaps Adam’s hand away. Then he pauses. “Oh, no.”
“What?” Hangman asks. And then, in front of their eyes, the fingers on Adam’s hand turn into slimy, purple-grey tentacles.
Hangman looks at Brandon, looking horrified. “What the fuck did you do to me, Brandon?” he asks in a deadly voice.
“I don’t know!” Brandon says. “I – we need to…” He looks around frantically. “I can fix this. I swear.” He scampers off. “I gotta talk to Malakai.”
“And I am a Barbie!” Matt yells after him. “Not literal- I mean in the sense of the song!  Brandon! Get back here!”
As he turns the corner, he hears Nick say, “Guys, I think he got magicked.”
Matt’s huff is audible halfway down the hallway. “Of effing course he did!”
Brandon shoves open the door to the House of Black’s locker room. “Fix it right now!” he yells. “Fix it all. Right now!”
Malakai’s head snaps up. His eyes are black pools, liquid and moving. There are no whites. “You interrupt me,” he says, voice dark and menacing. “Who are you?”
“Brandon Cutler, the stooge you made become magic or whatever!” Brandon shrieks. He’s a little hysterical at this point. “I just made my friend’s hands turn into tentacles and I can’t effing take it anymore! Get the magic out of me!”
It’s only then that he realizes Malakai’s eyes are emitting light despite the dark pools. When he turns them on Brandon, he feels struck by lightning. “You do not wish to possess this gift?”
“Gift?!” Brandon yells. “Malakai, man, this was an accident and I hate it. Turn me back to a normal person. The way normal people have no magic!”
“Malakai,” says the thing Brandon has now realizes is inhabiting Malakai’s body. “Yes. I know of that soul. He is being dealt with.” Brandon doesn’t even want to know what that means. “You wish you be free of your gift?”
“Yes,” Brandon says. “No magic, like humans have no magic.”
“Oh, darling mortal,” the monster chuckles, raising his hand. There’s a vortex of static there. It makes Brandon’s mind burn. “All humans have magic.”
Suddenly Brandon’s body feels stripped of it’s power. He blinks and realizes he’s being lowered gently to the ground.
“How did I get up there?” Brandon asks, feeling a relieving lack of galactic power in his body. “When did I get up there?”
“About two hours ago,” Malakai says, casually flipping through a book on the couch. It’s the generally creepy, not-teal version of his coworker. “You should be feeling normal now.”
Brandon nods. “Um. Before – before you took my magic, did you undo what I’d done?”
Malakai frowns. “Undo what?”
Brandon can’t meet his eyes. “I accidentally turned Adam Page’s hand into tentacles.”
Malakai sighs so deeply and for so long that Brandon begins to worry he’s going to run out of oxygen. “Brandon,” Malakai sighs. “Go get him, please.”
Brandon nods and stumbles out of there, running down the hallway. It doesn’t take long at all before he hears Matt rambling. “Oh, good,” Brandon says with an eye roll. “Matt’s here, too.”
Adam and Matt are at top speed yelling at him, and bitching at each other. But mostly, panicking about the tentacle hand. Brandon thinks that’s fair.
It all happens fast enough he doesn’t know how to stop it. Before he can use his body as a shield, Matt pulls the locker room door open. Light blares out, tickling at a memory Brandon knows he’s not supposed to have.
Matt manages to continue being unhelpful by whining, “What the hell?”
Brandon didn’t ever want to feel this magic all over him again. But here he is. “Oh, no.”
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Mini playlist (crack playlist for a crack fic): Magic - BoB and Rivers Cuomo Black Magic - Little Mix Magic - One Direction Moonlight Magic -Ashnikko
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I can’t even piece together a theory because I don’t even know what I want to happen lol
Prefacing this by saying I’m team George (questioning myself honestly but always team George).
Part of me wants Matty and Ross because I think (thought?) what George did was the final straw and there’s more to come with the actual trip and the remix and I want Matty to be happy and content and him and Ross are adorable and grounded. I also feel like Matty was in a point of deciding between the two of them and this seems to be the final push into Ross.
Then you pointed out that George is more scared which makes me think he’s not being a complete dick on purpose and maybe he will get his head out of his ass? George did try to go after Matty but who knows what his motive was - did he actually care about Matty and want him to be ok (aka Ross) or was he just trying to save his own ass and justify it.
If I remember correctly George was celebrating the news of the trip. It would be one thing if his first instinct was getting to Matty and fixing things.
But then like if Matty ends up with George (which would make me happy), that would fuck up Ross which in turn also fucks me up.
But like I’m team George…
But is it to irreparable? Could Matty and George still be friends/bandmates and just not sexual/romantic partners. Is that even possible? How would it work with Ross if Matty and George end up together?
Is the best outcome Matty/Ross and George/Charli and they can all move tf on?
Lord knows, I’m a mess on indecisiveness over here and those are my ramblings - can’t wait to see where you take this!
God it feels like you went on such a JOURNEY there, my friend 😂 bloody love it 💖
I feel like you hit the nail on the head re: George mainly, as in it's not all black or white and their relationship is a lot more complicated than "just friends" or "just lovers" or "just coworkers and creative partners". It's a lot deeper than that and there's so much history and it's going to he a complicated one to figure out.
The more I think about it the more I feel like my original planning went and is going to go further out the window, because there's a lot to be way more thorough about than I'd thought when sketching this one out. God help me, thankfully it's fic and you guys enjoy it and I don't have an editor keeping me grounded, otherwise the cutting room floor would be full of some of the stuff that seems to have gone down super well 🤓
TL;DR, I have a feeling that this story, which started out as an idea I had on the flight back from Belfast after the Big Matty and Ross Moment happened and now became this absolute monster, is going to be around for a good while still. So I hope you're sitting comfortably and enjoying the ride 💖
P.S.: thank you so much for sending this in. It's genuinely thanks of interactions like these and this level of engagement and interest that I feel so motivated to see this one through. So to whoever decides to actively engage, bless you, everyone who's following along owes you 💘
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Quotes from my soccer team as aftg
Kevin: knock him over! we know you can!
Matt: *knocks over 3 people within 5 minutes*
Kevin: not like that!
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Wymack: the freshman is getting more ass than all of us combined!
Matt: even you coach?
Wymack: especially me!
Kevin: stop talking about this!
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Dan: step up!
Neil: trips the player and takes the ball then scores
Dan: or do that
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*setting up for a scrimage*
Seth: did he pick a team of all defense?
Kevin: yes
Seth: answer for yourself
Neil: ... I forgot we were all defense
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Nicky, seeing Andrew coming: PAY UP I TOLD YOU HE’D COME
Kevin: GOD FUCKING DAMNIT NONE OF US BELIEVED YOU WHEN YOU SAID YOU’D COME
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calculated iii, m | jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader
summary: You wanted to say that you were able to control yourself around him and not to have wild sex at school. But this is Jeon Jungkook we’re talking about. And what Jungkook wants, Jungkook gets. You wore that pencil skirt for a reason, after all.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; intense smut (fem reader, semi-public sex, dirty talk, nipple play, choking, m-receiving oral, gagging, pussy spanking, fingering, penetrative sex); fluff; non-idol!AU - university!AU; dom!Jungkook x sub!noona!reader, ft Jimin once again, lol
part i | part ii | part iii | part iv
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Career Week was somewhat of a nightmare.
So much running around, prepping tables, setting up presentations, helping the guests with their computers before their seminars, and you had to be dressed professionally too. Not just ‘nice’ clothes, but white dress shirt, slim black tie, tailored black vest, and matching fitted black slacks. It had to be monotone, it had to be hyper professional, and you had to wear heels.
Why had you agreed to this again?
Oh, yes, Kim Namjoon on his knees begging for help because he was overworked and they needed volunteers. And you, being far too responsible, accepted.
Not only were you also overworked, but Jeon Jungkook was staring at you across the auditorium.
In all-black – leather jacket, high-necked shirt, slim-fit jeans. Sharp jawline, tanned high cheekbones, piercing dark brown eyes, his black hair pushed back with a few strands on his forehead, revealing his clean undercut.
And he was smirking at you.
You highly doubted he was here to investigate prospective career paths. Actually, you were a hundred-and-ten percent positive that that was not the reason he was here and the soreness between your inner thighs proved it. You were willing to bet Park Jimin’s right nutsack.
Yeah, sorry Jimin, but you needed all your body parts.
For one reason, really, and that reason was staring you right now.
Who was going to hire him when he was dressed like that anyway? You certainly wouldn’t. Mostly because it was distracting. No one could work with Jeon Jungkook looking like that. You couldn’t, anyway. Well, maybe if his work was wrecking your–
Get back to your damn task, you scolded yourself.
You were setting up chairs for the cardiologist that was arriving soon. All the doctors always had tons of students listening, so the administration instructed you to pack as many seats that could be crammed into the space without causing a fire hazard. You unfolded the metal chairs, arranging them neatly, already knowing they would be an incomprehensible mess when the students left and that you would be the one cleaning up after them.
Sigh.
Come to think of it, it was all Park Jimin’s fault that you were being violently undressed by Jungkook’s eyes right now. If he had kept his trap shut and let you live in blissful ignorance, maybe you wouldn’t be trying to hide your wincing every time you bent over. You snuck a glance at Jungkook.
He cocked an eyebrow, highly amused.
Never mind, you probably still would have been accosted at Calculus I office hours, except instead of the door being closed and locked and having Jimin’s warning texts, you two probably would have been caught and expelled.
You grumbled and slid a chair into place, taking back your former thoughts and thanking Jimin in your mind. He wasn’t even here to witness your inner struggle.
Jimin probably would have found it funny.
You went back to your chairs, not addressing Jeon Jungkook’s presence anymore because if you looked at him again, you probably would have abandoned your post. And he knew it.
-
The next day, you already knew Jungkook would show up again. Mostly because he texted you a winking face of a semicolon and parenthesis, to which you didn’t respond, because you would probably get roped into phone sex in under twenty seconds, and you had to help this extremely riveting lawyer set up his laptop for the projector.
As in, you were ready to tape his mouth shut as he blabbed on and on about his work and how important it was to society, which it was, because defense attorneys were very important, but this guy’s laptop was a fucking hot mess of icons all over his desktop. This was a personal pet peeve of yours, as you liked to be neat and organized, with everything clearly labeled with dates. You didn’t care about most people’s personal habits, but it was annoying when you were trying to assist and the owner of said laptop was not shutting up and demanding noises of affirmation that you were listening.
If it wasn’t Jungkook demanding you to swallow his cock, you honestly couldn’t give a single shit–
You finally got his PowerPoint working and had him scroll through the slides to make sure it was the correct one. He thanked you and you realized the older man was looking at you up and down, the same way Jungkook usually did, except in this case you were not even remotely interested.
Guess everyone had the right to get a good look before they die.
You were wearing a white chiffon blouse with a black silk neck scarf, with a tight knee-length black pencil skirt, sheer tights and sleek black heels. You knew how good your ass looked in this skirt and you had worn it for a specific purpose.
“We will be letting the students in five minutes early to get settled,” you stated briskly, cutting the older man from his daydreams. “You will have forty-five minutes for your presentation, and then we’ll have a fifteen-minute question session, led by my associate, Kim Namjoon here.”
As if on cue, Namjoon appeared, cheerful smile with cute dimples, handing the lawyer a mic.
“Let’s test the microphone and the backup to make sure you don’t have any hiccups,” Namjoon instructed merrily, instantly captivating the man’s attention and diverting it from you.
You mouthed a ‘thank you’ behind the man’s back and Namjoon gave you the tiniest of nods as you excused yourself. Hmph. You knew people would notice – you were wearing makeup for once and would be around students and professionals all day, after all – but to be so shameless and gawk like that was annoying. Plus, the guy probably had a wife and kids.
You made your way to the bathroom to check your appearance. Maybe your makeup was a bit off or something. You had Jimin check you over this morning. Surprisingly, he knew a lot about cosmetics and how to look good in all lighting. Must be a dance major thing.
Ah, the door to the women’s bathroom. You hiked your skirt up a bit do you could use your damn knees to walk, because they had been suffocating for the past two hours–
Long fingers suddenly gripped your upper arm and yanked you around the corner, slamming you into a muscular body and black biker jacket. You nearly stumbled in your heels, but a second hand came to practically lift you off the floor and shove you into the wall.
“Good afternoon, noona.”
A clear, silvery voice.
You couldn’t possibly guess who it was.
“Why, fancy seeing you here, Jung–”
You were abruptly cut off by his lips crashing into yours, one hand grabbing the back of your head and disturbing your perfect bun. You whimpered, feeling him shove you into the wall again, your shoulder blades hitting the painted brick. His tongue slid into your mouth, exhaling into your throat and forcing you swallow his breath. Your hands clutched your skirt, moaning as his hard body pressed yours against the wall.
Jungkook drew back, panting a little. Looking so handsome with his slightly slicked-back hair, black strands around his right eye, chiseled jawline, silver hoops glinting in the hall light. He arched a sculpted eyebrow at you, smirking. His pink lips had a little red on them from kissing you.
“Now, you know you can’t be looking so delicious and not expect me to want to eat you up,” he purred, licking your lips. Your breathing hitched at the touch, unlocking your death grip on your skirt.
“What are you talking about?” you answered evenly despite your panties literally turning into Niagara Falls with the way he was looking at you like a carnivore at an all-meat buffet. “I have to dress like this for Career Week. Everyone has to dress professionally.”
Jungkook nodded, not believing a single word coming out of your mouth. His right hand came up, ink black tattoos against tan skin, and reached around to your bun, slowly pulling the hairpins out. Your skin tingled at the sensation of your hair gradually unravelling.
“A professional that I would hire to sit on my dick,” he mused.
You raised an eyebrow at him, your hair tumbling around your shoulders. “Subtle.”
Jungkook showed you the removed hairpins, opened his jacket, and tucked them in his inner pocket.
“I wouldn’t work for you anyway,” you added haughtily.
With each passing moment, Jungkook was becoming increasingly amused and aroused. You could tell by the way he was shoving his crotch into your thigh and by how wide his smirk was getting. The slacks he was wearing did nothing to hide his erection and you had a sneaking suspicion that he didn’t care.
“Oh? Why not?”
“I don’t know if I could trust someone younger than me to do a good job.”
He was unbuttoning your chiffon blouse now, humming. “I’m good at many things.” His dark eyes flickered to yours. “I think you would know.”
Your hands grabbed his despite him already having all the visible buttons completely open. Cold air drifted onto your heaving chest and white lace bra.
“Jungkook, we’re in a public place, again,” you hissed, narrowing your eyes at him.
“I don’t recall that being a problem,” he drawled, removing his hands from yours and squeezing your ass. “I’m beginning to think you like it.”
You sucked in a breath as his strong hands kneaded you through your skirt. Your hormones would absolutely let Jungkook rip off your clothes right here and let him fuck you, but the sliver of your brain that had any sense at all reminded you that you had to find a closed space. Jungkook slapped your ass, loudly, the sound echoing across the empty hallway. You nearly moaned, but bit your tongue, glaring at him.
“I have to get back,” you snapped. “And look presentable.”
Jungkook licked his teeth. “Hm. You have an hour before you have to appear to the public eye.”
Who the heck told him that? He smirked slyly at you as he saw your reaction.
“I could drag you to the bathroom–”
“At least give me more class than the woman’s bathroom,” you interrupted.
Jungkook looked annoyed that you had cut him off and also looked like he was going to remind you later. His fingers dug into your hips sharply and you gasped, back pressed flat against the wall. He inhaled a deep breath and began again, voice dangerously low.
“As I was saying,” he continued. “I’m going to take you into this classroom that I stole the key for.”
You frowned as Jungkook hoisted you up swiftly, princess-style, shirt still wide open. Fuck, what was he so strong for? He carried you down the hallway to the classrooms. You tried to close your shirt, but he growled at you, so you rolled your eyes and pushed the sides open, letting your bra-covered tits hang out. He seemed satisfied about this.
“Why would you steal a key?” you muttered as he deftly kicked the door open.
Jungkook slid through the door sideways. “So I could fuck you, of course.”
He dropped you and you had to catch yourself on your heels before you broke an ankle and ate shit. Half the lights turned on. You could hear him locking the door as you smoothed your skirt.
You turned to face him, saying, “You shouldn’t be a thief just because you’re horny, Jungkook.”
Jungkook turned around slowly from the now locked door. You were about to say something else, but your words died in your throat as you witnessed the overwhelming lust in his dark piercing eyes.
“I would be a thief, a murderer, and evade taxes for your body,” he snarled, advancing on you.
You pulled your blouse out of your skirt so he wouldn’t rip it, backing up into the desks. “You’ll get caught with the last one,” you said quietly, already removing your blouse and letting it fall onto a spare seat. “First two are acceptable.”
Jungkook grinned devilishly, licking his pink lips.
“Come here.”
You chewed on your lower lip, staring at his beautiful eyes, finding yourself already walking to him, heels clicking loudly in the empty room, but it didn’t matter, because he was the master now and you were the willing servant. Or slave. 
Take your pick.
He smirked at your obedience, placing his hands on your shoulders, stopping you. His dark orbs lingered down your body, focusing on all his favorite spots, pressing his fingertips into your skin.
“One day,” you said quietly. “We’re going to get in trouble.”
Jungkook’s powerful dark orbs shifted upwards, capturing yours. Time slowed down. You stared into his dark brown eyes, unable to look away, your heart beating in time with his words.
“You’re already in trouble.”
Voice haunting you, teasing smirk on his lips, and perfectly in command.
“From the second you let me have my hands on you.”
You gasped as his nails dug into your skin, scratching down your collarbones, leaving red marks. He snapped the straps of your bra, hard, and you whined, eyes pleading for him to take it off. His palms pressed into the lace cups, squeezing them roughly. Tongue dancing in between his lips as he felt your nipples harden, barely covered by the lace.
“You’re so dirty, noona,” he purred, lowering his palms and pinching your nipples through the thin fabric, smirking at your wanton moan. “Wearing such slutty underwear under these professional clothes.”
You whimpered as he tugged on them. “No one’s going to see them but you, Jungkook.”
He clamped your nipples between his thumbs and knuckles, dragging you to him. You sank your teeth into your lower lip, pussy throbbing as you collided with his firm chest. His breath was scorching hot against your skin, making you shiver.
“What if someone finds out? Some idiot like a perverted old man staring at your ass in this skirt?”
You snorted. “I’ll rip his head off.”
Jungkook snickered, flicking your nipples with your answer. “You wouldn’t let me do it for you?”
Your hips rolled into his, hands on his waist to keep yourself up as he played with you. “I’ll reattach it for you so you can do the same.”
He laughed, almost a little too jovially for the part he was playing, but then he was back, tipping his head close to yours, blowing soft air onto your lips. You frowned, glaring at him for the lack of kiss.
“If possible, you’re even hotter dressed like this,” Jungkook murmured, his forehead against yours. “So prim and proper, even with a cute gag tied around your neck,” he added, playing with the ends of your neck scarf. “You could be a CEO, and I could be the janitor fucking you on your penthouse-floor desk.” He was undoing your scarf now, teasing it apart, making you breathless. “Maybe fuck you against the window so everyone can see how good I make you feel, noona.”
“Give yourself a little more credit than a janitor,” you muttered, stiffening as Jungkook ran his fingertips over your throat, nails grazing your skin.
“True, I would rather be your secretary so I can follow you around and stare at your ass in this skirt,” he chuckled, lacing his fingers around your neck. Thumb under your ear, the other four fingers under your other ear. You made eye contact with him. He looked almost bored, one of his eyebrows raised, but he was watching you, predatory and attentive.
“I know what I’m doing.”
His whisper was so soft that you barely heard it, but the words were there.
His grip tightened around your throat.
You gasped, feeling the blood flow thinning, hazing your mind. Jungkook watched your expression, reaching around with the hand that was holding your scarf, unclasping your lace bra. You could feel it fall down your arms, but your thoughts were rapidly being clouded by lightheadedness and lust, Jungkook smirking at you as he lifted the silk scarf into your vision.
“J… Jungkook…” you choked out.
The mole underneath his lower lip winked at you as he grinned, brushing the silk against your hard, abused nipples, touch so light, and yet it made your whine, wanting more stimulation but unable to ask because you knew he was toying with you.
“What’s wrong?” Jungkook taunted. “Not intense enough for my naughty noona?”
He choked you harder and you couldn’t respond, eyes rolling back into your head as black spots danced in your vision, the sensation intensifying but still not enough, not enough, and you shoved your hips into his repeatedly, whimpering, hands clutching his black shirt, nails digging into his abs.
“So needy for me,” he breathed, feathery touches of silk against your nipples. “Are you only mine?”
He leaned forward, loosening his grip a little. The blood violently rushed back into your head and all you could hear Jungkook’s cruel whisper of your name, tearing a moan from your lips, a raspy yes, yes, fuck, Jungkook, I’m only yours.
He chuckled darkly.
Then he forced you to your knees, tits bouncing uncomfortably as you slid on your heels, knees hitting the tile floor. You clutched his clothed legs, panting, brain only half-functioning due to the lack of blood and the relentless teasing. You lifted your head back up to look at him, panting hard.
Jungkook cracked his neck sharply, a harsh pop. “I want to believe you, noona, but you’re dressed so fucking sexy that I can’t.” His dark eyes bore into you, tearing you up, and you were dripping onto your inner thighs. He emphasized his words with a raise of his eyebrow.
“Letting other people fantasize about this body that belongs to me isn’t acceptable.”
His hands reached down, fingers of his right hand playing with the button of his pants, tattoos dancing with his movement. He smirked as you watched him, eyes darting from his face to his hands. Shit, you were nearly drooling with anticipation. You swallowed as he teased the button free.
“You gonna show me that you remember who you belong to?”
You nodded quickly, maybe too quickly, but it was doomed now anyway because Jungkook was lowering the zipper, pushing down his pants and underwear, past his muscular thighs. It was obvious this was getting him off as much as it was getting you off, because he was rock-hard, leaking, tip already a dark red. Jungkook grabbed the back of your head and shoved his hips into your cheek, smearing his pre-cum onto your skin, all the way up to your cheekbone. He hissed, using his hand to press the head against your temple, nearly into your hair.
Fuck, he was so fucking close to your mouth, but he wasn’t letting you have it.
Damnnit.
Your tongue snaked out and softly licked his balls, eyes on his face, watching him tip his head back and moan. You licked more, creeping your head closer, pressing your lips against his hot skin. He was letting you do it, holding his cock out of the way as you wrapped your lips around his balls and sucked, pushing them around with your tongue, pleading noises in your throat, begging him for his cock as you bobbed your head up and down under his hips.
Jungkook’s dark eyes shifted down to you, triumphant grin on his lips.
“You want to swallow my cock, noona?” he teased, smacking it against your face, leaving a string of pre-cum connecting your cheek to his cock. You narrowed your eyes at him, as if to say, no fucking shit, you punk ass bitch, and he chuckled deep in his chest. He looked past your head, down your back.
“Such a nice ass.”
You smacked his leg, aware that he was doing it on purpose to piss you off. He smirked knowingly, placing his palm on your forehead and pushing you off his balls.
“Swallow it all and don’t choke,” Jungkook snarled, shoving his cock into your open mouth.
Your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, relaxing your throat muscles as Jungkook forcefully pushed into your lips, sighing with satisfaction as he buried himself to the hilt, his strong fingers tangled in your hair.
“Fuck, so good,” he moaned, making his cock throb into the roof of your mouth. You whined, hands on his hips, waiting for him to let you move. “Your throat feels so fucking good, noona. If only they knew how good you are, how perfectly slutty you are for me.” He snickered, releasing his hand, glaring down into your eyes.
“But they’re never going to know, because you’ll never service another cock ever again.”
You whimpered, nails digging into his thighs.
He ticked his chin at you. “Go on, noona. Show me how much you love my cock.”
You began to move, pressing your tongue against the bottom as you slid up and down his length, moaning at his taste. So good. You generated more saliva and ran it all over the head, sucking hard. He inhaled sharply as you teased the sensitive underside, tongue against the opening.
“That’s it,” Jungkook breathed. “Give it to me like you mean it.”
You gripped his thighs and began to bob your head back and forth, ramming the head into the back of your throat and squeezing it before arching your neck so it ran across the roof of your mouth and then back down so it hit your throat again. Was this going to make you hoarse? Probably, but you didn’t a single shit, because Jungkook moaning for you and telling you how good you were was much more important. The pace was slow at first, but you went faster and faster, tighter, your breasts bouncing with every movement, eyes closed to savor his taste and steel your concentration of not gagging because Jungkook was so big, so thick, so perfectly rough, and your tongue could feel him throbbing inside your mouth.
“Fuck,” he growled above you, nearly feral with desire. “Fuck, I’m going to cum down that perfect throat of yours, noona.”
His thighs tensed under your hands and you knew he was close. You increased the intensity, neck straining, already aching with how fast you were going.
“Drink it all and don’t fucking waste it.”
Jungkook grabbed you by your hair and thrusted his hips into your face, moaning lustfully as he shot into your mouth, hot creamy strings into your throat. You swallowed fast to avoid choking, gulping loudly as he gave you more, more, fuck it was so delicious that you gasped, swirling your tongue around his jerking cock and lapping it all up. Whimpering, you wrapped your lips around the head and milked it dry, rubbing your lips against the skin where the head and length connected.
“You’re so fucking good,” Jungkook sighed, running his fingers through your hair, pulling it away from your face. “So messy and dirty. I love it, noona.” He pressed your mouth down his entire length and held you there.
Your name drifted out of his lips, a sweet exhale.
He kept you there. You felt some of your spit drip down your chin and hit your breasts. You flinched at the coldness, still holding onto his hips. Jungkook finally looked down at you, chest heaving, panting. He looked like he wanted to say something. You shot him a questioning look, unable to respond, mouth still full of his cock.
He released your head, untangling his fingers from your hair. You drew your mouth back, rubbing your jaw and throat a little. Jungkook had a strange expression, lips parted, brows furrowed, the muscles in his neck tensed. He seemed a bit spaced out. You tilted your head.
Something felt off.
You stood up with as much grace as you could, knees aching, heels snapping to the tile floor. He still wasn’t looking at you. You backed up, to the desks, finding a study one.
“Jungkook.”
You smacked the wood loudly with your flat palm.
He whipped his head towards you, dark eyes flashing. Perfect. You smirked, placing your hands on your pencil skirt. Sank your fingers in, gripping the fabric. Jungkook’s voracious eyes watched your movement, each hike revealing more and more of your legs. A slow smirk formed on his lips. You yanked your skirt all the way up to your waist, revealing your white lace panties and sheer pantyhose, black fabric bunched around your waist.
Jungkook reached down and pulled his pants up, raising his eyebrows as he walked over, lower lip in between his teeth as he grinned at you.
“That’s a dangerous position to be in, noona,” he purred. “You know I love fucking you on a desk.”
You bounced your ass up onto the table, closing your legs, knees together. Placed your hands on your lap, pushing your tits together. Jungkook licked his lips, the predatory glint back in his eye. You kept your tone stern, with a hint if disapproval.
“Really? Because for a second there, I was beginning to think you lost your nerve.”
The menace in his eyes made your shiver with anticipation. You could tell Jungkook liked it too, your word selection, your tone, your defiance. He shrugged out of his leather jacket, and it fell to the floor with an oppressive thump. You sucked in a tight breath. The shirt was short sleeved, exposing his tattooed right forearm and his equally beautiful tanned left one. Some of his long black hair was falling down, brushing against his right cheekbone.
His eyes were so dark that you felt like they were devouring you.
Jungkook placed his large hands on your knees and vehemently shoved them apart, spreading your legs wide. He gave you a cold, expressionless stare as he placed a hand on your stomach, putting you onto your elbows, hips tipped up towards him. You were embarrassingly wet, juices soaked into your inner thighs, lace panties already molded to your soaked folds, the sheer pantyhose doing nothing to protect you from him and his hungry eyes. His voice was icy, making your pussy throb with need.
“Noona, if you close your legs, I’m going to punish you,” Jungkook warned.
Part of you wanted to know what the punishment was, but the other part of you really wanted to orgasm, so kept your snide remark to yourself and simply nodded.
Jungkook removed his hands from your knees and placed them on your shuddering breasts. Fuck. You hadn’t realized you were so horny until Jungkook touched you. A pained whimper strained in your throat.
The side of his lips curved upwards.
“Does my dirty, slutty noona want to be fucked?” His nails sank down, digging into your skin. “Do you want to be used by me, your tight little pussy stretched out and pleading for more?” Jungkook leaned forward, breathing into your face, growling whisper against your lips. He pinched your nipples and you moaned, wanting to kiss him, but knowing he wasn’t going to let you. He chuckled darkly, seeing your desperation.
“Do you want to be a slave for Jungkookie’s cock, noona?”
Fuuuuuuuck.
Your heart was beating so fast that your breathing was coming out in little gasps as he twisted your nipples harshly, rubbing the tips with his thumb. Your legs shook, threatening to close because the lack of friction was killing you.
“Y-yes, Jungkook, fuck yes.”
He yanked on your nipples and slapped them, making you hiss with pain, flinching as the sting shot up your chest. Jungkook reached into his back pocket and produced the silk neck scarf.
“Keep quiet for me noona or everyone will know how much of a slut you are for me.”
And then he shoved your own scarf into your parted lips, gagging you. Not a second too soon, because, without warning, Jungkook immediately spanked your barely clothed clit. You yelped around the silk, thighs quivering. He gripped one of your thighs, digging his nails into it, tearing the sheer pantyhose a little.
“Don’t move and take it,” he snarled.
Your back arched as Jungkook began to slap your pussy, hard, unforgiving, loud, and making you wetter and wetter, so much so his hand was slipping a little with each smack. You screamed around the scarf, hips trembling as they rose to meet each hit, flaring pain in between your thighs but so, so good. He clenched his jaw, dark eyes on your quickly reddening pussy lips that were sucking your panties deeper and deeper into your slit.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Fuck, you’re so hot and so fucking perfect for me.”
He removed his hand from your thigh and ripped the center seam of your pantyhose apart.
You started, eyes widening as you watched him tear through it, yelling at him through the scarf. You still needed to wear those! The small tears were one thing, but a full-on giant rip at the crotch was not going to be comfortable to wear for the rest of the day.
Jungkook smirked, raising a hand to his ear. “What’s that? Can’t hear you.”
You glared at him and was about to remove the scarf from your mouth to scold him, but his smirk turned into a roguish grin.
“Hm? Slap you harder and abuse your clit?”
You paled.
“My pleasure.”
You threw you head back as Jungkook mercilessly spanked your now only lace-covered clit, impossibly fast, towering over you and hooking his arm under your back, dragging you to him, arching your spine more, more, so your tits were straight up, bouncing right in his face as he changed from smacking your clit to rubbing it just as fast, rougher, so intense you were hoarsely wailing into the gag.
All of a sudden, your orgasm violently rammed into you, pleasure racking your entire body, amplified by stinging pain. Your pussy clenched around nothing, wetly squelching as Jungkook breathed hotly down on your nipples, still rubbing you through your orgasm, not letting up. You shook your head furiously, trying to tell him it was too much, that you were too sensitive, but you didn’t lift your hands to stop him, only spreading your fingers against the table, palms flat as your hips raised to his fingers.
You felt his hair brush against your nipples as he licked your cleavage, smirking up at your face.
“One more and then I’ll fuck you the way I want to, noona.”
Your legs were losing feeling from how hard you were locking them in place as you felt Jungkook pry your lace panties out of your pussy, shoving them to one side. Oh shit. You moaned as you felt him shove two fingers into you, eyes squeezing shut as he added a third, scissoring them as he smiled cruelly at you, eagerly watching your reaction.
“Such a greedy pussy, sucking in my fingers like this,” Jungkook drawled, your walls clenching around them, feeling every callus and every joint, all the way to his knuckles. “All mine, my beautiful, slutty noona.”
You would have asked Jungkook what the time was if your brain could still function, but your brain timed itself out, because Jungkook was thrusting his fingers into you now, filling you up, and feeding your need and desperation, assaulting your pussy with pleasure. The pain of your stinging, puffy lips rubbing against his hand added to the ecstasy, heightening it, your moaning now unintelligible behind the silk scarf that was saturated with your saliva. The sound was obscene, sloppy smacking sounds of your drenched hole getting pounded into the desk.
You threw your head back and choked out his name around the makeshift gag, throbbing pussy clamping down on his fingers. Thick, viscous liquid gushed out onto his palm, the back of his hand, dripping down to his wrist. It was so intense that your entire body jerked up into Jungkook’s face, hitting him with your tits.
If Jungkook was mad about it, he didn’t show it. He wrenched his slick fingers out and you whined, watching him with glazed eyes as licked them off, ferally growling at your taste. He released your back from his arm and you slid down, laying against the desk, panting.
“You taste extra delicious today, noona,” he chuckled. “Candy always tastes better in cute packaging.”
You barely had time to register that Jungkook had just compared you to a fucking convenience store snack before he yanked down his pants again, whipping out a foil packet and ripping it open. Less than a second and the condom was on, and then Jungkook shoved his cock into you, a startled gasp dying in your very over-used throat.
Jungkook moaned your name above you, softly and lustfully, pulling your hips closer to him so he was all the way inside you. You clenched around his length and he sighed, small smirk on his pink lips, eyelids fluttering.
“You’re going to kill me one day with how perfectly tight you are for me,” he mumbled.
Your eyes found his and he grinned, looking down at you through his lashes, his hair obscuring half his face.
Fuck, you could stare at him all day.
Jungkook placed your legs around his waist, finally letting them rest from the forced spreading. He roughly jerked his hips into yours and you whimpered, nails clawing into the desk. His fingers dug into your hips and he set his jaw, beginning a hard, fast pace, slapping your hips together, fucking you into the desk. It scraped noisily into the floor, but neither of you cared, you abused pussy lips rubbing against his crotch every time his hips met yours, carried to new heights of pain and pleasure, loving every second, every moment of Jungkook using you to chase his own orgasm, his cock swelling and dragging against your tight walls. So much. So full.
You could never be satisfied with another cock.
“Fuck.”
Jungkook hissed, grip on your hips tightening, bruising you with his fingertips.
“Fuck, noona, I love you.”
Your heart stopped.
And then your orgasm crashed down, overtaking you completely, your head smacking the desk and seeing stars, clenching around Jungkook’s cock and pulsating violently around his length, soaking his thighs with your juices, scent so strong you were sure whatever class that was going to use this lecture hall next was going to smell your cum splattering to the floor.
Jungkook gritted his teeth and rammed his hips into you, dragging you down to meet every thrust, intensifying your orgasm, ripping your pantyhose even more. Once, twice, three times, and he groaned, shuddering as he spilled into the condom, cock shivering inside you as he came. You could feel how much it was, pressing against your walls.
His long hair was all over his face, black strands clinging to his tan skin, sweat dripping off his chin, pink lips quivering, dark eyes roaming over your fucked-out form. Panting hard, matching your heavy, grating breaths behind your now saliva-drenched neck scarf. After a long moment, Jungkook reached down and held onto the condom, slowly pulling out of you.
Holy fuck.
Holy fuck.
You reached up with a shaking hand, pulling the silk out of your mouth. It came out in a long strip of fabric, smacking against your cheek as your removed it from your lips.
Holy.
Fuck.
You sat up, your body screaming at you, seeing Jungkook breathing hard, tying up the condom.
“Did you just tell me you love me?”
Jungkook’s ears turned bright red. He chewed on his lip, biting it hard before facing you. Dark brown eyes suddenly vulnerable, scared. It was the most uncharacteristic expression you had ever witnessed on Jeon Jungkook’s chiseled, handsome face.
“Uh… yeah.”
There was a moment where you realized both you two were mostly naked in a random classroom, clothes thrown everywhere, having made a mess once again.
“Sorry,” Jungkook added quickly. “It slipped out.”
You blinked at him. “Why are you apologizing?”
He rubbed his nose, looking away.
“Well… aren’t you just fucking me because you like to be dominated?”
You frowned. “No, I’m fucking you because I’m in love with you.”
You saw Jungkook freeze. He turned his head robotically, eyes wide and doe-like. “R-really?”
You looked down to notice that your heels were on the tile floor. When had you lost those? You grumbled, trying to straighten out your panties and the remains of your pantyhose. It was doomed. You shrugged, dangling your legs over the edge of the desk as you looked back at Jungkook and his surprised expression. You raised an eyebrow.
“Are you really that much of an idiot?” you muttered, your own cheeks burning, letting out a puff of annoyed air. “Yes, I love you. Why else would I tolerate you staring at me like I’m some kind of zoo animal? Why else would I risk getting in trouble by running around like this? Why else would I let you fuck me at school, in the middle of the damn day, again?”
Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck. “Erm… because I’m hot?”
You rubbed your forehead and sighed exasperatedly, standing up, instantly wincing. Jungkook took a step forward to catch you, but he almost tripped on his pants down his ankles. You caught yourself against the desk and raised a hand, shaking your head.
“Pack your damn dick,” you muttered. You yanked your tights down your legs, removing them and balling them up. They were useless now anyway. You found your bra and put it back on as you eyed your chiffon blouse. Good thing it wasn’t ripped. It only took you a moment to slip it back on, rebuttoning it and tucking it into your skirt. You pulled your pencil skirt back down, straightening it, thighs immediately sticking together from your own fluids.
Yup, still no more comfortable than yanking your pants back on after a session with Jungkook.
You noticed him putting his leather jacket back on and picking up the condom wrapper. He took the silk scarf from the table and shoved it in his back pocket. You went back to him to gather your shoes, but he knelt down, holding out your black heels as if you were Cinderella.
“I can just–”
“Step.”
His tone was sharp and you immediately obeyed, raising your foot and stepping into your shoe. First one, then the other. Jungkook stood back up, exhaling a little. You looked up at him. His chocolate eyes flitted about tensely. He opened his mouth to speak.
“Do you… uh…”
You cut him off. “Jungkook, if you cheat on me, I will personally castrate you with a spoon.”
He cringed. “Ouch.”
You took the used condom and the wrapper bits from him, shoving them into your balled-up pantyhose. You marched towards the door confidently, pain shooting throughout your body with every step. Jungkook called after you.
“Your hairpins.”
You turned your head back a little.
“You can drop them off at my apartment later.”
And then you unlocked the door and stepped out of the classroom.
Park Jimin waved at you, grinning. Plump lips curved into a mischievous smile, wearing a denim jacket and jeans. You almost jumped seeing him standing there. What the fuck is with this guy’s timing? He eyed your hand holding your ruined pantyhose and you put it behind your back, glaring at him.
“I told Namjoon you had a lady emergency.” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows at you before holding up your phone and black purse, the belongings you had left in the back room. “You took longer than you should have.”
You felt your ears burn. “Shit. I need to get back.”
“To Jungkook, yeah,” Jimin chimed teasingly, making you glower at him.
Of course. Jungkook had turned Jimin into his scout for your escapades. Fantastic. You suddenly felt a strong presence behind you. The door had opened and Jungkook’s arm snaked around your waist, yanking you possessively to his side. He placed his chin on top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair.
“You wanna go on a date, noona?” Jungkook purred, his free hand playing with the ends of your disheveled hair.
You pursed your lips. “I have to get back and help Namjoon.”
Jimin waved a hand. “He’ll be fine for one day. Plus, you’re being kidnapped.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but Jungkook slapped his hand over your lips, marching you in the opposite direction of Career Week, Jimin skipping behind you two, cheerfully humming.
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shinsorokiri · 3 years
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S/O Loses Memory and Quirk
Todoroki, Bakugou, and Kirishima HCs
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Language, violence, mentions of stab wounds and blood, a panic attack, spoiler for Bakugou’s hero name, sad bois
A/N: So I had two requests that mentioned these three with this concept and I just finished all of them and I’m so proud that I wanted to post these ones before the other two for Denki and All Might were finished but I’ll get those out as soon as possible. I cried writing Bakugou’s, so... there’s that HAHA please enjoy!
Here’s the first one with Shinsou, Aizawa, Hawks, and Dabi!
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Todoroki Shouto | Shouto
Shouto knows you’re a strong woman and that he doesn’t need to constantly be there to protect you
But he does prefer to be there if something bad is happening 
The only problem is that you two went to two different agencies after graduating 
And in doing so were on opposite sides of the city
Now he always knew when something was happening on your hero route because I mean
He actually needs to in case something bad happens since it’s his JOB
But he also just really wants to be there for you if you really need it
There hasn’t been a time like that, though
So imagine his utter shock and genuine fear when that time came
He was told to go to where you were patrolling because you’d been attacked and wound up in the hospital 
You know the scene with the flame tear? Yeah that but times ten
He goes on patrol like a good little hero
But boy oh BOY did he just want to go to the hospital
You’d never lost a fight before
Not even against him
Your quirk was literally the most powerful quirk he’s ever seen and I mean like, yeah, sure, he might be biased but STILL you were really powerful
So what kind of villain could hurt you so bad you had to go to the hospital???
Luckily, he only had an hour left of patrolling 
And as soon as that hour was up
Mans bolted
He was OFF
He ran into that hospital 
And he politely asked where your room was
Because although he’s PANICKING he still is a little socially awkward sweetie and he doesn’t wanna be a dick to anyone and be labeled similar to his father no no NO
But as soon as he got the number he was sprinting man
He was so worried
All patrol he was quieter than usual
And he was ridiculously anxious the whole time
His palms were sweaty
He felt like he could throw up at any second
And right now
He thought his heart was about to beat out of his chest
He carefully opens the door
You might be sleeping, he has to be considerate
And sure enough he sees your unconscious form laying in a hospital bed
It looked like you had some broken bones, and multiple bruises and cuts which means someone must have beat the shit out of you
Lovely
That’s what he needed to see
Definitely 
Mans doesn’t show emotion that much
But when it comes to you and since it was just you and him in the room
He broke down crying
He couldn’t help it
He grabbed your hand
And just sat there crying
Poor guy can’t lose you
You were the best thing that ever happened to him 🥺
You showed him that it was okay to feel things and express those things and let people in
He let you in and he couldn’t let you go now
He was a genuine mess for the next couple of weeks
Because you weren’t waking up
He went against what Midoriya said and asked around about what happened to you
And what he heard was horrific
Apparently the villain snuck up on you
And hit you in a few different places
And then you fell down
And then you couldn’t access your quirk
And that’s why you were in the hospital 
He didn’t want to think about the part that happened after you were virtually defenseless
Around his friends he was spacier than usual
He wasn’t really retaining information
And his agency let him take more days off than usual because they knew he was Going Through It
And luckily on one of those days you woke up
He was next to you as per usual 
Holding your hand
Playing with your fingers like he always does when he gets anxious
He missed being able to do that in social situations 
Or when you two were cuddling at night and he was thinking about something that was stressing him out and he would start to fiddle with your hand and you would ask him what’s wrong
He missed you
So when he felt your hand start to move by itself
He basically gave himself whiplash with how fast he looked from your hand to your face
Sure enough
Your eyes were open
And you were looking at him
“(Y/n)…”
He whispered your name as not to scare you
You could have a concussion or mild amnesia
He has already considered everything that could be wrong with you
Because he overthinks a lot
And he was nervous about this
And there was one thing he had in the back of his mind
That would probably be the worst case scenario
And much to his fears
That was confirmed to be what was going on almost immediately
“Todoroki?”
He just stares for a moment
You hadn’t called him Todoroki since… well, a long time now
Probably back in your UA days
The two of you began dating in your second year though so
It’s been a while
“You look… older..?”
He clears his throat
Nodding
“Yes. Well… I am 20 years old now. I would hope I look older.”
“Wait, what?”
Oh shit.
He just confused you. 
Damnit, Shouto. 
“Uhh… well, um. You see…”
“Todoroki what is going on? And why are you holding my hand like that?”
He freezes
He was still playing with your fingers
And it wasn’t that you didn’t want him to
You were just genuinely confused
He knew that
“Before I say anything else that could be detrimental to your mental health, maybe you should ring your nurse.”
You do as he says
And the nurses and a doctor come rushing into your room
They do some evaluations
And sure enough
Your memory has been completely wiped
As has the access to the portion of your brain that allows you to control your quirk
The doctor explains to Todoroki that he’s unsure of how this happened
Bu Todoroki knows it has to be that villain
Whatever that villain did did this to you
And Todoroki isn’t one to show emotions
But boy oh BOY was he riled up right now
He lowkey accidentally caught something on fire
And then to fix it lowkey on purpose just turned it into a block of ice
Even though Endeavor is the worst man on the planet
Mans is persistent on shit that’s for sure
And that’s like
The only trait Shouto got from that literal dumpster fire of a father
And he wasn’t about to let the piece of shit that hurt you get away with it
Of course, when it comes to you as a person he’s very patient
Very understanding
Respects boundaries 
But he will not REST
Until the motherfucker who did this to you gets caught by him
And he will find them.
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Bakugou Katsuki | DynaMight
OH BOY HERE WE GO
So Bakugou was already very protective over you
I mean that’s expected though
It’s
It’s literally Bakugou
So mans has tabs on you at all times
You don’t know how he does it tbh
He jokes
Yes, Bakugou can joke
He jokes about having a sixth sense when it comes to you
He just gets this feeling about you
If you’re sad? He knows
Happy? He knows
In danger? MANS KNOWS
And I guess he also has a GPS built into his brain???
He just
He knows
Probably because he cares extremely deeply about you
Like really fucking deeply
You’re the best thing that has ever happened to him
Ever since high school
First day
When you weren’t intimidated by him
There was just something special about you
And even though it took until after graduation and you almost DYING on a mission for him to finally accept that he can FEEL THINGS
He officially asked you to be his girlfriend
I say officially because, well
Y’all have basically been dating since like 
Second year of high school
Even though it wasn’t official
It was obvious
He was whipped
He still is
He’s known you for five years
You’ve been officially dating for two of those years
You were unofficially dating for four
You were the most important thing in his life
You even surpassed becoming the number one hero somehow
Though he will NEVER admit that
EVER
It took him a while to realize it 
But the thought of living without you?
Scared him more than any villain ever could
And that is why
Mans is all dressed up
Lookin nice
Took a day off of patrol at his agency because tonight is a special night
Of course, you don’t know anything
As it should be
He didn’t tell a soul that he was planning on proposing tonight
Okay… maybe that is a lie
He told Kirishima when he got blackout drunk with the boys one night
Long story, don’t ask how it happened, even the boys don’t know
And Kirishima then proceeded to tell everyone of his other friends 
So they all knew
But they also all knew to keep it a FUCKING SECRET unless they wanted blown up
But boy oh boy they were excited to see the pictures and the ring and the everything
But I digress
Bakugou is in the house the two of you purchased a while back
It was very much off the damn grid
For ~safety~ 
And he’s very much just messing with how he looks
He has to look perfect because he knows you’re about to 
And he can’t be proposing to you unless he’s on your level
When suddenly
He gets a
Feeling
But it isn’t the warm feeling he gets when you’re happy
Or the doopy one he gets when you’re sad
Or the wave of exhaustion he feels when you’re tired
Or the tingly feeling he gets when you’re mad
No
It’s the feeling where his spine tenses
And his blood goes cold
And his heart drops to the floor
The one he only felt one other time
The time you almost died
He was out of that house so fast
He didn’t even care if he looked all nice
You were in danger
He blasted his way through the city
Saying he was frantic is an understatement
He was FERAL
He got to where you were just in time to see you get slammed into the concrete by some piece of shit villain
You were unconscious
And you weren’t moving
He saw red
He didn’t even remember blasting over to the villain and punching them in the face
But he did that
And he did it HARD
Of course the villain was like OH FUCK
THIS IS THE NUMBER TWO HERO
I DIDN’T THINK HE’D ACTUALLY GET HERE THIS FAST
Because obviously the villain knew who you were
That’s why you were targeted 
Breaking Bakugou’s spirit is needed if villains want to become more fearful and powerful
The villain starts sprinting away
And before Bakugou can catch them
He hears an ambulance siren
He suddenly forgets all about the villain because he whips around to see you getting loaded onto a gurney
Paramedics are doing everything they can to keep you alive at this point
He’s horrified to say the least
You’re the love of his life
The last time he saw you like this is when he accepted it
Seeing you like this again just makes him realize it even deeper somehow
He runs to the ambulance
But the paramedics tell him he needs to go to the hospital separately because you’re badly injured and they need to perform some procedures on the way to the hospital to keep you alive
He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until his eyes start to sting
He wants to tell the paramedics to fuck off
Don’t they realize this is supposed to be one of the best days of yours and his lives?
But he can’t 
Because before he can
They’re gone
He chases after you though
He needs to be by your side right now
He needs to know that you will be okay
He needs you to be okay
So imagine how nerve-wracking it is for him to learn that you were in surgery
He waited in the waiting room all day long
This incident happened around one in the afternoon
and it was now one in the morning
He was just sitting in the hospital waiting room
Looking down at the little box in his hand
Crying
Which is a sight for anyone who sees him
The ring he bought for you is the only thing he can focus on
He doesn’t even notice the non-stop buzzing in his pocket coming from his and your friends wondering if the two of you are okay because the footage of the fight cut out right before Bakugou punched the villain
They all thought you were both hurt pretty badly
I mean after your quirk was seemingly taken from you…
The only thing that snaps him out of his trance
Is when the doctor comes out and says his name
His head snaps up so fast
He approaches the doctor just as fast
He knows he should expect the worst
But he can’t help but keep repeating that you’re okay
That everything will be fine because you are okay
They fixed you up
You’ll come home all happy
He’ll propose to you in the living room at this point
Today will be fixed
Instead
He hears that although you’re stable
You have what appears to be brain damage
“What kind of fucking brain damage?”
“She has severe amnesia which means that-”
“How severe?”
“Well… according to her brain scan and the fact that she said the year was two and a half years ago, I’m afraid it’s significantly severe.”
Two and a half years
Two and a half years?!
He just stares at the doctor
If you think it’s two and a half years ago
That means he hasn’t asked you out yet
That means in your mind
You’re still in high school
About to graduate
This cannot be happening
There is not way this is happening
“Can I see her?”
His voice sounds foreign to him
The doctor nods
Leading him to your room
He puts the ring back in his pocket out of instinct
And when he enters your room
He wants nothing more than for you to yell something like PSYCH
GOT YOU BLASTY BITCH
HAHAHA
But he’s just met with a your mouth opening wide and eye getting big
“Bakugou?! You’re so dressed up!”
Bakugou
Why didn’t he let you call him Katsuki sooner
Why didn’t he ask you out before two years ago
Why wasn’t he there to save you
“W-Woah… Bakugou, you don’t have to cry this isn’t my first hospital stay… wait, when did you get an undercut?”
He just walks towards you
“You also look… older… is this seriously what you look like when you clean up?”
He watches as your expression falters for a moment
“Wait… are you like… going on a date or something?”
Good to know you still have feelings for him at least
He just nods
And you try to hide the disappointment on your face
“Oh… well, you better tell me all about it when we get back to the dorms.”
Your fake enthusiasm is killing him
What killing him even more though is that the doctors didn’t tell you what was going on
So he’ll tell you instead
“Actually,”
Damnit
His voice is wavering
This is new for him
He clears his throat
“I’m not… I’m not going on a date anymore. I had one but… things didn’t turn out as planned.”
“Oh?”
He almost smiles at the sudden mood shift you had
How can you still be perky like that sitting in a hospital bed
“Yeah… because, um. It was a date with you…”
“…Oh…?”
“You got hurt pretty bad, angel…”
He explains everything to you
Well 
As much as he can
And he also finds out about your quirk
And how it’s just
Gone
You have to stay in the hospital tonight for further testing tomorrow
And you insist that he goes home
But he says it isn’t home if you’re not there
He stays in the chair right next to your bed
Watching you as you sleep
He knows you believe him
He knows that you have feeling for him
But he’s broken, truly
Not only was he not your hero today
He didn’t save you
He doesn’t know if you’ll ever remember any of those years with him
Any of your firsts
And that makes him ache
He pulls out your ring again
And just looks at it
The only light in the room is the moonlight peaking in through the window
And in that moment
He swears to himself
And to you
That the villain who did this
Is going to pay
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Kirishima Eijirou | Red Riot
Eijirou has always been your rock
Figuratively and literally
He’s there for you through everything
And I mean everything
The two of you have been next door neighbors since you were kids
And he literally always had a crush on you
Of course the feelings were mutual
But neither you nor shark boy knew that
Until y’all got to high school
And Bakugou was very
Annoyed
About the two of you pining for each other
Mina was beyond annoyed 
She went to middle school with you two
So when Bakugou finally just
Screamed at the two of you to just shut the fuck up with the flirting and date already
Mina deadass jumped out of her seat at lunch and screamed thank you at the top of her lungs
Of course the two of you were as red as his hair
Which, yes
You did help him pick out the exact shade and helped dye as well
His hands were stained red because he accidentally only bought one pair of gloves and it wouldn’t have been manly to make you help without gloves on
But I digress
The two of you started dating shortly after that
And when I tell you that you were the couple everyone would look at and be all “awwwww”
I MEAN IT
And y’all are just in high school
Granted, it’s your final year and the two of you are both interning and are already confirmed to become sidekicks and Fatgum’s Agency
So y’all do be a little mature
But still
You started dating freshman year
And you’re going strong still
Of course
And words cannot describe how relieved he is that the two of you are at the same agency
Because if anything ever went bad he would be there to save you
And you would be there to save him
But literally nothing could prepare him for what was about to happen to you
It was a normal patrol
The two of you were together
Talking about graduation next week
And how the two of you were excited to move out of the dorms and into the apartment you had picked
And how you would finally be able to adopt the little mutt that the two of you love from the shelter
When out of no where
A villain popped down off of a building
Right behind you
And did something weird to you
They hit you meticulously and in specific places
Before Kirishima could even process what was going on
You were on the ground
Of course
You raised an arm
Ready to fight and use your quirk
But nothing happened
You tried again
Nothing
You and Kirishima make eye contact and he can feel the fear radiating off of you
Now he was worried
Very worried
But you knew how to fight
And he was there, too
So this wouldn’t end too bad
UNTIL THERE WAS A FUCKING EXPLOSION IN THE BUILDING THE VILLAIN JUST POPPED OUT OF
You were already back on your feet
Ready to fight this motherfucker
“Go help the people inside, Red Riot. I can handle this one.”
“But-”
“GO!”
He goes
Reluctantly
But he does know you can hold your own
Even if that villain temporarily blocked your quirk
He hardens
Turning his headpiece into a filtering mask (a great addition he thought of so he could run into burning buildings while hardened to save people and not take damage to his lungs in the process)
And luckily
There were only three people inside
So he grabs them and runs out
Easy
And he’s expecting to be met with you handcuffing the bad guy
But instead
He’s met with you getting the life beat out of you
Literally
You’re on the ground
The villain pulled out swords while he was gone
And it was obvious you were down and weren’t gettingup
But the villain just wasn’t letting up
Kirishima’s legs work before his brain
He runs over to the villain and lands a punch to their face
Which causes them to stumble backwards
Before they throw the swords at a random citizen who is observing
He immediately runs to the citizen, deflecting the swords
But the villain ran off in the mean time
Like they disappeared without a trace
But honestly
Even if they were still there
Kirishima would have run to you regardless
He immediately kneels down
“(Y/n)?! (Y/n), can you hear me?!”
He ditched the hero names this time
You weren’t responding
You were out cold
He starts panicking
Like
Full on hyperventilating
You looked bad
You were pierced by the villains swords in your side
Blood was everywhere
Your breathing was shallow
Regardless of the genuine panic attack he was going through right now
He somehow managed to control his breathing so you wouldn’t bleed out on the ground
He needed to help you
He picks you up
Instantly starting to sprint to the ambulances beginning to pull up
As soon as the paramedics see the state you’re in they get you off of him
And speed off to the hospital
Kirishima is left alone 
Staring at his hands 
Which were dyed red with your blood
All he could see was your face laughing at him because he forgot to get two pairs of gloves the first time you helped him dye his hair
…He didn’t like red all that much right now
After what feels like hours
But was really like two minutes
Tamaki shows up
Because he heard there was something going on
And as soon as he sees Kirishima on the ground and sobbing
He knows something bad has happened to you
He quickly gets him out of there
And back to the agency
Where Kirishima accidentally sees a replay of the fight on television
And he sees that you were fighting the villain just fine
But they were so nimble and fast 
And all they did was hit the nape of your neck and then the side of your temple
And you collapsed
Tamaki turned the television off before the full fight was shown
But the damage was done
Kirishima was back on the ground
Tamaki tries to comfort him
But Kirishima is out of commission
“I couldn’t save her, Tamaki! I wasn’t there!”
“…C-Come on, Kirishima… w-we should… go to the hospital…”
Tamaki is trying so hard to get him to calm down 
But to no avail
So eventually he just drags him out and to his car
He speeds to the hospital
And Kirishima doesn’t even wait for the car to slow down to run inside
He has to wait to see you
Since you were punctured 
But he was willing to wait
And wait he did 
For four days
Of course after you were done with your surgery he was allowed in your room
But it was a matter of waiting for you to wake up
He was always with you
He only went home to shower
He slept at the hospital
He needed to be with you
So when you finally woke up
He cried tears of happiness for the first time in days
“(Y/n), thank god you’re awake.”
“Eiji? What happened…?”
“There was a villain attack and they knocked you out and-”
“Why don’t you look 15?”
“What?”
“You look… older… and your hair is longer.”
“…What? You were the one who encouraged me to grow it out…”
“I… I was?”
He stares at you for a moment
His happy tears turning into ones of fear
Before hitting the call nurse button and asking you a question
“(Y/n) what grade are we in?”
“We’re freshmen at UA High School.”
No. 
No, no, no, no, no
Before he could answer the doctor and nurses came in the room
They started asking you a bunch of questions
To which you answered the best you could
But it was obvious that you were convinced it was two years ago
The doctors took you off to do scans of your brain
This can’t be happening
You think it’s two years ago
Two years
So much has happened within those two years
The two of you have done so much
Just
Imagine how devastated he is when he hears your memory is just gone
And your quirk with it
You were a hero
Your quirk can’t be gone
“Eiji… please don’t cry, it’ll be okay.”
“I can’t help it, pebble. I wasn’t there to save you and now… now you don’t remember everything we’ve done. And… and your quirk… you’re the best hero I know, and now…”
“Eijirou, I promise you it will be okay. As long as you’ll be with me, like you always are, I will be fine.”
He doesn’t say anything
He just looks at his hand holding yours
At least you still remember he asked you to be his girlfriend
But he is deadset on finding the villain who did this to you
“I will get you out of this.”
“Ei…”
“I will fix this. I promise you. I will save you. I need to.”
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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years
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Show Them I’m Yours
A/N: Everyone knows there ain’t no party like a SAMCRO party. Imagine you’re Jax Teller’s girl and you want everyone to know, so he savagely takes you at one of those parties and puts on a hell of a show. (@itsme-autumn suggested that I write this and I was like um hell fucking yes)
Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, sex with an audience (Jax owning your ass and showing off that fact in front of all the Sons – they all get to watch but ONLY JAX can touch), featuring gifs of pretty much everyone
Word Count: ~2.9k
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“Excuse me, sir?” you snap, crossing your arms over your chest. Appalled at the audacity of what this stupidly attractive bastard just dared to suggest. “No, I did not fuck up my car on purpose.”
The Prince of Charming smirks at that, hands on his hips, tongue flicking out between his suckable pink lips. “You sure about that, princess? Third time in a week that you’ve come by to get it serviced...”
“Oh, so you’ve been keeping track?” you sass back at him, flattered as fuck that he has, though your pride demands hiding that fact. Of course you’ve been screwing around with your engine all week just to have an excuse to hit up Teller-Morrow and check out his ass, to be honest. But fuck him for calling you out on it. “You’re not even the one who fixes shit. My visits here are not your business, and I’m not your fucking princess.”
His leather-clad shoulders lift up in a shrug, like he couldn’t care less. “Suit yourself. Name’s Jax,” he says with another long drag of his cigarette. “Jax Teller. Knew a stuck-up little bitch like you would be too proud to ask.”
Fucking shit. He knows you well. And hearing him call you a bitch just got you wetter than you would like to admit; you hope to hell that he can’t tell. “Maybe this stuck-up bitch just isn’t fucking interested.”
You flip him off and drive away—your car is really functioning just fine, needless to say—but you’re inevitably back by sex-o’-clock the very next day.
It’s been barely a month since you first moved to Charming, and you’re still not really used to feeling so damn new. It’s honestly alarming, just how shamelessly the men around town gawk at you. Don’t even seem to realize that it’s rude. You’re well aware you’re super cute, but till you moved here, you had never felt so... coveted. So viewed.
Nowhere more so than right here at Teller-Morrow. Home of the infamous biker club known as SAMCRO. The way the crew here always ogles you like heaven’s gift to men is quite a big boost to your ego.
“Know what I think, darlin’?” Jax taunts, sauntering toward your car as you pull in. “I think you know exactly what you’re doing. Know that every man in Charming wants a piece of that sweet ass.”
“Well, Mr. Teller...” you step out of the driver’s seat, standing to face him, close enough to feel his heat. “This ass ain’t up for grabs.”
Jax takes that as a challenge: as an open invitation, as he should. Slowly moves closer, feeding all your deepest hungers—God, he smells so fucking good—then wraps one hand around your back, the other sliding toward your ass... to show you just how wrong you were. “Oh, we’ll see about that.”
Jesus Christ—you want this man to fuck you up against your car, savage and hard, right fucking now... but he has something else in mind. Invites you to a party tonight, at the SAMCRO clubhouse. Who are you to deny?
He approaches his crew, as you drive away, fading from view. All the Sons stand in awe of their President—stunned that he just fucking conquered you.
“Dude, you gonna hit that?” Juice effuses, unable to hide his excitement. “Hot damn...”
Jax Fucking Teller stands tall like the king that he is and has always been, flashing his signature cocky grin. “Hell yeah I am.”
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You have no clue what you are about to walk into. Of course you were shameless enough to choose your most provocative outfit: a skimpy excuse for a dress that covers very little of you, paired with your favorite fuck-me-now shoes. Jax had offered to pick you up from where you live, the Prince Charming he is—but as much as you’d kill for a ride on his Harley, you wanted to ride on your own dime, show up at your own time, keep up the illusion that you’re in control of your shit. You’re all decked out and ready to go nice and early, but hold off on heading out yet—figure you should play hard to get, keep the guy waiting a bit.
Your self-restraint lasts for a solid two minutes. 
There’s no hope of fighting how desperate you are for his dick. The thong that you’re wearing is made of some thin flimsy lace, so your pussy is leaking all over the place, and the seat of your car is all sticky and slick. That’s real fucking classy, Y/N, you think, quite ashamed of the nasty-ass slut you’re becoming.
By the time you arrive, every cell in your barely-dressed body feels so damn alive at the thought of Jax taking you home once the party is over and railing you all fucking night...
You don’t yet know it then, but waiting till the party is over is not what Jax Teller intends. No, you’re gonna get fucked good and hard long before it all ends.
Parking your car outside, you try and fail to steady your nerves with a long horny sigh as you shut off your engine. Preparing yourself for whatever is coming tonight. Finally stepping out, struggling to pull off a smooth sexy strut as you head toward the clubhouse. All right. Let the party begin.
From the second you walk in, you feel downright soaked in pure sin. All you can see are half-naked strangers slobbering all over each other, bodies pressed together, a blur of sweat-slick skin and old worn-out leather. The place stinks of sex, smoke and liquor, and you couldn’t possibly feel any sicker. Oh God, this is straight up disgusting—fuck this shit, you think, regretting having ever decided to come...
But before you can turn and head straight out the door, you lay eyes on the king, and remember exactly why you had accepted the invitation into his fucking kingdom. And all of a sudden your senses go numb and your slutty ass feels... right at home.
“There you are,” he greets you with a ravenous growl in his voice that resounds over all of the noise. “Now the party’s about to start. Glad that I got you to come, sweetheart.”
The gorgeous motherfucker’s lips curve up into a smirk, as he utters that sinful little word, and it has got to be the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever heard.
“Don’t get too cocky, Jax,” you tease him back, as his piercing blue eyes devour your entire figure, clearly pleased to see that you’re practically naked. “Still gonna have to work at that... I haven’t come just yet.”
He snickers, lustfully biting his lip as he reaches around you to grab at your ass through your dress, rendering you a dripping mess just at the touch of his fingers. “No, but already soaking wet, I bet.”
Oh God, yes... those are the only words that come into your head, a silent gasp for air, as his big strong frame slams you up against the nearest wall and holds you there, one hand upon your ass now as the other tangles roughly in your hair.
“Darlin’, you got any clue just how bad I’ve been wanting to fuck you?” he snarls, breathing heated against your skin, making your pussy clench and your toes curl. “You know, ever since this fine ass came to town... all those times you would come around... Christ, all I’ve wanted to do... is just pin you the fuck down... and show the whole fucking world who you belong to. Claim you as my dirty girl.”
Every word from his mouth has you spiraling down into some sort of sex-drunk submissive daze. Lost in a haze, everything else around you fades... until you realize, in a split second, that you and Jax are the focus of literally everybody’s gaze. Looking over his shoulder at the whole rest of the room, you are beyond surprised to find all fucking eyes on you and him. You feel the blood drain from your face. This seems like honestly too much to take—and yet you can’t deny, something about the spectacle of all of this has got you feeling... well, some kind of way...
“Yeah, they’re all watching, babe,” Jax devilishly taunts, reading your mind, lips on your neck and hands groping your tits and God that feels fucking divine. “Like the attention? Kinky little thing, I know it turns you on. What’d’ya say we fuck in front of them and give ‘em what they want?”
It’s not as if you have a choice, when Jax Teller is talking in that motherfucking mouthwatering voice. At this point you are nothing but his filthy fucking toy.
Now that your fate has been sealed as exactly that, he’s gonna give you the most epic sex you’ve ever fucking had.
Handling you like a damn rag doll, Jax swiftly shifts off of the wall, then throws you down over a pool table conveniently nearby, with your back pressed against the surface as he stands between your open thighs and effortlessly rips your dress to shreds. Strips off your thong next, tattered lace lost in a heap down on the floor between your legs. The look on his breathtakingly beautiful face with every move he makes is just pure fucking sex. 
And just like that, here in a room packed full of people most of whom you’ve never met, you are stark fucking naked, legs spread, soaking wet and loving every goddamn minute since apparently you’re seriously fucked up in the head.
Staring straight up into his blazing bright blue eyes, as he so proudly claims you as his prize, you’ve never felt so damn alive. But also dead.
“Mmm, look at that...” he hums, teasing your wet cunt with a cruel flick of his thumb. “Who fucking owns this pretty pussy, hmm? This nice tight ass you got?”
Oh, God—how is it even possible for everything he says and does to be so fucking hot...? Though you can barely speak, needy and weak, you know this bastard has demanded that you answer. So you tell him what is so painfully true. “You do, Jax. All you.”
He growls in pleasure, and you couldn’t possibly get any wetter. You’re officially the property of Jackson Fucking Teller. And he wants to hear you say it, which is just about the hottest fucking thing ever. “Tell ‘em, whore. Tell the whole room who fucking owns you. Wanna hear you tell ‘em who.”
And so you do. The words fall freely from your open mouth. You say it loud and proud. “Jax Fucking Teller owns my ass.”
The room responds with raucous shouts and cheers, resounding in your ears. You barely even notice, though, because now Jax has started stripping off his clothes—everything’s happening so fast—and as you lay eyes on his downright godlike body you are not sure just how much longer your slipping grip on sanity can last. He hasn’t even taken out his cock yet, but the moment that he does... you’re pretty sure you won’t even be conscious anymore.
So you form words, while you still can, beholding this god of a man. “Want you to show ‘em, Jax. Please. Show off how you own me. Fuck me like just what I am, your dirty little whore. Show them I’m yours.”
Jax doesn’t need to be asked twice. Next thing you know his massive cock is finally free, the fucking perfect piece of meat standing so tall and proud and hard between his strong muscular thighs, and he wastes no damn time at all giving exactly what you need. He takes a firm hold of your knees to spread your legs out even wider to receive everything that he has to give... and then he drives his cock inside you in one swift soul-crushing thrust and Jesus Christ, as every fiber of your being dies, you realize that until this moment you had never truly lived.
You barely register anything else that’s happening around you, but on some level you do. It’s even hotter knowing just how much the whole crew is enjoying this amazing fucking view.
“God, that’s so fucking hot...” Juice mutters from his front row spot, stupidly hoping no one else will notice as he scrapes your tattered thong off of the floor and stuffs it quickly in his pocket.
Tig snickers loudly from where he’s standing nearby. “You little pervert. We all saw that.”
Juice points his finger at the guy. “Pervert? Seriously? Talk about the pot calling the kettle black...”
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In the meantime, none of that got past the king. Jax doesn’t miss a thing, and he’s possessive of his property, beyond belief. He promptly shoots a sharp glare at the thong thief. “Think you can try and take what’s mine? I’m gonna be needing that back.”
The look on Juice’s face, at that... you cannot help but laugh, and have a little pity. Something about this whole dynamic with the audience around you has restored a little sanity and dignity, and you’re able to string words together, even while you’re still getting completely fucked to pieces by Jax Teller. 
“Aw, let him have it, Jax. Poor guy’s just picking up scraps. You’re the one who still owns my whole ass.”
Chiming in with his distinctive accent, Chibs echoes your laugh with an approving clap. “Now would ya look at that. So generous! Jackie Boy, you got yourself there one hell of a lass.”
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You smile at him with a playful wink as Jax keeps pushing deeper in, his cock seemingly harder with every thrust, bigger the farther it sinks. “Fuck yeah, he does. You jealous?”
“Aye, as if you have to ask...”
Jax doesn’t like it when you spend more than two seconds with your eyes on anybody else. Although he knows no one’s an actual threat, that fact still doesn’t change how possessive he gets. He takes his hands off of your legs now to powerfully grab your head, keeping your face in place just where he wants it, your gaze fixed on him alone as he keeps fucking you dead.
You can still hear the chorus of indistinct voices:
“Fuck her up!”
“Own that slut!”
“Pound that pussy, Pres!”
And so he does, making you moan and beg him for more, spouting out filth like a two-dollar whore, as his huge monster cock brings you closer and closer to climax. “Fuck yes—Jesus Christ, holy fucking shit—destroy me with that dick—God, you’re so big—fuck, Jax...!”
It feels like you’re about to burst. Happy, for one, seems to want that to happen. He’s more into the action than the words. “Just shut her up and fuck her harder. Till it hurts.”
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You didn’t think that it would be humanly possible for Jax to fuck you any harder than he has been, in these past however many fucking minutes... but apparently it is. And the mind-blowing pain that it causes is pure fucking bliss. All of a sudden he picks up the pace, hips ramming into you so hard the table seems about to break, grunting and groaning out with every move he makes and leaning down to suck the screams out of your mouth, drilling deeper into every inch of your body and drowning you in his delicious taste as he devours your face.
Fuck if that’s not a one-way ticket straight to subspace.
Although your consciousness is all but gone, you try to stay afloat now as Jax pulls back from the kiss to ask one last question. “Who owns this fucking cunt?”
You couldn’t give less of a shit just how insane you sound right now. You’re honestly just proud that you can speak English somehow. “You own this cunt! You own my whole entire ass! You fucking own me, Jax! You... fucking... unghhhh...”
The whole entire room knows what’s about to happen. And as you come undone, some part of you can hear them jeering, cheering, every one of them so damn proud and supportive of their king... 
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But for the most part you can only hear and see and feel one thing: Jax Fucking Teller all around you, deep inside you, splitting you right fucking open, filling you up with his white hot cum until it feels as if your whole goddamn existence served the sole purpose of leading up to this one perfect moment, to this epically earth-shattering explosion...
There is no better feeling in the world than being owned by him. You know it now, and so does everybody in this room. Damn did he show them. Just as you had asked. Jax Fucking Teller went off and did that. Showed off ow utterly and undeniably he owns your whole entire fucking ass.
You end up spending just a few more lazy minutes making out, tongues halfway down each other’s throats. “Mmmm, glad that I got you to come, Y/N,” he gloats, again, smirking in smug satisfaction now that the task is finally done.
But the night is still young. So you tell him. “Well, Teller—you should know that your dirty girl has three fuckable holes... and you’ve only fucked one.”
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Road trip w/ Kaminari, Shinsou and Bakugou
Request: Shinso, Kami, and Bakugou on a long trip/plane ride with their S/o? Happy holidays bb! - 🥐
I wish I could go on a trip. I need Christmas break to last longer, I’m not ready to go back to school and study for uni, I’m not emotionally capable. I hate it here.💖💖💖
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warnings: fluff
Kaminari Denki
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-You have a mini fight about who gets to drive at first. 
-You don’t trust him because he is dumb and bisexual and he believes that you’ll fall asleep ont he wheel cuz you stayed up until like 2 am the previous day downloading music and making playlists for the journey. 
-He gets to drive the first shift and it goes relatively well.
-You get some extra sleep, he enjoys his time behind the wheel and boom you’re now at a gas station having brunch before hitting the road again.
-Karaoke driving. 
-I think that’s all I have to say about your road trip with this guy. 
-HE will ignore the playlists with the soft songs because he needs to vibe at first. 
-Kills it with the Shakira impressions like you start wondering what would happen if he suddenly decides to follow a music career like Jiro. 
-So many bathroom stops. 
-Does this man have a prostate problem because damn.
-He can’t go for more than an hour without stopping to pee. 
-The one time you ask to stop at a gas station for a bathroom break he suggests just stopping at the side of the road and you could pee there. 
- “I do it so you can too.” 
-Denki honey I don’t have a dick to wip out…...I need essentials. 
-May or may not have taken the wrong exit at some point and you took a thirty minute detour. 
-At least you got some nice photos out of it. 
-Speaking of photos. 
-Your camera roll will be filled with selfies, stupid videos of Kami hyping himself up at a red light. 
-Races with other cars at said red lights. 
-You fear for your life most of the time, grasping the door handle like your life depended on  it because in reality it kinda did. 
-You beg him to take over and drive for a little bit but he brushes you off. 
- “You seem tired baby, let me drive for a bit.” 
- “Nope I’m perfectly fine Y/N. Gonna get us to the hotel so fucking fast.” 
- “Denki no-”
-He calms down after a while, and he lets you put on your soft playlist so you could both just vibe. 
-His hand is resting on your thigh, giving it a few firm squeezes every now and then. 
-He likes drumming the beat of the song on your skin.
-You start random conversations about anything and everything and if you’re being honest you love these types of moments. 
-There are no villains to fight, no danger in the horizon *apart from his driving* and you get to enjoy the tranquility while enjoying the ride.
-Denki starts telling you about adopting a dog and you joke that he would be a horrible dog dad. 
- “Maybe cats are better for you babe.” 
-You are no longer heroes. 
-You are just a couple going on a road trip, away from all your troubles and worries just you and him. 
-You reach the hotel later than you expected though…..it was those damn bathroom breaks!!!
Shinsou Hitoshi
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-The trip is spontaneous. 
-You were both chillin in your apartment when he popped the question. 
- “Wanna go on a trip? I’m bored.” 
-You never expected him to pick a place this far away, you weren’t complaining though. 
-Road trips with him are immaculate. 
-He helps you pack your bags in no time, picking your favorite outfits out and placing them in your travel bags along with a bunch of snacks and a fluffy blanket. 
-You hit the road in less than an hour.
-It’s still dark out when you start your trip and Hitoshi insists you take a nap, get your beauty sleep while he drives. 
- “Don’t worry we won’t crash, I hope.”
-You do take a nap eventually but not for long and you wake up just in time to watch the sunrise with your boyfriend. 
-He will pull over and take pictures with the sunrise as your background. 
-He says he needs a new wallpaper on his phone and there’s an empty picture frame at his desk back at work. 
-He needs to fill them somehow. 
-Around noon he brings the fluffy blanket in the front seat, wrapping it around you so you can snuggle and possibly fall asleep again. 
-In reality he wants to take more pictures of  you with drool dripping down your chin for blackmail purposes but you will not yield !!!
-The trip is mainly filled with music and low humming coming from the both of you. 
-Though when a love song that reminds him of you comes on he will lean over and grip your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze, a blush blooming on his cheeks. 
-Makes many stops in spots that look great for photos or having an amazing view. 
-Definitely has prepared a picnic basket and before you know it you are munching down on some sandwiches he made while your feet are dangling over a small cliff you happened to come across. 
-Shares random facts about nature and animals with you. 
-Shinsou strikes me as a guy who watches a lot of documentaries and animal planet shows, so he has obtained random information and now he is explaining the mating cycle of penguins. 
-Would definitely prefer to sleep in the car and not rent a room. 
-He wants to stay outside looking at the stars for as long as possible and then snuggle up with you in the driver's seat, your head against his chest and his hand buried in your hair. 
-If you want to go to a hotel because you feel more comfortable, he won’t complain. 
-As long as he gets to cuddle you anything is fine in his book. 
-He puts on YOUR song while you are looking at the sky and invites you to dance with him. 
-Wraps his arms around your waist and slowly sways you back and forth, following the rhythm of the song as he looks into your eyes. 
-He loves capturing the moment so expect many photos to be taken and a bunch of videos of you two dancing. 
-He has his crackhead moments though so you can expect to be shoved into the water if you’re near a lake or at the beach. 
-He might draw a mustache on you while you sleep but don’t worry you get payback when he is asleep. 
Bakugou Katsuki 
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-Whines while you back everything. 
-And when I say whines I mean he grumbles under his breath about this stupid shirt that he can’t seem to fold correctly.
-Anyways once you hit the road he is more relaxed than usual. 
-He keeps this tight, aggressive persona out in public you sometimes forget that this man, this amazing partner is also a pro hero who is known for his rough edges. 
-Sure, his explosive behavior doesn’t disappear when he is with you but he is a lot tamer and calm around you.
-During the car ride he makes small talk with you, sharing random events from his patrols and stupid shit his “squad” have done while out in public. 
-When he comes home every night he is just so tired that many details slip his mind as he recounts his day to you, seeing him right now a genuine smile gracing his lips as his only focus is the road in front of him really warms your heart. 
-He becomes more affectionate. 
-Hand gripping yours while he drives or his palm on your thigh, rubbing your soft skin as he hums along with the music. 
-Even if he needs to switch gears he won’t let go.
-Surprisingly he is the type to put on an audio book after a while. 
-Usually it's after your wedding song is over or soon after that. 
-Your song is like a trigger and suddenly sophisticated Bakugou emerges asking you to pick an audiobook from his collection and put it on. 
-Gets really invested in the story and pauses it every five minutes so you can discuss it. 
- “She could have escaped through the window why the fuck did she let herself get caught?” 
- “No Katsu!!! She needs to make sure the prince is alive!!” 
- “That’s fucking dumb!” 
-Let’s you take candid pictures of him and won’t complain when you coo over how pretty he looks with the sun behind him. 
-Don’t worry he is plotting to fill his gallery of pics of you sleeping. 
-When you actually fall asleep he will turn the radio down and hum softly under his breath. 
-If it starts raining heavily he will pull over and wait for it to calm down a bit. 
-My personal headcanon is that Katsuki has a car with a skylight *if that’s what its called* so he brings the seats down and you lay there admiring the rain falling onto the glass. 
-He likes talking about more serious matters when you are like this. 
-From your future to what pet your future kids could have. 
-If you get cold while waiting for the rain to calm down, he has a blanket on the ready. 
-He places you on his chest and drapes the blanket over you, enjoying your warmth and the filling of your pulse under his fingertips. 
-Might get a little emotional if a slow song is playing. 
-He is just too overwhelmed by his emotions at times like these, when he can hold you and feel the pure love and adoration flow between the two of you like water. 
-I love you’s are exchanged and many kisses. 
-When he starts driving again he is so refreshed, it’s like a completely different person. 
-Gas station stops and bathroom breaks are a nightmare cuz he keeps hyping himself up in order to go into Bakugou public mode. 
-You just want your Katsuki, the cuddly Katsuki. 
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Apprentice.
Pairing: Stephen Strange x F!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Mutual Pining
Warning: Forced kissing (?) idk how to put it. Almost one non-consensual kiss.
Summary: Doctor Strange, World's Greatest Sorcerer, is in love with his apprentice. Unfortunately, when it comes to love, he's a dumbass.
Author's Note: Hey guys I'm sorry I haven't posted in so long! My college started, my classes are going on in full force and I haven't written anything readable in so long ugghhhh hope you guys enjoy this (Except for Loki, Spider-Man, Bonky and Steeb, the other characters' fics don't do that well 😳 but I'ma post this nonetheless)
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Stephen POV:
I sighed as I watched Y/N sitting on the floor talking and joking around with the Cloak of Levitation. "Skedaddle, skedoodle..." "Y/N—" "Your dick is a noodle!" Levi made a happy noise and wrapped itself tightly around Y/N. She completely ignored me, laughing as the cloak hugged her.
Y/N was my apprentice. She also, coincidentally, happened to be the woman I was totally, hopelessly and obsessively in love with. "Y/N, if you're done, maybe you can come here and help me!" I yelled as cold-heartedly as possible, finally having enough. "Sorry, sir," she whispered.
Oh, the things she did to me when she called me 'sir'. Of course, Y/N was the best apprentice ever. She was the student every teacher dreamed of. Wait, that came out a bit creepy— She got up and quickly walked to me. Levi settled herself back on my shoulders. Y/N took a book in her hand and started reading.
I silently watched her as she focused on the book. Since I was so in love with her, my mind believed that maybe being cold to her would help me. I needed to get rid of distractions and Y/N... she was my biggest distraction. "Sir, I found it!" Y/N squealed, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Give that to me," I huffed, grabbing the book from her hand. "You may leave." Y/N nodded and got up, walking out of the library. I watched. The way her hips swayed when she walked, the way she only liked to wear skirts and sweaters all the time drove me crazy.
It was hard not to be in love with such a beautiful person.
Y/N POV:
"What's his problem," I grumbled as I picked my book off the stairs. I sat down on the fourth step and opened the book again. I was an apprentice to the one and only, Doctor Stephen Strange. I liked it at the New York Sanctum, that's where the both of us lived. I liked being an apprentice to the Sorcerer Supreme too, that is, if he treated me like a person.
He never talked politely to me. I was very damn sure that whatever it was, was my fault. I did something. So I started taking care more. I never messed up. It had been months since my last mistake. All of Strange's friends commented well about me. Wong and Mordo said I was the best apprentice there was. Even the Ancient One said I was good.
So what was Strange's problem? At least Levi liked me. She was the only one I could talk to freely, even though the cloak itself couldn't talk. As I quietly sat and read on the stairs, I heard a loud knocking on the door to the sanctum. Startled, I stood up. Before I could move, Strange was running down the stairs. "Don't move," he growled, stopping me as I followed him.
His hand collided hard with my chest and I was thrown back. I landed on the stairs on my butt. I groaned and scrambled back to my feet as Strange opened the door. Outside stood the two Norse Gods, Thor and Loki. My eyes widened.
I stood silently as the three of them chatted. A blush crept up my cheeks as I noticed that instead of focusing on what Strange was saying, Loki was eyeing me up.
I honestly didn't think I looked that great. Sure, I had a maintained figure and a thankfully unblemished face but no one would be into this. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and looked away, Loki's stare still burning holes through my body. I heard Strange sighing.
"Alright, follow me. Y/N, keep an eye on Loki. Make sure he doesn't touch anything," Stephen glared at me and went upstairs with Thor. I looked down. Why did Dr Strange hate me so much? As far as I remember, I had done nothing to him. "It's sad, how he treats you."
"What do you mean?" I looked up at Loki, confused. I grew extremely self conscious as Loki took a few steps towards me, smirking. "Judging by his tone and glare, he clearly despises you. Why do you still continue to be with him, dearest?" he crooned and I took a step back.
"It's— it's not what you think... I'm his apprentice, not his girlfriend," I whispered, uncomfortable. "An apprentice? How nice."
"Wh-What?"
I got incredibly scared when Loki smirked more and stepped closer to me. "That means you're available, aren't you? Unless..." I shook my head furiously. "I'm not dating," I said in a rush. Wait, why was I acting like that? I wasn't interested in him, not at all!
There was no denying he was handsome and intelligent, but I just didn't like him that way. "Good. I've always wanted a pretty princess like you." I audibly gulped as Loki stood an inch away from me. I was standing on the sixth step on the stairs while Loki stood on the fifth. Even still, he was taller than I was. He leaned down and breathed out.
My heart rate skyrocketed, what was he doing? Whatever it was, I didn't like it. I loved someone else. I was in love with my teacher, Stephen Strange. It hurt me everyday how much he hated me but I liked him a lot. As soon as Loki's lips were about to be placed on mine... "Loki, I told you not to touch anything!" Loki quickly pulled back and stepped down.
I continued standing where I was, my eyes closed as I breathed heavily. When I opened my eyes, I saw Strange glaring daggers at Loki. It looked as if he was about to kill Loki then and there. "Sir—" I started but he cut me off. "Ah-ah! Shut up, I'll deal with you later!" he growled.
"Yes, sir," I whispered, looking down. My eyes filled with tears, what was happening? When no one was looking, I wiped my tears.
Alas, I was wrong. Strange saw me wiping my tears and his heart finally shattered.
Stephen POV:
I could not believe the audacity of that terrible excuse for a demigod. How dare he try to kiss the love of my life right under my roof?! I was incredibly upset when I saw that Y/N wasn't pushing him away. I knew she had always been a shy person, but...
"Thor, take your brother and leave," I grunted, opening a portal. Thor was just looking around awkwardly as Loki smirked at me and I glared at him. "I'll not be forgetting about you, Y/N!" Loki purposely yelled as he stepped through the portal. I looked at Y/N as he said it and saw her flinching.
So she really didn't care about that man. My heart broke. Why was I treating her like this? Like a caged animal? Like a disappointing kid? Y/N was far from disappointing, she was excellent. When the portal closed, I looked at Y/N. "Care to explain?" I snapped, crossing my arms.
"It wasn't me, it was all him," she whispered, her voice breaking. She was trying not to break down. "What did he do?" I questioned. "He... he tried to kiss me. I didn't want to do it. I don't like him that way." Y/N was still looking at the ground, her book long forgotten on the stairs.
I picked it up. "I want you to look up when we talk!" Her head snapped up and her eyes widened. I was holding her book out to her. She extended a shaking hand and accepted the book. "Th-Thank you," she stuttered. I realised that her whole body was shaking. That's when it hit me, how difficult it was for her.
I treated her like scum, blinded by my own mind. She was doing her best to impress me yet I continued ignoring her. Today's incident must have been worse for her. I mean, being taken without consent... my mind cleared up.
I had to make it up to her.
"Come on, Y/N, let's continue with our research, shall we?" I asked her softly and she nodded, still avoiding my eyes. We walked to the library. After that, I treated her like the princess, the angel she was. I complimented her all the time, became friendlier with her.
She worked as diligently as ever. But now, there was happiness around her when she worked. And I, as always, loved watching her. I wanted to confess my feelings. By now, I didn't care about rejection. I just wanted to get the feelings out. "Sir?" Yet again, I snapped out of my thoughts.
"Yes, sweetheart?" I asked, smiling at her. "Have I got something on my face or are you lost in thoughts?" she chuckled, eyes shining with teasing affection. I admit, after seeing her break down and finally treating her nicely, Y/N and I grew closer. We talked outside work now and she had a lot of interesting things to tell me.
"You've got something on your face," I smiled, getting up. I sat in front of her on the floor; she loved sitting on floors for some reason. She said it was cold and she liked it. "What?" she frowned, touching her face. "Beauty," I whispered and she froze. She looked at me.
"Sir, I—"
"I'm just gonna say it, Y/N, I'm in love with you."
"Then why did you treat me like I was nothing?"
"Because I didn't want any distraction from my work. You were the biggest distraction ever, with a beauty like that."
"What do you mean?"
"I thought that maybe by treating you coldly the feelings would go away. But they grew. And now I realize, my work is actually the biggest distraction from you." She chuckled at my joke. I took her hand and pressed a kiss to it. "Please tell me you like me back, I won't be able to sleep at night," I whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She grinned and tittered.
"Of course I do, I love you so much, sir," she whispered and I finally, after months of pining, pressed my lips to hers. She kissed back. My hands moved to her waist and I brought her on my lap, leaning against the wall behind me as we kissed passionately.
"Tell me you're mine, no one else's."
"Of course I'm yours, sir."
"Gah, you have no idea what that word does to me."
She found out that night.
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A/N: Oop. Leave a like if you liked it lol
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theglitterypages · 3 years
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Title: Brat
Pairings: levi x fem! Reader
Summary: Instead of Titans, vampires are the one causing horrors in towns, Survey Corps are the vampire slayers who stayed out every night to protect the town together with the Garrison. You accidentally stayed past curfew because you missed your bus. (Time setting in modern times)
Warnings: None
Word count: 2000+
Typographical and grammatical errors ahead!
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The sky is already dark, the pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. The wind was howling as you walk alone, it's not ideal and it's not comfortable to be alone in the streets. You look around you, you couldn't help but shiver as your eyes settled at the big ass trees. It's damn scary.
You can already see your Mother's angry face as she waits for you at home. It's already past curfew, not everyone is brave enough to stay outside their houses at this time of the night, not when there are vampires lurking all over the town.
You silently prayed that the Garrison deployed troops to patrol in this part of the street and if you're lucky enough you hope that the Survey Corps are also around to kill vampires since they're the ones expert in doing so.
The cold wind slapped your face and you shivered, you hugged yourself and held the strap of your sling bag tightly, you still failed to sight any uniformed men around, they're probably late in patrolling again or they already left. Either way, you're in big trouble now.
“Need someone to accompany you, little kitten?” says a deep bloodcurdling voice. Your blood ran cold as you stopped dead on your tracks, you couldn't see where the hell was that voice came from but it's damn near. ”You are a fool to stay outside. Wanting to get eaten aren't you?” that was when a man wearing a black shirt appeared out of the dark part of the street.
“I can already smell your blood from where I stood, I wonder if they taste as delicious as you look.”
You took a step back, both knees trembling as the man slowly close your distance. Given that the man is a vampire—you can see his fangs, you're much slower than him, you focused on your peripheral vision, if you'd run towards the woods, it would be more dangerous, other vampires are probably in there waiting for their preys.
You cussed mentally, before running as fast as you could while you scream at the top pf your lungs, hoping that somebody would hear you. You occasionally look back to see the vampire smiling at you coldly, he's enjoying the chase, purposely running after you in a slow manner so you would get tired and give up but there's no way you'd willingly let him suck off every ounce of your blood.
As you kept on running away from the hideous vampire you suddenly bumped into someone, you gasped in horror, thinking that it was another vampire but you saw a short man wearing a Survey Corps uniform with a light gray button up shirt underneath it along with a white ascot.
He's hot not gonna lie.
“You're a stupid bastard for choosing to hunt while the Survey Corps is around.”
When you looked back at the vampire you can already see the terrified look in his eyes, slowly stepping back from you and the man. “Petra, take this girl somewhere safe. We'll be questioning her later for staying outside at this time of the night.” a short woman with blonde hair and brown eyes appeared, wearing the same uniform that the man wears. She offered her hand to you and you gladly took it so you could stand up, wanting to get away from the danger.
The woman took you somewhere far enough from the short man and the vampire but still near enough to hear whatever they are talking about. “Is it okay that you left him there?" You asked the woman named Petra, she laughed at your question as she shrugged her shoulders. “I would be more scared of that Vampire's fate. Captain Levi's not an easy guy, he has killed hundreds of vampires.” your mouth gaped open at the way she spoke so fondly of the man, you deduced that she's crushing hard on him but who wouldn't? He's looking like a full course meal, he'd probably be arrested for killing all the ladies because of that face.
But that wasn't your business, your eyes went back to the man and the vampire, the vampire was obviously frightened yet he still stood in front of Levi who was calmly holding his swords in both his hands, his green hooded cloak danced with the wind.
Levi smirked at the vampire, “You're not gonna piss your pants right now, are you?” he stepped forward and looked at the vampire with his dull gray eyes, “Don't you even dare think of running.” after that, the vampire already ran away while Levi chased him with ease, his outstanding skills in using vertical maneuvering equipment evidently shows as he chased down the vampire.
When he landed in front of the vampire, he gave him a cold smirk, “What makes you think that you can escape from me?” the vampire charged himself towards Levi but Levi swiftly avoided his blow, he kicked his knees and stepped on his back. “You will see where your boastfulness would bring you, Ackerman.” Levi flipped the vampire over and pointed his sword at his heart, his foot firmly pressed against his stomach, making him incapable of moving.
“Shut up and die.”
He struck his sword on the vampire's heart, killing him instantly, it only took seconds for him to turn into ashes, Levi boredly placed his sword back to its place as he quielty walked away from the scene heading back to where you are.
Your knees quivered when he stopped in front of you, you are short yourself and he's still an inch taller than you, despite of the not so big height difference you couldn't help but be intimidated as his dull gray eyes pierced onto your soul. “Captain, we should interrogate her at the nearest headquarters, Commander Erwin would—” Levi raised his hand to stopped Petra from talking, “There's no need for that. This brat's parents are probably looking for her now.” he said in a monotone.
“Captain Levi!”
Your head snapped towards the direction of the voices you heard, you see four men running as they shout Levi's name over and over but as they got closer you've come to recognize one of them. “Eren?!” you shouted when he finally stopped in front of you. “Y/N?! What are you doing in here?! You're the one attacked by a vampire?!” he shouted as he held both of your shoulders, shaking you violently.
Eren is a friend of yours, you met him because of his parents, you two knew each other since you were kids. “Are you okay?! Did that vampire do anything bad to you?” he looked at you from head to foot before shaking you again.
Before you could even scold him, Levi's hand flew to the back of his head. Eren winced as he rubbed the sore spot, staring at his Captain with wide eyes.
“The vampire wasn't even able to touch her loud brat, you're the one making so much damage. She'd probably lose more of her brain cells because of how violent you shook her.” Levi deadpanned.
Eren blinked twice as he pouted, you suddenly felt Levi held your elbow and turned you so you could face him. “Before we let you go, what the fuck are you doing outside? You could've been one of the corpse we'd take at the town's morgue.” You frowned at him as you removed his hand on your elbow, “I was at the school library, I missed the last bus. I got no choice but to walk.” Levi crossed his arms over his chest as he narrowed his eyes at you.
Gunther slowly pulled back Petra away from you and Levi, “He looks so pissed.” Eren whispered worriedly as he stood beside Eld. Oluo snickered beside Eren before leaning in to whisper, “He always look like that, kid. Get used to it.” Eren gulped and his eyes settled at you and Levi once more.
“Are you even thinking? Troops are dying everyday to save this town and here you are, roaming the streets past curfew as if offering yourself to the vampires. What kind of stupidity is this?”
You crossed your arms over your chest, imitating his pose as you raise your chin up. “Look, I'm thankful that you saved my life but you better watch your mouth, Shorty." Gunther, Eld, Oluo, Eren and Petra coughed to surpress their laughter. They never heard anyone talk back to their captain the way you do and it was very amusing.
“Did you just call me, Shorty?” he tilted his head looking at you from head to toe before smirking deviously, “You're not the one to talk.” he insulted back, his grey eyes staring into yours.
You gasped. “Are we done now, shorty? My Mom's probably looking for me now. I have no time for your childish shits.” the man is hot but he's getting on your nerves, those gray eyes are mesmerizing but he's too much to handle.
Levi was amused, it was the very first time that someone bravely insulted him back, as much as his pride was hurt at the shorty comment he commends you for entertaining him. It was fun to have someone shot back insults at him, his comrades are always afraid to talk back to him but you, you're different, very different.
“Did somebody ever told you that you're such a brat?”
“Did somebody ever told you that you're a dick?”
Eren stepped in between the two of you, he slowly pushed you away from Levi as he whispered at you, “I'll take you home, we have to get away from here as soon as possible.” you grimaced, “What? He insulted me first!” you complained but Eren shook his head at you, telling you to stop talking.
He's not really ready to face Levi's wrath, not when he just got kicked by his captain few days ago, it was painful as fuck.
He knew Levi wouldn't dare hit a girl but no shit Sherlock the heated argument between the two of you might escalate more and he doesn't know how it would end but he's sure it wouldn't end really well.
“Captain, I'll be meeting you at the headquarters, I just gotta take Y/N home.” Eren smiled awkwardly.
Levi shook his head firmly as he took a step forward to pull Eren away from you. “You have to stay with them, Eren. You know exactly why, I'll take her home.” Eren's eyes widened as he hold onto Levi's arms. “Captain, my friend was just joking about everything she said.” Levi's eyes settled on Eren's hands that are clutched onto his sleeve.
“If I saw that there's a dirt in my sleeve because of your filthy hand, you'll sleep at the basement.”
Eren immediately let go of Levi's sleeves. He's afraid for what might happen if Levi would be the one to accompany you to your home but he's more afraid of his own fate, you're a strong independent woman, he's damn sure you can handle yourself.
“Wait right here. Watch out for vampires.” Levi ordered.
You stared up at him as his bangs got blown by the wind, he looks so good with that undercut, those gray eyes are attractive too but you also noticed the dark circles around it, he's probably sleep deprived, given that he works in the Survey corps. Poor little beaitiful thing, wait, what? “What, brat? You gonna stay here staring at me or we'll get going so you could go home?” you snapped out of your thoughts and rolled your eyes.
“Ugh. Fine, bye Eren.” you waved at your friend and he waved back with an awkward smile. “Bless you, Y/N.” Petra couldn't help but stare at you and Levi with genuine shock written all over her face, why Levi is insisting to take you home? He's not the type to do such thing.
“Captain we could—” before she could suggest that she'll walk you home herself, Levi already talked over her. “Save it, Petra. Stay here and wait for me to get back.” he commanded before he gently pushed you so you could start walking.
The first few minutes of walking with Levi was filled by awful silence but he was the first one to talk.
“Just so you know, once we spotted you roaming the streets past curfew again, I'll bring you to Erwin.”
“This is the first time I stayed out past curfew. Not doing it again.” you snickered and Levi let out a low chuckle.
“You better keep your words, brat.” he whispered as he raked his fingers in his jet black hair, as the two of you walk in silence again, you couldn't help but observe him in your peripheral view.
Levi is quite short but his physique is well developed, the man has the charm to make every girls crazy just by the way he walks like he owns the streets, he's attractive only if he's not so sassy.
You snorted at the thought and Levi's gaze landed at you, “Still cursing me in your head?" He smirked, triggering you to talk back to him but you chose not to, you were too preoccupied because of his scent, he smells like fresh soap with a calming aroma of manliness.
Sweet Lord, he smells so damn good.
Levi noticed how your cheeks slowly turned to crimson red, he doesn't have any idea why but he assumed that you're red because you're so pissed because of him. He found himself staring at you for so long, as you walk with your head slightly down, your hair freely sway with the cold breeze, its vanilla scent tickles his nostrils and he almost cussed underneath his breath as he inhaled your feminine scent.
“Ahm, Captain...we're already here in front of our house.”
Levi jerked out of his thoughts and he stared at the house in front of him. “Hmm, you should go inside.” he told you as he pointed the brown metal gate of your house, you awkwardly held onto the strap of your sling bag, shifting your weight from foot to foot as you stared at Levi.
“Well, ahm. Sorry for acting like a brat earlier and thank you for saving me.” you told him in a low voice as you looked down trying to hide the blush creeping in your cheeks.
Levi found it adorable, he clicked his tongue as he clasped his hands together. “It's fine, go inside your house, brat. You better be home before curfew on the next days and don't spend much time with Eren.” you looked up at him, confused why you were being told not to spend too much time with your best friend.
“He's my best friend.”
“Just follow my orders, he doesn't need a distraction in our duties.”
Levi wouldn't be able to say that Eren is now a vampire, it's a classfied information and it shall stay within the members of the Survey Corps but he has to warn you, Eren is unstable every time he'll turn into a vampire, they're still looking for ways to turn him back to normal.
“Fine. I gotta go inside, thank you.” you gave him a small smile and Levi somehow froze in his position but he managed to nod at you as he turned his back, ready to walk away but you called after him.
“Levi!”
When Levi looked back, you were already standing in front of him, his lips inches away from yours, he breathed heavily but you didn't notice. You just fished something out of your pocket, you took Levi's hand and placed a pack of wet wipes in his hand.
“There's a dirt on your sleeve. You better wipe it, it looks filthy.” You winked before running towards the gate of your house, opening it silently as you walked to the main door calling out your Mother's name while Levi was stucked from where he stood.
His eyes was fixated on the pack of wet wipes and slowly, he smiled at the sight of it but his smile quickly faded when his gaze landed on his sleeves, it was indeed dirty, Eren's dirty hands left a mark on it.
“Fuck it, Eren.” he growled.
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minjoonalist · 3 years
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Buzzkill | Ksj. 18+
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Pairing: Boss!Seokjin x Driver!Reader
Rating: Mature
Genre: Request, PWP
Word: 6k
Discription: In which your boss has a consistent streak of being the biggest wet blanket.
Warnings: soft dom!Jin, sub!reader, penetration, fingering, unprotected sex they have sex on a stolen car, cursing, explicit wording, slight degradation, Quickie 
A/N: so this is request I received and decided to turn it into a mini fic for a cute little bean, I’m sorry took a second but I do hope you enjoy it sweetie! 😘
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There was nothing more thrilling than the violent purr of the engine surrounding your senses, the harsh wind whipping through your hair, the exhilarating sound of power that brought you and your crew mates through the dark silent streets of an unknown neighborhood and especially the pride that came with knowing everyone would end up praising you for your extraordinary skills as a getaway driver. You’d only known them for about three weeks, but that was plenty of enough time to showcase your abilities and impress them. They would compliment you, lifting your ego for the complicated turns and cheering you on for the risky maneuvers that allowed all of you to get off scot free with more than five hundred thousand dollars...you loved it, every single part of it.
It was moments like this where Jimin snaps his hands to applaud your fearless energy, Hoseok, the personified can of sunshine boosts you for whipping the fast car in front of a massive truck as a means to shake the three police cars chasing you down the highway. The kid, known as Jungkook- widening his eyes in amazement and slight fear once that same truck misses all of you by a hair as you exited fast lane.
It was a thrill and one you found yourself living off of recently.
The adrenaline and rush of everything you had done, bringing life to the boring, mundane one you’d use to live before. How you were just some pretty accountant by day, kissing the asses of rich old men with too much privilege on their hands- but only to turn around and take care of it for them by night time...in other words you were robbing them blind and just the thought alone always had you grinning ear to ear, even while you turned the unharmed vehicle into the hidden garage that your crew mates owned. It was fun, yet rewarding every time and nothing anyone did could ever ruin that-
“That was dumb.”
“Excuse me?”You balk.
All too quickly, the rush of your misdeed had drained away from your body and suddenly the air had gone incredibly still. The three men currently residing in the back of the car, pauses just as perplexed as you were in the driver’s seat- your eyes glued to the platinum blonde male staring you down in the passenger.
Arms crossed, his pearly teeth nibbling on a silver lip ring- Jin, otherwise known as Kim Seokjin and your boss, meets you with an unimpressed gaze “You heard what I said, that was stupid and reckless.” He continues, voice devoid of any kindness as well as having irritation enter those black irises.
You shake your head, blinking a couple of times just to make sure you’re understanding him and maybe you weren’t in some dream. “I’m confused...what are you talking about?” your voice lifts slightly with outrage while you turned the key in the ignition to shut the car off.
Jin’s face only hardens “Don’t make me repeat myself, that bull crap stunt you pulled back there could’ve nearly killed us. We were lucky that truck driver only hesitated from hearing the police sirens just before that exit...like I said, dumb.” The tense outburst between all of you, was enough to throw the entire atmosphere and stun you all into silence.
Well all except Hoseok, as the optimistic member, he suddenly reaches forward to pat Jin on the shoulder from the back “Hey man, She was great back there- Lighten up.”
“Yeah Hyung, the important thing is that we’re all alive and we each have a hundred thousand dollars in our pockets without anyone catching on.” Jungkook decides to chime in as well, peering around for confirmation- which he does receive. “There's no telling what could have happened if she didn’t.”
You on the other hand didn’t reply to the hurtful insult of the soured male beside you and neither did Jimin, Too busy trying to cope with the foreign reaction of your driving skills and that you were being scolded for actually doing your Job. As you sat there listening to the both of them defend your honor, you’d hoped some of it might have gotten to the quiet grouch raining in on your thrill, but instead it only increased his anger. Which only caused Seokjin to turn his attention to the three men in the back.
He sends an expectant look to Hoseok “I’m sorry...do you and Jimin not have money in the back of this car to go count?” He presses harshly “Instead of worrying about the brat, I suggest you tend to your duties.” Seokjin snaps his fingers, causing the dark haired male to flinch and send you all a beaten look before backing down. Within the next few seconds Hoseok opens his back seat door, getting out grumpily and causing a chain for Jimin to follow him. They both walk around to the back of the car, both of them coming into your vision on the rearview mirror. You catch sight of Jimin, a short wink coming from him with two hits to the closed trunk signaling you to pop it open.
Immediately, you oblige.
Meanwhile Jin turns around to Jungkook, the poor kid’s Adam Apple bobbing up and down as your boss looks at him sternly. “Well?”
“Um, I-I should probably help them?” He says a bit unsure, his pitiful posture within the middle seat, making your soft spot for him ache.
His knees knocked together, rough hands rubbing nervously across his muscular thighs- which makes you wonder how he could possibly be so wrecked from one man and yet keep a calm composure when facing the lethal obstacles of obtaining glorious amounts of money. Nonetheless, you don't have much time to process before the kid is scurrying out of his seat, doing the same as his friends and opening the back seat’s door to let himself out-leaving the both of you inside with silence.
“...Well that was uncalled for.” You finally mumble after a few seconds go by.
From beside you, Seokjin Sighs tiredly- almost ruefully before completely ignoring you. The skip in your heart beat from the situation only serves to remind you of how much adrenaline you still had running through your system.
Just like that, Seokjin had immediately ruined the mood like always and if that weren't enough to have you fuming from the buzzkill, then what he said next did him no Justice. “Aw the brat can’t handle criticism all of a sudden?”
Your face turns sour “I can when that person isn’t being a dick.”
“It's never stopped you before.”He scoffs “ Pointing out a selfish move like that doesn’t make me the bad guy Kiddo, unfortunately for you, you have a hard time seeing that fault.”
Your anger spikes, watching as he rests his head back. Even more now that the adrenaline in you had become noticeable and part of you wondered if he was riling you up on purpose.
It wouldn't be the first time…Seokjin had pissed you off plenty of times before in-fact the man had been giving you a hard time since the first day you began. You couldn’t recall a single memory where you and your boss had a pleasant conversation with each other, not when you brought him the damaged and stolen vehicle of your ex to his garage and especially not when you had to explain the wreckage it’d received after you crashed it in an impromptu street race after your break up.
Now that you were thinking about it, you remembered how you even managed to land the job in the first place…Right, because maybe it didn’t help that your ex happened to be very good customer of the garage owner and that if it weren’t for him- you’d be facing a few years behind bars at the moment. Agreeing to never tell the poor soul the whereabouts of his precious child unless you agreed to work a few jobs for him.
Before then, he’d already been aware of your talent, hearing about it constantly from his babbling friend and always dreading the long convos of another man bragging about his girlfriend, who ‘knows how to drive a stick shift in more ways than one’. You grimaced from the crude comment when Jin had mentioned it to you and it’d been a pleasure knowing he wouldn't be able to say it anymore, Although the man himself had no problem bringing it up just to toy with you on the matter.
So yeah you kind of owed it to him, especially when he’d taken the liberty to fix the car up for you...but still...It doesn’t mean he gets to be an ass right now.
“You’re right Jin, It's not like I'm risking my life too,” The man rolls his eyes as soon as you speak “-Or that I managed to lose three police cars and a helicopter that nearly caught us from a misdirection you gave prior.” You huff out from your nose, your face turning so red Seokjin could've sworn he’d seen steam coming from your ears.
He then hears it before he sees it, the sound of an opening car door and shuffling coming from his side, only to see you clamber out of your seat angrily and turn his way. “You know what, forget it, we got the money... If you think what I did was selfish, fine, but I’m done, I did what you asked and I got us the hell out of there. So do us all a favor and take that damn stick out of your ass for once.” You snap at the older man, not giving him a chance to reply before slamming the car door in his face and also not noticing the way he shamelessly eyes you from his seat.
From behind the car, all three men freeze from your sudden outburst- their shocked expressions morphing while seeing someone so calm suddenly go-off on the most intimidating person here. You clear your throat from the awkward air surrounding you…maybe now would be a good time to leave. You think to yourself, your feeting shifting to turn away until one final sound of a slammed car door stops you as well.
Seokjin steps out, his own aura turning for the worst, but he doesn't plan to take it out on the others. No in-fact even as the three quickly move into action from seeing him appear as well, he doesn’t spare them glance when his eyes ignite on fire from your words. Seokjin’s nostrils flare, inked arms flexing at his sides under a light pink button down and the back of his neck gone completely red, bringing the tiniest bit of fear in you, that you’d gone too far.
Oh and you did.
“Jungkook.” The air practically vibrates with the bass of Seokjin’s voice. The younger stops in between Hoseok and Jimin, eyes widened with curiosity of hearing his name.
“Y-Yes?” he answers quickly.
Seokjin glances at him, an honest emotion written on his face- giving you whiplash from the sudden change of character. “Go home. It's late and the last thing I need is for your older brother to jump down my throat about where you’ve been. Tell Namjoon I’ll be making your drop Tomorrow morning.” He says with finalty. Namjoon...That name itself was enough to punch you in the gut and had it not been for the crippling rush plaguing your body- you’d be feeling quite nauseous at the mention of your ex-boyfriend.
At first Jungkook makes no effort to move completely bewildered by the sudden order “I...but-”
Jimin gives him a light shove to break his trance. “Go, before you piss him off even more -we got it from here.” he whispers but not low enough that you couldn’t catch it from your side of the car.
Jungkook, looks around to all of you for the last time tonight, muttering a silent confirmation before slowly backing off and heading in the opposite direction. No doubt heading out to his own car. After that is done Seokjin barks the simple orders to the two others “Count and leave.” Insisting how late it is for them as well and if he saw them again tonight- they’ll have more to worry about than whether or not they make it home.
Unlike Jungkook, the both of them agree with no hesitation, grabbing what was left in the trunk and heading off somewhere deeper into the garage without so much as glancing your way or saying goodnight. A strange way to act, considering they were always the first ones to do so and with that- you couldn’t stop the sinking foreboding in the pit of your stomach.
Oh.
Finally Seokjin comes back to you, expression blank and yet you could still feel the cold chill draping down your spine from the look- A strange mix of adrenaline with the beginnings of a newfound lust rising in your abdomen from the wolfish gaze he sends your way. Across from his side of the car, He snaps his fingers once again and points to you. “Come here.” He doesn’t question and neither do you, your body on autopilot as your slow footsteps reaches his ears. Each step felt non-existent as if you were walking into a trap and it was too late to turn back. You swallow, frowning up at the tense man staring at you while you walk around the car. Once close enough, you stop a few feet away from him, the butterflies in your stomach sending alarms to your head that you had found yourself in this situation with Seokjin.
Strange how it quickly turned to excitement.
He gives you a once over, narrowed eyes zoning in specifically on how far you’d allowed yourself space. He suddenly meets your eyes “Do you like pissing me off?” The male could only ask, crossing his arms together- your own eyes flickering to the tattooed biceps bulging out from the action.
You swallow in your very dry throat. “I could ask you the same thing, you’ve grown quite the record.”
He arches a brow, face hardening from the reply and he suddenly takes a step forward, beginning to circle opposite of the car and towards you. “ I’m not trying to be an ass, y/n.” He starts cautiously.
“You’ve been an ass since the first day we met,” You sputter in disbelief watching him take another slow step. “admit it you don’t like me because you think I broke your friend’s heart. Good news, it's the other way around.” You point out wearily, subconsciously taking a step back of your own towards the hood of the car.
It was no secret how bad of a break up you and your ex had and if anyone knew, it was definitely Jungkook. The constant bickering and fighting between you and his older brother, the poor thing had to have heard every horrible word you both spat at each other within their home and there was no surprise that even he wanted you to end it. Truth be told, you both were wrong, a bad match to put it lightly and the biggest problem seemed to be how easy it was for Namjoon to wear his heart on his sleeve. He was too jealous, too demanding, too sensitive and It's probably why anyone would think you were the one who hurt him, that definitely wasn’t the case.
Seokjin’s Features turn down in confusion, before a sly grin breaks across his face, a reaction you weren't expecting and his brows furrowing in as if the words you were speaking are absolute gibberish. “Is that what you think? That's... Interesting.” he ponders out loud, amusement clear as ever in his voice. “I mean you’re wrong, but you’re right I don’t like you.”
Your face goes flat, from where you stand Seokjin has gotten significantly closer- your entire body on high alert as your boss begins to tower over you. He tilts his head, your instincts screaming at you to run away and yet you don’t move a single inch- your heart pounding in your chest. “Your mouth and narcissistic tendencies piss me off to no end, but you can drive so Namjoon was right about that and If I actually gave a shit about your past relationship- I wouldn’t constantly find myself wanting to fuck a brat against his car at this moment.” He shrugs while bringing himself even closer, those sinful eyes swirling with a much darker intention.
“I-I what?”
Your entire nervous system jolts from the confession, the electrifying mixture of arousal strumming through you more than ever as the visual had gone to your head. It’s not like you’ve never thought of it before, After all you’d be lying to say you weren’t attracted to him- he was insanely gorgeous. However the problem came whenever Seokjin would go out of his way to comment negatively to you or for instance dismiss your every attempt whenever you tried to have a decent conversation with him.
But now that was different, So much that part of you couldn’t comprehend the sudden force of his lips crashing down on yours. A surprised yelp leaving your body from the soft plush fiercely molding against your mouth, accompanied with the searing cold of his silver lip ring. The kiss is completely unexpected and yet for some reason hot licks of arousal pool around within your stomach easily. You breathe deeply into him, two long arms coming to wrap tightly within the curve of your waist and Seokjin’s hand snakes slightly under the warmth of your shirt, resting at the small of your back.
All over, the butterflies you were feeling had gone completely haywire, your body being pressed firmly into his hard chest and on instinct your own hands had braced themselves onto his broad shoulders.
He groans, a startling vibration that has you rubbing your thighs together, managing to catch his attention in the process and Seokjin can’t help but to run his tongue across the bottom seam of your lips. It feels as if your body had naturally melted into him, the dominance in his kiss leaving you breathless and your head had begun to spin as he moves to suck on your bottom lip- wanting entry so bad he had even sank his teeth to elicit a moan from your end.
“Damn I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.” His husky chuckle has you keening into him, the hands on your back roaming up further, when he lifts you more into him. By now Seokjin had managed to slip in completely, the wet muscle maneuvering in every way it pleased, taking over completely and tasting you to the fullest.
At some point you’d managed to get completely lost in Seokjin, all your previous thoughts vanishing within his embrace and slowly you could feel your panties dampening from his touch- a violent shiver racking down your spine once his cold fingertips grazes all the way up on your heating skin. Your back arches, the thick bulge of his erection digging into your abdomen and you nearly grow goosebumps everywhere. Without noticing, your boss had managed to back you up against the car, a muscular thigh parting itself between your legs and rutting up into you, causing you to shiver pleasurably into his hold.
With his lips continuing their attack on yours, you’re still reminded of the silver ring digging into you, your own impulse to latch onto it, teeth tugging slightly to push a faint gasp from him. He feels an immediate twitch in his pants, his own arousal getting to his head and He suddenly parts- “Fuck okay.” You hear him breath, panting as the air finally makes its way back into your lungs and it doesn’t dawn on you what exactly just happened. Perhaps it could have been from the adrenaline running through your system or maybe that it’s been a while since you’ve been with anyone except Namjoon- but slowly you felt yourself slipping away, your fucked out gaze meeting Seokjin’s feral one and you held no ounce of regret.
“Lets try not tugging on that.” He suddenly gives a dry laugh, but there's no denying the deep lust residing in it.
“S-Sorry, we probably should have stopped sooner.” he hears you breathe in response, your eyes clouded with a long gone emotion and there was nothing more he wanted than to bend you over and fuck you mercilessly.
He’s wanted that for a while now, often finding himself wondering what it would be like to have the prideful little vixen rendered helpless under his touch. He wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t like you, but damn if you didn’t turn the man on beyond what would even make sense. To him, you were infuriating and at the same time a forbidden fruit to be eaten. How you’d come to the conclusion he disliked you because of Namjoon he wouldn’t understand, but what he does know is that you were a wild card and one his friend thought could be tamed. He was wrong, and Seokjin could tell the second you brought in the poor scrapped vehicle without an ounce of guilt.
“You’re not sorry.” he whispers lower than ever, catching you by surprise. “If anything you’re the opposite...you’re practically grinding yourself on me.”
Your hands dig nervously into the cloth of his shirt, an untamable throbbing striking you between your thighs proving the truth behind his statement. As if completely drawn to him, all you do was wish his lips were back on yours- your eyes switching repeatedly to stare up at him and that's when you feel it, a movement so slow and torturous it nearly had your knees buckling.
Somehow without being noticed, His hand had begun to move from behind your back, coming around between the both of you and landing at the front of your jeans. He suddenly pops the button open, your zipper being tugged down afterwards and Seokjin watches you cautiously as he slips his hand in and over your clothed heat. His lips part at the feel, your slick wetness drenching the frail material on his hand. “And quite frankly, you’re a terrible liar...aren’t you kiddo?”
You whimper pitifully rutting yourself down onto his hand, enjoying the pressure of his fingers gliding over your slit and rubbing teasing circles around your clit.
“...please.” you find yourself saying to him, your hands clutching him tighter.
“Please? That's new, but I don’t know what you’re asking for.” He frowns, applying more pressure between your folds and then switching to pull your underwear aside. You gasp at the new pleasure, your pussy becoming more and more sensitive to his touch and it was foreign to suddenly feel this way for him, at this point you didn’t care.
“Jin just fuck me already.” You groan, two of his fingers sliding downwards and deeper into your folds, stopping right at your entrance before one sinks in and then the other. Your body tenses, pressing yourself closer to him and he smirks wickedly-wanting to hear exactly those words coming from your mouth.
Seokjin suddenly leans down, bringing his lips close against your ear “That's no way to speak to your boss- If you really want my cock, you’re gonna have to be nicer about it...So let's try again hm?” You gasp, feeling the slow thrusts of his slender digits before he curls them inside. He hums slowly, soft lips caressing over your earlobe and trailing down more to place a soft kiss on your neck. “What are you asking for y/n?” Seokjin tries once more, licking and nibbling on the soft flesh while fucking his fingers a little harder into you.
This time your knees really do buckle, a soft mewl coming deep from within your chest and you don’t hesitate to breathe out what you wanted. “Jin please I need you to fuck me.”
He hums out again, this time as if to think more on the decision...as if he was actually going to change his mind. “Now?”
“ Y-Yes.” He hears your reply, so soft and desperate almost able to rub off on him in the process.
“Right here?” By now you could hear the smile on his lips, which was strange since you’d actually never seen one on him. The idea makes you roll your eyes while muttering another yes, but you bite your lip immediately afterwards- your stomach swirling with warmth from the new action.
It doesn’t last long however, in the next second Seokjin was slipping his hand away from you, placing one last kiss at the bottom of your neck before pulling back with hunger swirling fierce in his eyes. “You know, you sound a lot hotter when you beg.” He teases watching your face screw up into one of your famous glares.
“Fuck o-” You’re being moved before you could finish. He grabs your waist, twisting it with enough force to have you turning away from him and presses your front towards the car.
“Bend.” He grunts when you take too long to catch on.
You yelp in again in surprise, a huge palm pushing towards the middle of your back and suddenly you’re doing just as he says- bending forward over the warm hood of the car. Your ass pushed back towards his front and unable to see anything he was doing. Your body trembles from the new position, feeling Seokjin’s hands run soothingly down your sides towards the back of your ass- giving it a harsh squeeze. “Good little brat.”
Bent away from him, you silently await the moment his fingers would then latch onto the band of your pants and undies. You bite your lip, the cold air rushing around the heated flesh of your ass, his knuckles grazing your hips as he tugs them down to the middle of your thighs. Your pussy clenches to the praise he gives you, wetness seeping out and down your exposed core while also making Seokjin groan out from the sight. He takes in another breath- mouth watering to your drenched core and wanting so badly to taste you in the moment, but there just wasn’t enough time.
“Jin hurry.” you whimper, feeling a single finger glide up your slit once again- taking the opportunity to sway your ass in front him, inviting him.
“Fuck, ” He swallows, his own hands flying for his zipper and you can hear as he undoes himself behind you.
Part of you wondered just for a second if he’d happened to have any protection on him- realizing how you both were out in the open and-“O-Oh.” You suddenly hiss into the silent air.
Seokjin, grips himself at the base of his dick and presses into one side of your cheek to spread you out for him. Thank god he’d prepped you before, your heart racing in your chest as the warm mushroom tip presses into you, gliding up and down your bare core. Eventually when it’s coated enough he stops just outside your entrance, pressing himself in and begins to sink himself slowly into your tight walls.
Hissing again, you gasp at the unbelievable stretch of his girth, your pussy slowly taking him in and molding around him almost to a point where it was slightly uncomfortable- however despite his nature, Seokjin is gentle about it. He rocks himself in, giving you time to adjust to the size of him and there was no denying the gradually growing pleasure that was beginning to take over your body.
“Yes…” you gasp out breathlessly, hands bracing under your body once you feel him reach deep inside you, able to touch the special area of nerves that made up your g-spot...you start to become restless.
“Fuck you’re so tight, I need to move.” His voice comes out strained, grip on your hips tightening a bit more, you simply whimper in return while pushing yourself back onto him fully. In unison, the both of you groan out in pleasure, his slow rocking stuttering from the action.
Seokjin, Takes in a breath- pulling himself slowly out of your heat and snaps his hips back into you. He does this again, pulling back and thrusting into you a bit harder before setting a comfortable pace. With another cry coming from you, it almost takes everything in him not to lose control, his slower thrusts giving you enough to get off and still you need more.
Oh yeah it's definitely the adrenaline.
You whimper, voice cracking as his length hits your g-spot over again. “More...p-please” you try biting your lip.
Seokjin hears you, the untamable emotion riding in his chest fluttering from the request. His hand leaves your hip to bury itself in the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair to pull you up to him. You cry out, his grip twisting in your hair to turn your face towards him. When you do, your breathing stops, dark eyes lit with so passion in them you nearly melt right there.
“Do you want me to fuck you harder brat? Is that what you’re asking?” His deep and breathless voice vibrates on your back. Without thinking you’re nodding your head frantically, a desperate need is filling your eyes that has Seokjin’s will to hold back snapping in half.
Immediately he slams his lips back onto yours, the grip in your hair becoming painful as he pulls out to ram himself back into you. Your hands reach back, managing to latch onto his thighs and you can't help loud cries you set free into his kiss. Seokjin moans too, loving the feel of your body shaking under him and he slowly feels his own resolve. He suddenly breaks the kiss, knowing he wouldn’t be able to last much longer and Seokjin lets you fall forward again, suddenly taking a rougher turn to make you reach your release.
With a deeper snap of his hips, the delicious stretch of his cock begins to turn your legs to jelly, a louder moan falling past your lips and into the night air as another one of his powerful thrusts jerks your body forward. Your torso falls even more, the warmth from the hood caressing your chest and easily you were met with your fucked out reflection. Teary eyes, wild hair and a sweaty face twisted into ecstasy- you shut your eyes before the predicament could truly set in.
How the hell did you get here? Letting Seokjin fuck your brains out in such an open space and loving the thrill of it. His fingers deep within your hair, pulling and tugging you back towards him as he drills himself in and out of you repeatedly, bringing your awaiting orgasm closer and faster than ever, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“Such a good little slut, Who would've thought you’d be so whipped for my dick.” You hear him growl from behind you, a large hand connecting harshly with the soft skin of your ass. A tiny shriek is ripped from your throat and you then let out a tiny sob as your walls quivered around him from the action. He chuckles darkly, gripping harder onto your hips as he picks up the pace and begins to pound harder into you- loving every sexy ass moan that leaves your mouth every time he thrusts into you. “Oh the brat likes that? Do you like when I talk to you like a cock loving slut? You don’t want me to call you princess or baby girl?”
Your mouth parts in protest “I-...f-fuck Seokjin shut u-up, yes!” You cry out, As your nerves begin to prickle with the beginnings of your release- your sweaty hands squeaking up against the hood as they try to grab anything to anchor you down and before you know it- he's pressing down harder into your back, his other hand leaving your hair to come and rub frenzied circles around your clit.
“Oh shit, fuck you just gushed around me. I bet you’re going cum.” He pants, thrusts becoming relentless and overwhelming. “ Fuck, fuck yes- keep taking me just like that...wanna cum in this tight little pussy. Do you want to cum on my dick? W-wanna be a good little slut and let me cum in whats mine?”
“Yes J-Jin, Fuck yes!” By now you felt as if your body was going limp, your loud cries turning into drawled out moans and it could be accompanied by his grunts of pleasure as well as the connecting of his hips to your sore ass.
He swallows a fevered moan of his own “Then cum, show me who this pussy belongs to.”
You grow more butterflies in your stomach, hearing him call you his so suddenly when the guy had barely acknowledged you before. It was confusing to say the least, but all the while so fucking hot and you didn’t have the time to truly comprehend it- instead you allowed the pleasure to consume you. The strong feeling of intense warmth abruptly overtaking your body, your toes curling inside your shoes, a sharp squeak escaping your lips and Seokjin could feel your body stiffen under him as your legs shook sporadically from your powerful orgasm.
Seokjin growls out a guttural moan, His sloppy thrusts tipping him over once he feels your walls clenched tightly around him- bringing his orgasm on so suddenly, the next thing he knew, Seokjin was suddenly collapsing heavily over your back with a curse. “Shit!”
You pant trying to ride out your high, hips continuing to rock against him even as his cock swells in you. Sudden spurts of hot cum drench your walls and manages to trigger the aftershocks of your own release.
“Um wow.” You breath out, after staying in your position for a few minutes, both of you trying to catch your breath. Seokjin’s chest could be felt rising and falling heavily onto your back, his length softening within you and it was then then that you finally heard him speak.
“He was right.” Jin mumbles out into the now silent garage, making you frown in confusion.
“Who was?”
Seokjin presses his forehead into your back, his mouth twitching to hide a smile even though you couldn’t see him and his silence probably should have been a red flag for you, however you don’t press any further. Its until the small vibrations of his chuckles and the feel of his chest shaking behind you has you curious as why the man would say such a random statement after sex.
“Namjoon…” Seokjin is full on laughing and before you know it, he's lifting off of you and sliding himself out while making you hiss. Once the joke registers, you find yourself rolling your eyes and you're lifting yourself up as well, wincing from the stickiness between your thighs and that you would need to hurry home fast so you could clean up.
Watching him put himself together, you start to do the same- reaching for your pants to pull them up and you’re sending him a disgusted look while fastening your button “Don't Seokjin, please don’t say it.” You say as you then run your hand up to fix your hair.
Already done, he steps closer to you - sending you a devilish grin that you’d never seen before, the look shocking you in the process and you don’t understand why you were still feeling the strange flutter in your stomach, your adrenaline long gone. Suddenly he pulls you closer, a hand tipping under your chin to have you look up at him and then...
“you really do know how to drive a stick shift in more ways than one.” He whispers dreamily before cackling in an unattractive manner and you don’t think you’ve ever wanted to punch someone more.
“I regret having sex with you.”
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bigskydreaming · 3 years
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I know some people just aren’t comfortable engaging with parts of canon where Bruce is abusive, because that’s just not the version of the character they’re here for, and I get that.
But the second a fic shows a willingness to address or even center itself around something like RHATO #25 or the Batman issue from King’s run where Bruce hits Tim......but DOESN’T acknowledge any of the many, MANY times that Bruce has been abusive to Dick on both sides of the Reboot, from post-Forever Evil to after Jason’s death post-Crisis and times in between?
Yeah, that’s when I see red.
Cuz that’s when it starts to look an awful lot like people are viewing abuse as some kind of narrative spice that they can selectively dole out only to those characters they like, while ignoring the times its applied to characters they don’t like because it might make them too sympathetic or interesting or what the fuck ever.
And I know people aren’t viewing abuse that way, right? Like surely there’s got to be some other explanation for why fics that heavily reference every single time Bruce has done something bad to Jason or Tim seem to act like Dick was just passively at Bruce’s side through all this, backing him up or else just being too naive to think Bruce could ever be like that, instead of like....actively a victim of their father’s abuse as well.
Look, its one thing for a certain character to not be your focal point or someone you’re particularly interested in, but you GOTTA look at the way this looks when you treat a character who has had instances of being a victim of Bruce’s abuse going back over thirty years, as like, being enabling, uncaring of or even party to Bruce’s abuse to the others in more recent years. Like, I focus a lot on the times he’s done it with Dick like in NW #30 or NTT #55 and just talk about Bruce and Dick in reference to those, because I’m trying to keep the focus limited to just Bruce and Dick for the purposes of whatever point I’m making, but the thing about that is.....I’m not CLAIMING that Bruce has never been abusive with any of the others, they’re just literally not even coming into the post because it isn’t about them. 
But the second you open things up to a full fic where things from all points of canon are being referenced in characters’ issues with Bruce, and you have a full cast list assembled.....it doesn’t work the same way because now you’re not just not talking about Dick’s experiences there because he’s not the focal point, now you’re actively writing over his experiences with a veneer of oh Dick and Bruce are fine, nothing like this has ever or would ever happen with them. That’s when you’re making for whatever reason a conscious CHOICE to depict certain kids of Bruce’s as victims at his hands, but NOT depicting the one who inarguably has been written that way the LONGEST and going back the furthest....because you simply don’t WANT him to be as sympathetic or the others or someone who can relate to them on this front, you want him to be an OBSTACLE to all that.
That’s shitty. I don’t know how else to tell you that that’s shitty. Please stop reserving abuse as some kind of ‘prize’ that’s only awarded to your personal faves’ backstories, because oh my god is that an offensive fucking take both coming and going. Not only are you unintentionally framing abuse as something ‘that can be quite good, actually, cuz it makes characters (people) interesting,’ you’re also again, as I said, seeing absolutely zero problem with taking a canon abuse survivor and making him part of the issue instead of someone similarly affected by it, simply because you don’t like him or find him interesting and you don’t want him to be the same as Jason or the others in this regard.
Frankly, this applies to the way this fandom treats a LOT of specific kinds of traumas. Like catch me side-eyeing the massive trend of Jason-as-Robin era fics that have Jason view Dick as spoiled, pampered, and harder to relate to or understand even than Bruce because god forbid one of those fics go with the juvie origin for Dick. I’ve more than once heard people say “I just don’t like that origin for Dick because I find it too angsty” and I gotta say, its a good thing that Cass and Damian’s origins aren’t too angsty to avoid and that nobody has ever extrapolated from what we do know about Jason and Tim’s childhoods to go into extremely elaborate and angsty detail about every possible facet of abuse or neglect they might have endured. 
I mean nah, this isn’t yet another way in which people deliberately depict Dick as just ‘not getting it’ because he hasn’t been through the kinds of stuff the others have, and its like. Okay but see thing is, he actually HAS, and you not acknowledging any of those instances is a CHOICE that you’re making as a writer, and as readers, we’re allowed to question those choices. We can look at what you’re presenting in the way that you’re presenting it, and think okay, but one of these things is not like the others, and the way you treat various characters as extremely sympathetic because of various aspects of their canon stories or their backstories while acting like the same could never ever be true of a character it absolutely has been true of on many different occasions....its super uncomfortable. And it kinda casts a shadow over everything you write into your story about abuse or specific other traumas because now there’s actually this implicit undertone where its like, okay but we actually only care about these things when they’re affecting someone or some character we LIKE, and that’s.....yeah. Not awesome.
I’ve ranted many a time before about the abuse apologism that runs rampant in this fandom, particularly in the vein of people refusing to acknowledge Bruce’s abusive actions (which again, I understand and am fine with up UNTIL...) but being perfectly comfortable sticking with any and all of Dick’s REACTIONS to literal abuse, but now deliberately separated from the inciting actions which makes it look like he’s just instigating shit or upset for no reason whatsoever. That’s literal abuse apologism, no matter what your intentions are, because hate to break it to people, but “Avoid Acknowledging An Abuser’s Actions And Flip The Focus To What The Abuse Victim Is Doing Wrong Instead” is literally chapter one of Abuse Apologism 101. But this shit? Abuse only happens to people I care about or find sympathetic already, because weirdly I seem to be able to make excuses for or overlook any instances of abuse that happen to someone I DON’T like?
That’s literally chapter two of the same damn book.
And good god but am I tired of people harping endlessly on about how much they care about these topics while blithely doing nothing BUT reinforce abuse apologism tropes and narratives in the process of shining a spotlight on the abuse that happens to personal faves and personal faves only.
And this definitely falls into the same pattern of people who happily talk about taking a match to canon and watching it burn at the exact same time they make the deliberate choices to depict Dick as the one Batkid who just doesn’t truly get the others and never will, or is unrelatable or all these other things.....
And its like hey guys? 90% of the stuff you hold against Dick Grayson or cite as your reasons for not liking him? When we say those aren’t canon its not because we’re trying to be the canon police always showing up to bust up your fun and be like no no no you naughty people, that never happened so you’re not allowed to write that. No. That’s not a thing. That’s not what that is. What it ACTUALLY is, is us pointing out all the times and ways where when Dick comes across as a giant asshole in fics, and we’re like why tho, we’re just literally trying to understand where your interpretation of his character is coming from, and you guys are like bitch its canon, and we’re like okay no but thing is, its really actually not. Its us just being like hey, the vast majority of the stuff you say you dont like about the guy or the times you leave out all the stuff that you cite as what you DO like about other characters, its like....
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kuuderekweenfics · 3 years
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I really wanted to make Keigo nasty. Like, a real debaucherous fiend who could hardly give a hoot about you (pun intended). Instead he came out of my head ever the gentlemen and oh, so soft. 
Like a roll of double-ply toilet paper. (Kidding!)
 But I’m not mad about it.
Also, reader, in this fic, you’re a bit cold at the beginning. So if you can’t imagine yourself being stand-offish, this mayyyy not be for you. For those of you who read my first piece, I added a lil Easter egg in there. 
Hawks x Female Reader
Explicit Warning: Next stop, Orgasmville (18+)
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“baby, oh fuck...I’m gonna cum...”
An eye roll begins to form and you close your eyes to avoid confrontation. Not that he’s paying attention to anything other than his current orgasm anyway. Eyes clutched and nostrils flared. He looks constipated, you think. You choke down the impending laughter but can’t help the jerk your body makes, so you blanket it with a gaudy, dramatic moan to disguise your exposed apathy. 
He’s busy peeling off the condom as you turn over and reach for your phone, dragging a finger under your eye to wipe away any mascara that may flaked during the two minutes of intercourse. 
“Did I blow your mind?” He beckons for encouragement like a puppy beckons for attention. 
You decide to throw him a bone. A lazy smile flickers in place. “Extraordinary.”
Puppy wags his tail.
You leave his apartment 20 minutes later, after a quick rinse off and against his wishes, feigning a prior engagement that requires the upmost promptness. As you walk along the bustling city sidewalk, neon lights and advertisements flashing cinematic beauty queens, you remind yourself that this, that he, is only temporary. 
You met him at an overpriced cafe. You didn’t even remember his damn name. He was flustered, you could immediately tell by his stumbling speech. But you hadn’t been laid in over a year and needed to feel something other than your fingers or the purple silicone vibrator you kept tucked away in your nightstand drawer. Even if he was staler than the cup of coffee you purposely left behind. 
But all you ended up doing was counting the seconds between thrusts until it was finally over.
“At least the cobwebs have been swept,” you settle. You thought someone who had a hardening quirk would have more gusto. Apparently the hardness of his boner does very little for the duration of intercourse. Good to know. 
The chilled air nipped at you skin, leaving your cheeks and nose red with its kiss. In its wake was a residual sweetness, weak but more exigent the farther you walked. You made use of your quirk, a keen sense of smell, to locate where the comforting aroma came from. You face the bright patisserie, welcoming and quaint and almost entirely unoccupied. 
As you walk inside, you’re greeted by a young woman, her swollen belly covered by an apron. She’s attempting to grab a tart from the middle shelf of the display case, squatted with her hand pressed into her lower back as if it were the only thing keeping her from toppling over. 
“Do you need help?” You watch with pity.
She blinks at you and sighs, contemplating whether it was a good idea, or if it was even allowed, to ask for a customer’s assistance. Deciding it wouldn’t hurt, she nods and lets out a breathy laugh. “Please. This baby makes it impossible for me to do much nowadays.”
She hands you a glove and the box that had three cakes sitting neatly atop parchment. “How far along are you?”
It’s a weak attempt of small talk. And you don’t really care to know. But it would be awkward carry on in silence. So you manage to sound curious all the same.
“33 weeks.”
You hand her the box, tart acquired, and mumble out a congratulations. She thanks you kindly, although her smile doesn’t entirely reach her eyes. She gives you a slice of strawberry shortcake, perched on the top shelf, as reward for your task, as well as a coin. 
“It’s for the gacha,” she points at the machine near the entrance. “I check each capsule to make sure there are no duds.”
You can’t possibly know what she means by that. You hold up the coin to her in thanks and grab your capsule before setting off. 
It’s an All Might charm. Throwing it in your pocket, you work on your slice of cake, grabbing it with your hand and taking a bite like it was a slice of pizza. You never understood the logic behind idolizing heroes. While they did save the world from certain demise, and you were very thankful you were not a slave to a demon lord, heroes are simply doing their job. Were you to idolize the teen who whips up your order at McDonaz for feeding you as well? Mouthful of strawberry and cream, you chuckle at the mental image.
Your vision blurs as you’re abruptly yanked out of your reverie. 
“What in the actual fuck?” You question angrily.
You turn to see a man, blue face partially covered for anonymity, holding the purse that is still slung to your shoulder.  You stare through mirthless eyes as he growls in frustration, obviously intending to make an easier escape. Cake in hand, you slap him hard enough to leave a stinging pain in your palm. He struggles to get the cream from out of his eyes as he dashes away.
You hear a laugh behind you. “I had all intentions of rescuing you, although it doesn’t look like you need much help.”
His arms are crossed and his yellow visor does little to hide his obvious amusement. 
“There are bigger evils to be thwarted. I can manage a failed pickpocket,” you respond, shifting your purse strap to sling across your body. “Shouldn’t you be, like, going after that guy?”
He blinks. “I already have.” 
Your hair is pushed forward as the crimson feather zips past you and nestles neatly back into his plush wings. The weight of his stare is immobilizing. You’ve been gawked at by men countless times. But his slitted pupils gleams with lascivious intent. 
You should look away. 
You should tell Hawks goodnight. 
You just let some rando fuck you only an hour ago.
Could you count that as a fuck?
That’s beside the point.
Only, you’re not sure what happened in the last ten minutes because now he’s pressed against you in your apartment hall, his lips latched onto yours as his stubble scrapes your chin. You want to put your hands on him anywhere and everywhere, feel the wiry muscles of his arm or test just how soft his wings are. But before you can so much as place a finger on him he seizes your wrists and holds them against the wall above your head, only to immediately trade them for your ass, hauling you up off the floor so that you can straddle him as your kiss deepens like the sea, your tongue sliding across his in waves. 
You give him directions to the bedroom through the sloppy, firm kisses, shrugging off your top and hearing it hit the floor behind you. You jerk your hips forward to feel his hard-on, your jeans adding a touch of friction that makes you moan softly into his mouth. 
He plops you on the bed, immediately tugging on the button of your pants.
But wait...
Perplexed, you ask, “When did you undress?” 
Hawks grins at you and, instead of a response, answers by flapping his wings. The cold air it pushes towards you elicits a shiver. He rips off your jeans and panties in one go, staring at your pussy as if it were his last, god-damned meal. He winds his arms around your thighs and pulls you forward, his hot breath making your cunt twitch. He licks you with fervor, pressing his tongue against your soft, wet flesh. The moan he releases covers you in goosebumps. As he narrows in on your clit, circling it with his tongue before sucking down, your breasts jerks up. The pleasure is palpable as he eats away at your needy pussy vehemently. He releases one leg and inserts a finger into you to test the waters, followed by a second to fill you a bit more, curling his fingers upward in search of the spot that is sure to drive you wild. And it doesn’t take long, because in record timing you’re feeling hot, so very fucking hot, and the pressure that has been building in your head begs for release. 
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...me,” you drag out, snapping the rubber band that was holding your sanity in place. 
You come hard and loud. He chuckles as he lets you drift back down from your high, lapping away at your juices and then wiping what remains on his chin with his thumb. As he sits up he rubs his dick, hard and thick and begging for entry as precum drips from the tip. He strokes his cock against your lips, thick veins greeting your clit to reinvigorate your arousal. 
“Please,” you breathe out. It’s so unlike you to beg. You’re stubborn and proud, but in this instant, you would give anything for him to fuck you into oblivion, destroying your soppy cunt like he might destroy a menace. 
He grabs your waist and pulls you up, kissing you roughly before falling back, leaving you straddled on top of him. He runs his hands down your body, rubbing you clit haphazardly.
“Show me how much you want it,” he smirks.
You rub his arousal against your lips a few times to continue coating him with your overflowing juices. Then you lean forward, one hand behind you takes hold of his cock and guides him in. 
He’s big. Like “bite down on your bottom lip and squeeze your eyes shut while you tremble” big. You’re wetness did little for this intrusion, his cock scraping your walls as it inches in deep. But imagining his dick impaling you in quick succession leaves you breathless and wanting. You begin to move. Bobbing up and down, slowly at first, to get used to his girth. Adding the occasional swirl of your hips to get your pussy to cooperate and suck him up entirely. His eyes are on your cute face, red and focused, before he slides them down to watch where your bodies are conjoined. After a few minutes of pumping, your legs are beginning to tire, and try your best to keep the pace but hope for some intervention or a small reprieve. He must notice this, because he places his hands on your hips and pulls down, sheathing himself completely in one hard thrust. You cry out in ecstasy, throwing your head back as his fat cock punches into your cervix. 
You hear him grunt under you. “Shit. F-fuck. You’re clamping around me.”
He thrusts, grinding into your throbbing cunt mercilessly. You cant think, you can breathe, all you can focus is the swift piston that seem to send an electric shock into the pit of your chest. You rub your the bundle of nerves at the apex of your heat with abandon, sending another bolt through your body. He catches your eyes roll to the back of your head. Shit, shit, shit, right there, right there, right...
A scream that had been building up in your stomach explodes from your mouth as your entire body quakes above him, hands gripping onto the anchor that is his hard, muscular abdomen.
He gently places his arm on your lower back, maneuvering the both of you without pulling out. You’re not sure if it’s the residual effect of your last orgasm, but you feel almost weightless.
You wouldn’t find out until later that he had used his wings to reposition.
He lays you on the mattress, kissing your neck and trailing down until his mouth meets your breast. He begins moving again, sucking on your nipple and softly biting just enough to make you moan. His thrusts are calculated: deep and triggering, each one leaving you a drooling mess. 
He places his forearms on either side of your head, pressing a kiss to your ear.
“I need to fuck you hard,” he whispers.
All you can do is frantically nod before he starts speeding up, skin slapping skin. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades, quick grunts echoing the creak of the springs in the bed beneath you. His dick pushes your organs up, up, up, as your body takes him in obediently, craving the taste. You mewl out quietly, biting your bottom lip and furrowing your brows.
“You’re so pretty, so fucking pretty.” 
You cant respond, you just focus on each relentless thrust driving you closer to the breaking point. He sits up, raising your hips to find a better angle. He rams into you, quick and powerful. His cock reduces your mind to mush each time he bottoms out. He is close, you know. Not because his fingers are now digging into the skin of your hips, or the sweat that gleams on his brow. But because you feel his dick twitch repeatedly in your gewy cunt. 
He plows into you erratically, filling you up so, very thoroughly. He grits his teeth with one final plunge, shooting his hot, sticky load into you. The feeling of his cum stuffing you to the brim feels almost comforting. You try, desperately, to hold in the sob threatening to escape you. You refuse to get emotional. 
Oh lord. Get a grip. You just met the man. You need to keep your cool. Because, just like the one before, regardless of your small, nagging desire, you know the cold truth of the matter. 
He’s only temporary.
Even if he has given you the best sex of your life.
Even as his shaky fingers detach from your hips as he releases a whistle. 
Even as he asks, “you doing okay?” with an open tenderness that surprises you. 
Even as he brings his hand to your face and wipes away the tear that manages to free itself despite your earnest resolve.
Even as you give him the most genuine smile you can offer.
“Extraordinary.”
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I literally found this blog recently and it’s awesome! But for your alternative ending, I was wondering what would everyone’s reactions be of Marinette missing for 5 months, to fighting her?
I honestly wasn’t really sure what this ask was asking for. I ended up writing their feelings about her going missing and seeing her for the first time in months. Sorry if this wasn’t what you wanted :(
(Also, thank you!!)
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Dick
Dick is the one who has to stay strong for the family. He’s always been aware of that. It’s fitting that the guy whose biological family died due to their lack of safety net as trapeze artists ended up being the emotional safety net for his adoptive family. He is always there with his calm smiles, his bad puns, his warm hugs.
… that being said, who was to be his safety net? Marinette had served that purpose as of late; many hours had been spent in a rented out gymnasium, stretching and venting about their problems. It was the closest he’d come to a give-and-take relationship emotionally since his parents had been alive.
But now Marinette was missing. How was he supposed to vent about his anxieties about the fact that she was missing when she wasn’t there to vent to? Could he somehow vent to himself?
No. But he had to stay strong. His family needed him to. Without the Grayson safety net, his family would fall into early graves yet again.
So, he’d pull on that perfect smile of his and get to work. He’d force everyone to eat and sleep, he’d go out on patrols and make sure no one broke The Rule or too many bones, he’d make sure they didn’t close themselves off emotionally, he’d remind them they weren’t at fault, he’d listen to their problems, give them advice, hug them, help them, help them help them helpthemhelpthemhelpthem --.
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Days stretched endlessly but weeks whizzed by.
And then Marinette was there.
His eyes had landed on her and he almost couldn’t believe it. Maybe he’d finally snapped. He’d held in his emotions, his grief and his guilt and his anger, and he’d held them in too long. And now he was hallucinating her. Now his mind had created a new her.
Maybe he actually could vent to himself now.
But then he’d glanced at everyone else and found that they’d stopped walking, too. That their eyes were still glued on that one spot. That they could see her and she was there. She was really there.
Emotions bubbled in his throat and tears stung his eyes and she was there.
“Mari?” His broken voice broke through the silence.
She brought a hand up to rest over her heart, almost as if she wasn’t quite sure he was talking to her despite him using her name.
Jason spoke next. “Is that really you?”
“Maybe,” she’d said, a bitter smile stretching across her face.
But Dick didn’t care about the warning signs, about the new demeanor, about anything because she was THERE.
A hand grabbed the back of his shirt. Held him back. He hadn’t even realized he’d been moving towards her, but that didn’t matter to him. Because now he couldn’t reach her.
His gaze fell on Tim and his brother had better have a good explanation.
“You’re pale,” Tim pointed out, blue eyes never leaving hers.
She giggled a little, but it was a broken sound. It was the kind of laugh a person made when they were trying their hardest not to cry.
“Yeah. Lack of sunlight and chemical baths do that.”
Tim’s grip on his shirt had lessened but it wasn’t necessary at all anymore. Instead, an icy hand clutched his heart and held him there.
Because now he could take in the chill in the room despite the roaring fire under where Marinette had perched herself. The way her eyes were now a dull blue instead of the almost unnaturally bright shade they usually were.
He hadn’t been around to be her safety net, and now the Marinette he knew was dead and gone. He was staring at what was essentially Marinette’s corpse. She even had the pale, bloodless skin of one.
He’d failed her, and he had already learned that there’s nothing that can be done when someone’s already hit the ground.
Jason
It was his job to keep her safe, and yet he couldn’t do that. She’d been captured by the Rogues. It was possible she’d never come back. If she did come back she wouldn’t ever be the same.
And it was his fault.
He should have tried harder to get her to stop. Made her take a break when she’d accidentally killed that man in the convenience store. He’d killed before, he’d KNOWN how that would affect a person. He’d seen how distracted she’d been the previous few days, seen the cracks. He should have seen this coming. He should have benched her when he’d had the chance.
And now his protege -- his SISTER -- had been captured by the Rogues and who knew what kind of horrors she was facing at that moment.
Because they weren’t going to kill her. The Rogues were never that merciful, and especially not when they’d been slighted.
Marinette had betrayed them, had been sent in to pretend to be their friend and gather information and sabotage some plans. Rogues were many things, but they weren’t ones to fake being friends. They all knew their real standings with each other, their real opinions of each other, for good and for bad. No, to them, she was a heartless monster.
And they were going to make sure she paid dearly.
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“Is that really you?” He asked, though he knew what the answer would be. There was no way she could still be the same her after what she must have endured.
And she’d said “Maybe”.
And, though he’d expected it, the confirmation and the way her voice had cracked just slightly on the word had made it all the more real.
“You’re pale,” Tim pointed out.
Oh god, he was right. She looked so much like…
“Yeah. Lack of sunlight and chemical baths do that.”
Jason’s heart clenched at the words ‘chemical baths’. Because he knew what that meant. He may not have been there for when Tim had become Joker Jr., but he hadn’t needed to be in order to know just how completely fucked she had to be. He’d heard about the weeks of torture he’d endured before Batman and Batgirl had found it. Seen the way his younger brother still tensed slightly upon seeing Joker or Harley.
Five months. Marinette hadn’t been gone for a few weeks like he had. She’d been gone for five months. If that was what he was like in less than a month, then what about her?
He wanted to wrap her up in his arms and never let go, to never let HER go again, to make sure she’d never come to harm.
But one thing was stopping him.
Because he remembered what Joker Jr. had been created to do. What she must have been forced to do.
And he could see how much she hated it. In the lines in her forehead, in the slump of her shoulders, in the sad smile playing across her lips.
But she was doing it. She felt like she had to do it thanks to whatever she’d endured.
She wasn’t meant for murder. She especially wouldn’t do well with murdering someone she had once cared for. Whatever pieces of her old self that remained would crumble to dust until she would be completely unrecognizable. Completely broken.
He’d failed her, she’d been hurt, and he was going to have to hurt her more in order to keep her from hurting herself.
Tim
You’d think that it would be easy to figure out where she was. After all, these were the biggest Rogues in Gotham. Surely, they couldn’t hide out for long without people noticing them.
But no.
Nothing. Common henchmen were out of jobs, competitors were encroaching on their territories, allies called for help… and yet they refused to make an appearance. It seemed the Rogues had just grabbed Marinette and gone off-world.
A painful memory kept replaying in his mind. Taunting him.
The two of them had been sitting on a park bench on one of their many not-exactly-a-date-but-yeah-it’s-basically-a-date things that they loved to go on.
He remembered her in the Red Robin themed hoodie. The brilliant smile she’d given him. The twinkle in her eyes. The teasing lilt to her voice as she explained why he was her favorite hero:
‘Of course! He’s super smart! I mean, I know Batman is supposed to be the greatest detective of all time or whatever but, considering ages and experience, I think that Red Robin is probably going to have him beat in… I don’t know, a few years?’
She’d been laying it on thick, he knew, she’d been aware of his identity by then and was doing it to fluster him… but he could tell she wasn’t lying. Even if that was more blunt than she tended to be, it was still what she really thought of him.
The memory used to make him blush. Now, it hurt.
He downed his third cup of coffee at the hour, eyes locked on the screen in front of him. There had to be SOMETHING. There was always something.
And, yet, there wasn’t. The place she’d been taken had clearly been prepped for her kidnapping. There was hardly any blood anywhere outside of a bit on the wall where she must have hit it, someone must have set up a tarp or something. The only things they could find were the broken pieces of her comm and two ears. Forensics confirmed they were hers; the earrings they normally bore were missing, but they could hardly care about that when the first -- and likely tamest -- thing they’d done was cut off her ears.
That was it. There were footprints, sure, but they got lost in the millions of footprints on the streets of Gotham.
He threw his empty mug across the cave, but when it splintered on the ground he didn’t feel any better. It didn’t help him find her. 
~
The moment his eyes landed on her, he knew.
He could recognize that look anywhere. Bleached-white skin, cherry-red lips… her usual pigtails had been raised in an imitation of Harley’s signature look...
Just like Tim had been Joker Jr., she was now Harley Jr.
Part of him wanted to assure her that she would be fine, that he was living proof that she would be okay again eventually. The other part knew that it was a lie, that she, just like him, would likely never be fully ‘okay’ ever again.
He blinked away the tears threatening to spill over.
He should not have allowed Dick to make him sleep, should have widened the scope of his search, he should have simply done so much more than he had.
No mystery was completely unsolvable. He had to have missed something.
He’d failed her, and now she was paying the price for his shortcomings.
Damian
Mother had taught him that relationships were a liability. They made you weak. They made you lose.
Father and Richard had taught him that relationships were tricky, but they were worth having.
But, if relationships were worth having, why did they cause him so much pain?
First Father had died. Then Richard had ‘died’.
Those had been temporary, at least. He had started to have difficulty feeling sad when people died. There had been three deaths in the family since he’d joined including his own, and they always came back within a few months. It had started to feel like the Wayne family was untouchable.
Then Alfred had been killed brutally by Bane. Even now, years later, he had yet to make a miraculous reappearance.
So, no, they weren’t untouchable.
They were assuming she was alive, that the Rogues were keeping her around for some big thing. But, as time stretched on with no progress or proof that she was even alive, he started to lose hope. Why were they so quiet? What were they planning? Had those plans gone awry? The Rogues could never match him on impulse control, so something might have happened…
He told himself it didn’t matter if she was alright or not. He knew it was a lie.
Despite their rocky start, he’d found himself attaching to her far faster than he should have. He was regretting it now. Maybe he should have put a distance between them, maybe then this wouldn’t have hurt so much.
It didn’t help that he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about her. It was the little things that seemed to hurt the most. The smell of coffee or baked goods, the place where she’d scratched her initials into a chair to claim it as hers, even the color red...
It was making it hard, if he were to be honest, to fight properly. He was constantly distracted. His mother had been right, his attachment to her was making him weak.
Not to mention the ring on his finger... He couldn’t bring himself to transform, not without his partner. Part of him wanted to tear it off his finger, to toss it off a pier and get rid of the constant reminder that she was gone, but he couldn’t.
It was all he had left of her, after all.
~
“Is that really you?”
“Maybe.”
No. The answer was no. He could see it in her eyes. Whoever was in front of them, they weren’t Marinette anymore. Not really.
“You’re pale.”
“Yeah. Lack of sunlight and chemical baths tend to do that.”
He clenched his fists tightly. The ring dug into his skin, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
After all, he wasn’t stupid. He was aware of what had happened to Drake during his tenure as Robin. He knew what he’d been forced to do, and he was sure she was there to finish the job.
He readied himself for a fight.
He’d failed her, yes, but he couldn’t afford to lose another person.
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“Babe, what are you doing?” You finished folding the top you were currently holding and placed it in to your suitcase before turning towards your boyfriend and observing the look of genuine curiosity on his face. Mark had just arrived home after his shift at the hospital; you had a feeling he must have been exhausted and you couldn’t blame him.
Since a few of his colleagues either called in sick or went on vacation this past week, he’s been working overtime and it was obvious the extra hours were taking a toll on his mental and physical health. But he was never one to complain and he sincerely loved being a nurse. Working in the medical field was one of the more tiresome occupations and so you understood that all he probably wanted to do was fall asleep. It was only 8:30 P.M., however, he would always go to bed as soon as he got home from work no matter what time it was.
Seeing you on the ground right outside of your closet, packing multiple pairs of your clothes away probably confused the hell out of him and he was most definitely not tired at all anymore. Sure, he came home wanting nothing more than to take a quick shower and go straight to bed with you wrapped tightly in his embrace, but now he had other plans.
“Packing.” He began to walk closer to where you were sitting and took his place next to you, his dumbfounded expression didn’t falter nor did it waver. You had to stifle back a laugh; you were confident he had an idea as to what you were doing, so you were well aware that your response wasn’t going to amuse him in any way.
“I can see that. Packing for what?”
“Girl’s trip.” Once you admitted your plans and the reason behind your packing, his look of confusion quickly turned in to that of a frown.
“I don’t remember us making plans to go somewhere. With who? Where are we going?”
“Not we Mark. Just Sophia, Riley, Julia and I.”
“Wait, what? Why? When? Where are you going? Why didn’t you tell me?” As much as you wanted to continue your packing, seeing his broken expression as he hesitantly reached for your clothes; as if he wanted to get you to stop tugged all but gently on your heartstrings.
“I told you a couple of days ago. Right after we finished—you know—“
“You mean to tell me, that you told me you planned on going on a trip with your friends after we finished making love? My head was obviously somewhere else—I was too busy in between your pretty thighs to even care about anything else but this beautiful body of yours—you did this on purpose babe. It’s as if you knew I would try to prevent you from going. I mean, you have every right to go and I’m not the kind of boyfriend to hold you back from having your fun and spending time with your friends, but any minute spent away from you feels like a fucking eternity and it’s sucks. I’m happiest whenever I’m with you and I’m sure you know it by now. No matter how shitty my day is at work, I put up with whatever life throws at me because I know I’m coming home to you. Now you’re leaving me all by myself for God knows how long—what am I going to do without you?”
When he first found you folding your clothes and sorting out your luggage, you found his curiosity extremely adorable. You expected this kind of reaction out of him; that’s just who Mark was. For someone who was only a few years away from reaching thirty, he could be such a big baby sometimes. However, that was a trait of your boyfriend’s that you admired the most about him. He was very sensitive; but that’s because he had one of the biggest hearts that anyone could own and he had a small amount of separation anxiety when it came to you.
It never bothered you though, it just showed that he loved and cared about you with his entire being. That information alone never failed to pull on your heartstrings. Seeing him so fragile right now; probably exhausted beyond belief after a long day yet on the verge of tears at the idea of being alone for a little while made you feel terrible. In the three years of your relationship, you never spent more than three days without each other. Wherever you went, Mark followed and vice versa. If you went to visit your family back home, he was right there next to you. If he went with his friends to an arcade, you would tag along even if gaming wasn’t your forte. A lot of your friends would jokingly refer to you and your boyfriend as magnets. The two of you stuck together like glue. You were never not together other than when either of you were at work.
Out of instinct and guilt for not informing him more about your plans, you crawled over to him and sat on his lap; wrapping your arms around his neck and placed a soft kiss on his jaw. He placed his face in the valley of your breasts and released a soft sigh. Mark was a firm believer in actions speaking louder than words. He would shower you with his love on a daily basis—he did almost every single thing for you. He loved being able to help you and support you in any way he possibly could. If you were tired from taking on more hours at your job; he would cook dinner of the both of you. He would also wash the dishes, do the laundry, sweep and mop your apartment and sometimes he would even prepare breakfast for you and pack your lunches.
Your boyfriend was just a very thoughtful and considerate human being. He was the definition of a gentleman and even if he would remind you that he loved you at least five times a day, you could tell by his many sacrifices; you were his entire world. Hearing him confess how bothered the news of the trip made him only caused you to regret not putting more thought in to your decision. What started off as a joke just to see what kind of reaction you would illicit out of him was now something so much bigger; something that could have been prevented.
“It’s only a week Mark—“
“A week? An entire week? Seriously y/n? How long have you been planning this for and why do you seem so okay with the thought of being away from me?”
“Well, I was actually the last one to know. The girls didn’t tell me until the same night I told you. They just assumed I wasn’t going to go because they all know I don’t want to go anywhere you aren’t. God, we sound so pathetic. Sophia is joining the peace core in July, so she wants to spend as much time with us before she has to go away for two years. I wouldn’t go if that wasn’t the reason why they planned this entire trip. Jackson and Jinyoung seemed to take the news perfectly fine and I’ve heard that they are planning a trip of their own. I’m surprised that they didn’t reach out to you—“
“That’s because unlike them, I’m so far up your ass that I probably wouldn’t have any fun at all and it would be a waste of time and money if I were just moping the entire vacation. Plus, I don’t think I’d want to go with them anyway. The last time we went somewhere together, we almost got kicked out of a karaoke bar because Jackson’s dumb ass was being too loud. Humph, I’m really going to miss you. Damnit, what did you do to me? I never used to be this sappy before but here I am acting like it’s the end of the world since my girlfriend is going somewhere; probably going to have the time of her life with her friends while I do nothing but sit here like a loser until she gets back.”
You giggled softly at his words and beamed up at him; cupping his cheek with your palm before placing a few sweet kisses on his lips.
“We’re driving to Vegas—and luckily they already decided that it’s Riley whose in charge of getting us there so I will make sure to call you and text you whenever I get the chance. Trust me, I already tried to hint towards inviting you but they were quick to disagree. No boys on this trip—“
He pouted frustratingly once you said those words and wrapped his arms even tired around your sides. “Why not? I’m the best boyfriend out of our friend group let’s be honest here baby. The girls like me the most. Jackson talks too much and Jinyoung’s a petty asshole. I’m the quiet, mysterious and lighthearted boyfriend. I promise, you won’t even know that I’m there.”
You grazed your thumb against his cheek; trying your best to stifle back a laugh at his attempts to get you to reconsider. You were confident in the love your boyfriend had for you, but you weren’t sure how far he was willing to go in order to be with you at all times.
“Babe—“
“Fine, fine whatever. Go have your fun, you deserve it for all the hard work you had to suffer through in the last few weeks. But once you’re done putting away all your necessities, I want you on all fours. I need to fuck you tonight—no love making. I’m not going easy on you at all. I’m going to make sure your pussy is numb and your legs are jello once I’m done with you. Remember, five photos a day—make it ten. Two of the scenery, three of your gorgeous face I can never seem to take my eyes off of and five nudes. Oh, and I expect gifts. I want one of those five keychains and maybe a shirt that says I left my poor boyfriend home alone so that I could lose all my money playing slot machines—“
A breathy groan fell from his pretty lips as you elbowed him in his rib cage as your way to get him to stop talking. He was guilt tripping you and you’ve been with Mark long enough to know why he would do all that he did. You were also now very horny. It never failed to make you smile at an idiot knowing how soft spoken he was and how everyone around Mark assumed he must have been such a sweet, introverted guy. If only everyone knew just how much of a dominant, rough, animalistic and forceful man he was in the bedroom.
“That sounds like a great plan. Trust me my love, I’m going to miss you just as much as you’ll miss me. Before we do anything though, what are you going to do while I’m gone?”
“Wish I was a girl. Now, take off your clothes and let me hit it from the back. Maybe I can fuck you so hard you won’t be able to move and I’ll have to nurse you back to health. Preferably with my dick.”
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lushjin · 4 years
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Genre/Warnings: Smut, Public Sex, & a little hint of angst.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Word Count: 7k
A/N: I know Jk college AUs are a bit cliche, but I can’t I’m a sucker for them.
Summary: Jungkook is your douche bag of a lab partner. A grade A fuck boy. The only time you could stand him was in bed.
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“Do you think Jimin likes me?” You ask Jungkook casually.
“Uh, what?”
“Do you think he likes me?” You ask once again.
Jungkooks eyebrows furrow at your question. “I’m literally inside you. Can you not ask me if some other dude likes you while we’re doing this.” He motions to where you two are currently connected. Still, you seem unbothered.
“It’s kind of a boner kill.” He huffs ultimately choosing to give up. He’s already going soft and he ends up pulling out and falling next to where you currently lie.
“Why do you even care if he likes you?” He asks annoyed, and with a tinge of jealousy. “Why are you so suddenly taken by Park Jimin anyways?
“I don’t know honestly. It wasn’t until Tae told me that he might be interested that I started seeing him differently.”
“Well, I wouldn’t count on anything happening.” Jungkook interrupts your thoughts.
“Why not?” you pout.
“The dude’s really into his studies. After every party, he always goes home alone. Girls practically throw themselves at him and he never does anything about it. He’s cool and all but I don’t see him doing anything about it. That’s even if he’s interested”
Clearly, that’s not what you wanted to hear, but you know Jungkook’s right. Ever since you knew Jimin he always seemed really focused on his academics. You rarely ever saw him giving any girl a chance.
“Whatever. What do you know?” You say as you search for a pair of pajamas. That’s Jungkook’s cue to head out.
Your relationship with Jungkook was simple. Friends with benefits nothing else. You were more on the benefits side than actual friends. One hot drunken hook up made you realize Jungkook was a good fuck. He really lived up to the hype. After that night you both agreed that being friends with benefits was something that would satisfy and benefit you both. The only thing was, you didn’t like Jungkook. He was your annoying lab partner. A grade A fuck boy. Someone you couldn’t really stand. You could only tolerate him in bed.
The rules were clear. No strings attached no feelings. Just fucking.
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You’re on your way to Taehyung’s when Jungkook calls. You pull your phone out of your back pocket and answer.
“What?”
“Well hello to you too. What happened to you?”
“Nothing, It’s nothing, well it is something. Jimin. I can’t tell if he likes me or not. And it’s making me want to pull my hair out. I mean c’mon dude you either like me or not. But no-,”
“Yeah, I’m going to cut you off right there babe. I’m only calling so we can fuck. If your place isn’t available you can come to mine.”
“Ugh, you’re such a jerk.” You scowl even though he isn’t there to see it. He can sure as hell picture it as you say the words into the receiver.
“I mean I could listen to you go on about Jimin but I’ve only got an hour before work. And my balls ache to release in your pussy.”
“Whatever I’ll just go to yours.”
“Can’t wait.”
When you get Jungkook’s the door is unlocked. You slip inside and you’re met with a rank smell of weed and old gym socks. Jungkook comes from around the corner with a towel and a pack of condoms.
“Ugh, how do you guys live like this?” You question picking up someone’s shirt and tossing it in the laundry bin. That for some reason is in the middle of the living area.
“Hey, what did I say about cleaning up?” Jungkook berates you.
“Sorry, it's just that I can’t help myself. Plus do you really think I’m going to let you fuck me in this dump?” You clear a space for yourself on the couch.
“Sorry, princess. Didn’t have time to clean before you came over.” He’s collecting two water bottles from the fridge as well. “I’ll clean up my room just wait here a sec.” Jungkook disappears down the hall and you're left alone.
You look around and you shiver. God college boys could be so gross. While you’re waiting you hear the door open. When you look over you don’t expect Namjoon to walk in with Jimin.
“Oh, um hi.” You say awkwardly. Not expecting to run into Jimin at your dick appointment. Jesus you were a mess, and only in front of Jimin too. He eyes you as you sit on a couch littered with clothes. As if he’s thinking what could you possibly be doing here?
“Hey,” Namjoon speaks throwing his keys on the coffee table. Jimin doesn’t say a word. Only a curt nod with his lips held taught.
“Hey, babe rooms ready!”  You hear Jungkook yell from his bedroom. Your cheeks heat up instantly. He knows. He definitely knows what you’re up to.
“So yeah. Nice seeing you. Bye.” You’re up off the couch, quickly scurrying off to Jungkook’s room.
“What the hell Jungkook why did you have to scream.” You burst into his room. Making sure to keep your voice down.
“Okay I don’t know what you’re mad about now but please just get on the bed babe.” He whines. He’s already removing his clothes. He’s sat at the edge of his bed. Boxers are still on but you can see the evident bulge. Even at an unflattering angle for anyone else Jungkook's abs still looked perfectly toned as he bends over to remove his socks.
God your core aches at the sight of him. He was sure as hell a jerk, but still, you couldn’t resist this fucker.
You follow in toe removing your clothes as well. Shirt and pants are the first to go. Jungkook sits on his bed with his back pressed against the old wood headboard. His boxers off now and his hand strokes his dick, while he watches you undress. His eyes glued at the way your breasts fall out of your bra when you unhook them. He shamelessly gawks at your body. He can barely look away when he rolls on the condom.
“Jimin’s here.” You state. “You didn’t have to be so loud.”
“Sorry.” You take his lame apology and continue to undress until you’re fully naked.
“C’ mere and sit on it, babe.” He instructs his voice low and alluringly. Your insides ache for the feeling of him inside you. You get onto the bed to where he's sat at.  Your knees on either side of him and your pussy hovers right over his dick.
“Ask nicely Jeon.” You tantalize, your hips swaying over him. Like you could just sit on it but you’d rather have some fun. He looks annoyed because you’re pressed for time, but unless he asks nicely you won’t give in.
“Fine. Will you please sit on my dick.” He’s annoyed but he won’t do anything about it. Especially when your pussy is this close to him.
Your fingers are at your entrance fitting only two fingers in. There’s a bit of resistance without much foreplay.
“Think you can fit it in?” Jungkook asks. His eyes glued to where your fingers are currently. He lazily strokes himself as you finger yourself.
“Just give me a second,” you sigh. The feeling of your fingers and the way Jungkook looks as he strokes himself seems to liven up your arousal.
Jungkook’s hands are at your chest. He’s groping the swell of your breast. Licking his fingers before pinching your nipples.
When you’re wet enough you sit on his dick. Your tight cunt engulfing his dick. When you bottom out you start to move your hips. They sway back and forth deliciously grinding against Jungkook. He lies flat on his back, your hand on his chest to better support yourself as you move desperately.
“Fuck babe, someone’s horny.” He comments on the way your hips move so fast.
“Just- want- to- cum.” That’s true but you’re also taking out your frustration on the fact that Jungkook made you look like a fool in front of Jimin.
With that Jungkook's hands are on your hips pulling on them, guiding them faster against him.
“Mmm,” you moan softly when you feel your clit brush against the soft skin of Jungkook’s pelvis.
“Baby,” he groans gripping tighter onto your hips. “Why are you being so quiet?” He knows exactly why. He knows you’re keeping quiet because Jimin is here.“What? Don’t want your little boyfriend to hear what a dirty slut you are?” He thrusts his hips up. Making your body jolt up.
“Jesus Jungkook,” you moan quietly trying to keep your voice as low as possible. Jungkook teases again, thrusting up harder. You can’t help but moan out loud with the way he hits you so deeply. Your knees dig into the mattress and you pick up your pace. Craving to feel Jungkook everywhere. You guide his hand to your chest. One of his hands slides up your front to your chest. He gropes the flesh hard making you moan out again with pleasure.
“Jungkook please.” You beg he’s pushing your buttons on purpose. Trying to get you to moan louder. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want Jimin to hear you. Somehow the thought of letting Jimin hear the way Jungkook fucked you made you even wetter. You clench around Jungkook’s dick and he growls.
“Oh God, you really are a little slut. You want him to hear us don’t you?” He goads his hips meeting your every move. He’s getting as desperate as you are.
“Shut up and make me cum.” You demand your body flushes and not just from the sex. You’re too embarrassed to admit this, especially to Jungkook.
Without hesitating Jungkook's fingers are on your clit. Your body tenses at the feeling. You push harder and faster you can almost taste your orgasm. You’re cumming quicker than usual.
“C’mon babe give Jimin a show.” Jungkook grunts using his grip to bounce you on his dick. You throw out all your inhibitions and moan as loud as you really want to.
“Fuck-,” Jungkook grunts again. You bounce on his dick like your life depends on it. His cock hits you in all the right places. Finally, the band snaps and you’re coming undone.
“Jungkook-,” you moan. Your nails marking his chest as your walls convulse around him. You feel your body light up in pleasure until it finally fades. You rest your forehead on his shoulder, your body limp with exhaustion. All while Jungkook fucks you mercilessly. He plants his feet flat against the mattress. Grabbing ahold of your hips as he fucks up into you from underneath. His breath is uneven and his skin gleams with perspiration. His grunts become louder in your ear and if you had more energy you’d try to get out another orgasm. Instead, you just lie on top of him, letting him use your pussy to get off. Jungkook cums with a groan, his spunk filling the condom. The way he twitches inside you feels so good even in the aftershocks of your orgasm.
When you regain your energy you slide off of him. Your body falling limp onto the sweat-soaked sheets. Jungkook’s ceiling fan feels like heaven. The air hitting you softly, cooling you down. You’re so blissed out you could fall asleep, but just then Jungkook is kicking you out.
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You’re tying your apron into a knot when Taehyung comes over to you. “Go to the register now.” He whispers to you. When you don’t move his gestures for you to move. “Quickly!” You don’t question him and head straight for the till.
Once you’re at the register you see why he wanted you here. In tight jeans and a loose-fitting sweater, Jimin stands in front of you. He’s scrolling through his phone waiting for his order to be taken.
“Hey Jimin,” You say keeping your voice as steady as possible. You're always a mess in front of him.
“Hey y/n I didn’t know you worked here.”
“Yeah, I need the extra cash. So what can I get for you?”
He takes a quick look over the menu as if he’s going to choose something different. You assume he ends up going for what he already had in mind.
“I’ll have a small iced americano." You ring up his order and Taehyung starts to make it. You know you should say something. Especially with the way Taehyung is looking at you. His eyes say ask him out, but you aren’t sure if you can do that. So instead you go for this settle for this. “So uh- any plans for this weekend?”
“There’s a party at Beta tonight, so I might go hit that up.”
“Oh yeah, Hoseok invited me.” Ever since you sloppily gave Jung Hoseok a handjob at a Beta party once. You were almost always invited to all their parties.
“Oh cool, I’m I guess I’ll see you there.”
He smiles cooly and your heart melts. “See you there.” With that, he’s taking his americano and heading out the door.
“Wow.” Taehyung comments on your lame interaction.
“Shut up, I couldn’t just ask him out.”
“Anything would’ve been better than “oh- um” he mimics your voice and you throw a rag at him.
“I hate you.”
“You love me.”
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Later that night, you're on your way to the party. After many outfit changes, you decided on a slightly modest dress. Well, who were you kidding it was slutty but the least slutiest out of all your dresses.
The party seems to have started long ago. People already passed out on the front lawn. You see Taehyung and go over to him and give him a hug.
“Have you seen Jimin?” You ask scoping the crowd in hopes of spotting Jimin.
“Nope. Only your rat of a boyfriend. He was asking for you by the way.” Taehyung jokes.
“He isn’t my boyfriend. Stop saying that Jimin might hear.” Taehyung only laughs. When he sees Jungkook coming your way he decides to bounce. “I’ll catch up with you later then, yeah?”
“Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you all night?” Jungkook complains as he hands you the beer he’s been saving for you for the past hour. It’s lukewarm now, but you still take a sip.
“With my actual friends Jungkook. I’m trying to have a good time.”
“I’m hurt I thought we were friends. Like the name says it all friends with benefits.” You can hear the sarcasm in his voice. You ignore it though your mind still focused on finding Jimin.
“I’m not in the mood Jeon.”
Jungkook didn’t get jealous very often, but when he saw the disappointment on your face that Jimin hadn’t shown up there was nothing but jealousy boiling in the pit of his stomach.
“Oh, I get it. Looking for Prince Charming.” He says a bit too bitterly. You brush it off as an annoyance that you won’t hop on his dick at his command. Either way, you're giving up hope that you’ll see Jimin. Jungkook seems to be your best option especially since he’s looking really good in his extra tight skinnies. God, you hated how hot Jungkook was. Jungkook catches the way you look him up and down and he knows that look.
He takes initiative and presses his chest against yours. His lips are at your ear you feel the warmth of his breath when he speaks. “Meet me in the bathroom upstairs.” Your body reacts with a shiver going straight down to your core. You know you shouldn’t do it, but you do it anyway.
You wait a few minutes then head up the stairs to find Jungkook. When you meet him in the bathroom he’s quickly pulling you in. His hands sliding up the front of your body to the back of your neck. Pulling you forward covering your lips with his. His tongue demanding an entrance.
The way Jungkook clouds your senses makes your mind go hazy. Every touch burning into your skin. He pushes you up against the bathroom sink. Before you know it, he was in between your legs. His tongue kissing over the lace of your panties. You couldn’t give him up. Especially when he felt this good.
His hands grip onto your thighs as his teeth pull on your panties. Feeling his tongue on your bare mound causes you to moan out loud. Luckily it’s drowned out by the booming bass.
“Jungkook,” you moan pathetically as his mouth gets very acquainted with your core.
You want to feel him everywhere at once, but you’d settle for his tongue for the moment. The way he licks your pussy is with precision. He knows exactly how to make you see stars. You’re gripping onto the countertop as his lips suck on your clit. Now he isn’t so precise he’s sloppy and hungry. He’s slurping you up like it’s his last meal, and when you cum you really cum. Body tensing your mind goes blank and your body is submerged in pure pleasure. You can’t count how many times Jungkook has eaten you out but every time it seems to get better.
Your body needed him. “Jungkook get up here and fuck me now.” You could’ve said it nicer especially when he just made you come but your pussy is so needy and ready to be filled.
“Please,” Jungkook goads as he’s getting up.
“Please Jungkook fuck me.”
“Well since you asked so nicely,” he’s quickly unbuckling his belt. Pants and boxers going off in one go.
“Fuck my life.” Jungkook curses he fumbles around with his back pockets as his cock stands tall so close to your core.
“What’s wrong?” You ask your eyes trained on his engorged dick. You stare at it like a starved woman. But who wouldn’t when they had a cock like that right in front of them.
“No condom.”
“Don’t worry I’m clean. You?”
“Yeah but,”
“On the pill now please Jungkook fuck me until I can’t see straight.”
He does exactly what you say. He pushes in all in one go. He fits so perfectly inside you. Your arousal coating his dick as he begins to thrust. You wrap your legs around him. Pulling him closer and caging him in.
“God your pussy feels so fucking good,” Jungkook groans he’s just as fucked out as you are. His mouth is on yours it’s nothing but teeth and tongue. You suck on his tongue like you would his dick and you get even wetter when he moans at the feeling.
You pull away panting. “Jungkook,” you moan his name and that only pushes him further to his orgasm.
“Jesus say it again,” he begs.
You moan his name again in a high pitched dulcet tone. You know just how to work him up. He fucks you faster and his strokes become deeper. You cling onto him as he fucks you relentlessly. He groans in your ear before his lips find purchase on the crook of your neck. Kissing your skin until it turns a pink hue. You can feel your second orgasm building up. Closer and closer with every thrust. Before you get a chance to taste euphoria again Jungkook’s hips stutter and he spurts his cum into your already soaked pussy. He lets out another groan. His muscles flex and his dick spasms as he comes.
“I was so close,” you complain as you drop your legs in disappointment.
Jungkook chuckles in disbelief  “So greedy.” He teases only because he’s just as greedy as you are. He wraps your leg around his waist while the other is grounded on the floor. You suck in a breath when his fingers dance at your entrance. Caressing the soft skin of your lower lips. Barely teasing at the entrance where you sop with his cum.
Finally, his fingers are in you. Stretching you out once again. He groans through clenched teeth. He’s pushing his cum back into you. The extra lubrication makes you keen. Jungkook has you wrapped around his delicious fingers. The way he makes you feel is like no one else before. You can’t stand it that you’re in here when you should be with Jimin, but that’s the hold that Jungkook had on you.
Any thought of Jimin is long gone when you feel his fingers on your clit. He rubs relentlessly until your skin blushes from head to toe. You wrap your arms around Jungkook’s neck holding onto him as you brace yourself for your orgasm.
“That’s it, there- there!” You moan, throwing your head back. You feel your walls pulse and then the feeling is gone. “Fuck,” you sigh.
Jungkook’s fingers leave your pussy. Exhausted from your two orgasms you decide to go home. You get yourself cleaned up and head back home.
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Working and going to school full time is really kicking your ass. Somehow though you manage to make it into work.
“You look horrible,” Taehyung states as he brews another pot of coffee.
“Wow, thanks dipshit.” You throw a rag at him and you both laugh out loud when it hits him in the face. Just then the bell chimes alerting you that a customer has entered the store.
When you turn around you see Jimin walking in the shop, in probably one of his most attractive looks. Tight jeans that hug his thick thighs, and an oversized flannel, that’s just unbuttoned enough to catch a glimpse of his collar bones.
“Hey,” he greets you in a soft voice and sweet crooked smile.
You try not to stare too much at his lips when you take his order. It’s his usual as always, but you always ask what he wants. With that Taehyung makes his drink and before you know it Jimin’s out the door.
“He definitely likes you y/n,” Taehyung says. Luckily it’s a slow night and you're able to chat with Tae.
“Yeah right.” You brush it off because you know it isn’t true. If it was he would’ve done something by now.
“Seriously y/n? You don’t notice how many times a day he comes in? The other day it was three times and I’m sure he was looking for you.
“Maybe he just has a caffeine addiction.” Still not believing it. You know Taehyung is just trying to make you feel better, but you don’t want him making you delusional.
“Yeah ok. Don’t believe me then.”
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The semester is coming to an end and winter break is just around the corner. You realize time is going so fast, but suddenly it stops once Jimin finally asks you out. Everything seems to slow down all at once.
You’ve never seen this side of Jimin, usually a calm, cool, collected guy suddenly jittery as he asks you what you’d like to do. You both stand there rosy-cheeked as the winter wind kisses your face. You’re lucky it’s so cold out, you could pass your blush off from the weather.
Jimin’s time couldn’t be more off with exams coming up the only time for a date you could have was a study one.
You meet in the library at noon. You’re the first to arrive and surprisingly you’re not as nervous as you thought you’d be. You’re already taking out your laptop and books when Jimin arrives. He comes bearing gifts. Coffee and pastries from the school cafe. He extends his arm out slipping a quiet ‘hey’ when he gets to you.
“Wow, I’m not used to people bringing me coffee.” You joke as you take the coffee from his hand.
“I know you get this stuff for free all the time, but I figured we’d need it.” He cracks a smile before plopping down next to you.
He pulls off his layers one by one until finally, he’s just in his very tight-fitting turtleneck. Oh my God are his abs peeking through the fabric of his shirt? You couldn’t help but gawk for a second. Luckily you don’t get caught.
Hours passed by and it only seemed like minutes. You studied for a bit, but when the conversation finally struck you couldn’t stop talking. Everything about Jimin was interesting. As it turns out he was quite funny too. You couldn’t suppress your giggles and that got you a few rude looks and a couple of shushes. You’re sure your cheeks were flushed the whole time, but you didn’t seem to care. The way Jimin made you feel was secure.
“I really think we should head out now, it looks like the library’s closing,” Jimin says as he starts to put away his things.
You finally look up and notice you’re the only ones left in the library. “Wow, time really got away from us.”
“I had a nice time though,” Jimin says as he watches you pack up your things. “Although I think I might fail my chem exam.”
“Oh no, I’m sorry Jimin!”
“Don’t worry about it. It was way worth it.”
You can’t help but glow from the inside out.
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Later that night when you're warm and cozy all snuggled up in bed, off in dreamland. You’re rudely awakened by a pounding at your door. You ignore it though, assuming it’s not for you and for your roommate. Because who else would you be expecting at this hour.
Your turn to see if your roommate is finally getting up to get the door, but she must be exhausted because she’s still knocked out.
Reluctantly you get up out of bed. You pad through the darkroom until you’re at the door. You crack it open expecting to see some random person at the door, but it’s definitely not who you were expecting.
“Jungkook, what are you doing here?” Your voice laced with annoyance. You step out of the room to not wake your roommate.
“I’ve been calling you I thought you were dead or something.”
“It’s called sleeping Jungkook.”
“Well, I thought something happened.”
“Since when do you care so much?”
“I don’t.” He leans in closer to you his breath hot on your ear. “What I do care about is that sweet little pussy of yours”
“We can’t. My roommates home.”
“She asleep? It won’t take very long.”
You’d like to tell Jungkook to fuck off and let you sleep but it doesn’t seem to work that way. Your body betrays you because now all you want is Jungkook.
You let him kiss your neck as his hand glides down the front of your body. His hand slipping underneath your cotton shorts. His hand feeling around idly.
“No hickeys Jeon.” You warn and he listens. Only licking and kissing the sweet spots on your neck.
“We really shouldn’t. We’re in the middle of the hallway for goodness sake Jungkook.”
“Relax everyone’s asleep. Plus I’m just feeling around.” He says coolly. Totally unfazed by the thought of someone catching you. Jungkook’s hand is now moving with a bit more purpose. His thumb finding the clit over your damp panties.
“Jungkook please,” you moan. You’re not sure exactly what you’re begging for. For him to stop or for him to give you more.
His thumb is relentless now. Rubbing circles against your swollen nub. Any thought of someone catching you is completely gone as you feel the pressure build between your thighs.
“Oh God,” you huff. You keep your voice as low as possible.
“I bet you’re real wet for me huh? I’d slide right in right?” Jungkook tantalizes. You should be ashamed but you know it’s true. He’d slide right in with no resistance.
“More,” you beg. Jungkook smirks it doesn’t take much for you to become putty in his hands.
His thumb moves faster. He won’t give in and give you what you really want, which is his fingers inside of you. For now, he settles for just getting you off as quickly as he possibly can. His body is pressed up against yours. You can feel his dick poking at your lower abdomen. He wants you just as badly as you want him.
“Fuck-,” you sigh as pleasure takes over your body. You want to scream, but you won’t. Instead, you bite down on your lower lip to keep the moans from coming out.
“God I love how needy you are.” Jungkook goads. His hand is working hard to get you off. Within the next few seconds, you’re sighing in relief. When the band finally snaps and you come undone.
“Jungkook!” You yelp out loud. You’re too far gone to worry about your voice. You’re in pure ecstasy as you cum in your panties.
Jungkook is quick to pull his hand out of your shorts and cover your mouth.
“You really want to get us caught don’t you?” You shake your head no in response. “Didn’t seem like it a few seconds ago,” Jungkook smirks. Removing his hand from your mouth. “I’ll see you around y/n.” With that, he’s walking away. Leaving you leaning against your door in confusion.
Wait what? Was he really leaving you like this? He didn’t even get himself off. You don’t even bother to stop him. Still confused and kind of shocked at everything that just happened. You let him walk away.
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Bzzt bzzt
Jimin: Hey I was wondering if you’re going to Beta party tonight?
It was the first time Jimin texted you and you can’t help how giddy it made you feel. The only thing was you hadn’t gotten an invite to the party yet.
You: haven’t gotten invited yet :/
Jimin: Well consider this your invitation.
         Would you like to come with me?
         If you’re free?
You: I’d love too
Jimin: great I’ll pick you up at 8
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You hate to admit how long it took you to get ready. You just wanted to look perfect for Jimin. Once you’re all done getting ready you wait for Jimin outside your dorm building.
When he pulls up you get in carefully trying not to flash your lacy underwear that you picked out just for him.
“Hey,” he says coolly and God you could melt just by hearing his voice.
The rest of the car ride goes well. Small talk here and there. You did have to try a bit to keep the conversation going, but other than that it went well.
He even held the car door open for you which once again you had to be cautious in order not to flash him his surprise for later.
“Care for a drink?” Jimin offers.
“Yes please.”
“Anything you’d like?”
“I’ll drink whatever you’re drinking.” With that Jimin is off in the crowd to get the drinks.
You couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach. Even though this wasn’t exactly the ideal place for a date you were still really happy to be here with Jimin.
Once Jimin is back you down your drink a bit too quickly. You can’t help it, you’re used to drinking fast to get drunk. So you decide to limit yourself to only two drinks tonight.
The rest night goes smoothly. You introduced Jimin to your friends and they all love him. He charms each and every one of them. You’re so taken by Jimin that you can’t wait until you’re back at his place. That is if he invites you.
Soon the party fizzles out and you both decide it’s a good time to head out.
Jimin opens the door for you like the gentleman that he is, and this time that you get into the car you don’t try to hide your lace underwear. Your dress rides up and you spread your legs wide as you get in the car. Making sure Jimin has a full view of the lace panties. He is such a gentleman man because as soon as he caught a glimpse he’s quickly averting his eyes from your core. You found it so endearing.
When you get in the car Jimin tells you he wants to take you somewhere. He promises it isn’t anything sketchy. He just wanted to show you how bright and clear the stars are on the outskirts of town. You think it’s so romantic and you can’t wait to devour him under the stars.
Eventually, Jimin pulls over on the side of the road. No cars, people, or houses in sight. Before you get out of the car you decide you want to kiss him. You’ve been waiting all night and you couldn’t wait a moment longer. First, you pull your dress up enough to leave little to the imagination. Then you lean over the center console.
“Jimin,” you call. He turns to look at you and before he can even notice your underwear again. You’re kissing him at first it's sweet. Even though Jimin is stiff you take the initiative and pry your tongue into his mouth. What you don’t expect is for Jimin to pull away and look at you in horror.
“What are you doing y/n?!” Jimin questions, his eyes wide.
“I’m, uh- trying to-,” you stutter. You’re not even sure what you’re trying to say.
“I didn’t take you for the type of loose girls y/n.”
“But I-.” You couldn’t believe what was happening. The words coming out of Park Jimin’s mouth. You were wrong about him all along, and you felt like a fool.
“I’m sorry y/n I’m just not into those types of girls. The ones who sleep around with anybody.”
Your face burns with shame and embarrassment. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes. All you know is you need to get out of here as soon as possible. Without thinking twice you pull down the hem of your dress and get out of the car as fast as you humanly can.
“Wait! Y/n where are you going?” Jimin calls out to you. “I can’t just leave you here!” It’s true, you didn’t know where you were, but you couldn’t bear to be with Jimin for a second longer.
You ignore Jimin and start walking. You’re not sure where you’re walking to, but you just keep going. Eventually, Jimin gets tired of following you in his car and speeds off.
Once he’s gone you finally let it all out. Tears streaming down your face. You can barely even see your phone as you try to look up your roommate's contact to call her. You have no luck though she doesn’t answer. Neither do any of your friends on your contact list. They’re probably all drunk like they should be on a Saturday night.
The only person left was Jungkook. You swallowed your pride and pressed call. To your surprise, he actually answered.
“Hello?”
You don’t answer right away trying to collect yourself so you don’t sound like you’ve been crying.
“Y/n I don’t have time for this. If you want to meet up just text me.”
“Wait!”
“I’m listening.”
“Jungkook I need a ride I don’t know where I am. Please.” Your voice cracks.
“What happened are you okay?” Jungkook asks concerned. You can’t hold it in any longer and you begin to full-on sob again.
“Send me your location now. I’m on my way.”
Within the next ten minutes, Jungkook shows up in his beat-up Jeep. You never thought you’d be so relieved to see Jungkook.
“What the fuck happened y/n? Why the hell are you in the middle of bum fuck nowhere?” He says as he gets out of the car. You don’t answer you’re too ashamed to tell him what happened. He doesn’t push you though. Instead, he helps you into his Jeep, and you’re on your way back to campus.
“Need a drink?” Jungkook offers. He reaches over to backseat and pulls out a bottle of Jameson.
You look at him kind of weird as in why does he have liquor in his car. Is he just always stocked with alcohol?
Without you even asking he answers your question. “Was on the way to a party when you called. Just bring some party favors.”
“Thanks.” You sniffle and grab the bottle and take two big swigs.
“You don’t have to tell me exactly what happened, but I do need to know if you’re hurt in any way. Do I need to take you to the hospital?” Jungkook was expecting the worst had happened. He didn’t even want to think that someone could have possibly hurt you physically.
“I’m fine Jungkook. Maybe not mentally, but physically I’m ok.”
By the time you get back on campus, you’re already drunk. You really needed the alcohol to numb the pain that Jimin caused, luckily it did.
You’re not sure why, but Jungkook offers to walk you upstairs. You promise yourself not to sleep with him. Just like you agreed on last week. Even though you weren’t official with Jimin yet, you wanted to end your relationship with Jungkook. At least so you thought.
Old habits die hard though. You can’t seem to quit Jungkook. You’re not sure if it’s the booze, insecurities, or the fact that you’re horny, but that’s how you end up with Jungkook back in your dorm room.
You wrestle each other out of your clothes. You’re grateful your roommate’s out for the night. You really needed Jungkook’s touch right now.
When your back hits the twin size mattress. Jungkook is all over you. Taking his time savoring every part of your body. Your damp bodies intertwine and Jungkook makes you see stars like he always does.
It’s late and you know the sun will be up soon. You’re not sure what it is that makes you invite Jungkook to spend the night. It’s not a usual thing that happens, but maybe your mind was hazy from the intense orgasm you just had. Also, a part of you wanted to bask in the afterglow for once.
Jungkook’s arm wraps around your shoulder, and you lay your head on his. Minutes pass and you’re finally drifting asleep. What wakes you is Jungkook’s lips pressed against your temple. The gesture was foreign. Yeah, you guys kissed, but never like this. This was too intimate. Too sweet not the usual kiss that’s full of lust.
“What are you doing Jungkook?”
“What? I can’t kiss you?”
“Jungkook what’s going on?”
“Okay, don’t freak out, but I’ve been thinking a lot lately.”
You inch away from him before he can continue. Your mind is racing at the possibilities of what Jungkook is going to say.
His pause is taking too long for your liking. “What is it Jungkook? Spit it out.”
“I’m in love with you y/n.”
Your stomach drops at the bomb Jungkook just dropped on you. “What?” You’re not sure if you’re hearing things correctly. Maybe you’re asleep having a nightmare.
“I love you y/n.”
But you heard everything correctly, clear as day. Jungkook loves.
“You’re still drunk right?” You start to laugh in denial. Hoping that it’s really just some joke. The only explanation for this is Jungkook still must be intoxicated from earlier. Because there’s no way in hell that Jeon Jungkook loves you.
“I’m not drunk y/n. I’m serious. I love you.”
“Jesus Jungkook would you stop saying that.” You sit up hastily in your bed grabbing ahold of the sheets to cover you. Suddenly you feel so bare when just minutes ago you were so comfortable showing your skin to Jungkook.
“This can’t be happening. Are you trying to get back because I said we couldn’t sleep with each other anymore?”
“Why are you acting like loving you is so crazy? So what if I love you? So what if I’m in love with you? Just shut up and let me love you y/n.”
Suddenly your stomach flips. How could you not see this? How did you not notice that Jungkook was falling in love with you? Maybe he hid it really well. You’re confused more than ever now. This is not how things were supposed to be. No feelings just sex, but why did you suddenly see yourself with Jungkook?
“Jungkook, I don’t know.”
“Look you don’t have to say anything now. Think about it ok? I won’t stop loving you though.” His words cause your stomach to flip again.
Jungkook leaves you on your bedsheets soaked in essence from what happened moments ago. When things weren’t so confusing. When it was just you getting pleasure from Jungkook. His confession ruined everything. You couldn’t bear to think about it anymore. You drag yourself to the bath and soak until you’ve forgotten about the night.
.
.
Work seems to drag on tonight. Everything seemed to drag on this week. Ever since that night with Jungkook, you haven’t been the same. Your friends noticed but you didn’t dare to tell them. Telling them would make it all real.
“Are you actually going to get some work done tonight?” Taehyung asks as he sweeps the cafe floors. It’s a slow night with only a few students studying but other than that the cafe is quiet tonight.
“Sorry just not feeling good.”
“Are you going to stop moping around and actually tell me what the fuck is going on with you?” Taehyung was one of your best friends you could trust him. So you decide to spill.
“Jungkook confessed to me the other night.”
“Woah Woah Woah. Jeon Jungkook?”
“Yes.”
“The same Jungkook who has the biggest fuck boy reputation on campus? The same person that’s the bro’s before hoes guy?”
“Yes, Taehyung!” You know Taehyung is shocked, but no one is as shocked as you still are.
“What do I do?”
“Honestly I’m at a loss for words.”
“You’re great help Tae.”
“Sorry I just wasn’t expecting Jungkook to actually like you. I know I joke about him being your boyfriend and whatnot, but it’s only to give you a hard time. I actually didn’t think he wanted to be your boyfriend.
“Yeah well, I didn’t think that either, but he does.” You huff. “Wanna know the worst part?”
“What?”
“I- I think I might like him back.”
Taehyung’s jaw drops at your confession.
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A/N: Please let me know if you want a part 2!
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Day 2- riding (Akutagawa Ryūnosuke)
Rules and master lists
Day 2 of kinktober with akutagawa! From bsd!The next one will be body worship with snake from black butler! More under the cut!
Implied female reader
Warnings ⚠ : this is kinktober... It's smuty nasty stuffs. Ridding, possessive aku (not yan) light bondage (does rashomon count??) Dom aku
Summary : akutagawas lungs never let him go as long as he wants. The solution? Making you ride him!
Remember guys! Consent is sexy~
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It had been a long week for the rabid dog of the port mafia. Besides his missions, his mind had been weighed down by other thoughts. Akutagawa had been so pent up the past week, and without a break to. It was safe to say that he wanted you. Normally he wouldn't get so frustrated but ever since the two of you had become intimate beyond innocent touches akutagawa had found that his sex drive was far higher then before. He wanted nothing more then to fuck you into an unraveled moaning mess, the only problem with this was his lungs. No mater his desire to pound into you for so long it caused you to quiver and cry from pleasure his lungs always seemed to give out and he would start coughing and would have to stop far before he wanted to.
It was starting to get under his skin and agrivate him. To him it was as tho a wild fire had been started in the pit of his stomach, frustration at himself for his lungs only acting as kindling to the growing fire that was both anger and lust.
His pride wouldn't allow you to dominate him, but that left him torn as he wanted to take you until you begged for him, however he couldn't. That was until he discovered that while you may be physically on top, he was the one in control. So he was almost rushing to finish the last of his paperwork from the last mission he completed, his mind was already wandering to what you'd look like, moaning and begging for him and his cock was buried deep inside you, filling you up and draging along every inch of your wet cave.
Finally haveing gotten all the work done he promptly left to go find you, hopefully you would be in your office so he could drag take you home.
"Ah! Hello aku, do you need something? " You asked, tilting your head as he entered through the large doors of your office.
"Home. Now, lets go" Without giving you time to answer he turned on his heels and began to walk out the door. You shook your head at your impatient partner and quickly gathering your things to go home.
You had also been quite stressed to. The week had been very busy without a single break for you or akutagawa and you wanted nothing more then to go home and cuddled your angry boyfriend. Oh how blissfully unaware of the stom to come you were~
Akutagawa had all but dragged you home to your shared apartment, he stood impatiently as you seemed to take an eternity and a half to get your keys and open the door. The hole time he contemplated tearing it down with rashomon but decided against it as he didn't want you mad at him. You finally got the door open and stepped inside followed close behind by akutagawa. After stepping in he immediately closed the door and locked it. Giveing you no time to react he made quick strides to where you were and encased your lips in a rough kiss. He always seemed to taste like black tea and slightly bitter, occasionally he would even taste like blood after a mission.
You were shocked to say the least, akutagawa never seemed to be so forward. He always hinted in subtle ways that he wanted affection or more lewd touches, but unless provoked through unintentional jealousy or purposeful teasing he had never been so forward. You were Shure you hadn't done anything to provoke him an yet here you were, his thin but surprisingly strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist to box you in with no chance of escape, not that you'd want to.
His lips moved with yours in heated passion allowing him to claim every inch of your wet cavern. Akutagawa was leaving no place untouched in his conquest of your mouth, when he finally pulled away for air coughing slightly from the lack of oxygen he huredly dragged you into your shared bedroom and pined you onto the sheets.
"W-whats got you so riled up Ryū? N-not that I'm complaining" You said. You stared up at his dark Piercing eyes, the look he had would have been terrifying if not for the situation.
"It's been a week and I've been unable to see you... Touch you... I don't want you forgetting that you're mine understand? " You could tell he was excited and you were to, you rubbed your thighs together as heat pooled in your lower regions.
Backing up and standing above you akutagawas face soffend slightly, his eyes were now slightly desperate as the gazed at you on the bed
"Tell me you want this, that you want me and only me to fuck you into a mess. I need to hear you say it. " His tone was stern and obviously strained, not only from holding himself back from Ravangeing you right then and there, but also from forceing himself to be vulnerable, even if only for a moment. (Consent is sexy)
"Of course Ryū, I-I want you and only you, I want you i-inside me. Fuck me Ryūnosuke. "
"Then strip. " He ordered, a subtle smirk on his face seeing you so red as you squirmed beneath his gaze.
As much as you wanted to tease him with your little strip show, going as painstakingly slow as possible to get a rise out of your boyfriend, you could tell he was very impatient today and you rather not have him shred yet another outfit and pair of underwear with rashomon. So you quickly stripped yourself, undoing your shirt before shruging it off, your breasts and dark lace bra on full display under his intense gaze. Striping off your pants and kicking them away you smirked before undoing the clasps of your bra, letting it fall to the ground before hooking your fingers around the hem of your lacy panties, you hesitated to strip them off but giggled and complied when you felt akutagawa glaring into your soul and burning holes in your skin.
The moment your panties hit the floor he was on top of you. He pressed you into the bed with your legs off the edge and him in between them. His hand wasted no time before it began rubbing against your clit. You moaned at the friction against your sensitive nerves, akutagawa continued his motions before sliping a slender finger into your driping pussy earning a gasp from your mouth. Pressing his mouth to yours in a passionate kiss he drank in your moans and wines as his slipped another slender finger into you. Curling and sliding in and out of you he trailed love bites down your mouth and jaw before latching onto your neck, sucking and biteing slightly on your (s/c) skin to leave a very large dark red hicky in plain sight, he left several more, each getting lower and lower as the knot in your stomach continued to tighten and your hips squimered and bucked against akutagawas fingers as they rubbed against your soft walls, draging and curling inside you and pushing moans and whipy pants out of your throat.
Not likeing your squirming hips as he continued to now abuse your chest and litter it with deep red marks, black almost jagged looking fabric out lined in a fain red glow wrapped tightly around your legs but not enough to hurt you but tight enough for you not to wiggle free from it forced your legs further apart and held your hips down to stop your squirming.
Akutagawa decided to add a third finger into you as you moaned out his name. Thrusting his digits In and out of you, caressing your walls as his thumb rubbed harsh circles against your puffy clit you felt the knot in your stomach snap. Walls clenching tightly against his fingers you moaned his name and your legs shuddered as you road out your orgasms.
Removeing his fingers covered in your slick juices he admired his work. You layed panting and flushed beneath him, a thin layer of sweat covering your naked form now marked and covered in deep red hickys and bite marks. Your legs shuddering and spred open just for his eyes to see, your driping cunt on full display for his hungry gaze. Leaning over you once again he slipped his fingers into your mouth slightly pressing down on your tongue.
"Lick them clean." Obeying you began licking and sucking on his long slender digits, tasteing yourself on his fingers. His erection pressed against your inner thigh as you continued to lick his fingers clean.
Pulling away and removeing rashomon from your thighs he unbuckled his belt and allowed his pants to drop to the floor before kicking them away. Removeing his boxers his cock sprung free from its confines, throbbing and aching to be deep inside you. He was left in only his ruffled white dress shirt and black coat as he sat on the bed and quickly pulled you into his lap, the tip of his length rubbing against your folds. Positioning his tip at your wet entrance the hand on your hip brought you down, his cock slowly sliding into you and stretching your walls around him.
Groaning at the slick wamth around his throbbing cock his hands held your hips and ass in a vice grip. Rashomon once again wrapping around your thighs and holding you tightly. Lifting you up until his dick was almost out of your slick cunt he slammed your hips down onto his ripping a moan from your throat.
"Mnnahhhhh! R-ryūnosuke! Ahh"
"That's right (y/n), moan for me. Moan when I'm pounding so deep inside what's mine." He groaned out as he bounced you on his cock, filling you up with his length as your hands griped his shoulders.
His hands continued to bring your hips up and down and a rough fast pace, mercilessly slamming into your pussy as the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room almost drowning out your moans and screams.
Akutagawa was liveing for this, your moans of his name as tho it was the only word you knew, the feeling of being so deep inside of you with your walls so, so, tight around his throbbing cock. The look in his eyes was absolutely feral, finally he could fuck you into a mess, absolutely destroy your needy little cunt until you couldn't walk straight. If it hadn't been for the fact he was balls deep within you, bouncing you on his cock, the look in his eyes would be a Terrifying sign of inevitable death, wild and feral with a wildfire behind his normaly cold, empty black eyes.
His cock twitched inside of you, signaling that his own release was close. Your stomach tightened again and your walls clenched desperately onto his cock, your slick completely drenching his throbbing member. The feeling of you comeing around him was enough to send him over the edge, hot ropes of cum shot into you and mixed with your own orgasm, stuffing you full and dripping out of you with your own fluids. However to your surprise akutagawa didn't stop for even a second. Infact it seemed like his pace increced, bounceing you even harder and faster up and down his still hard cock, his cum dribbling down his shaft whenever he lifted you up.
You moaned and tears pricked your eyes from his rough thrust into your over stimulated pussy. Your legs were shakeing violently despite being held by both akutagawa and his rashomon. You clenched and shuddered around him every time he brought you down onto his cock. His member seemed to pound against your spongy g-spot with every thrust. You screamed out his name in broken syllables as he groaned and growled against your skin.
Throwing your head back in pleasure as stars seemed to cloud your vision you shook violently as another blissful orgasm ripped through you, once again causeing you to soak akutagawas cock in your juices. After a few more bounces akutagawa once again shot his load inside you.
You were the one out of breath this time, panting and breathing heavily you rested your head in the crook of akutagawas neck attempting to calm your breathing as you body still sook and your cunt continued to clench around him at the feeling of his member still inside you.
"Don't think I'm done with you yet. I'm going to fuck you into a shakeing mess until you're absolutely painted in my cum. I'm going to make you scream for me (y/n) until everyone knows you. Are. Mine. "
The end for now~
😳😳😳 well that was absolute filth. Damn man possessive horny aku really gets me going, this wasn't supposed to be THIS filthy but gods I'm glad it turned out that way.
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