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fuwushiguro · 10 months

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I Can Be The Eye Of The Storm

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Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader | Megumi Fushiguro x f!Reader

Genre: Smut & Angst with horror/thriller elements Notes: thank u everyone who sent love about this series it’s been fun to get back into it! hope this chapter was worth the wait hehe 💕 Warnings: 18+, rape/noncon, major character death, false imprisonment, violence, attempted murder, blood mention, misogyny. Words: 4.4k

Synopsis: You meet a handsome older man while partying in Paris with your best friend. Going home with a man you've just met isn't usually your style, but looking at him is more than enough to dispel any doubts. But maybe you should have listened to your intuition.

“Toji please!” you cry, pounding against the door. “PLEASE!”

You keep hammering at the wood, you assume it will break if you carry on. But in truth you know you’re the one who’s going to break. You’re exhausted, you’re hurt, you haven’t fully processed everything that’s happened. And now the man who said he loves you is keeping you locked up in a room in the same building as your attacker.

And still, you can’t stop.

No matter how much your arms ache. Despite your voice becoming hoarse and your legs wanting to give out from under you.

You don’t stop.

“She needs a muzzle.” Gojo smirks, flipping through a deck of cards as he sits comfortably on a couch in the living room. The spot you’d been sitting in eating hashbrowns hours earlier without a care in the world.

Toji gawps at him. A little dumbfounded by his sheer audacity.

“What’s wrong, big man?” he asks as he starts to organise the cards. “Didn’t realise she was such a handful? I knew she was trouble from the second I saw her.”

And now, Toji has had enough. He hadn’t been able to sit down, instead pacing around as he heard your pleas and cries of his name. This is so fucked, but he couldn’t think of another way. But hearing what Satoru has to say is making his blood boil, and he’s no better than a caveman despite wanting to be.

“Shut the fuck up!” he lashes out, he approaches Gojo so quickly he’s barely registered their close proximity. He just looks up, and Toji is towering before him. And another second later, the cards are flying out of his hands as Toji begins to throw punches. “You raped my fucking girlfriend and you’re wondering why she’s screaming. Are you fucking kidding me?!” he yells.

“That’s enough.” Nanami breaks them up.

“Easy…” Gojo replies, his face bloody with a busted lip as he tries to regain his composure. “You sound like a pathetic old man, girlfriend? Please, you’re twice her age. It’s embarrassing.”

“I love her. I let you hurt her.” he rakes his fingers through his hair. “I didn’t invite you here for this.”

“So… why did you invite us?” Gojo stands up now, levelling his stare with Toji’s. “You said she’s slutty, and you’re willing to share. I took advantage of what you said and fucked her.”

“Not like this.” Toji responds immediately. “You did take fucking advantage. And you’re not even sorry. You’re not even fucking sorry about what you’ve done to that poor girl.” he argues. He begins to pant out of frustration. Nanami can do nothing but watch the two men argue. Gojo runs his tongue along his top row of teeth before deciding to speak again.

“Either way, we can’t leave her locked in there forever.” Gojo reminds him.

“I should let her call the police. I cannot fucking believe you’ve done this you stupid fuck.” Toji carries on with his barrage of insults. His gaze keeps flitting between the men he’s with and the stairs to the bedroom you’re locked in. “I don’t think a little bit of coke is going to matter to the police when there are bigger things to focus on.”

“You’re not calling the police.” Nanami speaks.

“Right, you’re not going to call them. Because you know it’ll blow all of our shit up and it’ll fuck yours up the most. So shut the fuck up, sit down and shuffle the cards. We can think about what to do in the morning.” Gojo orders him.

“I’m not fuckin’ playing.” Toji tells him. He retreats to the kitchen and grabs himself a beer, cracking off the top with his teeth. He’s only just realised his knuckles are bleeding and his hands are shaking. He puts down his beer and holds his head in his hands, his head pounding with the gravity of the situation.

Nanami picks up the cards that Gojo had dropped and begins to shuffle again. He hands them all out between to two of them, thinking snap is probably the easiest and low effort game to play.

“How can you sit there and play cards knowing what you’ve done?” Toji asks, emerald eyes vibrating as he stares over to Gojo.

“Just having fun, Toji.” he smirks again, “Just a little fun.”

A few hours pass and you know Toji isn’t coming. He’s hiding from you, he’s ashamed. Not that you know that, though. To you, he’s having fun with his friends and laughing at your expense.

You gave up kicking and punching the door a while ago. Now, you’re crumpled in a heap on the bedroom floor. Is this all you can do? Give up and accept this is it for you? That Toji might keep you locked up in this place until you agree to their terms? They can’t… they can’t make you.

And then a harrowing thought crosses your mind.

No one knows you’re here.

One of them alone could easily shut you up for good.

And there are three of them.

“To—” you stop yourself before his name becomes louder than a whisper. He doesn’t care about you. He isn’t going to help you. It’s all about self-preservation, for him. Toji is too scared of facing prison to help you out of this mess.

It’s got to be you.

You pull yourself to your feet using the bed frame, your legs are still shaky, but you know you’ll have to find your nerve soon. There’s no one coming to save you, nobody is going to undo the damage that has been done. If those three are all about self-preservation, you have to be to.

But nothing is catching your eye. There isn’t a single thing you can use to your advantage. You think about battering the door down using the armchair in the corner of the room, but you can’t imagine you have enough strength to keep repeatedly hammering away at it.

You instinctively reach for your phone, forgetting Toji had taken it from you.

“Fuck.” you mutter and begin to pace around the room. All you can think about is Nobara. What would she do in this situation? But that question immediately vanishes when you remember she wouldn’t be stupid enough to get herself into this mess. She didn’t trust Toji from the get-go and you shouldn’t have either. Tears begin to well in your eyes and spill over as you realise your momentary injection of heroism has been snuffed out. You’re stuck here like the useless idiot you are.

Your breath hitches as you look at the windows in the room. The same windows Gojo attacked you against. Your heart race quickens as you replay it in your mind. You can’t help but feel sick. It’s as though you can physically feel the weight of a bowling ball in your stomach as you relive the incident that occurred hours ago and think about the only thing people will see you as if you manage to escape.

A victim.

You place your hands against the window, and then your forehead, closing your eyes and beginning to sob violently. What had you done to deserve this? You know you’re stupid. You’re gullible and a fool and you’re just so fucking useless. But is that really a crime that deserves such a severe punishment? Is being a failure truly worthy of what Satoru Gojo had done to you?

As your eyes slowly begin to flutter open, you notice the pool illuminating your skin as it had with Gojo in his room earlier. It’s dark outside now, the cyan water even more bold than it was this morning. It looks so inviting…

It looks so… warm.

“Snap, I win.”

“You’ve gotta be cheating, Kento. You’re killing me.” Gojo laughs.

Toji is still leaning over the breakfast bar as he watches them both play their tedious little game of snap. He’s thinking about going to see you now. Checking on you, seeing where your head is at. He thinks maybe if he grovels, you two might be able to work something out. He’s drunk, he’s coked up, everyone is coked up. But surely there is some arrangement you can come to so that he can make things right without involving the police.

“I’m gonna head up.” Toji announces, shoving his fifth bottle of beer to the edge of the counter. “I need to check on her… try and do some damage contro—”

The three men pause, almost frozen in time as they look at one another to confirm they all heard that. Did they all really hear the sound of glass shattering from upstairs? They can’t move. None of them can bring themselves to snap out of their daze and move. What the hell was that?

And then, the sound of the crashing glass is followed by the familiar sound of water splashing. Toji finally manages to move himself, standing with Nanami and Gojo as they rise to their feet and stare at the bubbling blue water they can see out of the window.

Nobody says a word. They just stare and continue to stare.

Suddenly, you rise. The water is wiped from your eyes, and you see all of their eyes fixed on you. You too, are frozen. All you can do is kick your legs to keep you afloat. You know that your fear of them chasing you will be realised as soon as you make a break for it.

But you can’t stay here.

You swim as fast as you can to the edge of the pool, and your prediction comes true. As soon as you start swimming, they’re running for the front door. They’re scared, they’re panicking, this turn of events hadn’t even been in the equation for them.

Before they can unlock the front door, you’re already out of the pool and sprinting in the wrong direction. You’ve become disorientated but you know that you can’t double back on yourself, you’ll only fall into one of their arms and end up locked in a room without a method of escape. You have one chance to get away, and this is it.

Despite running through the wilderness in your underwear, you’d been smart enough to put on a pair of trainers and a jacket. You’d have covered yourself more, but you thought the water would weigh you down and give them more of a chance to catch you. That’s not a chance you can take.

“Princess!” you hear Toji bellow in the distance. There’s a gap between you for now, but you know it won’t be long before they close the distance. You don’t think hiding is an option, you have to keep running.

You run.

You fucking run until you feel your lungs empty.

You run until your legs are cut to shreds by the brambles and thorns through the trees.

You run… until you can’t.

You’re staring over the edge of a cliff; another step would mean certain death and your stomach plummets at the thought of accidentally falling over. Looking left and right does little good as you know you’ll ultimately be met with the same fate no matter which way you go. The snow begins to nip at your skin. The adrenaline is wearing off and you’re starting to feel hopeless once more.

As you take a deep breath and contemplate your next move, you feel a strong grip on your wrist.

“Caught ya.” Gojo smiles, menacingly. You let out a scream and try to yank your arm from him, but it does no good. Toji and Nanami aren’t around, they must have split up to search for you. It’s just you and Satoru. And your legs begin to give out under you once again. “Squeezing your thighs f’me, hm? That excited to see me again?”

“L-Let go.” you try to sound confident, but your stuttering earns a pitiful laugh. This is the worst-case scenario. You can barely process what he did to you let alone what is about to happen. And Toji, once again, isn’t here to stop him.

“You’re no victim, look at you. Even now you’re running around in your underwear like a slut. Do you love the attention that much? You know anyone could be out here, waiting to fuck you. But that’s exciting to you, right? I get it, being desirable is the greatest feeling in the world. That’s why I couldn’t keep my hands off ya.”

“You raped me.” you say, your voice refusing to falter. “You know what you did, and you have to live with that until the day you die.”

“It doesn’t bother me, sweetheart. I wanted something and I got it, that’s how I am. It’s my right. And you were begging for me to fuck you.”

“No—”

“Yes.” he interjects. “Girls like you are good for one thing, and you know it. You’re just a cunt to be fucked. You’re barely a person. You’re a hole to be filled and make men feel good about themselves. You don’t think Toji loved you, do you? He loved having a pretty young thing wrapped around him and being able to brag about it. You’re nothing.”

“I— I’m…” you don’t know what to say. Partly because you think he might be right. You’ve always known it was ridiculous for Toji to be saying he loved you after barely knowing each other. It was some Disney romance you’d built up in your head to be more than it was. It wasn’t and isn’t love. It’s just lust.

You’re nothing.

“At least I’m not a rapist.” you tell him, your eyes focusing on his as you refuse to back down. “I’ve never had to have sex by force. I have loved and been loved. You just hurt people.” he grunts, forcing you closer to the edge of the mountain. It makes you smile, laugh, even. Knowing that you’re getting under his skin.

“You should be careful how you speak to people when you’re in such precarious situations.” he warns you. It’s a threat, and you see the gleam in his eye which tells you he isn’t afraid to follow through.

“I don’t give a fuck.” you smile. “You can’t do anything worse to me than you already have.”

“Wanna bet?”

“If I die, if you murder me, I promise… I’m going to haunt you until the end of time.” you start. “Whether I’m the first, only, or last of the people you’ve hurt like this. I will fucking haunt you until you lose your mind. I’ll always be with you, like your own personal stalker. And I won’t stop until you get what’s coming to you.” you speak with so much conviction, you hear a shallow and panicked grunt settle in his throat. He finds his steel once more, looking at you with disdain before allowing himself to smile.

“Go ahead and try,” he pushes you away from him. “I don’t believe in ghosts.” and with a final kick to your abdomen, a harrowing, involuntary scream tells you both that you’re not long for the world.

The air bites at your skin as you fall. He watches in horror as he realises what he’s done. What he has actually done. He’s killed you. Your eyes lock as you continue to fall. There’s no reading either of your expressions. Though he imagines you’re in shock, he is too, after all. He can’t turn away until he hears a thud, a disgusted gasp leaving him before he turns to look again. The white snow around you has been stained red, and your eyes are staring daggers up at him.

“Shit.” he speaks, pacing around as he tries to contemplate what to do.

For the first time in his life, he thinks he might actually be experiencing regret. His knees buckle, just as yours had after he assaulted you. His eyes fill with tears as he crawls on his hands and knees to peer over the edge and see your lifeless body staring back at him. He covers his mouth with a hand as he tries to keep it together.

You’d spoken with so much conviction and certainty. And now Satoru Gojo is experiencing… remorse? For the first time in his fucking life. Could you have been right about haunting him? Is this your doing?

“Have you found her?” Nanami asks, emerging from behind.

“Her footprints disappeared, she’s smarter than we’ve given her credit for.” Toji announces.

They both look confused as Gojo can’t pull himself away from the edge of the cliff. All they see is a pathetic, snivelling man on all fours. A sight neither of them had ever expected to see before. Toji’s brows furrow, and Nanami’s eyes widen as he realises what’s going on in record time.

“Try to stay calm.” he puts his arm across Toji’s chest, doing what he can to calm the situation before things get out of hand. But Toji is confused, he doesn’t understand why Nanami said something so random. He is calm. But they need to find you before things escalate even further.

It finally hits Toji when Gojo turns to look at them. Cheeks sparkling with tears in the winter moonlight.

“I f-found her like this.” he lies, effortlessly.

“No, no no…” Toji panics and hurries to look over the edge with Gojo. “FUCK!” he bellows as he witnesses the same sight Gojo had been staring at for quite some time. Nanami joins the two of them, standing on the other side of Toji as all three men look down at you with nothing but contempt.

“It’s regrettable, but I doubt anyone will find her out here. It seems we’re in the clear.” Nanami tells them, cool and collected as always.

Toji can’t stop himself from crying, his lip quivering as he stares down at you. He can’t feel the sting of the freezing wind and nothing else is happening between him and the woman he genuinely fell in love with, in a bloody puddle beneath him.

“I didn’t do it…” Gojo sniffles. It’s the only thing that can break Toji out of his trance as he starts to see red other than the blood surrounding your body.

“Is that what you think?” he mutters, his lips in a tight line as he feels more tears spill over and down his cheeks as he carries on staring at you. “You think you didn’t cause this?”

“She must have slipped while she was running.” Gojo lies, again, it comes too easy to him and Toji can see right through his crocodile tears. He kicks him to the ground so he’s flat on his back, and he can’t stop himself from delivering a multitude of brutal, heavy-handed punches directly into his face.

“You think this isn’t your fucking fault?!” he yells as he continues. He warns Nanami to back off when he tries to separate them again. “I should fucking kill you, you think she’d be running for her life out here if not for you? You think she’d be dead if you hadn’t—” he can’t even say it, covering his sorrow with more anger as he beats Gojo to a bloody pulp.

“You made your point.” Nanami interjects, consequences be damned. “The last thing we need is another dead body out here. We need to get back and figure out what we’re going to do about this.” he speaks, managing to tear Toji away from Gojo.

“Fuck sake, fine.” Toji grunts, walking ahead of them both. Nanami helps Gojo to his feet and helps him walk back to the house.

You’re so still. So statuesque as their voices fade from being clear to quiet mumbles. And then finally to nothing. But you don’t move, you just continue to lie still, soon to be a memory to all who knew you.

The atmosphere in the cabin is damn near disgusting. Nobody has spoken a word in hours, and the black sky is starting to fade. Toji can’t tear his gaze from the crackling fire while Gojo continuously dabs tissue on his gushing wounds and bleeding nose.

“I fucking loved her.” Toji grimaces, not sure if he’s talking to himself or letting Gojo know what he’s taken from him. “I don’t really give a shit what you thought of her or us… I know how I feel, and I loved her.” he finishes, wiping a lone tear from his eye as he tries to wrap his head around the fact that he brought you here and you’ve been murdered for it.

“Please try not to kill each other.” Nanami orders the two of them as he takes his cup of coffee and a cigarette outside. The two men watch him go before their eyes return to the aggressive flames in the fireplace.

“Sure you did.”

“Don’t push me, Satoru, or I’m gonna turn your face inside out.” he warns him.

“Whatever. It’s done now, she’s gone. What’s happened, has happened. We need to think about what we do next.” he tries to reason with him. “We’re going to have to pretend everything is fine and normal. We’re going to have to make sure nobody knows this ever happened.”

“I’ve got her phone so I can cover things for a while… and her car keys are—” he thinks for a moment as he tries to recall the last place he saw them. He checks inside the bowl at the entrance only to discover they’re not there. “They must be in our room.” he runs upstairs to check. The reality of how much covering up they’re going to have to do hits him as he sees your luggage littered around the room. But he tries to focus on searching for the keys. “Shit.” he speaks quietly as it dawns on him that you’ve taken them. He leaves the room, spotting Gojo at the bottom of the stairs.

“Well?”

“She must have taken them.” he alerts him. “She must have been planning on going for the car but ran the wrong way.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, shit. We’ve got to burn her stuff and figure out a way to dump the fucking car.” Toji speaks, visibly getting agitated again. “You’ve fucked us.” he yells at Gojo.

“This is not my fault! It was you who—”

Again.

Another splash in the pool.

You watch on in horror as Nanami’s lifeless body falls into the pool. That beautiful aqua colour becoming stained with red. But you don’t have time to watch this. You don’t have time to stand around and watch a dead man drown. You drop the heavy log you found on your way back to the cabin, the edge stained with Nanami’s blood. You knew it would kill him. You knew you’d become a murderer the second you picked it up no matter who you struck with it. He hadn’t bothered to save you when he could have. He decided to be ignorant, and he had no qualms in leaving you for dead back there.

Why would you grant him anything but the same?

You flee before you can be spotted, getting your car keys from your pocket, and hurrying inside. Once Gojo and Toji see Nanami’s body gushing blood in the pool, they know what’s happening. As they rush outside, they both spot you behind the wheel of your car, headlights beaming as you prepare to pull away. Toji rushes over to slam on the hood, begging you to get out so you can talk. You shake your head, barely able to look at him. Your eyes are more focused on Satoru Gojo.

He’s horrified.

You’d think he’d just seen an honest to God ghost before his very eyes.

And you will fucking haunt him.

You flip them both off before reversing as fast as you can and driving away.

Toji drops to his knees, he thinks he might be having a panic attack. He has emotional whiplash from everything that’s just unfolded. He was convinced you were dead, everybody was. And now… Nanami is gone.

“This isn’t over. She’s not going to let this go.” Toji practically heaves as he explains through panicked breaths.

“She’s really going to haunt me.”

“Yeah, we need to count our fucking days.” Toji continues. “You’ve fucked us.”

“I’m sorry.” Gojo answers.

“What good is sorry now, Gojo? We’re dead men walking.”

You drove, you don’t know how long for. So long that you thought you might crash if you had to keep your eyes open any longer. For some reason, you thought you’d been driving home. To the safety of your father and brothers. The security of your home and the money your father would ultimately use to guarantee justice for what you’ve been through and shield you from you suffering the consequences of what you did to Nanami.

But you’re not home. You’re parking at a house that you recognise, though. Your legs are moving on auto pilot as you get out of the car, not even bothering to close the door behind you as you approach the front door.

You don’t even know what time it is, so you can’t find it in you to care as you press the doorbell and begin to pound on the door repeatedly. There’s not a word you can say, not a single thing to speak of as you continue what you’re doing and wait for somebody to answer.

“I’m coming! Do you know what time it is?” you hear from inside as the stairs creak beneath their feet. “What is it?” she asks as the door opens.

“Nobara…” you manage to speak, your voice absolutely shredded to pieces. “Do you have a cigarette?” you ask before collapsing into her arms.

“Oh my God… Oh fuck, hey, hey hey. Don’t die on me!” she begins to cry as she tries to lower you carefully to the ground and hold you in her arms. “Maki! MAKI! CALL AN AMBULANCE!” she screams before turning to look at you again. Your eyes begin to flutter, and you can’t keep them open anymore.

“I love you…” you whisper, before fully closing them.

“Please don’t die!” she sobs, cradling your body close to hers. “I love you too, dummy. Hear me? I love you so much… so please don’t die.”

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bts-hyperfixation · 3 years

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Testing The Limits

Sub!Jk x reader fluff and smut

Warning: overstimulation, handcuffs, begging, edging

If there was one thing Jungkook knew with all certainty it was that today’s exam had not gone the way he was hoping for. In fact, it might be the worst exam he had ever had the displeasure of taking. All he wanted now was to go to your house and spend the night with his head in your lap as you stroked his hair and told him it was going to be okay. It was his cure all for every shit day, nothing better than spending time with his best friend. On his way he stopped off at the grocery store, picking up mint chocolate chip ice cream for himself and your favourite candy.

When he arrived at your front door, he did what he always did, and let himself in. Except this time you weren’t expecting him, at least not for another hour or so.

”Y/N?” He called out into the apartment , but wherever you were hiding, you obviously couldn’t hear him. Jungkook shrugged to himself and kicked off his shoes. He was sure you’d appear sooner or later. He headed into the kitchen to grab a spoon for his ice cream and that’s when he heard you in the pantry.

You must’ve been on the phone to one of your other friends. Reception sucks where you live, but for some reason there is always just a little more signal in that cupboard. Jungkook didn’t mean to listen in. He was just going to grab his spoon and go. Then you said his name.

“Of course I like Jungkook, but its not that simple. He is my best friend I cant risk that because I might be a little be in love with him.”

Jungkook’s doe eyes widened at your admission, his mouth hanging open in disbelief, the small spoon falling to the floor The sound of metal hitting tile was deafening. There is no way you hadn’t heard it. Quickly, he rushes into the living room. Just as he jumps over he back of the sofa you walk out of the pantry.

“Oh, JK... You’re here.” A blush creeps up your face as you refuse to make eye contact with your friend. It doesn’t matter, the boy doesn’t turn to face you, hoping to keep the matching blush on his own cheeks hidden. “Have you eaten?” You ask with the intention of moving on from your phone call. He supplies a small grunt in response and holds up the pint of ice cream. You understand the meaning immediately. Walking up behind him you immediately start to play with his hair.

For a moment he forgets what he just heard you say, leaning into your familiar affection. His eyes close and he lets out a small whimper when you tug at the roots a little.

“It’s probably not as bad as you think Kookie.” You state although you have no way of knowing. He pulls forward out of your grasp and places his face in his hands for a moment. You take the opportunity to fetch the snack he brought you from the where it had been left in the kitchen. Returning quickly and sitting by his side. You pick up the remote and search for a movie that you know will take his mind off of his problem. As you set everything up the way he likes it, he looks at you for the first time since you got of the phone he looks at you, really looks at you.

He watches the little face you pull at the first bite of overly sweet candy, the way your hair falls a little messily, how your nose scrunches when you realise he is watching you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask, cocking your head to the side.

“You like me?” immediately you feel the heat returning to your face. You pull a pillow from behind you and bury your face in it, holding it up by pulling you knees as tightly into your chest as you can.

“Crap, fuck, shit.” You mumble profanities into the soft fabric for a moment, before Jungkook manages to wangle it from your grasp. You hug your knees impossibly closer and force yourself to meet his gaze. You’re not exactly sure what you were expecting his reaction to be... disgust? Pity? Anger? Instead you are met with what seems to be curiosity. He leans in closer resting his chin on your legs, his lips mere inches from your own.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hear your call, and I definitely didn’t mean to ask you outright like that... but do you like me?” his breath tickles your face. He smells just like the ice cream he had been eating. Instinctively you lean that little bit closer until your noses bump together and you recoil completely, placing some distance between you on the couch.

“I didn’t mean for you to find out like that, I didn’t really mean for you to find out at all. Look I’m sure my feeling swill fade nothing has to change.” You rub your hand across the back of your neck and glance down sheepishly. Jungkook uses this as an excuse to move back into your personal space. He has you pressed against the armrest now, no where to escape.

“What if I don’t want your feelings to go away?” His tentatively presses his lips on to yours. In your shock you struggle to respond. Eyes going wide, hands flailing as you lose your balance and fall over the armrest with a thud. He springs to his feet to help you back of the floor.

“What did you do that for?” You glare up at him as he offers his hand to you.

“It seemed like the best way to tell you I like you too.”

You take his hand, only to hit him on the chest when you are steady. Both of you’re surprised by the little moan that escapes him.

“Do that again.” He asks, sucking at his bottom lip.

“Do what again? Fall on my ass?” you look at him like he has gone insane.

“No, hit me.” Now you’re concerned he is the one who fell over and hit his head.

“Why do you want me to hit you? That really seems counterproductive after admitting I like you.” Instead of answering he just kisses you again, this time more desperately, like he might explode if he isn’t touching you. When you are struggling to breathe he pulls back.

“I... I want you to take care of me Y/N. Please I’ve wanted you for so long and now I know you want me too.” His voice is whiny and quiet, you have to strain a little to hear the next words. “I want you to ruin me.” It’s a hard offer to turn down. You push him back on to the sofa and straddle his hips, suddenly very confident. You kiss along his chin until your lips reach is ear.

“Tell me how you want me to ruin you Kookie.” He shivers as your warm breath tickles his earlobe.

“Any way, just please, please.” It’s then you grind down and feel how hard he is through his sweats.

“Okay, but remember you asked for this Kook.” Your hands glide from his shoulders to the waistband of his trousers as you slip on to your knees in front of him. He whimpers as you tease the fabric, lifting his hips to allow you to slip them off. His cock springs free from its confines and you are more than excited to find that it suits the rest of him.

Longer than average and a slight left lean, it was built for fun. And that is exactly what you had planned. You grasp him around the base and twist a little experimentally. His hips buck into your hand in response. Using your free hand you push back against his movements, forcing his hips to stay down.

“I thought you wanted me to ruin you, not ruin yourself?” You still your hand and raise an eyebrow at him.

“I’m sorry I’ll stop, please keep going, please.” You’ve barely started and yet it seems like he is already about to burst. Regardless you continue, dipping you head forward to take him into your mouth. You lick across his slit, collecting precome on your tongue. You make eye contact with him as you close your mouth, making a show out of swallowing his taste. He moans as his hands flinch, restraining himself clearly becoming more difficult.

“Come on, lets go to my room, I think it will help.” You stand and hold your hand out to help him up. He kicks his sweats off of his ankles and follows you into the bedroom. You position him on the bed, stretching his arms up towards your headrest. The handcuffs let out a satisfying click as you pull them from their hiding place and attach one side to his left wrist. “Still okay?” you meet his eyes hesitating before attaching the second cuff.

“More than okay.” He sighs out dreamily. You close the clap and shuffle back down to hiss leaking cock. This time there is no buffer, you open up your throat and force yourself as far down as you can, swallowing as close to the bottom of his length as your gag reflex allows. his thighs tense under your hands, you can tell he is close. Strangled noises and deep inhales are all he can manage as you drag your tongue along the underside on your way back up. After a couple of pumps you can hear the handcuff chains clanging against the bedframe as a warning. Before he can cum you pull away.

He whimpers at the loss of contact and you bask in the knowledge that you could make him feel this needy. You slip out of your shorts and crawl up level with his face. Dipping down for a kiss before lining yourself up to him. You sink down slowly at first, so slow it’s almost torture for you too, but the look on his face makes up for it. His eyes are screwed shut, lips white with the amount of pressure keeping them pursed together. You slide your hands up his biceps and towards his bound hands at the same pace as you lower yourself on to him, holding his hands as you bottom out.

Rocking carefully, you grind into him deliberately. With each movement you watch the reaction it elicits, fascinated with each new facial expression you discovered. He was so pretty like this. Blue hair plastered to the sweat on his forehead, eyebrows creased in pleasure. It made you want to stop, freeze him like this. Every time you felt his thighs tense behind you, you stopped. Seeing him writhe at the loss of orgasm was enough to have your own high building in your core. Then you got a brilliant idea.

You started riding him harder, faster, chasing your own high more than his. Each forward motion pressed up against your clit in the best way. You barely noticed as he came for the first time, to wrapped up in your own pleasure now. He whimpered and whined as the over sensitivity set in but you kept grinding. Your orgasm hit so hard you almost couldn’t keep yourself upright, having to bring your hands away from his and onto his chest in order to support yourself.

You open your eyes to find tears streaming down his cheeks. Immediately concerned you had taken it too farm, you carefully remove yourself from his lap, his dick already hard again.

“I’m sorry Jungkook, I got carried away.” You unlock the handcuffs, quickly checking his wrists before bringing your hands to rest on either side of his face. Using your thumbs to wipe away the tears, you lean in and litter kisses on his forehead. “Kookie? Are you okay? Do you need me to go get you some water? A bath? Anything? I’m sorry I should’ve stopped.”

“Just one more kiss.” He mumbles sleepily. He pouts and tilts his face in search of yours. You let out sigh of relief and oblige.

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