#shirtless maul | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

doki-doki-imagines · 3 months

Note

Hello :3 I have an idea for a request.

Mk1 boys (Bi-Han, Kuai liang,tomas, liu kang, kung lao, Raiden, johnny, kenshi, syzoth and shang tsung) with wife pregnant reader (Any month, depending on what you want) wake up in the middle of the night craving something and scared to wake them up Because they are already tired and streets from their work and she start sobbing silently and the boys will wake up , what their reaction will be what will they do?

And what will they do when the reader says something like 'I'm fat I look big'

I know it's random and stupid But I read it from a manhwa and I really liked the idea

Soooo please 🥺🥺🥺

author note: the please with teary eyes got me. Also pregnancy cravings are "only" in the first three months, so reader is in that stage.

Bi-Han:

-He is a light sleeper so he heard your first sigh clearly.

-Bi-Han already doesn’t sleep much so go straight to the point or he’ll just go back to sleep (probably in another room).

-You do, and now he is in the kitchen in the middle of the night preparing milk and cereals.

-“Here you go.” He sits in front of you, eating his own bowl.

“Mh, Bi-han?”

“Could you put ice cubes in my milk?”

-He looks at you like you just said some crazy stuff, but he knows better and just does as you asked him. A happy smile now on your face pulling the corner of his lips upward.

-But then, while you are both enjoying your bowls in silence Bi-Han hears you sniffing again, fat tears rolling down your face.

“Now you’ll leave me because I’m fat and have terrible taste in food.”

-His spoon hangs in the air, mouth still open, hair resembling a bird nest. Bi-Han faces drip with annoyance.

-Then he pushes your spoon in your mouth, icy milk and cereals hitting your tastebuds.

“If you have to open your mouth do it to eat and not to say dumb shit. Now go back to eat, I’d never thought icy milk could taste this good…” He replies, pinching your cheek after you gulped down.

Kuai Liang:

-When he comes home and hears you cry, Liang runs to you worried for both you and the baby.

-“What happened fireball?”

“You were out working and-“

“And??”

“And I’m here crying like a whale because I want some marinated and grilled squid.” You let out in a single breath, before going back to sighing and crying.

-The breath of relief Liang let out moved continents.

-Liang isn’t a great cook, but he knows his way around the grill, so his chefs are lucky that Liang didn’t have to wake them up in the middle of the night.

-He looks at you eating with joy, his face laying on his fist, raising the apple of his cheek up.

-But then you get teary…what is happening?

-“You’ll leave me, right?” You say after you let out a sob.

“No, why?”

“Look at me eating like a pig! I’ll get fat and we won’t have sex anymore!” Tears roll down your face and Liang really doesn’t know what to say.

-“Even if you get fat I’m sure you’d be pretty cute.”

“Okay, then-“ You stand on your feet, chopsticks thrown at the table while Liang looks at you with the widest eyes ever. “Fuck me now!”

-…Liang? Hello? Are you still there?

-He can’t really understand what is going on, but Liang decides not to rack his brain over it, his warm hands already on your hips.

Tomas Vrbada: -He was already awake when you started crying, so he asks immediately what’s wrong.

-“I don’t want to bother you, you always work so hard but-“

“?”

“I want smoked salmon.”

-Ahhh Tomas' first experience with his partner’s cravings.

-He searches in all the fridges of Shirai Ryu but can’t find anything. Tomas is ready to catch a salmon with his teeth like a bear and smoke it himself to make you happy.

-And that’s exactly what Tomas does.

-The sight of him shirtless, mauling a salmon with the moonlight making the water droplets on his chest and back shine…was a sight that sadly nobody witnessed.

-“Tommy this tastes so good, it is so juicy and…fatty.”

Tomas feels the storm coming.

-“You’ll want me even when I’ll become as fat as a salmon?”

Tomas nods and gulps, knowing full well of the doom incoming.

-“Why are you lying?! Men are all the same!”

-If something, seeing his partner belly round with your offspring can just make Tomas hot under the collar. But it’s not like you’ll listen to him.

-He just waits head in hands for this outburst to calm itself, tiredness knocking you out. Tomas hopes sooner rather than later.

Liu Kang:

-You know what is the best part of defending the hourglass? Looking into it to anticipate his partner’s cravings!

-So you’ll never have to cry because Liu Kang is always ready to give you the craziest food ever.

-“Ohh Liu, you really are the best. Always ready to give me the food I crave…” Bad silence, Liu Kang starts to have goosebumps. “I know the game you are playing, bastard!” You push Liu Kang away from your arms, running away from him.

“What are you talking about, dear one?”

“You want to make me fat so you’ll have me all for yourself! You egoist! You selfish bastard!”

-Yeah, Liu Kang is a bit selfish. Yes, he wants you all for himself kilos more or kilos less. But he has to admit that it wasn’t his plan.

-“You are mistaken, dear.”

“Mh??”

“I always want you all for myself.”

“Ah! Even now!?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then take this-“ You finally run back into his arms, lips smashed against his ones. You try to pull him off, but now there is no way that Liu Kang will let you go.

- It’s time to show you how hot he finds you.

Kung Lao:

-Good luck with him because Lao is a heavy sleeper.

-He’ll notice that there is a problem the next morning when you see your puffy and red eyes.

“I didn’t want to bother you, but I had insane cravings last night.”

“Next time wake me up. I don’t mind.” He says hands on your shoulder before going to work.

-So, when the next night you try to wake him up, the need for cabbage stew is making you insane.

-Keyword: try.

-World could end and Lao would still be snoring.

-Next time is better to have cravings during the day because at night you’re on your own.

-Meanwhile, during the day Lao becomes more or less your butler…at least.

Raiden:

-“Hey sweety, don’t cry. What’s wrong?” Raiden turns around to look at you, index finger stroking your wet cheek.

“You must be so tired.”

“Yeah, a little. But I want to listen to you. What’s wrong?”

“I want to eat dango.”

“At this hour?”

“Please, Raiden.”

-He chuckles but lifts himself from the bed. But now Raiden thinks “Where I can find dango at this hour??”

-Raiden has a guardian angel; Madame Bo, with her insomnia problem for once being useful.

-And the lady will be more than happy helping Raiden's pregnant partner to fulfill one of their cravings.

-Not for free, tho…

-You won’t cry about weight with him. Even if your mind is hazed by hormones it still works well enough to know that he’ll always love you.

Johnny Cage:

-Another heavy sleeper, but if you push him around enough he’ll wake up.

-“Ehi babe, what’s wrong.”

“Johnny-“ He hears you sigh and finally wakes up, worried that you may be hurt.

“I’m in the mood for cream and strawberries, but at first I didn’t want to wake you-“

“Shhh babe-“ He presses his index finger on your lips “I’m here to help you.”

-He comes back soon, a cup filled to the brim that makes your eyes shine with joy.

-“Oh look, you have some cream here.”

His thumb brushes the corner of your lips. Then Johnny wanted to lick it, already smiling at his next action.

-But you move faster, your lips circling his thumb and licking it clean.

-Johnny looks at you, doe eyes looking back, your lips on his thumb, your nice and soft body next to him…

-The cup of strawberries will be soon forgotten.

Kenshi Takahashi:

-He comes back home from a mission and hears you crying. Kenshi is terrorized.

-Kenshi already has anxiety about leaving his partner alone at home, pregnant. Hearing you cry made him crumble.

“Are you fine!?”

“Oh, Kenshi!”

You run to him and hug his middle, he keeps you tight in his arms.

-“Please tell me, what happened!?”

“I’m sorry I don’t want to worry you. It’s nothing serious.”

Kenshi still isn’t calm.

“I just have a crazy craving for takoyaki with honey.”

Okay, his breath is calming down.

-He just returned home, every muscle screaming in pain, but for his partner, he’d do that and much more.

-Thankfully you always liked takoyaki so Kenshi had some ingredients at home, the others got bought in a nearby combini.

“Kenshi you are a real life saver.”

“It’s just my job.” He replies kissing the crown of your head, hands sliding down to massage your tummy.

“But next time just tell me you had a craving, I lost some years of my life.”

-Are those sniffs he is hearing? Oh no…

“I-I’m so sorry Kenshi-“

-He’ll never get used to mood swings.

Syzoth:

-His wife didn’t suffer from cravings, but Syzoth is ready for anything.

-Syzoth more or less always knows when your hormones are gonna hit, so he tries to put limit the incoming “damage”.

-The real problem is that Syzoth doesn’t know anything about human food! You are on your own. Ask your friends, you will have better luck.

-“You search for someone else when I’ll get fat, I know it!”

“You just want to knock me up!”

Syzoth knows your mind isn’t working well, hormones going crazy.

-But he also knows how to calm you down!

“I’d love you even if you became a worm, firefly.”

“The idea of you carrying our baby always fills me with joy.”

-Syzoth will also become more touchy-feely, his hands like to wander…

-Unless you get a crazy mood swing you’ll never doubt his love for you.

Shang Tsung:

-The diva won’t stop being a diva even if now you are pregnant and need his help.

-“Shang Tsung, please can you bring me orange juice.” You sob out, finally giving in into your cravings.

“I also want to conquer the world, but nobody will do it for me.” He replies back, eyes still closed.

-He gives in at the nth sigh. Shang Tsung may not be so unaffected by you.

-He returns soon, a glass filled with orange juice. But he doesn’t sit next to you.

“Anything else before I go back to sleep? You know I don’t like my sleep time being interrupted.”

“No Shang Tung, thank you.”

-He sighs and lies down, you soon follow him.

-“You don’t love me anymore, right?”

A heavy breath leaves his nose.

Damn you.

-“Are you trying to make me laugh? We both know who is the good liar here.”

“That’s why you may not love me. You lied the entire time!”

-Shang Tsung isn’t ready for this conversation.

-His lips end on yours, tongue intruding into your mouth, a moan escapes your throat.

-You may not trust his words, but Shang Tsung hopes he’ll fuck you good enough that his emotions will be understandable through your thick skull.

Bonus:

Tell us about the manwha!

475 notes · View notes

thorniest-rose · 1 year

Text

I love when fics go into detail about how Eddie’s body looks after it’s been mauled by the demobats. Like you look at the pics of JQ on set and his skin is like this big wounded mass across his entire left side and up his chest. Imagining how much that would scar, how knotted and textured the skin would be after it heals, and how much it would probably affect his confidence when it comes to sex or showing anyone his body in an intimate setting. But then he doesn’t have anything to worry about with Steve because Steve loves all of him. Loves how he looks, and knows exactly how he got the scars in the first place, and it just makes him love Eddie even more. To the point where Eddie’s completely comfortable being shirtless in front of him, and sometimes when they’re lying around together, Steve will lightly trail his fingers across the worst of the scars, and Eddie won’t even flinch, will just stroke Steve’s hair and slowly fall asleep because of how safe and comfortable and desired he feels.

#steddie #didn't mean to make this a whole thing #i just saw those pics again and was in my Feelings

1K notes · View notes

amorfista · 10 months

Text

"Hey guys, I made some cookies for dessert. I hope you like the blumfruit ones, it's a new recipe :)".

Savage hasn't even sat down to eat! He's been cooking all evening and he just brought a batch of tasty cookies! Now, the kitchen can become really warm after using the oven nonstop, and clothes tend to become... rather bothersome.

One would think that Maul, a chest displaying connoisseur wouldn't even bat an eye at the sight of his shirtless brother, but the truth is, up until now he had only seen him wearing his armor! "Where the kriff did his clothes go?", he thinks to himself. Feral, on the other hand is quite familiar with this kind of situation and doesn't even notice. "Thank you for the great meal, Savage ♥" he says politely. He's one lucky zabrak :).

Now, here's the thing. . . . Here's how he actually showed up 🥴 🥴

go ahead, shame me!! the mischief is done >:)!! Sorry for the lazy backgrounds, I'm kinda dead after working on this, for several reasons.

Taglist (let me know if you want in ^^): @dukeoftheblackstar @justalittletomato @darthmaulshispanichousewife @botherbother-blog @aftergloom @badolmen @ihaventpickedausername @ohboi @stardustbee @nik-barinova @the-chains-are-the-easy-part @gen-has-green-vibes @ejfivercommander @herbalinz-of-yesteryear @eyecandyeoz @noesqape

#savage opress #feral opress #maul opress #clone wars #maul #star wars the clone wars #star wars #thirst post yes sir #digital art #my art

738 notes · View notes

marcusagrippa · 3 months

Text

maul vagueposting rants about A Certain Jedi That Must Not Be Named on his close friends space-instagram story with a towel wrapped around his horns as he paints his nails super black and emo and listens to the normal album. a mysterious anonymous kenobi hate blog appears on tumblr but it's not really hate, it's thinly veiled homoeroticism and terrible crayon drawings of obi-wan with his skull split open - always shirtless, for some unknown reason, and always drawn with great tits. letters arrive at the temple for obi-wan written in the most beautiful handwriting with a wax seal and fancy paper and the whole shebang and it just says 'fuck you' in big cursive letters (the letter smells like lavender. there is golden confetti inside.)

#will wood mention uhh 2econd 2ight 2eer is so him #haven't thought about maul in a while. hm #maul #obimaul (ish)

210 notes · View notes

soreddieforit · 28 days

Note

Rosekiller leaving bite marks on each other

barty is a biter in my mind like yes okay sexually but also just randomly. they're sitting on the couch watching a movie and barty is pulling at evan's wrist. brings his forearm to his mouth and bites him just hard enough to leave a mark. or evan in his boxers in front of the mirror. shirtless, brushing his teeth and barty is coming up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and pressing his teeth into his shoulder. he kisses over the soft indent thats left over.

and obvious, but the insides of evans thighs are absolutely mauled. also barty daf he just walks around proudly with the mottled purple and red marks.. he's an insufferable fuck so he probably purposely unbuttons his shirt more when he has them

#mail #rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr

60 notes · View notes

saturnsorbits · 1 year

Text

Voice Over

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Angst, Smut, Insecurity, Spanking, Cream-Pie, Soft-ish Sex, Nipple Play, Friends to Lovers, Background Suggested KiriBaku and IzuOcha.

Word Count: 6.7k.

Summary: Shinso has been using his voice modulator to fulfil other people's fantasies, but all you want is for him to be himself.

A/N: This is my first dip into Shinso. It was a lot of fun and I quite liked discovering 'my' version of his character for this!

It’s by accident that you bump into Kirishima leaving Shinso’s apartment at almost eight on a Saturday morning. He’s dressed, just, in a pair of lounge shorts that look half-pulled up and an open shirt that is half tucked into his boxers. There’s only one sock on his foot when he topples over the threshold and his eyes blow wide when he sees you, phone half out of your pocket in the hallway.

‘H - Hi.’ Swallowing hard, Kirishima forces a smile to his lips. It doesn’t crease his eyes. ‘I - Uh, I was just… Uhm, I - What’re you doing here so early?’

Lifting the small paper bag in your hand, the logo of a local eatery emblazoned on the front, you raise your eyebrows. ‘De-brief and breakfast.’

‘Oh.’ Kirishima’s lips form a circle as he clings to the duffle bag he has pressed to his chest.

‘There’s enough for three, if -.’

‘Oh. No. No. No. I should, I need to get to work…’ He gives you that smile again, although it’s a little dimmer than usual.

‘If you’re sure…’

‘Yeah. Yeah… I -.’ With his legs unlocking under him, Kirishima makes for the stairs. ‘Thanks for the offer, anyway!’

‘No problem.’ You call after him as red hair vanishes in the stair well. ‘Tell Katsuki I said hi!’

His voice is dim in the stairwell. ‘I will!’

Chuckling to yourself, you turn back to the door and knock with two shallow taps. There’s barely a beat before it’s pulled open, a tired and shirtless Shinso occupying its frame.

‘He’s subtle.’ You smirk. ‘And you look like you’ve been mauled.’ Slipping past him, you try not to stare at the thick scratches across Shinso’s hips and down the length of his back.

Shinso rolls his eyes, but smiles as he drawls a bored: 'Don't know what you're talking about.' before turning to shut the door. Yawning, he stretches, lithe body pulling taught as he pulls up onto the balls of his feet and links his hands together over his head with straight locked elbows. 'You got tofu?'

You clench your jaw shut when it falls ajar and quickly avert your gaze in favour of unpacking your bag onto his low-set coffee table. 'What do you take me for?'

Padding over to the couch, he tosses himself down with a groan and tugs on the back of your shirt. As soon as you turn, peering over your shoulder with an arched eyebrow he reaches out with his palms and grabs at the air repeatedly.

'Didn't your mother teach you how to use words?'

He makes the gesture again, a grin slowly stealing his lip.

Shaking your head, you collect the few items you'd ordered for him together before dropping them into his hands.

There's a beat as he rifles through his stash and then, he's huffing and yanking a large cup from the center of the pile. 'You got tea, too?'

'Usual for now, chamomile for later.'

Shinso groans as soon as he finishes taking a long, drawn out sip from the edge and lets his head loll back against the sofa. 'You're a dream come fucking true.'

You chuckle, sifting through the bags until you find your own meal and set it on your lap. 'Are you talking to me or your tea?' From the corner of your eye you watch him smirk and press a kiss the side of his cup.

'My tea... Who else?'

Rolling your eyes, you poke around in your small take-out box hoping that the distraction will soothe the butterflies in your stomach. Your cheeks are heating, your limbs light and tingly as you steal another sideways glance at your partner.

'So...' Shinso catches your eye and straightens up. 'When do you wanna start, y'know...'

You swallow, watching the way the muscles in his shoulders and arms flex as he gets comfortable again. It's hard not to stare. Especially, when he's sat in front of you, lazy and relaxed with no shirt and his sweat-pants so low on his hips the elastic of his boxers is clearly visible. 'Huh?'

'… Going over the mission?' Leaning forward, he digs his elbows into his knees and furrows his eyebrows. The fat over his abs bunches, rolling adorably. 'You okay?'

'Yeah... Yeah.' You force a smile to your lips and shake yourself, trying not to look at his stomach and think about how his skin would taste. 'You wanna start now?'

'Right.' Stuffing a mouthful of rice into his face, Shinso shifts his food onto the coffee table and stands. He wipes his hands on his sweat pants, inadvertently pushing them further down his hips as he pads off towards his home office.

It takes a second for you to steady your heart, a palm pressed to your sternum telling you that you're a few beats shy of almost passing out as you bite your lip. The thick scratch marks down Shinso's spine are bright red and harsh, standing out vividly against his skin and dipping low into his underwear. They make your mind drift, wondering just what it would be like to leave your own marks...

'So -.'

You jump when he reappears, too caught up in your day dreaming to notice him.

Shinso stops, smiling. There's a collection of folders in his arms, binders and loose files piled high, along with a collection of discs and his mask that balances awkwardly atop the pile. The weight makes his biceps bulge. 'What's got you so distracted?'

'Huh?' Clearing your throat, you blink. 'Just – just thinking about the case.'

A wry smile takes hold of his lip, but even though he doesn't believe you he doesn't push. Instead, he skates around the front of the sofa and sits himself back down with a soft: umphf. Scattering the folders on the cushions between you, he plucks his food back from the table and re-fills his cheeks. 'That's everything, knock yourself out.'

You hum and wipe your hands on one of the small, brown napkins before digging into the mess of files. In many ways, Shinso is the perfect partner. The papers are organised perfectly, dates and times ordered, reports immaculately filled out and all the research stapled together to stop it from getting lost or mixed up. You look up, chewing on your lip as a warmth blooms once more in your stomach to see...

Shinso's eyes almost roll clean into the back of his head when he takes a bite of the sweet pastry you'd sneaked into his breakfast order. There's crumbs on his lips, the skin wet and rosy from where he's licked them. A groan breaches his mouth, the dull timbre vibrating in the back of his throat and making his Adam's apple shake.

In many ways, Shinso is the perfect partner, but in other's he's the worst.

'Can you, like, not.' An all too familiar rush of heat makes its way up through your stomach making you want to curl over around it. Clenching your jaw, you suck at the sides of your cheeks and will the heat not to drift lower.

'What?' He speaks around a mouthful, cheeks puffed out, all evidence of his former seduction wilting quickly as he tries to chew.

'N – Nothing, just...' You swallow and attempt to roll your eyes, adverting your gaze, but get caught as he anxiously licks his lips again.

His eyebrows raise, concern etching itself onto his soft cheeks. 'Have I got something on my face?'

'No.'

'My chest? I haven't managed to drip...'

'No.'

'Why're you staring then?' He blinks.

Finally managing you wrench your gaze from him, you glare at the folders on the couch. ''m not staring.'

Shinso wriggles closer, a smirk itching at his lip. 'You were.'

'Can we just get on with this?' Snapping your eyes back up to him, you sigh. There's something wriggling in your stomach, something that only seems to worsen when his look of smugness transforms into one of reservation.

'Yeah. Sure...' Twisting, he slips his meal back onto the coffee table before taking up his mask. He fiddles with the dials on it, large, calloused hands looking almost dainty as he manipulates the metal making it click dull into the new silence of the room.

You try not to sound dejected when he falls straight back into work mode. His shoulders are still relaxed, but there's a new tension making the vicious scratches on his shoulders look taught and angry. There's a littering of bruises too, still purple and fresh scattered down the side of his neck – only visible when he tilts his head just right. It makes your stomach flip. ‘We need the voice mod frequencies you where using too…’

Shinso nods, pulling the mask onto his face he secures it quickly and hauls in a breath before... 'This was the -' Bakugo’s voice sifts through the air, pushed easily through the metal bars of Shinso’s mask with an airy breath. His eyes are dragged wide, a soft blush peaking out from above the edges of the voice modulator. He laughs, attempting to break the tension, but winces as soon as Bakugo's harsh snorting leaps into the air from his mouth. Unbuckling the mask, Shinso slips it off of his face to reveal reddening cheeks. He looks caught, like a child preparing to be scolded.

You tilt your head, feeling a rush of something cold trickle down your spine. 'Why'd you do it?'

'What?'

'Fuck people who want you to pretend you're someone else.'

Shinso blanches, the redness of his cheeks quickly vanishing back into the paleness of his skin as he blinks. Swallowing, he sinks into the couch, turning just enough to press his entire back to the cushions. When he speaks, it's quiet, but firm. 'I'm helping them.'

You shake your head. 'You're hurting yourself.'

He shrugs. 'Are we going to go through the report, or -.'

Part of you wants to push, wants to force him to explain... but, you drop it when you notice that he's knotting his hands in his lap. His knuckles look red, raw from where he's bending them around each other. You grit your teeth. Then, before you can think better of it, you reach out leaning across the folders between you to prise his hands from one another, stopping his twisting. He let's you take his hand with surprising ease, replacing his own fingers with your own as you press your palm to his and entwine your digits.

Staring at your hand, encased in his as it sits in his lap, Shinso feels his heart stutter in his chest. Feeling your touch loosen his tongue, he keeps his eyes trained on your hands when he lets his jaw drop to speak. 'Me and Kirishima...' He starts. 'We haven't been... It's only been a few months.'

You hum. 'He wasn't the first?'

Shinso shakes his head and chuckles. 'Nah...' Shifting his grip, he resists the urge to brush his thumb across the soft skin of your hand. 'Uraraka.'

'What?'

'It was Uraraka. The first one, the one who... Y'know.' He chuckles, but there's no humour under his words. 'She was trying to get over Midoriya before... Well, before they figured their shit out.'

'That's...' Your nose wrinkles. 'And you said, yes?'

'Seemed like a good idea at the time... Didn't expect it to, y'know, turn into a whole thing.'

Lifting your thumb, you brush it across the back of his hand and shuffle until the folders are digging into both of your thighs. 'But, doesn't it -.'

'I don't really think about it any more.' Despite himself, Shinso finds himself sinking further into the touch. He drags his eyes up, following the flow of your body from hand, to wrist, to elbow and shoulder until his gaze is dragging across the plain of your neck and settling on your lips. 'It's just sex.'

'...Where you pretend to be other people.'

'Role play is a thing.' For the first time in a while, a smile tugs at his lip. He squeezes your hand.

You let his smile infect you, bringing one to your own lips before curiosity is itching at the back of your neck once again. 'When was the last time you didn't use it?'

'The modulator?' He blows air of out his nose and whistles low. 'Uh... Maybe -.'

You arc an eyebrow and reach over him, pinching at his elbow with you empty hand. 'You can't remember, can you?'

He flinches, but chuckles. 'I can, I can – I just...'

You pinch him again. 'Don't lie.'

'Just let me think!'

And again. 'You're thinking up a lie.'

Twisting himself, he snatches at your hand and wraps a palm around your wrist. 'So what if I am?'

Rolling your eyes, you play at his hand with your fingertips, routinely lifting each digit and putting it back down with a soft little tap. 'You're insufferable...' You twist your wrist in his grasp until you can get hold of his forearm. 'Why won't you give me a straight answer?'

A cold chill breaks out across his shoulders when your question hits him, but it melts easily off of his shoulders when he catches your eye, replaced by an awkward smile. He wants to tell you, to open up his stomach and spill his guts, but he can't. The words jam in his throat, caught below the idea of appearing pathetic to... Well, to you.

'Just spit it out... Shin, it's just me... I -.'

He groans. That's the problem, he thinks.

'C'mon, it's hardly as if you can't get laid without it. I mean, fucking look at you...' You giggle, eyebrows raising high off of your forehead. 'You can't not know you're hot.'

Shinso's mouth drops open.

'Oh, fuck off, Shin. I've been sat here trying not to drip onto your damn couch because you're just wondering around with no shirt on...' You slip your hand from his and gesture at him, voice slowly growing more animated as his eyebrows somehow migrate higher into his hair line. 'And those pants are so low I can practically see the start of your cock, so I don't know where you get off trying to -.' You yelp, flinching back when Shinso leans over to wrap a large hand around your jaw, effectively silencing you.

'Really?'

With your cheeks pressed together, your words come out awkward and slurred. 'Huh?'

'You...' He licks his lips. 'You think, that I'm – me – I -.'

'Hot, yes... How're you struggling with this?'

'But...' Shaking his head, Shinso releases your chin. 'We work together.'

'Yeah.' A chuckle leaves your lips as you mourn the heat of his hand on your skin. You're tempted to chase it, to press your cheeks back into his palm, but you don't. 'So you can imagine how hard my life is...'

A smile creases Shinso's mouth, lips stretching wide as something curious creeps into his eyes. 'Would you want to...'

'Want to...'

He rolls his eyes so hard the strain burns. 'You've just admitted that you're wet -.'

You squeak and hit him. 'It was hyperbole.'

'So, you don't want to fuck me then?'

Licking at your teeth, you squirm. 'I didn't say that.'

'So...' Shuffling, he untangles his hand from yours and snatches his mask from the table. His hands manipulate the buckles, twisting and turning until they unlatch and he can raise it to his face. 'Who do you want me to be?'

Your shoulders sag. There's a stone in your stomach, one that only sinks deeper as you watch him hold the modulator over his cheek bones.

'You already know I do a pretty good Bakugo...' He fiddles with the dials at the sides of his mask. 'Or... I could do: Todoroki?' This time, when his voice slips into your ears its encased in ice. Todoroki's flat tone is a weird comparison beside Shinso's natural lazy drawl. 'Or...' Giving one of the dials a decent turn and causing the machine to whirr horribly, he coughs twice before... 'I could be Midoriya?'

Your nose wrinkles.

'Definitely not Midoriya, then...' Instantly, his hands are back twisting at his mask, but before he can spit out another foreign voice your hand is covering the front of his masks grill.

''Toshi...' Shifting closer, you move the folders that separate you and test the waters by laying a soft hand on his shoulder. He presses into your touch, which bolsters your confidence encouraging you to swing a leg over his hips. You come down softly at either side of his thighs and catch his jaw in your hands tossing the mask off to the side to reveal his face again. 'I don't want you to be anyone else...' You smile, pressing in close until you can feel his breath hitch against your lips. '… I want you.'

'Holy shit.' In his chest, his heart races beating an odd beat against his ribs as he sinks into the couch. He doesn't know what to do with his hands, doesn't know what to say or how to breathe. 'I -.'

'I just want you, 'Toshi.'

For the first time in a long time, Shinso doesn't have to think before he acts. There's no thought behind the way he reaches for your waist and kneads at your skin in his hands, no wondering if he's acting like the person he's pretending to be, if the movement matches the voice. No. Instead, he acts. Just acts. Surging forward, he cranes his neck to kiss you and swallows down the soft moan you grant him when your lips touch his.

There's something easy in kissing him. Your lips knead against his, stealing soft gasps as you rock yourself deeper into his lap. Your pelvis meets his, the thin material of your pants doing nothing to cushion the growing swell poorly hidden in his sweatpants. Pulling back for half a second, you let your forehead rest against his. Your heart is beating out of your chest, the thin later of muscle and bone separating it from your skin seeming more fragile by the second as you wriggle, paused and nervous. 'Don't you want me too?'

'Yeah.' Shinso leans up, forcing you back on his thighs, but before you can get far he's wrapping his arms around you and pulling you flush against his chest. 'Fuck, yes.'

A smile tickles your lip as he echoes your expression. You feel it, the grin, on your chin and neck as he pecks at your skin. The first kiss he litters on your body is at the turn of your jaw and dry. The second, wetter – thanks to a quick lick of his lips - is placed gently along the line of your pulse. The third however, isn't a kiss at all. Starting at the base of your neck, he licks a thick, long stripe from the plain of your shoulder to the edge of your ear.

'Can feel your heartbeat...' He mumbles, lips pressed to you skin. The dull thumbing of your heart radiates through his skin, each beat like a siren call as he wonders how worked up he can get you. 'Feels like you're a little excited.'

You chuckle, but rock forward making sure that your pelvis presses heavily over his hardness. A gasp leaps from his throat for your trouble. 'Feels like I'm not the only one.'

He hums and bucks, forcing you to feel more of his cock. His hands squeeze at your waist, palms flattening as they slip down your back with his fingers playing at your spine. Slipping his hands half-underneath your ass, he gropes at you kneading the flesh before sitting up straighter. 'You keep on like this and we're not gonna get to my bedroom, baby.'

Reaching behind you, you prise his hands from your ass and slip off of his lap. His forwardness has you eager, your body already flaming and desperate, but as the mood steadily grows heavier you come to one, startling realisation... It's Tuesday.

He reaches for you, fingers brushing the skin of your wrist as if to pull you closer once more, but before he can gain purchase on your limb you're taking a solid step backwards.

'Best get moving then...' Tilting your head, you offer him nothing but a coy smile and a raised eyebrow before darting off in the direction of his bedroom.

'Oi!' He's on his feet in an instant, eyes wide with a chuckle on his tongue as his socked feet and hard cock make a mischief of trying to catch you. 'Come here you little shit!' Slipping, he skids around the side of the couch and all but tumbles down the corridor after you, only to have his own bedroom door slammed in his face. 'Oi – what...' Pushing against it, he's surprised to meet resistance. 'Baby?'

Behind the door, the pet name makes you shiver, but there's no time to indulge the tingling that seeps through your stomach as you flick open your pants and fight with the hem of your shirt. 'One second...'

'You're -.' The door handle jiggles. 'You're in my room. I thought – I don't know what kind of sex you've been having, but I don't really get how I'm supposed to fuck you through the door.'

'You're not!'

He presses a shoulder to the door, pushing a little harder against it. Whatever you've jammed behind it is already giving. 'Then let me in...'

'In a second.' Struggling still, you're almost all the way out of your t-shirt when the door slams open, revealing a confused and slightly panting Shinso.

'What...' He hauls in a breath. 'Was all that about...'

'I -.' Biting at your lip, you try and swallow the embarrassment coiling in your stomach. Your whole face is burning, you can feel it even obscured by the bulk of your shirt as it sticks to your elbows and shields your face.

Slowly, he pads towards you. Taking hold of the hem of your shirt, he peels it upwards and grins crooked when you finally reappear. With your t-shirt in his hands, he thumbs at the material. 'What's all this about?'

Your hands cover your chest.

'If you don't want to -.'

'No...' It leaves your lips as a shout, louder than you had intended.

'Okay. So... What's with the...' He gestures you with your shirt. 'Y'know.'

'You can't laugh.'

'At what?'

Hauling in a breath, you squeeze your eyes shut. There's hardly any hiding now anyway. Gingerly, you remove your hands from your chest and slip your thumbs into the open waistband of your pants, slipping them down your legs. 'I didn't know that... Y'know, and – Well, I'm not exactly -.' Your explanation is cut short when cold fingertips meet your hip.

'Is that a hole?'

'No.' You squeak and swat at him, batting his hand away from what is definitely a hole in the seam of your underwear. 'Yes... I – I've been working overtime and with this stupid mission I haven't had time to go shopping and -.'

This time, when Shinso touches you, he drops your t-shirt to place both hands on your hips. His thumbs brush across your skin just above your underwear. 'That's what this was about?'

You nod, biting viciously at the inside of your cheek. 'I kind of...' Swallowing a chuckle, you look down at your feet. 'I kind of wanted to be sexy... Not -.'

'You are sexy...' Releasing your hip with one hand, he places it under your jaw to tilt your head back up. 'Even with holes in your underwear.'

Part of you wants to snap back, to deny him and call him a liar, but that's hard when he's looking at you like he wants to devour you. His eyes are dark pits, molten and burning as he tears his gaze hungrily across your body. Tip-toeing slightly, you press your nose to his – a silent request.

He grants you it easily, letting your lips come together. His hand return to roaming, slipping down your back and cupping your ass to give it another healthy squeeze. When he pulls away, his eyebrows are furrowed. 'Have these got writing on?'

'No – I.'

A broken chuckle escapes his mouth when he grabs your arm and spins you on the spot. His eyes land on your ass, the plush flesh wrapped in green cotton that has definitely seen better days – the word: 'Tuesday' written in faded gold right across your cheeks.

'Stop laughing at me...' You whine.

'Not laughing...' His voice is smoky as he places a kiss on your shoulder. 'Just admiring.'

The slap that meets your ass is hard enough to sting. You gasp and tilt forward, only to be caught by strong arms wrapping around you. With his chest presses to your back, you're free to grind against the cock pressing to your ass – earning yourself your own chuffed moan of appreciation.

'Appreciating...' Purring over your shoulder, he kneads your ass in his hands. 'You have a great ass, you know.'

'Your sudden obsession with it might have given that away...' A soft kiss is placed on your shoulder, making you stretch out your neck. Your cunt flutters, heartbeat causing it to drool straight into your underwear as Shinso continues to grope at you and litter kisses up and down your neck.

Letting his hands reluctantly drift back up your sides, Shinso leans back just enough to unclasp your bra and slip it from your shoulders before spinning you until you’re chest to chest again. He urges you backwards, slow steps pushing you closer and closer to the edge of his bed until, with a squeak, you fall backwards onto it. You're barely given a second to bounce before there's a knee at your hip and his body is towering over you.

You reach out, fingers pressing to the skin of his chest as you trail soft touches down his stomach. It makes your stomach tense and flutter, being able to feel him like this. Each hard ridge of muscle is cushioned, layered gently with fat the squishes under your hands. Dragging your nails back up his chest, you thumb at his nipples and earn yourself a sharp groan.

'Fuck.' With his head rocking back on his shoulders, Shinso makes a place for himself between your thighs. Hauling them up, he encourages you to cling to his waist as you play at him earning more moans from his throat.

Licking your lips, you lean up to press your lips to the cleft of his pecs. 'You like that?'

'What? Me moaning isn't enough?' He snarks.

'Maybe I just want to hear more?' Laying out your tongue, you press the flat to a nipple and flick at it making sure to keep your eyes on his. The bump of his Adam's apple bobs, locking away a whine that makes his whole body shake. Wrapping your legs around him tighter, you dig the heel of your foot into his ass to press him close making him feel how wet you are even through the layers still separating you.

Shinso hisses. Snatching at your hands, he pins them above your head against the mattress in one of his. He smirks before dipping his head to your chest and treating you in kind. Kissing at the highest point of your breast, he takes his time working his way down to your nipple. His teeth graze your skin making you buck and wrap around him tighter as your chest arcs from the bed, but even if you wanted to escape, you're not sure you'd be able.

Just by tasting your skin, Shinso knows he's done for. Sucking a bruise into tit, he finally lets his mouth wrap around your nipple. A chorus of moans flood his ears making his cock kick in his sweats. Already he can feel the simmering heat in his stomach bubbling.

You grind against him, cunt searching for a friction it can't find as you roll against him again and again while forcing his hips flush with yours.

You feel good, almost too good. Shinso pulls back. He's no stranger to sex. There's barely a week when he doesn't have at least someone anxious to join him in bed and yet, now, he finds himself paused. Something vicious wriggles in his stomach, sharp thoughts poking at the soft sides of his mind.

Usually, he takes his lovers from behind. It works better that way... If they can't see him. Allows them to squeeze shut their eyes and lose themselves to the feel, to the voice of their choosing that snakes into their ears after being warped by his mask. It allows them to forget that it's really Shinso that they're sleeping with.

In this position, with you on your back underneath him, he can see everything. Not just your tits, that sit perfect and inviting barely a foot from his lips, or your throat and the way it hollows as you gulp down air, preparing the next pretty sound you'll let free, but your face. It's your eyes that do it. The cupid's bow of your lips and the easy fall of your mouth is tantalising, but it's nothing compared to the raw and complete lust that burns in bright iris' as you look at him.

Him.

It makes him feel hot and suddenly, he becomes frighteningly aware that when the final throws of pleasure slip from his tongue, it is his voice you'll be hearing.

'Shin...' You mumble, eyes searching his face as you watch his cheeks pinken while the rest of the colour slips from his features. 'Hitoshi...'

'Are...' Gulping, he lets the pit in his stomach eat away at him. 'Are you sure you don't want me to get my mask?'

Your eyebrows knit as the hand wrapped around your wrists keeping you down loosens.

'I could do -.' He's half way up, hands now placed on your calves as he moves to try and wriggle entirely from your hold.

''Toshi.' You follow him, unhooking your legs from his waist to let him sit on his haunches at the end of the bed.

'My Grand is a bit rusty, but -.'

''Toshi.' Reaching out, you cup his cheek and brush a thumb across his skin. 'If I wanted to fuck Bakugo or Todoroki or Shindo... I'd be in one of their beds right now, not yours.'

His mouth drops open. He wants to believe you, wants to be able to submit to the fluttering in his stomach, but -.

'Stop it.'

He blinks.

'I want you, 'Toshi... Just you -.' Shuffling closer, you bump your nose to his and fold your knees until they box in his hips. 'Let me show you... Please. Let me prove it.'

Your eyes swell, iris' bursting as he finds himself unable to turn away. His cock is still hard and bobbing, unperturbed by his emotional dilemma as he slowly lets himself melt into you. It's a new feeling, this, being wanted... Being seen, but as he watches your gaze eat hungrily at his features he can't help, but allow himself to believe you, just a little. 'Okay...'

A smile almost ruins your next kiss as you bring your lips together slow. Linking your hands around the back of his neck, you urge him down until your body is covered by his once more. 'Take your pants off...' You mumble against his mouth. 'Let me see you.'

He hauls in a breath, but consents moving only far enough away to be able to awkwardly shuffle out of his pants. They're tossed aside, his underwear too in the vague direction of his washing basket leaving him bare to you. His hands skate up the outside of your thigh, thumb slipping under the hem of yours. 'Can I?'

You lift your hips in answer and let him strip you, although his hands are gripping your hips where the elastic had been moments before.

'You're so fucking pretty.' Shuffling on his knees, he straddles one of your thighs and inches closer.

Biting your lip, you share your gaze between the wildness in his eyes and the heaviness of his cock. He's not the biggest you've ever seen, but solid and lithe. Longer than he is thick, his pale skin darkens as it reaches the tip where it glosses a deep rose and leaks in translucent droplets that dip against your stomach. Winding violet veins weave their way down his shaft, pulsing slightly with each twitch of his cock before vanishing entirely into a wiry mess of purple pubic hair that runs from his base all the way up to his belly button thinning as it goes. ''Toshi...' You whine.

He shivers, breathless, cock kicking again. 'Yeah?'

Releasing his neck, you slip a hand down your body and skate a feather-light touch along his cock before reaching the mound of your cunt. You make sure his eyes have followed your hand, glowing orbs locked on the stickiness you spread for him between stretched fingers. 'Touch me...'

There's no telling him twice. His thumb taps at your clit causing a shock of pleasure to shoot down your spine. Rotating his finger slightly, he rubs at you until his skin dampens with your slick and then, he's slipping down, down, down.

He stretches you out with two fingers but despite his being larger than your own – it isn't enough. You writhe and roll your hips, attempting to force him deeper, but each of your efforts reward you with nothing. 'Hitoshi... Hitoshi, I need more.'

His stomach tenses, something spinning in his chest as the sound of his own name slips your lips. It's music – something he'd never thought he'd hear and coming from you... Well, he doesn't think he'll let anyone else say his name again now. Licking his lips as spit collects in his mouth, he still somehow finds his mouth dry when he asks: 'Say my name. Say my name again and I'll give you anything you want.'

'Hitoshi...'

'Again.' He curls his fingers.

Struggling to keep your eyes on him, you feel the coil in your stomach tighten. 'Hit – oshi...'

'Fuck...'

You almost whimper when he pulls his fingers from your cunt. His absence burns, making you desperate, but the soft kiss of his cock against your folds is enough to lock the noise back behind your teeth.

'You want it?' He rubs his tip against your clit, smearing both of your stickiness together.

Nodding, your hands snap around his elbow as he curves himself over you and presses in. The first inch feels like heaven. He carves you out, forcing your body to submit to his as he feeds you more and more.

Shinso shifts, rocking his hips just enough to bottom out as he encourages one of your thighs up and holds it close to his chest. The position lets him sink in an extra inch and he revels in the dul hiss it earns from between your teeth. His other hand falls to your clit, massaging barely-there circles into your skin as he begins to move.

'Shit...' Pleasure fizzes impossibly in your stomach, your whole body burning as you press your shoulders back and into the pillow under your head. 'Feel so good... Just – just like that 'Toshi.'

Preening under your praise, he thrusts into you harder while keeping his touch on your clit light. You feel divine wrapped around his cock, tight and warm and squeezing him so perfectly that it's hard for him to keep a set pace. Fixated on the connection of your bodies, he watches how you swallow him down, cunt hungry as you take everything he's willing to give, but his breath is stolen from his lungs when his eyes flicker to your face.

'Shit, 'Toshi... Ha – Harder...'

Your eyes have glossed over, wet lashes glowing faintly as you struggle to keep your eyes on him. He can see it, the urge to let your body snap back and curl, but you fight it. There's nothing, but pleasure glowing on your cheeks, making you look like a vision. A vision he wants to see come undone. Adding more pressure to your clit, he makes sure each of his strokes hits the sponginess inside of you, earning more babbling moans. 'Don't...' He clenches his jaw, feeling his balls pull up and tight. 'Don't know how much longer I'm going to -.'

'Close.' You choke. There's a static in your mind as Shinso somehow shoves you closer to the edge. It takes barely a minute before you feel the tell-tale rush, the blinding pleasure that has your cunt pulsing and beckoning him to a mutual end. A dull scream is torn from your throat, hands balling in the sheets beside your head as he fucks you through your orgasm and almost makes your vision blank.

'I'm – I -.' His chest heaves as he tries to rein himself in, even with his hips still frantically rutting into you. 'Where... Shit – where do you want me, me to -.'

Curling upwards, you drop your leg from his chest and wrap it around the back of his waist forcing him flush against your pelvis. He pulls out, despite the pulse of your cunt, but before he can wriggle more than a few inches free you're tensing your leg and urging him back in.

'Shit. Baby, baby, I can't – I'm gonna – Gonna cum in – ins -' It isn't panic that zips down his spine when he finds his cock spilling while still buried deep inside of you, instead, his whole stomach fills with heat. There's something about filling you that clouds his vision and turns him stupid, allowed to think of nothing that isn't your body and how well it takes his. Tipping forward, he braces himself at either side of your shoulders and lets his forehead rest to yours.

It's ethereal, watching him come apart as you swallow each of his needy pants and whines. He's shivering, cock still pulsing and spreading white in your cunt as you wrap your arms around him and cling. One of your hands slips into his hair, nails scratching and tugging, forcing more stuttering moans out of his mouth.

You won't look away, eyes burring into his as he feels his entire body grow heavy and pleasure fade to his fingertips. It's takes a while for him to come back to himself, for his cock to settle and his breathing to level out again, but when he does... You're still looking at him.

'You look beautiful when you cum.' You itch at the base of his skull and smile.

His chest expands. It's strange, he thinks, he quite likes being looked at by you. Your touch is soft as you trail fingers down his spine and he's helpless not to sink into it. 'Yeah?'

'Yeah...' You press a kiss to his lips. 'Sound pretty good too.'

A blush blooms on his cheeks causing him to shuffle back. His cock slips free, bringing with it a gentle flood of cum that has him somehow, blushing deeper. 'I – uh...'

'Still think I want you to wear that stupid mask?' Cocking an eyebrow, you pull him back down and tangle your limbs as soon as he hits the mattress beside you. You settle against his chest, his arms looping around your shoulders as a smile tugs at his lip and a dull chuckle vibrates in the back of his throat.

'You might have convinced me.' He presses a kiss to your forehead.

'I can fuck you again if it'd help?'

'You know what?' Tilting his head, he shifts you until his hand can travel down your side gripping at your flesh as he goes. Rounding the turn of your hip, he lays one, hard slap against your ass. 'It might.'

You squeak, jolting against him, but nip at the turn of his neck in retaliation. He groans, settling to take a grip of your ass to squeeze instead.

'Hey, baby...' Shinso noses your cheek.

'Mmm?'

He taps your ass. 'Isn't it Saturday?'

-> Masterlist

#shinso x reader #shinso smut #shinso hitoshi smut #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi smut #saturnsorbits #saturnscribbles

728 notes · View notes

chronicowboy · 9 months

Text

i (for)get you | 6.7k

It begins as any tragedy does—with Chimney's wolf whistle.

The sound of it is shrill and sharp as it cuts through the fatigued silence of the locker room, drowning out the rustle of fabric as they all change out of their uniforms. Buck winces at the noise, the headache that had been building behind his eyes since hour seventeen of their non-stop twenty-four shift—which had turned into twenty-six with a pretty intense pile-up pulling them into overtime—throbbing in his temples.

"Eddie Diaz, you dog," Chimney drawls, crossing the few lockers to clap Eddie's bare shoulder.

"Fuck." Eddie sighs and drops his head.

"What's happening?" Hen mumbles, startled half-awake from where she'd been half-asleep on the bench trying to tie her shoes.

"Diaz has been holding out on us." Chimney turns to her with a shit-eating grin, and Buck's too exhausted to even begin to understand what's happening—it definitely doesn't have anything to do with the fact that Eddie's shirtless back is in front of him, muscles flexing as he quickly and carelessly pulls a t-shirt on. Eddie spins around once it's on, shooting a panicked look at Buck, but his brain is moving too slow to figure out what Eddie needs saving from. "He has a hickey," Chimney announces to the locker room.

Buck's stomach rolls with nausea—because of the headache, not the green-eyed monster tap dancing in his skull.

"What?" Hen blurts out, suddenly wide awake. "A hickey?"

"No," Eddie says firmly, not looking at Buck at all now. "A rash."

"On your pec?" Chimney asks deadpan. "In the shape of a mouth?"

"On your pec?" Hen cackles. "Oh, my God. Didn't think you had it in you, Diaz!"

"So..." Chim raises an eyebrow as he leans against the lockers. "Who's the lucky lady that mauled you like a bear?"

"And why haven't we heard about her sooner?" Hen tacks on seriously, eyebrows furrowed in her maternal expression of disappointment that no one ever wants to be on the wrong end of. Buck might have pitied his best friend if he wasn't too busy trying not to throw up at the mental image of Eddie being bitten by some beautiful, perfect woman Buck could never hope to live up to—it's easier to focus on than the sensation of the jagged shards of his broken heart falling into his stomach.

"Guys, it's not a big deal," Eddie tries to deflect.

"Eddie," Hen says softly. "We know how you approach relationships. If she's giving you hickeys, it's serious."

"That's not—"

"We're happy for you, bud." Chimney slaps his back again. "And we get it if you aren't ready to tell us yet, but you know we'd only ever be happy for you. Right, Buck?" He flinches at his name, Chimney's voice just loud enough to agitate the ache at the base of his skull. But then Eddie is looking at him with something amused sparkling in his eyes, and the combination of exhaustion and pain only makes him frown back.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks quietly. Eddie's expression falters for a moment before smoothing back into that subtly amused look that makes Buck want to scratch his skin off. "Eddie, you're not a casual sex guy. You must have been dating her for a couple of months at least, if you're at this stage. Why wouldn't you tell me that?" The hurt creeps further into Buck's voice with every word, a profound and despairing hopelessness flooding like lead through his veins.

Eddie tilts his head then, any trace of humour wiped from his face as it sharpens with a piercing worry that only makes Buck's head hurt worse. He steps into Buck's space without a moment of hesitation, digging his penlight out of the workpants he's yet to change out of, and grabs Buck's chin so gently Buck's breath hitches with it. Eddie shines the light into his eyes, and Buck flinches away from the new wave of pain that lances through his temples.

"Shit," Eddie curses under his breath. "Buck," he murmurs so damn softly, "what day is it?"

(OR: buck hits his head, forgets the past month and suddenly eddie has a secret girlfriend... right?)

@danielsousa @binickmiller @diazass @shitouttabuck @butchdiaz @buddstiel @organizedstardust @theoneandonlypigeon @anatargmova @alyxmastershipper @buckley-diaz-rules @blazeturbo102 @panbuckley @slowlyfoggydestiny @thatnamewill-probably-change @compactdiscmp3 @batgrldes @scattered-winter @prince-buck-diaz @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy

#sami rambles #this is so much better in my head #well the second half #i love the first half #especially buck and chris but.#the rest is mehhh #911 fic #911 fanfic #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buck x eddie fic

197 notes · View notes

jeonjcngkook · 1 year

Text

danger zone | jjk (m) 1.0

・❥・pairing: boxer jungkook x female reader ・❥・genre(s)&au(s): boxer au | fluff | smut | angst | est rel ・❥・w/c: 6.6k ・❥・rating: 18+ ・❥・summary: jung hoseok, an underdog boxer new to the sport calls out current middleweight champion jeon jungkook in a string of twitter videos, taunting him in means for a match for the championship belt. with a neverending run of his mouth, you and jungkook decide that now is the time to shut the newbie up once and for all.. afterall, it is about time jungkook sheds blood, sweat and tears into the gold around his waist. but to the dismay of both of you and jungkook, the sacrifice of holding gold has you both eying another prize at the end of the four weeks. ・❥・chapter warnings & smut warnings: strong language, jungkook has a fuckin thigh tattoo 🫦 i wanna box hoseok and his mouth myself 🥊 body worshipping (m rec), kissing, fingering, lazy oral sex (f rec), handjob, unprotected sex, shower sex, sex standing up, tummy pressing, creampie, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f rec), lil spitting.

⁀➷ extras: main masterlist | mail box | playlist | tag list form

⁀➷ tracking tags: #jords asks - asks | #fic feedback - feedback | #fic : danger zone (updates&reviews&asks)

・❥・author’s note: sorry we’re late but we’re here nonetheless! ive been through writers block, an enlistment announcement and then the winter flu on top but ive made it in the end. thank you to @caelesjjk & @baljinciaga for betaing & as usual lil magwai @kth1 for the sexiest banner <33 honorary mentions to @mercurygguk @jkeuphoria1997 @jjkeverlast @jikooknoona @here4btsfics & @jjungkookislife — this is for u <33

Jungkook is a man of many talents. A black belt in multiple martial arts and a vigorous fitness routine that he never seems to falter from. It pays off as he sits in front of you right now shirtless. Your eyes catch the mirror that is hung on the wall opposite the living room, showcasing the way his shoulder muscles in his back tighten and strain against his soft, golden skin. His shoulders are wide and built strong, a small build up of sweat coating his skin and gives it a glistening sheen under the warmth light of the lamp on the side table. You can’t help but to lick your lips, biting onto the skin of the lower to keep you from moaning out.

He has trained with some of the greatest chefs in the world, taking his cooking abilities from excellent to world class in just a few lessons. Unsurprisingly too, he has the voice of an angel which he never lets go to waste by singing anywhere he possibly can. In the shower, in the car, around the house while doing mundane tasks, you name it. Not that you would ever complain. His voice is one of the many things about him that keep you calm and relaxed, especially at night after long gruelling work days.

And as a professional boxer, he is in a whole league of his own. As the current, longest reigning, undefeated champion in his weight category — going against men who have all wanted a taste of both the Korean fighter and the prize wrapped around his waist — only to have left empty handed, except for the bruises they obtain from their merciless rounds of scrapping with each other, Jungkook is certainly at the top of the food chain in the ring.

Jungkook is a simple man with simple goals in mind. His drive to achieve gold, crossing boundaries and mauling anybody and everything in his way to get there is certainly ranked as one of his highest. The knowledge that he reigns as the youngest champion in his weight division, tearing apart opponents and opinions — both of which always doubted him and his abilities to get where he is now.

As a boxer, he is relentless. With immense strength, stamina, speed and power, Jungkook certainly outweighs most in his division. But it isn’t just the physical attributes that got him where he is now. His body is built beautifully too. Not overdone like some athletes, but he keeps his body lean and defined and the way he uses this to his advantage in and out of the fighting ring is nothing short of mesmerising. It allows for his movements in the ring to be smooth and calculated. One punch after another to his punching bag in one-twos, one-two-threes reps, watching the equipment hypnotically rock forward and backways over and over like the pin of a metronome.

Jungkook is clever. His intelligence is higher than the average, which in turn means he is able to outsmart his opponents. He usually knows they’re next move before they know themselves, giving him ample opportunity to pick at their weaknesses easily, manoeuvring himself quickly to avoid blows. His intelligence in the ring allows his accuracy in landing punches on a moving target is no hard feat.

He certainly does have a calibre of skills to be envious of.

As the late morning sunlight begins to filter through the cracks of the blinds, the rays of warmth against your skin causes you to hum in appreciation. The raindrops on from the autumn drizzle pitter patters against the glazing of your window, paired with the downtempo, chilled out, hip-hop sampled lofi music in the background, brings in a serene atmosphere.

After what seems like hours, Jungkook finally emerges into the lounge. Shirtless, he uses the training vest to dab against his damp forehead, soaking up the sweat that accumulated during his usual daily session with the heavy boxing bag he has hanging in the home gym in the garage.

You had both recently had the gym installed. Even as a compact space, you were both able to design it perfectly to allow Jungkook to have a workstation at his feet for whenever he pleased.

A category of cardio equipment, including a treadmill with optimal pulse rate straps to wear to manage his heart rate as he works, an elliptical cross trainer, and rowing machines. Muscle toning stations are fitted to the ceiling and walls with handlebars, barbell stations, resistance bands, as well as free weights, were the most recent instalment to the facility. And of course, he keeps his boxing gear with jump ropes, hand wraps, gloves, headgear - you name it - neatly kept on the hanging shelf.

Clearly installing the gym had many benefits for everyone. For Jungkook, he can now achieve his goals without the hassle of leaving your apartment. For yourself, you get every opportunity to take in his gorgeous physique after he’s done training.

Jungkook throws his head back as he squeezes his favourite grapefruit flavoured sports drink down his throat, quenching his thirst. You use the time to gawk at your boyfriend. The sheer size of him was enough to leave your mouth watering. Standing tall, broad and lean, Jungkook is an accurate representation of an ancient Greek God — a fantasy if you will. A figure of immense strength that shows all over his body as the muscles in his arms, shoulders and back ripple under his skin with his movements.

You watch as he runs his hands through his hair. A web of tattoos with intricate detailing from his shoulder snakes down to his hands, only to be covered in more ink. The skin of his abs stretches with the lift of his arms and you softly moan as the grooves and cuts of his muscle tightens right in front of you, glittering with residue sweat in the sunlight and you watch as the drops continue their journey until they are met with the band of his training shorts which hang low on his hips, his taut abdominal muscles hiding behind the fabric. Your eyes reach the bottom of his shorts to find his newest tattoo peaking from underneath the fabric. It’s definitely your favourite. A traditional Chinese dragon is fresh on the skin of his thigh, the ink looking vibrant in its onyx state. There are chrysanthemums filling in gaps, along with well structured dotwork and deep dark intense shading surrounding the dragon. It truly represents the attributes that Jungkook carries.

Positivity, wisdom, strength and courage.

“Don’t mind me baby,” Jungkook smirks, knowing you’re fully ogling at him. A smile breaks out as he looks upon you comfortably sitting on the couch in nothing but your favourite set of loungewear. “I’m away to jump into the shower, wanna join?” He asks with a teasing raise of his brow and bottom lip caught between his teeth.

The phone in your hand is tossed to the side as you grin in response, jumping up immediately and racing towards the bathroom with your boyfriend.

The both of you are quick to pull off what little clothing you both have on. Jungkook’s hands are gentle as he lifts your shirt past your breasts and up over your head. You slowly undo the drawstrings of your own shorts, sliding them down with ease.

Jungkook turns his back to you, turning on the showering system to allow the water to heat up for you both. You use the opportunity of his back to you to place your hands on his waist, moving your nimble fingers to the centre of his stomach and tracing your fingers down the contours of firm abdomen muscles that harden under your touch before trailing them down the prominent v-line that decorates his lower body.

“You're so beautiful,” you accentuate your words by digging your nails into his skin and slithering them underneath the band of his training shorts and boxers, pulling them down and letting them pool at his feet on the floor. Slow, shallow breaths are heard from in front of you.

The mirror in front of you is clouded by the steam of the water as you peer your head around Jungkook’s broad frame, but nonetheless you manage to see the corners of Jungkook’s mouth curl into a wide smile at your words and it fills your body with warmth knowing that still after several years that your words still affect him.

Jungkook’s hand stretches out to test the temperature for you both before submerging himself underneath the showerhead. Jets of water continue to fill the porcelain as Jungkook reaches his hands for you and helps you in and swaps places with you to place you right underneath the water.

Everything about this moment is perfect. The sound of rushing water making contact with your skin is invigorating. The first minute or so, the water is scolding as you adjust to the change in temperature, but quickly you become warmed to the new climate and soon enough steam fills the room. Condensation taking to the glass screen and moistening your skin all over, your body absorbs the heat in like a sponge. For those few minutes, your mind is clear. The shower does its job to alleviate the tight pressure in your shoulders and neck. It’s bliss.

If it wasn’t for the pair of hands giving your hips a tight squeeze, you would have absolutely forgotten that there is someone else in here with you. You bask in Jungkook’s touch, lacing your own fingers with his and moving your head to rest against the hard planes of his chest.

“Mm, I’m so proud of you for last night,” you tell him.

Last night, Jungkook held his championship belt on the line against fellow Korean boxer Doh Kyung-soo, who, before last night, was undefeated in his competitions. This rightfully earned him the opportunity to go one on one with Jungkook for the Middleweight Belt.

Both of them put up a great fight, earning more views for the pay-per view event than anybody could have predicted. The event was thrilling and adrenaline fuelled with literal blood shed, sweat pouring and some light tears from your side at the moment Jungkook’s fist was raised in the air as victorious and still the undefeated champion.

Of course, round after round of fists flying means bruises, swollen skin and searing scars. Battle scars are what Jungkook likes to call them. They litter his skin all over. Some scars find home within the ink on his body and others are displayed proudly on their own, where Jungkook can proudly tell the tales of his tournaments.

He looks down at you with fondness, water pouring down you both as he plants a barrage of kisses on your forehead. You raise your head towards his so he can press a proper kiss onto your lips.

“I’d never be where I am without you, you know that?”

The kiss itself is nothing short of spectacular. Jungkook’s lips are soft with your favourite flavoured lip balm, just for your own taste. Jungkook kisses you softly and languidly, taking his time to feel the warmth of your own mouth on his. His tongue licks at your lips as his teeth gently pull on the skin. Responsively, you part your lips and tangle your tongue with Jungkook’s, slowly teasing him for more access, but as quick as the kiss had come, it stops.

Leaning down to your ear, Jungkook presses your back into his chest as his head dips to the shell of your ear before grazing at the flesh with his teeth. Your body erupts with goosebumps at the ministrations, head lolling back as you release a moan, only heard due to the proximity of you both.

You manage to switch positions in the tub, the water now cascading down Jungkook’s back as you turn to face the other direction. He tips his head back into the oncoming stream and runs his hand through his hair, feeling the strands get longer as they soak up the water from the shower and start to stick to his neck.

Jungkook picks up your shampoo and starts squeezing the citrus scented liquid into his hand and you tip your head back to allow him to lather the liquid into your hair.

As he does, you pick up your green loofah and squeeze an ample amount of soap onto the nylon ball, ready to massage it into Jungkook’s skin. The cranberry fragrance of the body wash mingles with the citrus scent of the shampoo to create a fruity concoction.

You turn around and observe Jungkook as his fingers rub into your scalp in the most relaxing manner. You observe the way his muscles ripple and shift as his hands move back and forth. Pressing your soapy loofah over his chest, you take your time working over his collarbones and pecs before moving down over his abdomen. Casting a quick glance down, you feel heat rising to your cheeks when you notice his cock semi-hard, twitching ever so slightly.

Your hand trails down as you squeeze the loofah and watch as the soap subs release from the cloth and run down his body with the water. The sight is stunning as you watch his abs tighten, glistening in the light, as the soapy concoction makes way to his cock. Your mouth waters as the soap covers his dick, the suds disappearing with the water.

“Tilt your head back, baby.”

Doing as you’re told, you walk back into the water and let it soak into your hair, washing away the products Jungkook had expertly lathered.

Once the water has filled its intended purpose, Jungkook takes the loofah from your hands and turns you around so you’re facing the shower head.

“Hands up,” he instructs.

You wrap your hands around his neck and let Jungkook squeeze the loofah into your own skin. He manages to keep one hand on your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze now and then.

He starts with an arm and follows it down to your chest and then swapping to the other to drag it down your second. Your lashes flutter as he rubs relaxing circles into your skin and you can’t help but let a moan leave your lips.

Without hesitation, Jungkook’s hand makes way to the top of your right boob and gives the loofah a squeeze once again to release more suds. From above you, his towering frame watches your nipples harden underneath the soap. His hand follows it down and grips your flesh in his hands, squeezing again and watching as your skin shows through the spaces of his hands.

This time you moan out loud, the water drowning it out but Jungkook hears you perfectly fine. His free hand comes up to the other at your chest as he swaps the loofah into his other hand and repeats his action and watches as your left nipple hardens in the same fashion as the first. His fingers find your right nipple and roll it in between his thumb and forefinger in a forwards and backwards motion under the water.

Jungkook moves forward and you feel his cock press against the swell of your ass, the tip resting at the base of your spine. You can feel him thick and heavy, twitching at the contact of your soft skin. You take that as encouragement to drop your hand from his neck and wrap it around his dick and stroke him, marvelling at the feeling of his lips meeting your neck, the graze of his teeth on your skin. Your hand gently pumps him in a steady rhythm as you pay attention to running your thumb along the vein with every stroke and squeezing at the tip.

“I want to be inside you,” Jungkook whispers into the crook of your neck and you bite your lip at his words.

You nod your confirmation and Jungkook spreads his legs to balance himself as the water continues to pour from the showerhead. Reaching down, he grabs one of your legs and holds it behind your knee with his forearm to open your legs for him, your pussy opening for his hard cock.

“You have no idea how fucking hot you are,” you mewl into his ear, before nipping it, your fingers tracing the long wet strands of black hair that are sticking to his cheek, strands ending under his jaw due to the grown out length.

With your words, Jungkook tilts his head and presses a searing hot kiss to your lips. It’s immediately passionate and filled with desire for each other as you reciprocate. You let your lips part and slide your tongue with his as his lips smack against yours. He still tastes like your favourite lip balm and it makes you smile into the kiss. The kiss is broken as your leg is lifted higher and you feel the tip of his leaking cock pressing against your slick entrance.

He presses into you slowly but with enough vigour that there is no resistance. The girth of his cock stretches you wide deliciously and you swallow hard, your body warms with desire and your thighs quiver in pleasure.

Another slow thrust is delivered from behind you and Jungkook is fully inside you, his tip pressing enticingly against your cervix. The feeling of being so full of Jungkook intensifies with every inch that he sheathes inside of you.

“You’re such a good girl for me, baby,” Jungkook babbles,caught in his own pleasure. You can feel his breathing become ragged and trembles as he tries to steady his breath.

“You always feel so good when I fuck you.”

One of your hands wraps around his neck once more as the other finds home on the cold titled wall in front of you, helping you keep your balance steady as Jungkook finally picks up his speed.

“Just want to take care of you J-Jungkook. You always make me feel so good,” you mewl through gritted teeth as Jungkook continues to thrust into you. His fingers tangle in your hair to pull your neck back so he can press a bruising open mouth kiss onto your lips.

His thrusts are vigorous and your body shivers as his pace becomes rampant. The sounds of skin slapping together drowns out the sound of the water jetting against the porcelain floor. It is a tell-tale sign that Jungkook is chasing his orgasm and you can’t help but clench around him to assist him reaching his high.

“Fuck, baby, you’ve got the tighest cunt, gonna make me come so much, f-fuck!” You lean into him and let him kiss the side of your neck tenderly, moving pieces of your own hair out of the way. You peer down and watch as he drags his cock in and out and back in again, the sounds of your wet pussy squelching with every thrust is obscene and draws Jungkook closer to his orgasm.

You can’t help but clench again and again, your body feels full, your breathing hitches in your throat and your body is electrified.

“M-more,” he punctuates the word with a thrust, “nearly,” and another thrust, “there,” and another.

Jungkook becomes desperate to come. He places a hand at the bottom stomach and presses down, feeling the way your skin protrudes as his length enters you and presses through your cervix. The other hand finds your clit and rubs it in generous circles, causing you to clench around him harder. Your own slick builds at the assault from Jungkook’s fingers on your clit and you scream as your body becomes sensitive to his touch. He ruts into you once more, his hand on your tummy pressing for the last time as he finally stills against you. His cock twitches once, twice and his head rolls back as he finally comes, shooting ropes of sticky white into your swollen pussy.

In his state of euphoria, Jungkook’s head plants itself on top of your shoulder, his hair falling forward and sticking to your skin as well as his own. You both bask in the feeling of being both filled and spent. He tightens his grip around your waist and squeezes you lovingly and kisses your shoulder, peppering wet licks up to your jaw. His cock softens gradually albeit still twitching inside of your cunt as the last remaining droplets drip from his slit.

Happy that he isn’t leaking any further, Jungkook places your shaking leg back down and pulls himself out of your pussy slowly, carefully knowing you’ll be sensitive..

Jungkook helps you clean you both off once more before turning the water off. Stepping out first, he grabs a towel and wraps it around his hips, securing it together and then reaching for another for you. Gently, he helps you out of the shower and wraps your own towel around your body.

“Thank you,” you place a kiss on his cheek.

The shower did its job by allowing you a moment to relax and spend time with your boyfriend. It was now mid afternoon and the rain outside had picked up exponentially. The sounds of soft pitter patters now thundering against the double glazed windows, yet somehow it still remained warm indoors with your own ray of sun entering the room as you relaxed into the couch.

With your phone in your hand, you don’t pay any attention to Jungkook as he falls to his knees in front of you, his hands placed on both of your thighs and trailing down towards you as he continues to lower himself on the ground. His head tilts to the side, lips peppering little kisses on your left leg from your knee, down to your calf until he reaches your ankle and placing a final kiss on the bone.

You moan at the attention Jungkook is bestowing onto your lower body. His hands apply a little more pressure on your ankle as he pulls them apart from each other, effective in widening your legs for his viewing pleasure.

“Hm, baby,” you hear him say with a low, quiet voice; feeling his lips ghosting themselves back on your leg. This time though, they’re parted and you can feel the moisture from his hot breath against your skin and you shiver in response.

Your free hand reaches in between your legs in search of Jungkook, in search of any part of him you can get a hold of and pull. You continue to scroll through your socials on your phone when you decide to open Twitter.

Scrolling through social media can be a mundane pastime. Something neither of you do regularly as you try your hardest to keep away from negativity and false headlines. But on the odd occasion, you do like to suck yourself in and dive into the world of current events through the glorious app.

You see Jungkook from the top of your phone, watching as his tongue darts past his lips and flattens it on your skin before sealing it with a wet kiss. You smile behind the screen of your phone and go back to scrolling through your phone, finding some delight in the trending topic section.

Jungkook eagerly forwards himself towards your crotch, close enough to feel the warmth radiate from your core. You flatten your thighs and sink yourself further into the fabric of the couch below you. You feign attention on the mobile device and bask in the pleasure that comes from the tip of Jungkook’s tongue pressing the smallest amount of pressure onto your clit from across the lace of your panties. Your tummy tightens and you moan lightly as you feel your boyfriend taking a generous sniff of your honeyed scent, knowing that below the useless and now wet fabric that there is sweet ambrosia awaiting just for him and in response to that knowledge, you hear him release a deep throaty groan against your clothed pussy, the sound vibrating through you, causing your hips to arch to chase the feeling of your boyfriends tongue

As he continues the assault on your pussy, something on your screen catches your eye and your attention shifts from Jungkook’s tongue to the glare of your phone. Holding it in front of your face, you can see a thread of videos from a name you had never heard of. The start of the thread had Jungkook’s name written in the title, along with a string of words as a means to call him out.

You take slight interest in this and click on the beginning of the thread. Usually these things are home made videos by young men calling on Jungkook to take them on. Most of them aren’t fighters but just people behind a screen, trolling, pretending to be tough enough to take him on. If you ever come across this type of content, you just laugh it off and continue on scrolling.

However based off of the video thumbnail, the first video in the sequence looks like it’s taken from a professional boxing ring. There is a crowd around this boxer as he stands in the ring, one foot on either side of his opponent who you presume has just been taken down by the unknown man in the Twitter videos.

Curiosity takes over you as you click on the first video. The sound starts up to a blank screen, the sound of punches being thrown and connecting to something, or from the sound of the grunts, someone. As the screen lights up, this is when you are introduced to the crowd surrounding the man in the ring.

“What are you watching?” Jungkook murmurs as he takes two fingers and ghosts them up and down your pussy. He presses them lightly against the centre of your panties and presses, feeling the wet slick that has gathered from his teasing touches wet the pads of his fingers through the material.

The sound of the video continues, as you listen to this person talk about his victory over the opponent who is stirring back to consciousness below him.

“Hoseok, people are calling you the ultimate underdog, what are your thoughts and response on this claim?” The man interviewing him asks.

You watch on as the guy who you now know as Jung Hoseok pulls out his mouthguard, a trail of saliva following before he begins answering the question.

You lose your focus on the video as the pressure of Jungkook’s fingers causes your eyelids to flutter. You try to concentrate on the video playing as much as you can, trying to take in every word Jung Hoseok says as your want to know grows.

What you can gather is this man’s media training is spot on from what you have listened too, with poised and professional responses. But you’re once again torn from the screen as both of Jungkook’s hands move to your sides slowly and slips his fingers between your hips and your underwear.

The warmth of his skin feels blissful against your own as he begins to pull them both garments down, pulling his lower lip in between his teeth as he grins up at you when he watches as your slick coats the lace and your inner thighs.

“Jungkook,” you moan out loud, “d-do you know him?” Your words stutter as they fall from your lips as the cool air makes contact with your cunt.

Jungkook doesn’t register your words as he watches as your string of arousal snaps and coats your thigh in thick arousal, causing him to grunt once more and press a kiss to your lower thigh, right above your knee.

“J-Jungkook?” You try again.

“What is it babe?”

Gathering your words once more, you reask your question about the unknown man in the videos. You turn your phone around to show who it is you’re asking about.

He raises his head and looks at your phone. Barely a few seconds go by and Jungkook goes back to wrapping his arms around your thighs, palms resting against your legs to pull you further towards your mouth.

“Jungkook!” You giggle, surprise in your voice as he places each leg over his shoulders.

He shrugs in response. “Yeah, I know him briefly,” he starts, lowering his head back towards your cunt. He points his tongue, closes his eyes and runs the wet muscle along your slit from your ass to your clit. You can’t help but lift your hips to chase his mouth. Your grip on your phone tightens as your knuckles turn white. “Don’t know him that well. He isn’t on my level babe,” he finishes with a wink.

Jungkook flattens his tongue this time dives straight in for your clit, watching as a trail of his saliva drags across your clenching pussy. Your instant reaction is to close your thighs around his head and you can’t help but giggle when Jungkook groans from the pressure on either side of his head.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask, wondering if he had seen this thread before or at least heard what you are playing. As you finish your sentence, Jungkook releases your legs from clenching around him, the cold air once again making you shiver and temporarily forget what you asked.

He spreads your legs and noses at the apex of your thighs, taking in the scent of your arousal in between your legs. You moan quietly and tug his head closer to your sweet cunt. “I’m thinking about eating your pussy right here.”

Jungkook licks over your wet folds teasingly. And again. Taking your clit into his mouth, he sucks harshly, causing a multitude of whines and whimpers to greet the open air.

You whine, something missing. “Please, fingers, please.”

You pick up your phone once more and unlock the screen. Opening up the Twitter page and scrolling until you find the most recent video posted from sixteen hours ago attached to the thread. You play the video, waiting with small anticipation to hear exactly what is being said from this Hoseok person.

Jungkook leans back in and dives straight back into your pussy, his fingers part your lips as he drops his head and slurps at your juices. Sticking his tongue in your hole, he laps up every drop of precum leaking from your pussy.

Following your demand, Jungkook brings his thumb up and presses into your clit as he eases his forefinger inside you. He works his finger in and out of you for a moment, watching as your hand comes down and fists into his hair as you open your legs further for him. The deep breathing of Hoseok and gravelly sound of his voice seeps out of your speakers once more as Jungkook’s attention is half on the video. You pull at his hair hard as your focus is split between Jungkook making out with your cunt and the video of your boyfriend being trash talked.

“He’s never fought anyone with an ounce of skill. He’s picked at the easiest lot, giving him a false power trip when he beats them,” Hoseok hypes. “Take Kyung-soo for example… the kid is a novice. Beating someone like Kyung-soo is not an occasion where nearly half that hype was deserved…”

You arch your back in pleasure as his tongue sucks and laps inside you, rubbing along your inner walls, back and forth deliciously. The contrast of the cold air and his hot mouth on you have you lifting your hips for him to take more of you.

You exit out of the video and hear Jungkook let out a bitter laugh at the words from Jung Hoseok. The vibrations from his laugh causes you to shiver. His tongue kisses his teeth and then proceeds to probe against his cheek the same way he does when he becomes irritable. Looking up from between your legs, Jungkook watches you lazily scroll through your phone. His

The next video beneath it reads:

“Jung Hoseok CALLS OUT Undefeated Reigning World Middleweight Champion Jeon Jungkook To Fight On The Grandest Stage in Las Vegas.”

Clicking on the new thumbnail, you feel Jungkook's pace subconsciously pick up as the words from Hoseok seem to be making some effect over him and he is taking it out on your messy cunt. In this video, you can see that Jung Hoseok has set his camera up in the corner of the boxing ring in what looks like a dark training centre. There is a free standing heavy duty boxing bag set up in the middle with targets spread across the synthetic vinyl.

“...This is what real boxers do. Jeon is not a real boxer. I have been prompting him and his team to fight me for several weeks now and we’ve had NOTHING!! No responses, no correspondence, nothing!” Hoseok stops talking momentarily as he opts for showboating to the camera, throwing fists into the bag in front of him. Impressively, he hits the marks on the targets one after another in a perfect sequence, something both you and Jungkook don’t want to admit. After a minute of punching, he stops and turns to the camera once again. “Real fighters make fights fucking happen. You’re scared. You’re scared of me. And if you aren’t, then fucking prove it. Put your title on the line against me and I promise I’ll make it worth your time…”

Looking down at Jungkook, you can see his brow is furrowed, the words of Hoseok clearly affecting him more than he wants to let on. “Babe, are you okay?” You ask breathlessly.

Jungkook adds a second finger into the mix and fucks them into you harder, feeling you open up further. Your eyes tighten in pleasure as he sinks in knuckle deep and curls them at the very last moment, caressing every inch of your walls and scissoring you at a rapid pace. The sounds of your juices squelching obscenely is all Jungkook wants to focus on. “You’re so fucking hot like this. But if you’re going to use your phone, at least be useful and record me fucking you with my tongue” he mouths into your pussy and the coil in your stomach tightens with his words of what’s away to happen.

Your clit is beyond overstimulated and your muscles tighten as he is two knuckles deep inside of you; it’s all exactly what you need to drive you over the edge with a pathetic squeal.

Your body tenses and your thighs tighten around his head once again, trapping him there while your mouth opens and your eyes roll back as an inaudible scream takes over you. You ride out your intense orgasm and while your body is falling apart, Jungkook doesn't stop, roughly finger fucking you through your high, overstimulating you and causing a second orgasm to rip through you.

Minutes go by and by the time your orgasm has subsided, your body feels light and overall drained of every possible feeling. You’re able to settle your breathing eventually. You press the back of your hand on your forehead and dab away at the built up perspiration that had gathered. Your legs continue to tremble from your orgasm as Jungkook moves your legs from his shoulders one by one and places a kiss on each of your thighs.

In your moment of lust, you had totally forgotten about the video you had playing. Picking up your phone once more, putting in your passcode and watching as the video plays automatically where it left off.

Hoseok continues. “You claim you’re the best, you claim you’re the greatest boxer of our generation but so far you haven’t given me or anybody else any proof of that. Holding a title belt proves nothing if you can’t own it correctly.” You both stay silent, the room feeling smaller as you listen. “You’re nothing Jeon if you can’t prove it. I could spark you. You nickname yourself ‘Lights Out’, but I’ll be the one to shut your lights out in minutes. I am giving you the biggest opportunity of your fighting career, at least be man enough to take me on…”

When it looks like Hoseok is coming towards the camera to eventually turn it off, he stops right in front of the lens and shows a tauntingly sinister smile. Lifting a boxing glove up to his mouth, he undoes the velcro strap around his wrist with his teeth and shimmies the glove from his hand, freeing it to eventually take off the other. He spits out towards the ring mat and looks one final time into the camera lens. This is a much different man to the one who had primed and composed responses in the first video.

“And bring your girl with you — if we’re not going to bet money and title belts then I’d absolutely bet on her ass.”

Those are the last words before the camera is cut off.

Both your body and Jungkook’s seize at the mention of you. Bringing you into his call out is a low jab to Jungkook and causes a tense clouded atmosphere to fill the room. Normally when someone is trying to catch Jungkook’s attention, they take hits at his fighting skills but nobody has gone far enough as to mention his relationship.

Hoseok seems to have found Jungkook’s one weak spot and is pressing his fists into it, attempting to rile and wake up the bear. It’s clever but insanely stupid on Hoseok’s part. But if he wants a reaction, he is certainly getting it.

“Jungkook, what are you going to do?” You ask weakly, almost like you are the one that has overstepped a boundary.

He moves his arm from your grip, stands up and you drop the phone onto the fabric of the couch. Jungkook begins pacing back and forth around the room in front of you, a look of seriousness and concentration laced with anger is etched onto his features.

Turning around to make his way out of the room, he snatches his own phone from the dining table and leaves the room.

You pick up your phone and scroll through the comment section of the video to find it filled with peoplefrom all around the world who are eager to see this fight happen. There are remarks around you thrown in there and you can only hope that Jungkook doesn’t see them. But you know that won’t be the case as this is now all plastered on social media. News outlets are bound to pick this up.

Five minutes pass and Jungkook ventures back into the living room. He doesn’t look quite as antagonised as he did when he finished the video and left the room, but you know to allow him a moment to think and calculate his next move. Jungkook looks at you sympathetically and bends down to pick you up. You’re quick to wrap your legs around his lithe waist as his hands secure you from your ass.

Jungkook kisses your lips with vigour, a little harder than earlier as he pushes his tongue against your lips and tangles with your own. It’s a little messy but filled with hunger.

“What are you going to do, baby?” You whisper against his lips, reattaching your mouth to his once more as he tightens his grip on your ass and pulls you impossibly closer.

Breaking the kiss once more, Jungkook looks into your eyes and smiles. “He wants a fight? Then he’s getting a fucking fight.”

1K notes · View notes