#why the fuck do I always make my ocs overpowered as fuck

[aesthetic-uni]

Me: *Writing a story*

Brain:

Me: Don’t fucking do it

Brain: :)

Me: Don’t you fucking dare

Brain: :)

Me: I just want a normal goddamn-

Brain: THIS CHILD IS A CHILD OF THE UNIVERSE WHO WILL FOREVER HAVE THE LOVE OF THE UNIVERSE UNCONDITIONALLY AND THUS HAVE THE POWER OF THE UNIVERSE COURSING THROUGH ITS VEINS, THE UNIVERSE UNCARING BUT IT IS CRUEL TO THOSE WHO HARM WHAT IS THEIRS AND THEY WILL MAKE IT KNOWN-

#uni talks about the universe #writing #uni writes about the universe #hEH #why the fuck do I always make my ocs overpowered as fuck #I SWEAR I DON’T INTEND TO #but EVERYTIME I give them a power #they end up killing god #or becoming god #also getting a pretty dress in the process because dammit I love pretty dresses and anime girl transformations #but hey more powerful = more trauma #and more trauma = character development #…at least in my mind that’s how it works #most of the time #sometimes I just sprinkle trauma on them for no reason

[onlyswan]

summary: in which a shameless ex-lover makes your bad day worse and jungkook can’t help but to go wherever you are.

> fluff, dashes of angst / wc: 4k

> warnings: mention of blood bc oc gets scratched :( + is ready to throw hands at jk’s ex and then cries lol, taehyung cameo and mentions of yeontan :P + a line of jk reminds me of the orpheus drabble <3

note: last one for a while as i take a rest from writing and process jimin’s album <3 reblogs and feedback are always appreciated! it goes a long way :]

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“jungkook, you’ve been in there for an hour! answer your phone!”

you click your tongue in annoyance, bouncing your thighs up and down as you fiddle with the controller and collect your kills with reckless tenacity. the ringing of the third phone call he’s receiving in the past ten minutes is overpowering the volume of the game, which you turned all the way down just enough so that you can faintly yet clearly hear it. well, right now, you can’t anymore. again.

“baby, you’re home?!” jungkook yells in surprise, and you spare him a glance.

half of his naked torso is peeking out of the bathroom door, and he looks like a maltese puppy who heedlessly jumped into a swimming pool, hair still dripping wet and pure excitement painted all over his face.

“who’s calling anyway? you can answer it for me!“

“can’t. i’m playing call of duty.”

“you’re what?!” he exclaims, but his voice enters your ear then escapes from the other as you remain deeply absorbed in the game. he disappears for a minute before emerging from the bathroom, half-naked with a striped white and khaki towel wrapped around his waist down to his knees.

you’re situated on the floor with your back leaning on the couch. he stands beside you with his hands on his waist, watching the television screen in sheer curiosity, which then morphs into astonishment. “wow, you’re actually playing it… i haven’t seen you touch your controller in months. but why are you sudden- yah! what is this? how are you doing so good?!”

the phone lying on the center table lights up once more. the incessant noise is seriously getting into your nerves and you’ve had enough of it, gritting your teeth as you snap. “i’m begging you. answer it. or i might break something.”

the irritation embedded in your voice makes him jut out his bottom lip sadly. more than that, your facial expression and body language evidently scream that you’re feeling on edge. you didn’t even bother to let him know that you’ve come home, and he’s uncertain if you nearly muted the volume because you don’t want to listen to the ear-shattering sounds of ammunition being fired or you don’t want him to hear them.

he picks up the phone per your request, eyebrows knitting in confusion when he fails to recognize the number flashing on the screen.

“it’s an unregistered number. i don’t know who- oopsie-” he scrunches his nose, chuckling because he accidentally ended the call when he muted the device. it vibrates with a new message from the same person not too long after.

“it’s my ex?” he blinks with a blank expression on his face. he intently reads the content of the text, tugging at the silver ring piercing the corner of his lower lip. “uhhh- she’s… asking me to put in a good word for her… because she applied to be an in-house choreographer at- at the company.”

on the other hand, you feel like a bucket of ice water was dunked over your head at the mention of your boyfriend’s ex-lover. your vigorous focus on the game wavers, but luckily, you’re already so close to finishing, and you still maintain half a mind to end the game in your own terms. the word ‘victory’ flashes on the giant screen, and you almost break down into tears because god knows you needed a fucking win today.

jungkook gasps in amazement, whipping out the camera app to capture a photo of your achievement. “did you just fucking win solo versus squads?”

the thing is… you’re not the biggest fan of these games. sure, you play occasionally (only using his accounts because you like how he already has most items unlocked and you can freely play around… you like to pretend that you’ve never been scolded for making him rank down before), but you prefer the relaxing types with adorable and colorful graphics. and just like he said, you haven’t touched your controller in months, which must be the reason why he’s pleasantly surprised. you won’t be shocked if you get bombarded by his gamer friends to play with them tomorrow, by the looks of your boyfriend proudly typing away at his keyboard while smiling from ear-to-ear.

“don’t move on too fast.” you breathe out a deep sigh before standing on your feet. “which ex? that bitch you broke up with because she kept on picking stupid fights with your friends? and now she wants to work with them?”

the combination of your harsh intonation and the recollection of dreadful memories make him wince. that relationship didn’t end on good terms, so this is confusing to him as well. it was a person he wholeheartedly liked, but they barely lasted six months because the way she treated those who are near and dear to him, unkind and discorteous, eventually turned him off and made him nothing but angry. she tried to convince him that she could change, but it was his decision that could no longer be changed.

does it even matter? he didn’t dwell on it too long, anyway. because then, he met you.

“yes,” he shortly answers, flipping his phone so the screen is facing you.

your brain chooses to not register any of the other characters used in the text except for those at the end: the flirty ‘Thanks babe! I miss u so much. See u around soon. Let’s catch up’ and winking emoji blowing a red heart next to it. you release yet another sigh, this time shaky and frustrated, and you gently move his hand aside to get the phone out of your sight. a headache is beginning to blossom at your temples, and you truly do not have the energy to deal with this bullshit right now.

“you must know how i feel about this, right?”

“i’m not sure-”

“like if she calls you ‘babe’ infront of my face i won’t hold back and i will claw her eyes ou-“

“okay, okay, baby, i got it!” he chuckles, taking a hold of your arms to pull you closer to him. he plants a sweet kiss to your lips, hoping that would aid in putting your mind at ease. “i won’t let her call me that again, hmm? or do anything that will make either of us uncomfortable for that matter.”

“good. i trust you. do whatever you want.” you speak softly, giving his rosy cheek light pats. he always looks a dash more attractive when fresh from the shower, so entrancingly hypnotic when bare-faced that it makes you want to fall on your knees and worship the stardust making up his existence.

unfortunately, your mind is too clouded and restless and you can’t stay to admire him some more. you withdraw from his hold, the cold drops of water from his hair sliding down to your forearm and you wipe them away on his towel.

“i’m going out for a bit. i need to buy something at the convenience store.”

you don’t wait for him to answer. you head straight to the bedroom to collect your essentials.

“wait for me. i’ll go with you!”

you return wearing a long purple jacket over your blue t-shirt and white sweatpants, also carrying your phone, wallet and pepper spray.

“i’ll be fine alone. i got this.” you wave the small bottle infront of him before stuffing it in the pocket of your sweatpants.

the front door rings as it opens and shuts, and jungkook despises the weight sitting on top of his chest— heavier and heavier with your absence. he still wanted to insist on tagging along, worried because it’s already late at night, but he gave up when he sensed that you really need to be left alone.

“shit, let me take care of this first.” he tilts his head to the side, and then the other, cracking his neck before he scrolls through his contact list to make an important call.

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the soles of your sneakers scratch the rough asphalt as you lazily drag yourself to the convenience store. you’re having one of those kind of bad days- you woke up this morning mad at the world for a reason you couldn’t decipher, and it only got worse after you left the house for work. you brushed against someone while chasing the bus and the zipper of their bag scratched your arm that it bled uncontrollably. the nearest restaurant to your workplace was closed and you had to walk an extra kilometer. you didn’t have the time to text jungkook and complain about the shitty day you’ve been having. and you had to suffer the bus ride home beside an old teacher from high school who never ran out of uninteresting stories to tell.

oh! and how can you not mention that you were subjected to remembering that your boyfriend fell in love with other people before he knew you? the mere mental image of jungkook being emotionally and physically intimate with somebody else is a strong punch in the gut that makes you want to run in a corner and hurl.

and to rub salt on the wound, his ex-girlfriend, who is more than comfortable to reach out to him with an old term of endearment, wants to work at close proximity with him after saying ‘i miss you so much’… was the ‘so much’ necessary? was saying ‘i miss you’ necessary at all? you don’t know her intentions or if she even has any, and you don’t care if they’re good or bad. you simply cannot bear the idea of having to be constantly plagued by these vexatious musings.

maybe a good cry would help, but the tears won’t come out of your stinging eyes blinded by bright and flickering neon shop signs lined up beside the street. they’re saltwater in your lungs, making it difficult for you to breathe and to make sense of why you don’t feel like yourself today. it’s hormones. it’s always the hormones, you try telling yourself.

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you’re sitting infront of the glass wall separating the sidewalk and the convenience store, watching the humans and the cars speeding past without much thought in your head… except for the hellish torture you’re inflicting on yourself. you sniffle loudly as you chew the spicy noodles in your mouth. your tongue is tingling and almost numb, but you lift up the flimsy wooden chopsticks to eat more of it because somehow, this is exactly what you needed. perhaps, it wasn’t accidental when you ended up pouring most of the buldak sauce.

however, your own little bubble gets popped by a tattooed hand you recognize all too well. it sets down a bottle of cold water infront of your cup of noodles.

“hi there.”

jungkook kisses the top of your head before occupying the stool on your left, which is the second seat farthest from the door that chimes every time a new customer walks in. he is very much not naked anymore, wearing a plain white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. his hair is still damp, bangs forming a perfect comma on his forehead, and the thin silver chain dangling from his delicate neck sparkles when the light grazes it.

“aigoo, why are you so messy?“

the doe eyes behind his glasses smile at you warmly as he wipes your swollen lips, the paper napkin you’ve been neglecting now stained with the dark red sauce.

“you’re here?” you ask dumbly, wanting to slap yourself right after the words escape your mouth because yes, what the fuck, he’s here. he’s touching you, and he’s real.

“of course, i’m here,” his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek before he answers, sounding upset. he removes his glasses and places it on top of the long white table. “i just wore the first things i saw then speedwalked here. i was sorting out the laundry and your handkerchief had blood all over it! care to explain?”

you guiltily avoid eye-contact, reverting your attention to the food as you poke and mix the noodles that have gone dry due to the cold air. “you didn’t have to. i already cleaned the wound twice- my left arm just got scratched.” you shrug your shoulders meekly. “i had a bad day, that’s all.”

“who do i have to fight, huh? who hurt you and ruined your day?” he takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, lifting it up to make you look at him. his sincere concern is written all over his widened round eyes and creased forehead. “tell me, baby. i’ll make them pay.”

“well,” you anxiously sink your teeth on your bottom lip, a hesitant effort to control yourself because the particular word tastes too sour on your tongue. “your ex was just my last straw, you know? i don’t even want to call you ‘babe’ anymore.” your voice gradually quiets down in exasperation.

“why not?!”

you roll your eyes with a huff, pushing his hand away. “you’ll just remember her every time i say it.”

you grab the bottle of water, twisting off the cap and hissing when its ridges scratch the heel of your palm. you take big gulps of the beverage, feeling refreshed after the burning onslaught that assaulted your mouth.

“oh, come here. you- i need you closer.”

you squeak when you feel the heavy metal chair moving closer towards jungkook’s direction, one hand flying to your mouth and the other gripping his shoulder in fear of falling. he jokingly copies you when you send him a sharp glare. he puts an arm around you to affectionately hold the curve of your waist, anchoring his elbow on the table to rest his face on the palm of his hand.

“i took care of that, alright? i asked the company and they told me they put her on the waitlist. pretty sure she knows, too- that she’s not getting the job.“ he raises his perfectly shaped eyebrows in jest, playfully sticking out his tongue. “i told her i can’t help her, and not to contact me again in the future because i’m in a committed relationship. with you.” he squeezes your hip to reiterate his words. “then i blocked her number. i thought i did it before, but i guess i forgot to? ah, i don’t know!”

a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips and he happily grins when he notices, deep dimples making an appearance. unable to resist the urge, he briefly draws closer to kiss your cheek.

“besides, i forgot she even existed. why would i think of her when my favorite person is right infront of me? that’s absurd.”

he was truthfully flabbergasted at the foggy memories that resurfaced when he read her name, had one of those ‘oh, that’s right, this happened,’ and ‘why the fuck did i like this person again?’ moments.

“you’re the only one i think of when i hear the word ‘babe’. and when i hear love songs, or breakup songs, because they make me imagine us breaking up and i get so fucking sad.” his expression crumples into a look of sheepishness after spitting out the unplanned confession.

it’s terrifying at times, how an imaginary breakup with you feels more painful than his past heartbreaks combined. he almost lost you once, and he won’t let that happen again. he removes his hand on your waist to tenderly caress your hair when you bury your face in your hands.

shaking your head, you giggle at the genuine distress lacing his voice when he said the last sentence. “what are you saying?”

and then it finally happens.

restrained sobs replace the carefree giggles racking your body. your hot tears soak the palm of your hands until they drip down to your wrists. your frail voice comes out trembling, shattered, and disgustingly vulnerable for a space scattered with prying eyes and ears.

“…i just- fuck, i don’t want to say this but- i don’t think you understand- that i’m selfish. and i want you all for myself. i can’t stand that everybody wants to have you. i hate it, jungkook.”

your name rolls off from his tongue with a soft sigh as he pulls you in for a tight embrace. the comfort of his love and warmth further breaks you down, and you almost make yourself bleed to keep your cries quiet. his silken lips brush against your temple before he puckers them for a kiss that lasts four, five, six… seconds. you begin wondering if he might just stay like this forever, not that you mind, until he detaches himself to speak and you hear the smooching sound that signals the end of it.

“shhh, trust me, baby. i do.” he rubs your shoulder to soothe your tensed up body. “but i don’t care about that. they can die trying because i only want to be yours.”

you swallow the lump in your throat as his reassuring words tug at your heartstrings. you wiggle out of his secure arms, wiping your tears with the paws of your jacket as you force a smile. “it’s embarrassing. i don’t want to cry here.”

“how about in there, then?” he teasingly undoes the third button of his shirt, exposing more of his honey skin to the cool air. it reveals the rest of his silver chain, and his defined pecs are also peeking out. you whine in protest of his scandalousness, pounding his chest lightly with your closed fist.

he chuckles, corners of her crinkling with mischief as he buttons himself up again. “i’m kidding, i’m kidding-” he cradles your face in his hands, gingerly wiping away the tears still rolling down your cheeks.

between the two of you, he admits that he’s the one who cries more easily. it takes a colossal build-up of emotions for your tears to be released, and today’s influx caused your sink to overflow at long last. seeing you weep, it feels like a direct stab to the heart— especially unbearable, twisting deeper, when he’s part reason why. even so, it’s a big relief when the weight you’re carrying is being unloaded. but he understands that you don’t want to do that here… not here.

“as if you’ll let someone steal me away from you, huh? i know you, you cunning minx.”

you feign innocence, batting your eyelashes. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“that’s exactly what i’m talking about.” he smirks before planting a chaste kiss on tip of your nose. “don’t cry anymore. i love you.”

“i love you, too. but-” you sniffle, frowning at him as you motion at the cup of noodles infront of you. “why did you have to go and make me feel better? i don’t feel like finishing this anymore. it’s too spicy.”

“yeah, i can tell. look at your face. oh-” he squeezes your puffy face in one hand. “you were already crying eating that, poor baby… i’ll just finish the rest, how about that?”

“please,” you smile sweetly, delighted with his preposition. “i’ll buy ice cream. do you want anything? beer?”

“beer-” his face lights up like a christmas tree when it dawns on him that you said the word simultaneously.

you beam proudly, recounting the time you’ve been well-acquainted with every nook and cranny of jungkook’s essence of being. “did i pass the test? i’m taking my master’s degree in kookology.”

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after jungkook finished your spicy noodles, he claimed his appetite only treated it as an appetizer and it demanded to be served ramyeon for the main course. that brings you to this moment, your boyfriend applying bandaids on your arm while he waits for his food to be cooked. concurrently, you devour your cone of vanilla ice cream.

“babe, i think two is enough.“ you attempt to stop him from opening another one of the teddy bear patterned bandaids. he found them displayed by the counter when he paid for the ramyeon, and only then did he realize that he forgot why he ran to you in the first place.

“they’re not- it goes all the way down your elbow.”

and you can’t argue with him because he looks undoubtedly pissed off, his expression instantly darkening when he saw the damage that damn zipper did to your skin. if this happened to him, he would be in a terrible mood for the rest of the day, too.

he plants a healing kiss on top of each one and your heart flutters at the loving gestures, but you feel a little ridiculous walking around with three bandaids running across your arm. you decide to wear your jacket again in order to hide them, since you’re freezing beside the airconditioner anyway.

jungkook starts eating his second round of noodles, but not before boasting that he perfectly separated the wooden chopsticks unlike you. you roll your eyes at his cocky grin and tiny dance of celebration, taking another bite of the cone you’ve consumed halfway.

the two of you comically freeze at the same time when a familiar ringtone tickles your ears.

“who would be calling at this hour? it’s 1am!” jungkook puts down his chopsticks to fish out his phone from the depths of his pocket, his thick satoori accent slipping out as he chides the person on the other line. he shakes his head with a laugh when he sees the name written on the screen. “ey, of course, it’s him again. i knew it.”

you watch him with an amused smile, his reaction giving you an inkling of who it is.

he answers the video call and props up the phone on his tall can of beer, grabbing his chopsticks to resume eating. “hyung, did you just wake up again?”

judging by the background, taehyung is in his gaming room. the given keywords being messy hair and eyes as puffy as yours, you’re pretty sure the answer to your boyfriend’s question is yes.

his deep and rough voice rumbles through the speaker. “jungkook-ah, i just caught up to our gc. where’s ___?”

“with me. why?” jungkook answers, words muffled as he chews and bounces his legs with the pleasure of having his food craving beyond satisfied.

taehyung ignores his question for the second time, instead calling out your name to catch your attention.

“whyyy?” you mimic his sulky tone, slightly shifting the phone to the side to show him your face.

you snicker when he flashes you his famous boxy smile, almost choking on your ice cream when his following remarks cause jungkook to throw a fit.

“play with me. no one else is awake and i’m getting bored of jungkook. he doesn’t want to play new games.”

“yah! you know i can still hear you, right?!” he takes a break from chugging his beer to throw his retort.

“i know, i wanted you to.” taehyung blows a raspberry at his best friend.

you grimace, stealing the opportunity to butt in before their banter lengthens. “listen, i’ll play with you if you let me play with tannie again.”

he opens his mouth to answer, but he quickly closes it again to stare at you nonchalantly. you impatiently quirk an eyebrow at his silence. “soooo?”

“wait there. i’ll think about it.”

and then he ends the call.

jungkook throws his head back, bursting into vibrant laughter after witnessing the interaction, and your head drops on the table with a pitiful whimper.

with bam staying at the training center for the meantime, you awfully miss the rush of happy chemicals flooding your brain in the company of man’s best friend. it was two weeks ago when you and jungkook hung out at taehyung’s house. you spent some time with yeontan at the park after you complained about getting bored watching them play ‘i’m on observation duty’. and he wasn’t… very happy when his dog started flat-out ignoring him in favor of your presence ever since you came back from the walk. tannie was adamant on sitting on your lap during dinnertime, even almost following you past the front door when it was time for you to leave.

“aww, my baby.” jungkook strokes your back with faux sympathy. “he hasn’t moved on from it yet. give him some time… maybe, like, five more minutes?”

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[w98pops]

TW: SUICIDE MENTION, VIOLENCE

i knew i said i would take a little break, but ive been mentally declining a lot and drawing my silly guys is my way of coping. I never actually properly drew Wendy from 2301, so im filling in the blanks.

I'd like to think of her as a person who never actually... grows up. She just kinda gets taller and more sad over time. Wendy was always very vulnerable but cheerful, and House kinda groomed her into a serious and politically aware person, still unbelievably vulnerable but a viable subject nonetheless. I always had this problem with writing her relationship with another canon character, no one realistically would give a fuck about her and her opinions. Sure, maybe Arcade will pity Wendy because she's "stupid" from a neurotypical point of view, but other than that, she doesn't have any weight in any political conversation that's going on in the Mojave. So I made her really fucking stubborn. Annoyingly so. Wendy just... gets the job done. She's resourceful, efficient and very easy to manipulate. A perfect fit for a House's courier, I think. She doesn't question his orders, she does not care for consequences as long as she has House as her cover (a trait she inherited from her step-father) and she's sometimes sociopathic and numb to voices of empathy. Not in a "edgelord murder killer girl" way but more like. She doesn't see people who hurt her as humans. A coping mechanism that would probably be the end of her, sometime in the future. I mean, she did confront Benny and got really physical. There was no way she could've win a fight against a grown ass man, and Benny did beat the shit out of her, but in the end he was the one with a cracked open skull. I just like to think that her pure madness and helplessness was enough to fuel her mind and overpower something she had no chance against in the first place. SPEAKING OF CHANCE. That's why I think she would totally get along with Chance, the Khan from the comic. I don't really put a thought about how he would've survived or joined her, but they're pretty much soulmates. They have very different backgrounds, personalities, literally anything, but Chance recognises her rage. Her inability to do what's right and the constant fight against unfightable (?) circumstances she's facing every day. I'd like to think he's autistic too. As a treat.

So yeah, she's super uncertain about anything in her life, and that makes her a very useful tool in the hands of a right man. Mr. House mastefully manipulated her personality in a conventional way, taught her the secret and mysterious knowledge of "masking" and sat her down for a few years to teach her ways of the capital and created this really sad but smart and charismatic politician with no real political voice whatsoever. She's also very cute and sweet looking so yeah. He made himself a Tandi. 😭😭 Also he scanned her brains, which would totally not be a big plot point for the future.

Almost perfect, but Sharky is here too, for some reason. He's the biggest pain in the House's ass since Benny. He has a certain emotional intellect, not easy to bribe or manipulate in mental or physical way, he really fucking cares for his sister, and is very aware of the things The Big Guy does to her. See, Sharky wasn't raised by his sister, she was a child herself at that time, and his mother didn't play much role either, too busy bickering with Aletus and then later too busy drinking and fucking in Gomorrah. Sharky was raised by the Strip and the rules of Wasteland. He might not be the smartest guy alive, but emotionally he's mature beyond belief. He's very observant, empathetic and cunning person. Even tho he was mute most of his childhood because of child neglect and untreated autism, he has incredible social skills and a Yes-man in his basement he found while renovating the Tops. He has a plan. Not a good one, but a plan nonetheless.

I have so much OC material I'm ought to write a fanfic. Or a comic, idk. In my dreams, sure, but it's still refreshing to talk about my ocs and draw them, and recieving feedback and praise for my storytelling skills 😭😭😭 it means a lot. Thank you all for reading this far!!!

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #oc: wendy #oc: sharky

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hello Ara Ara Anon here.

Kinda digging your profile Gun having a seriously face lol. Which made me think of what would Gun and Goo hate to see in thier Date or in fight.

And what would be thier auto "marry me" reaction during thier date/ situations.

Hello again Ara Ara anon! This is probably one of my fave expression this guy pulls. It's just so relatable. Thanks for the ask - and I could see Goo falling for the ara ara OC heh.

Fight Reaction: Marry Me!

Gun values competent people, he would have needed to have heard of your reputation first to pique his interest. It would make sense if you were making a name for yourself as a high ranking executive in Workers, climbing to the top with a ruthless tenacity. You're efficient and ambitious and you wanted the crew business all to yourself. Because why do these little boys get all the fun?

Couple that with you being strong? What a way to get his attention. Gun's instant marry me though? This bastard... Daniel breaks 1 arm and this pervert can't stop thinking about him. Imagine if you broke all his limbs.

Goo is one sadistic fucker. Similar to Gun, you would need to overpower him during a fight but he doesn't need the context. He couldn't give a shit who you are, but where have you been hiding with your pretty claws and vicious grin? Having someone like you beat him up is hot. It eases the sting of the loss somewhat.

Goo is sitting there, bruised and bloodied by you, which is already a turn on. Then you lean in and grab his chin:

"Ara ara... What a disappointment you turned out to be, Goo Kim."

He genuinely would blurt out "marry me" in this moment.

Fight Reaction: Fuck You

Gun loves fighting. He really believes in the beauty of the it, the movement, the skill, the raw feel of throwing punches and kicks. Connecting and ripping through skin, breaking bones. He doesn't care if you fight dirty. Go ahead and grab some weapons. Adds more spice.

However anything that would ruin the fundamental of people beating the shit out of each other would upset him, more so if it's illegal.

"You dumb motherfucker. Are you ruining my fun with a gun"

and if you tried to jab him with a syringe full of questionable drugs like what happened to Samuel? He'll really show you what Shiro Oni means.

What can I say, this guy has his principles.

For Goo, you would have thought anything goes with this blonde maniac but he hates being underestimated or thinking someone is going easy on him. And combine that with you getting the upper hand? He loathes your trash talk.

"You call that a punch"

"What is that stance"

"Have you ever even used a sword before"

He would be going feral with rage, frothing at the mouth, aiming to kill. If you manage to get him to this stage and still nothing?

"Was that supposed to hurt"

Please also see the above scenario - he would likely have the most confused boner.

Date Reaction: Marry Me!

Apart from the obvious fighting prowess, Gun would love someone that could easily be playing 5D chess and challenging him.

He's smart and perceptive but if he tells you about his day and you manage to catch something he's missed? Or offer him a better solution? God. He's always done this on his own, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad with you.

You would need a pretty wicked and wild streak yourself to seriously be with someone like Goo. You 2 together are loose cannons and a general danger to society. And your ideas of a date aren't the most... traditional.

Someone pissed Goo off and you suggest some casual arson? Grand theft auto against a guy who parked too close to his precious car? Identity theft of someone that tried to rip him off? Yep babe, you're the one.

Date Reaction: Fuck off

It likely will never get to this stage if they get even a whiff of something amiss.

Casually sleeping around is one thing but Gun and Goo are pretty thorough with researching and scoping people out, and that's no different for a potential date. They know the kind of traits they like and respect. If you don't fit the bill, then this ain't happening.

The only real thing both Gun and Goo would hate is if either of them misjudged you. They thought they saw a partner and an equal but you're not measuring up. Either you're too nice or normal or moralistic or just naive. This would never work, they need someone that understands the way of their world. They would have no qualms breaking up or just straight out ghosting you.

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[cljordan-imperium]

4.11.23 Flash Fiction

While most of my OC's are still running around in complete chaos, I did manage to to pin two down for a short blurb from a past prompt by @flashfictionfridayofficial

“You know, I don’t understand why you’re being quite so hostile.” Beelzebub tilted his head with a slight smirk on his face as he regarded Abriella standing before him, looking completely nonplussed.

“Am I supposed to look thrilled to see you, Beel?” She huffed out a laugh, “come on, you know me better than that after all these years?”  Abriella couldn’t keep the bemused look off of her face.  Had he taken a lightening bolt from Zues to the head?  “You stroll into a peaceful realm and try to setup camp and think I wouldn’t hear?  And I thought Luc was the Prince of Pride.  He’ll be wounded!” His smirk was now matched with one of her own.

“I wasn’t doing bad, till you and your,” he gestured to Arioch, Andronicus, and Orpheus behind her, “little friends there showed up.  I seem to overpower their strongest warriors. So, yeah, I did.” The condescension and arrogance in his tone and written across his handsome face made her want to smite him just for that.  

“Happy to ruin your plans, Beel.  I do always like evening the odds.  I’ll even make it sweeter and let you take me on, one-on-one, if you think you’re up to it.”  Now she was the arrogant one.  Arms crossing over her chest, hip cocking out to the side, the challenge was even reflected in her eyes.  “That is, unless you’re afraid of one little female….”  She let the last word drag out and hang in the air.

“We both know that you are far from just one little female, Abriella. Now, now, don’t try that with me.”  Beelzebub surveyed around him as he shook his head and chuckled.  He was truly fucked with four of them there.  Just her, and he might have been able to escape, but she had backup.  When he got out of this fucking realm he would find out who had betrayed him, and they would suffer painfully for it.

“Try what?”  Her lashes batted and a coy smile flitted across her lips, even her voice went all sing song.  Abriella couldn’t help toying with the handsome Prince.  Too bad such a handsome face and delectable body was just the casing for a soul as rotten as an avocado half left on the counter overnight.  

Beelzebub’s head tipped to the side and his eyes rolled brainward.  Of course she just wouldn’t charge him and get it over with.  Those red nails on the tips of her fingers really were claws and he was the mouse that she was toying with.  Eventually like all good predators, she would pounce; it was the waiting he hated.  “You know, we could team up, you could switch sides, beautiful.  We could make a really good team.”  Maybe charm would work.

Now he got a laugh, a real one.  Its melodic sound seemed to reverberate off the stone walls of the cavernous building she had cornered him in.  “I did not know you considered me a fool.  You cannot talk your way out of this situation.  No, you’re going to have to fight your way out.  The door is behind me, so…you want to live to try and beat Leviathan to laying claim on free realms of creation….you’ll have to conquer me and mine.” Her chin lifted in defiance as the tip of her sword impacted the stone floor, chain lightning in purple, pink, teal, and white skittering across the floor in all direction and charging the air around them all.  Skin tingled, the air crackled, and there was a hum that could be heard.  “I’ll even let you have first swing…”

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[sofoulandfairaday]

Forgive me if you've already said this, but where can I read your fics? Your opinions are always very interesting and I am intrigued to see them developed into a story.

Ya can’t lmao

No, see, I mostly write for myself because I enjoy it and therefore it’s shameless self-indulgent content. I cry when writing sad scenes, I giggle at the crack-y ones, I get flustered with the smut, I spend hours researching the little details like book titles and whether jasmine grows in Venice or not and what the magical hierarchy of cities is and how dark magic can also heal and not just destroy and how not to make the characters overpowered because that is such a pet peeve of mine. It’s very VERY specific to my taste and I overthink every single word I write (yes, the curtains are yellow for a reason). I do have a very long 50+ chapter WIP which will maybe be published when finished. Since every fucking chapter is about 8K words long it will never be finished and no one will ever bother reading it ihihihihi.

(Just publish the first chapters!, you say. I wish I could write linearly, I reply)

Also, there is another HUGE problem. Most of my stuff is written in Italian. The very few excerpts on here are translated. Do you know how hard it is to try and convey the precise feelings you had when writing something, the word plays and the very specific descriptions in another language? It’s a whole job, and a boring one most of the time, which means that my Anna Karenina length fucking fan fiction (not even close to finished) has to be translated by me in my nonexistent down time. Also, I used to be one of those people who bitched about GRRM, but MAN my story has maybe spiralled into 100 different directions and I have no idea which version of the characters I want to stick to, what order I want to give certain events, and if they are IC or not anymore. Can you tell that I’m a perfectionist and I make even fun things unfunny?

Which is also why I’m so behind with the fics I want to read and review both in eng and ita. I DO see the new stuff published and I have NO time to look at it let alone tell the author what I think.

(Also I erase half of what I write because cringe and I have a self-insert OC - double cringe - that was meant to be a fun minor wink wink character in two (2) chs that has become important so now it CAN’T be a self-insert and i have to make psychologically complex except now she’s too bitchy and then she’s not bitchy enough to the point she is nothing like me now which kind of invalidates the point entirely. Also, I hate everybody else’s OCs so why should my writing have one when I could concentrate on other characters?? Except I can’t give her role to anyone else unless I rewrite half of the whole thing so I am stuck and-)

When Olivia Rodrigo said and I hate every song I write and I’m not cool and I’m not smart (and I can’t even parallel park) that’s me :))))

I am so sorry anon by the way this wasn’t meant to be a rant you’ve just opened Pandora’s box and now I’m afraid I come off as a little unhinged. I am honestly flattered that you would send this, bless you. You’re my favourite ❤️

WITH THAT BEING SAID, there is something of mine on the internet (most of it SUCKS). Unless you know Italian you won’t be able to read it though. My account on a very popular Italian fanfic site still has my old little Bellamort song fics from when I was 13 (I can’t even bring myself to cancel them because cancelling them would mean opening them and opening them means I combust from the cringe). My views of the characters have also changed and I stand by NOTHING lmao. There is also some new stuff which is all smut (some I’m proud of and some I’ll delete as soon as I get over myself and just open the damn site) and maybe one (1) one-shot that I’m actually proud of.

And in English? The only thing that has ever been translated in English as of now is 8K+ words of filthy (and I mean filthy) PW very little P smut which I will not link on an account that actual people from my actual offline life might find (it’s hard enough to explain what’s on here) . However if you know me it’s not impossible to track down (or you can just dm me). There is no deeper meaning or philosophical themes or anything like that tho; if you’re attracted to my thoughtful metas where I quote and dissect the book passages or my quirky headcanons where I tease the characters, this is not that. This is just them fucking.

Sorry ❤️

#I think I exposed myself with this one #it’s literally THE most flattering thing in the world to receive an ask like this #idk why you would want to #but it still makes my day

[a-snow-decahedron]

25!!!

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

I HAVE TOO MUCH ACTUALLY.

I'm gonna talk both about some hyper-specific UTDR headcanons and under the cut about some OCs I guess.

Frisk is the kind of kid who will tell a very morbid or dark thing they saw once without losing a bit. This is never relevant to the fics unless i choose to change my mind later.

Oh yeah also they live in Latin America but I only reference this in very vague ways because why not they're my fics.

Undyne also had a bunch of overpowered OCs as a kid. Must be the Asgore influence on his kids, her main ones are knight princesses. She hides old drawings in her piano music sheets.

Toriel is a very calm person and won't get sad easily but making her laugh is not difficult and she's LOUD. She'll be walking to a class and just burst out laughing on the hallway but is unable to explain the joke.

Papyrus is a fucking troll, actually this is canon. He is always expecting you to think he is about to talk shit about his brother and baits you because no he isn't. "I'm housemates with a bag of trash /trashy, in the kitchen!" (im rusty on memorizing dialogue sorry :c

Carmin (an OC from when I was 8) had red hair because i was obsessed with it and she's fucking named after a fancy shade of Red which makes it even funnier.

For that one HK fic:

The wanderer (1st narrator) would probably wear a beret if they knew about them just for the vibes. Their companion (who I call trihorn for short) doesn't know them enough to be able to tell if they're ironic or not about it. Oh yeah they also used to write poetry. It was not great but they tried.

Trihorn used to get drunk on honey-based alcohol on their younger days, so they can deal with hangover better. They're a decent singer too. I have more angst planned regarding them than the wanderer for some reason which is funny because i didn't intend for them to be relevant when I first wrote them Hmmmm

Remember what I said about Frisk casually saying really dark things?Harsata (whose name I keep misspelling with a J) is usually the recipient of stuff like that from whoever she's working with. She's the equivalent of those popular Tumblr blogs who get really weird anons and she's just like "ah yeah, we all know that." Oh she also makes lanterns with lumaflies.

There is this OC who I'm writing right now whose name spelling keeps changing a lot too (Tori, may change to Tor, Tory, Vico i have not settled). So do the character's pronouns. I think they're just gender fluid, honestly you ask them their gender and they just respond something like "helmet".

And uh that's it for now.

#ask game

[yoonpobs]

bad boy good thing | m

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)

words: 3, 451

summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing

“You’re so pretty like this,” Jungkook whispers against your cheek but it’s nothing like sweet nothings that would comfort you.

No. It’s dirty, it’s relentless when he hooks his fingers upwards against your spongey walls while his other hand clamps on your mouth to keep your gasps at bay. There’s nothing that you can do when he has your pleasure quite literally in the palm of his hands.

“Mmph.” You groan, hips bucking upwards despite your mind telling you that this was wrong, that you weren’t like this.

But Jungkook had a way of clouding your conscience and leading you to unmapped territories when he looks at you with his doe-eyes that looked nothing like innocence but more like trouble.

Jungkook’s absolutely brutal when he finger fucks your pussy until it's squelching within the bathroom walls, nearly overpowering the music from outside. You’re pathetically whining and moaning under him, back stained with sweat while he presses you against the sink. When he looks at you, it’s almost worth it.

Almost.

“This fucking pussy gets wet only for me, yeah?” He growls, eyes barring anomalistically when he releases his other hand from your mouth to grip your chin to look at him.

You can’t control the moan that you let out when he drags his fingertips across the spongey surface of your cunt, your hole fluttering around his long digits that hypnotised you every single time.

“J-Jungkook—” You gasp when he presses his thumb against your clit, your wetness lubricating the movement until your legs shudder around his hips while his eyes zero onto your pussy.

The way he revs up his spit at the back of his throat should’ve been disgusting and you should’ve run for the hills, but Jungkook had a way of making everything you were taught to avoid look appetising because a dollop of his slaver drops directly onto your clit and you feel your stomach clench.

“Fuck. You’re such a slut, aren’t you?” He hisses, “Acting so prim and proper on the outside but you just wanna get fucked like a dirty little secret, huh?”

You shake your head when he pounds harder into you that your body is hiking up the sink with the force he’s exerting into shoving his fingers into your pussy. Tears of ecstasy or shame—you don’t know—but they’re accumulating at the edge of your eyes and threatening release, just like your orgasm that’s impending.

“You’re a liar.” He spits at you and it’s not as malicious as it should be because he’s smirking, a grin so menacing but addictive that you can’t help your dazed eyes that fall onto his face.

Your hand is gripping his shoulder while the other holds onto the sink because your pussy is spasming around his fingers and your wetness is everywhere. It’s on his jeans, fingers, and the remnants of your juice taint his lips—and you feel your stomach clench harder while your mind grows fuzzier.

“N-Not lying.” You whimper.

Jungkook scoffs like he doesn’t believe you, “You’re a liar. You’re a bad girl, aren’t you? What’s everyone going to think if they see you fucked out with just my fingers?”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he leans down in one sudden motion that you can’t even catch up with and envelopes your throbbing bud into his mouth and sucks. Sucks so hard that you scream and you’re sure the partygoers know exactly what’s going on in the bathroom.

“Jungkook!” You scream, clutching his hair.

He chuckles darkly against your pussy but doesn’t relent his actions. The dark locks between your thighs make everything much harder to focus on, but all you can feel and see in Jungkook.

“N-No—I c-can’t—fuck!—” You’re not pushing him away but your hips are unconsciously grinding against his mouth when he finger fucks your pussy all while giving you the beautiful stimulation from his hot mouth.

“You’re going to cum for me and drench my face, yeah?” He mumbles into your pussy but it’s nothing short of demanding, “Gonna eat your fucking pussy clean.”

You’re so close, so so close and Jungkook feels it. He’s generous today, hooking his fingers deeper, and harder until—

“Fuck!” You scream.

Jungkook smirks against your pussy, knowing he’s found it. And Jungkook is someone who doesn’t stop when he knows he’s doing well, he just goes harder. That’s exactly what he does that pushes you over the edge.

He hooks his fingers until you’re nearly lifted off the sink, but his hand presses against your stomach to keep you still, prolonging the intense feeling of pleasure mixed with pain.

“J-Jungkook—f-fuck, I—can’t—p-please—I’m c-cumming—” You’re a blubbering mess and you’re outwardly crying, and Jungkook loves the tears that stream down your face as a result of his hard work on your pussy.

“Cum for me pretty.” He rubs your clit vigorously as he pulls away just to see you unravel.

And you do, so intensely and captivatingly that Jungkook nearly cums himself on the spot. But you were a sight to behold when your face contorts in pleasure, pussy clenching uncontrollably while you spurt the evidence of your orgasm all over the sink and onto Jungkook’s clothes.

Your orgasm is all too long and too short, but it’s good. It sends you away to a spiral of acute gratification that doesn’t disappoint. You barely make out Jungkook’s darkened but pleased expression when your body shudders from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

When you come down, and you blink your eyes to come back to the world—the first thing you see is Jungkook’s stained shirt like he spilled water on it but it was just the proof of your arousal and his effort.

Jungkook tugs you close to make sure you see the way he sticks his three fingers into his mouth, smirking at your wide eyes.

“Good girls taste the best.” He hums.

You blush despite the fact he’s seen the worst and best parts of you, hiding away from his keen gaze when he leans down to chase your lips.

“The p-party.” You mumble.

Jungkook scoffs with a wicked grin on his face, “Bet everyone heard how loud you get for me.”

You grimace at the thought of walking out there, where your friends and peers are after the session Jungkook put you through with the redness on your cheeks that could only allude to one thing.

And what you did with Jungkook comes crashing down onto you all at once, even if your stomach still flutters at the pleasure he’s given you. You weren’t like this. You didn’t follow men into bathrooms and let them stick their fingers into your pussy just so you could chase your high. You didn’t let men like Jungkook touch you the way he did when he squeezed your cheeks to look at him.

You broke all of the rules you made for yourself, compartmentalised in your brain—and you can only blame—

“Jungkook.” You say softly, eyes looking up to him and you’re sure he sees your dried tears, “This has to stop.”

For the second time of the night, Jungkook looks like he doesn’t believe you. And that’s probably because you don’t even believe yourself.

Jungkook smirks, “You say that every time it’s over but you’re the one looking for me when I’m gone.”

“I don’t look for you.” You frown.

He scoffs.

“You don’t? Then why would the esteemed _____ who sets the fucking curve all the damn time turn up at a house party where she doesn’t belong?”

You purse your lips and look away. You both knew that parties were not your thing and definitely not one where a bunch of drunk college students was involved.

“You know the only reason I’m here tonight is because of Jimin and Tae.” You snap.

He rolls his eyes before caging you into the sink, and you realise that your skirt is still lifted up—wetness sticking your thighs together in an uncomfortable way that makes you wince.

“And where are they now?” He sneers, looking at you in a mocking manner.

You clench your fists by your side and try to look brave in front of Jungkook. There was no reason why he had this effect on you when you were older than him when he used to worship the ground you walked on when you were children. Now that the tables were turned you had no clue how to navigate it.

“They’re—they’re …” You appeal helplessly, “Does it matter?”

Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek in a way that you noted came from a childhood habit turned attractive, and you hate yourself even more for feeling your heart flutter.

“That’s what I thought.” Jungkook snorts.

He pushes himself off the sink and away from you, and you unconsciously find yourself chasing him. Jungkook notices this but chooses to just smirk at you. You try to glare at him and convince both of you that you didn’t want him, that you wouldn’t come back.

But when Jungkook cups your jaw with his right hand and brings his lips to yours before he leaves, you know that choice was never yours, to begin with.

Sana approaches you out of the blue after one of your lectures and you know something is up when her eyebrows are raised.

“Hey, ____!”

You turn around, nearly slamming into her when she steadies herself, eyes inquisitive with a knowing smile that you don’t like.

Sana was one of those people in college that you were friends with purely for convenience. She was in a few of your lectures and somehow always ended up in your group during projects; so it was strategic for you to maintain an amicable relationship with her.

You thought you could see yourself being good friends with her, but she was far too extroverted and involved in campus affairs. Not that was a bad thing—but it was bad for your social ineptness and lack of engagement in social settings. And the fact that wherever she went, gossip seemed to follow.

“Sana.” You greet with a small smile.

She nudges your shoulders before the two of you fall into similar steps as you make your way out of the lecture hall.

“How have you been?” You know it’s small talk and that she’s easing you in, which only settles the anxiety further at the pit of your stomach.

“I’ve been busy.” You shrug, “Mid-terms are around the corner.”

She snorts, “By corner you mean two months down the road and you’re just being an overachiever?”

You blush at being called out and you know she meant no ill-intent. She laughs at your reaction while you offer her a sheepish smile in return.

“It’s always good to be prepared.”

She nods her head as the two of you approach the outdoor student lounge where a few other college kids were either dozing off or typing away on their laptops for last-minute assignments.

“So I heard …” Sana trails off and you sigh knowingly, already somewhat prepared.

“You heard …?” You parrot.

“You and Jeon are close, right?”

You stop in your tracks when you hear his name, as you feel her stop right behind you while you tuck your laptop to your chest.

“J-Jeon?”

Sana nods when you turn around to face her. You hope she isn’t as observant as you think she is because your face is undoubtedly red right now.

“Yeah. Jungkook.” She reaffirms.

“We’re … we grew up together.” You tell her, “With Jimin and Taehyung.”

You made sure to include your other two friends because you didn’t like where the conversation was going, and you needed to ensure there was some form of distance established between you and Jungkook, not wanting to further entangle yourself with him than you already are.

She raises an eyebrow, “So you’re close?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“I guess you could say that. We went to the same high school so it was natural for our paths to cross.”

Sana nods her head slowly as if processing the information.

“Why—”

“But you’re older than him, right?” She asks with a tilt of her head.

You blink at her, then you nod. Redness on your cheeks already appearing.

“Yeah. B-But … I mean by only two years. It’s not like that’s a lot.” You say defensively.

You weren’t sure why you felt the need to clarify that because there was no reason why Sana needed to know that you were just two years older than Jungkook. It was the type of information that was unnecessary and redundant given that she clearly pointed out the fact you were older.

Sana hums before looking at you with knowing eyes, but you try to pretend like you don’t see it.

“And you’ve never fooled around before?”

Her question makes you choke and causes heat to rapidly rush to your cheeks.

“What?” You cry, “Of course not!”

Sana looks at you dryly before schooling herself with a neutral smile.

“None at all?” She pries, “But he’s so hot?”

You roll your eyes, already wanting to leave the conversation, knowing it wasn’t the wisest decision to have allowed it to prolong this far after Jungkook’s name was brought up.

“He’s like a litter brother to me.” You snap.

You hate that you know you’re lying through your teeth because you would have not let a little brother do the things Jungkook has done to you.

Sana nods, sides of her lips twitching upwards at your answer.

You sigh, “What is this about?”

She waves you off.

“Just wanted to know if he was single.”

You raise an eyebrow, heart nearly stopping at the insinuation.

“Okay …?”

Sana smiles up at you like she wasn’t interrogating you on your apparent relationship with Jungkook, a young boy turned bad with the realism of college-hood and social interactions that you can’t even compare him to the boy you knew from high school; all awkward and limbs.

“My friend’s asking. You know Jennie?”

You almost turn pale. Because of course, you know Jennie because she’s beautiful, popular, outgoing and everything that you weren’t; and everything Jungkook should’ve liked—and you were sure he did.

“Y-Yeah.” You stutter.

“She always thought you two were together so she never made her move. At least I can tell her that isn’t the case.” Sana chirps.

“Y-Yeah … you can.” You mumble, eyes looking away and the only thing plaguing your mind is the visual of Jennie and Jungkook together.

“But I always did try to tell her that she was in her head about the two of you.” Sana laughs.

You turn around, and your heart knows you should keep your mouth shut but you were always too curious for your own good.

“Oh?” You furrow your eyebrows.

“Yeah.” Sana shrugs, “I mean. You’re top of the class, Ms. Student President and always put together. And not to say Jungkook isn’t but … he’s not exactly like you, you know?”

You know that. Because every time you look at old pictures of you and Jungkook you already felt the disparity, the clear-cut chase that he was at the top of the food chain while you were always left with the leftovers. You weren’t the type of girl that hung around Jungkook’s circle and he wasn’t the type of person you would hang out with.

The two of you weren’t young anymore and Jimin and Taehyung weren’t able to be that bridge between the both of you either. You and Jungkook were so drastically different and it scared you because you remember a time where you thought he was the endgame.

“I guess you’re right.” You say softly.

“Anyways. Sorry for bothering you!” Sana smiles before tugging her bag over her shoulder and offering you a small wave before she darts off in the other direction.

You’re left standing in the middle of the lounge with a heavier sense of dread on your shoulders, and the image of Jennie in your mind. She’s pretty. And you bet she’s nice too, but fun enough for Jungkook to want. Nothing like you.

But you shake your head off with the thoughts. You didn’t even deserve to think about this because Jungkook was never yours. Even if he tempts you with his words and his scalding touch, you were just someone familiar to him.

He didn’t want you.

You purse your lips and will yourself not to shed a tear in public, so you quickly turn on your heel to head towards the library; where the world is a lot quieter.

“Did you see this?” Jimin leans closer to shove his phone in front of your face.

You frown and ignore him, but he’s like an annoying brother who won’t budge when he waves the device even more.

“What?” You snap, eyes shut in irritation.

“Damn. Who pissed in your cereal?” Jimin mutters.

You roll your eyes and sigh, looking at him with a softer expression.

“Sorry.” You wince, “I just had a bad day and … I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have unloaded it on you.”

Jimin smiles at you pitifully before turning to face you, placing his phone downwards on the table.

“You wanna talk about it?”

You think about what’s been bothering you and you can only think of Jungkook. How he pretended like he didn’t know you after he fingered you in the bathroom at a party. How Sana didn’t think you and Jungkook were possible. How Jennie was interested and she was gorgeous. How Jungkook would be too.

“Nah.” You wave him off, forcing a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes.

Jimin eyes you sceptically but you rest a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“You sure?”

You nod, before cocking your head to his phone.

“What did you want to show me?”

He blinks at his phone and then picks it up, already in a different mood when he opens his device to his Instagram page.

“Did you know Kook and Jennie were a thing?” Is the first thing you hear after Jimin shows you a video that makes your heart drop into your stomach.

It’s Jungkook—and Jennie.

But that’s not it.

They’re kissing, quite passionately and people are egging them on when Jungkook slips a leg between her thighs while he cradles her face against his own. You see people cheering and hollering when Jungkook slips his tongue into her mouth, and Jennie smiling against the kiss.

It was at the party. The party where he fingered you and kissed you on the lips before he proceeded to pretend like he didn’t know you and disappear.

You wonder how you missed all of that.

“______?” Jimin calls out to you.

You blink up at him before he looks at you with a confused yet concerned expression.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks.

You clear the lump in your throat, and your point is proven. They do look good together.

“I-I …” You mumble, “Yeah. I’m okay.”

Jimin doesn’t believe you and he sets his phone down, but before he can say anything a new figure joins you at the table by slamming their stuff down.

When you look up, you see Jungkook—and it hurts so badly when you recognise his cocksure smirk with his eyes trained on your face.

“What are the two of you whispering about?” He snorts, settling into his seat.

Before Jimin can say anything, you push yourself up abruptly that startles both Jimin and Jungkook.

“I have to go.” You blurt.

Jimin furrows his eyebrows, “Are you really okay—”

“Yes.” You say tightly, packing your belongings as quickly as you can without sparing Jungkook another glance.

“You’re not even going to say hi?” Jungkook asks, and if you were in a better headspace then you’d hear the slight irritation in his tone.

You purse your lips, but still, keep your eyes away from him. You don’t respond to him, and neither do you flatter Jimin’s concerned stare.

But before you can leave, Jimin grabs your wrist and your breath hitches, head-turning slowly to face him while you ignore Jungkook’s heavy gaze on you.

“Text me?” He says softly.

You knew from Jimin’s eyes that he’s worried, and you felt slightly guilty for leaving him behind like this when you promised him to study. But you couldn’t be around Jungkook right now. Not when your mind was everywhere and you were confused about everything.

Not when the video exists.

“I will.” You reply, equally as soft.

You tug your hands away and don’t spare Jungkook another glance before you’re rushing out of the library, the lump in your throat more apparent than ever.

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[lavishedinjimin]

Crybaby (m)

— synopsis: he calls you crybaby, crybaby. but you don’t fucking care.

↳ Pairing: jungkook x reader ↳ genre: smut ↳ word count: 9.6k ↳ warnings: dom!jk, sub!oc, oc is small in height, rough unprotected sex, oc cries a fuck ton bc sex is too good and cock is too big for her, daddy!jk, little!oc, choking, spanking, intense dirty talk lol are we surprised, jk’s lowkey a sadist, SIZE KINK, big dick kook, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, face fucking, name-calling, degradation, taehyung makes an appearance because why not, this is just one big porn without plot thank you 

cute people: @seokjoontae​ @gwccivante​ @pompurii​

A/n: Before you start reading, the OC that I imagine in this oneshot is small in height, so if you read words like ‘little’, ‘small’, and ‘tiny’, please don’t get offended or feel hurt! It’s just the way I pictured this OC, but you can completely ignore that if you want and paint your own. Everyone’s beautiful in whatever shape or form! <3

It was a cold, rainy day and you were walking along the paved sidewalks. Holding onto your umbrella with both hands as you tried to prevent it from folding upwards from the harsh wind, the only thing that was keeping you going -- was café that you’d always go to before work.

It was called Jeon’s Kitchen. It was a café that was super underrated for its location was hidden from the busy streets, yet it served the best coffee and pastries that you’ve ever tasted in your whole years of living.

You push the door of the café and the bell rings, signaling your arrival. The fresh smell of baked bread and coffee instantly hits your nose, and you almost roll your eyes back from its heavenly scent. Folding your wet umbrella close, you greet the man from the other side of the glass counter. “Good morning Mr. Jeon!”

“Ah, Y/n, here you are,” he smiles back at you, his forehead wrinkling as he wipes his wet hands on his apron. “Good morning to you as well! You look very happy this morning. Why’s that?”

You approach the counter as your boots create wet marks on the wooden floor. Letting out a giggle, you replied, “Thank you, sir. But there’s no big reason, really.”

You ordered your usual brown coffee with banana bread and sat down on an unoccupied seat. “Your friend Jimin isn’t with you today?” Mr. Jeon asks and you shake your head.

You chewed on your food as fast as you can before answering his question, “Jimin got on sick leave, Mr. Jeon.  I’m all alone today!” You sing-songed your last words jokingly, making him laugh.

“Oh, you wouldn’t—”

“Hey, dad.”

Your whole body jumps in surprise as a man, dressed in all black with a leather jacket, bursts inside the café, all soaking wet.

You were so frightened from the sudden outburst that your heart was pumping rapidly in your chest.

“Jungkook? What are you doing here?” Mr. Jeon asks quizzically, “And why are you so wet?”

Mr. Jeon’s son, Jungkook – as you supposed – smirked for a quick second before pushing his damp hair away from his face. You gulp, cheeks blushing at the embarrassingly hot sight.

“Dad, stop talking like that before I –”

“You know what I mean!”

“Okay, okay! Well, my car broke down today so I got it towed then I had nothing to do so I decided to help you with work.”

“Oh, that’s great then!” Mr. Jeon scans the room and locks eyes with you for a long second, and you swiftly pry your eyes away. Mr. Jeon grins, “Keep that gorgeous young lady over there company before she goes to work.”

And before you even knew it, Jungkook was right in front of you with his hands on the table, leaning down as he stared at your stunned face with a smirk.

“Hello.” He speaks, his voice sounding like honey and charcoal mixed together.

You swallowed the nervous lump on your throat before replying, “Hi.”

“Is it okay if I sit here for a while, hm?”

You nod your head.

Jungkook chuckles and does what he says. He rests his arms on the table and intertwines his fingers together. His eyes burn deeply into your own and you couldn’t seem to look away. You felt your cheeks blush and turn into a deep shade of red, not used to a man this handsome so close to you.

Jungkook studies you for a moment, scanning you up and down before squinting his eyes. “Do you not talk?”

Ouch. You felt a sharp sting on your heart, immediately lowering your head down. “S-sorry,” you half-whispered, avoiding eye-contact. This man in front of you not only looks handsome and cute, but he’s got a sharp tongue.

“Ah, no, please. I apologize. I was just shocked, that’s all.”

You lift your head up, “Shocked? Why?” your shyness was slowly fading away and he observes this.

“I wasn’t expecting a girl like you to be so shy and quiet when I first laid my eyes on you.”

Oh? You didn’t know how to respond to that, but it made your heart flutter nonetheless. You smiled at him, and he smiles back.

“I haven’t gotten your name yet though, haven’t I?”

Your body hastily prompts up, “Oh, yeah. I’m Y/n, nice to meet you.”

“Y/n,” he licks his lips as he says your name slowly as if testing how it rolls off of his tongue. You bite your lip at that, making you squirm in your seat.

“I like it, you have a very pretty name. Just like you.”

Before you can react or even respond to that, he cuts you off. “I’m Jeon Jungkook, nice to meet you.”

“N-Nice to meet you too, Jungkook.”

Perhaps dating Jungkook was the best decision you’ve ever made.

Pinned against his bedroom walls, Jungkook leans down as he kisses you. His lips completely control yours, his dominant side showing and overpowering you. You keep moaning onto the kiss and that makes him groan. “Fuck, baby,” he sighs, scattering gentle pecks on the skin of your neck, “You like how I kiss you, hmm?” his big hands wander down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze and causing you to moan.

“A-ah, Jungkook,” you whimper, his hands not leaving your butt. Jungkook smirks and pulls your body closer to him. You were so small that you literally had to tilt your head back to look up at him. He leans down to kiss your lips once more, but it was rougher. He wraps his whole left arm around your body, tugging you firmer, while his other hand cups your right cheek. He controls the kiss, your tongues fighting together and you couldn’t keep up with him.

You keep whining in the kiss, your hands gripping his shirt in a loose attempt of telling him to slow down. Your cheeks were flushed in red, blushing by how turned on you are for him.

Jungkook chuckles, stopping the kiss. “You keep moaning into the kiss baby girl, what are you, hmm? A little schoolgirl who got kissed for the first time?” he teased, your face redder than it already was. Jungkook suddenly growls darkly, the deep sound finding its way down your core. “Your little whimpers turn me on so fucking much.”

Your eyes widen from his crude words, feeling your panties soak. You rub your thighs together, and your boyfriend sees this. He smirks, lifting your small body with his strong arms and carrying you to his bed.

He sets you down gently with a grin, pushing the stray hairs away from your face. “You aren’t a virgin, aren’t you, baby?” he asks with a quirk of his brow.

You shake your head, “N-no… why?”

He chuckles, “Good. ‘Cause I don’t plan to fuck you like one.”

You almost moan with just that sentence, every little thing that he does turns you on. He suddenly grabs your legs and pushes them apart so that he can kneel in between them. Lifting up his black shirt, your mouth waters from the sight of his toned body. A quiet whimper escapes your lips as you bit on your index finger.

“Bet those little panties are soaking wet right now, huh?” he snickers, playing with the hem of your cotton shirt. “Let me take this off, okay?”

You whimpered, quickly placing your hand on top of his as you stopped him. You shake your head side to side, your eyes drooping.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Jungkook’s heart clenches at the sight of you and quickly leans down to caress your cheeks lovingly, “What’s the matter, my baby?”

“I-I,” you tried to start, “I’m not v-very pretty…” Your voice was shaking and you attempted to cover your face with your little hands, but Jungkook didn’t let you.

He firmly catches both of your wrists in his right hand. His eyes were burning holes in yours, “Don’t talk about yourself like that, Y/n.”

You gulp, noticing how he addressed you by your first name, and not the usual ‘baby’. His tone got more serious, his eyebrows creasing down.  

He slowly creeps a hand beneath your shirt, feeling the soft, delicate skin of your tummy. Jungkook sighs, caressing your lower stomach with his big hand, massaging it gently. “You are so beautiful, Y/n, and you should believe me when I say that.”

He leans down lower to kiss your delicate lips tenderly, full of love. “You know I don’t lie to you. You’re the most beautiful and perfect girl I’ve ever met, and I’m so fucking lucky to even have you. Your body’s a blessing, baby. Be proud of it, yeah? Will you let me see your gorgeous body?”

His words immediately made you feel better, and it was surprising how he can control the way you felt. You felt so loved whenever you’re with him, a feeling that you’ve never felt in a long time. You were definitely the luckiest girl in the world.

Nodding your head, you gave him permission to remove your shirt. He smiles and slowly lifts the clothing up and throws it down on the floor. He eyes your body up and down, noticing how his cheeks blush in the faintest of pinks. “Shit,” he breathes out, “you’re a fucking goddess.”

Jungkook wastes no time to spread wet and sloppy kisses down the valley of your exposed breasts and down to your stomach. “J-Jungkook,” you moan, and a loud gasp escape your lips when he wraps his mouth around your left nipple, sucking and flicking on the hard bud.

“O-oh, y-yeah, Jungkook, mhm …” you throw your head back when he starts playing with your other boob as he continued to flick and bite on the little bud. Gripping a bunch of his hair, Jungkook growls from the feeling. He pulls away with a loud ‘pop’ and moves to your other boob to give it the same attention.

Jungkook’s hips were involuntarily humping down on you, feeling his hard cock rubbing on your thighs. You whimper, bucking your hips up to him in an attempt to feel some friction. He chuckles, “Needy little girl.”

He moves away from your body and you whine from the loss of contact. Jungkook only smirks and starts to unbutton his jeans, pulling the clothing down and tossing it to the side. Your mouth waters from the sight of his clothed cock. His cock looked long and thick from the way it was outlined from his briefs.

“Jungkook,” you mewled, biting your lip as you pleaded at him with your eyes.

He brings his hand down to tease you, palming his clothed, hard dick as he keeps eye contact. He was smirking, loving the way your body squirms on the bed. He grips his cock and strokes it up and down slightly. The image of him throwing his head back, his neck slowly starting to bead with sweat, his large hand palming his dick was enough to make you cry out loud.

“You want it, baby?” he asks with a raspy voice, crawling back to you.

“Yes, p-please,” you begged, but Jungkook shakes his head.

“M’gonna eat you out first. Gonna need this pretty cunt soaking wet for me before I fuck your little hole.”

Jungkook wastes no time and rips your shorts away, and he sees the little wet patch on your cotton panties. “Fucking hell,” he groans, his eyes rolling back to his head as your smell hits his nose. He rubs your clothed folds with his thumb, the slightest action already making you moan. “Damn, baby. You’re so sensitive. When was the last time you got fucked, huh?”

“L-Long, long time ago—oh my god, Jungkook!”

Without a warning, he pulls your panties down and licks a harsh, bold stripe from your dripping wet hole and up to your clit. He does this a second, a third time before you’re already begging and gripping on his hair. He circles his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves, careful not to directly put his tongue on it.

“Please, w-wan’ more.” You mewled, eyes closed shut.

Jungkook suddenly prods the tip of his tongue on your entrance, collecting all of your gushes and wetness and letting himself taste you. He growls, his hand comes up to play with your clit using his thumb. He circles your bud gently as his mouth plays with yours slick. Your pussy throbs when he replaces his hand with his mouth, harshly sucking on your clit as his tongue flicks on it at the same time.

“Fuck! J-Jungkook,” you sobbed, bucking your hips up for more, “I want m-more, please, please, please!”

Jungkook gets turned on from your endless pleads, sucking on your clit harsher and flicking it faster. “Tell me how my tongue feels on your pussy, babe,” He groans animalistically, and the vibrations it caused made your whole body shake in pleasure.

“It f-feels so good, so good,” you sob, “I want more of it, please!”

You felt a finger prodding at your entrance, and your body writhes. “Shh, shh, baby, baby,” Jungkook coos, “Let me prep you up, baby girl.”

You hold onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he slowly sinks his middle finger inside your tight pussy. You gush around his finger, more of your liquid starts to drip down as he slowly fills you up with a single digit. Your eyes roll back, mouth agape as you couldn’t seem to form any words.

“Thaaat’s right, that’s a good girl, hmm?” he smirks, watching how your hips buck up, “Gonna have to prepare you for this cock, right? Don’t want your little pussy splitting into two.”

Jungkook starts to thrusts his finger in and out of you at a normal pace, watching how your face contorts in pleasure. You were a whimpering mess, your forehead forming a layer of sweat, your pussy clenching tightly around his finger. Jungkook’s cock seems to twitch every time he hears your little whines and moans, your cute noises turning him on to the max. He feels precum dripping down from his tip, making him groan.

Without saying anything, Jungkook shoves a second finger in, stretching your walls out good for him. “Ah, ah, ah, there we go, there we go, baby,” he sighs, licking his lips.

“Jungkook, I-I’m so close,” you whimpered, eyes watery.

“You are?” he teases and fakes a disappointed tone, “My baby girl’s already close? Oh what a shame, I wanted you to cum on my cock, not on my fingers, baby.” Even though you know that he was playing a displeased expression, you still took it to heart. 

“B-But your fingers – aahh – your f-fingers will make me cum!” you cried, tears already dripping down your cheeks as you felt him fuck you faster, his thumb circling your clit at the same time. The nerves in your clit send electrical currents throughout your trembling body.

Jungkook growls as something snapped inside of him when he saw your tears. He wanted to see you sob.

“Yeah? They will?” he fusses, “Oh, I’ll be very disappointed if you cum right now, baby. You wanna make me mad?”

You quickly shake your head, sniffing, “N-no!”

“Then don’t fucking cum.” He growls. 

The combined feeling of your walls getting stroked by his fingers and the way he was playing with your clit made it super hard for you. More tears seem to escape your eyes when he suddenly hits your g-spot deliciously. “Oh, right there!” you cry out, breathing heavily.

“Right here, baby? Ohh, you like it right here?” he licks his lips, loving the way your body contorts from pleasure. His fingers rub and stroke the spongey feeling of your g-spot with wild ‘come here’ motions. He sees your tears dripping down your eyes as little strands of hair were sticking on the base of your neck from the sweat. Your pussy kept clenching around his digits so hard that made his cock throb painfully.

“Please please please, let me cum!” you begged in a little voice, not having the energy to yell as loud as you wanted to. You tried your best to hold back your orgasm, but the way he was fucking your pussy with only his two fingers was too much for you.

“Please, I-I can’t stand it…” More tears dripped down onto your cheek, your walls fluttering around his fingers as you were getting closer and closer to cumming.

Yet, Jungkook suddenly removes his fingers out, denying your orgasm.

“No, no!” your whole body shakes and trembles and Jungkook immediately hovers above your figure. His hands hold your wet cheeks and wipes away the fallen tears, his cock twitching.

“Shh, baby girl, baby girl. It’s okay, it’s okay.” Jungkook places soft pecks on your lips, trying his best to calm you down as you were still shaking.

You whimpered, literally sobbing as you tried to stop yourself from crying, but everything was just out of control. Your pussy kept clenching around nothing and your breathing was heavy. Jungkook places his head on the crook of your neck, rubbing your sides and he scatters kisses on your shoulder. He chuckles breathily, completely amused and turned on, “It’s okay, precious.” He lifts his head up to look at your face, all flushed and your eyes glossy, “I’m gonna make you cum so good and so hard. I’m gonna make it up to you, little baby.”

“Y-you better,” you sniff, making him chuckle.

He tugs his briefs down with one and the other wipes the remaining tears on your cheek. He hisses when his dick hits your inner thigh, stroking it a couple of times and spreading his precum.

“You like what you see, my baby?” he smirks, noticing how you couldn’t get your eyes off of his hard cock.

It was so big, you weren’t even sure if it’ll fit. Your past boyfriends couldn’t even compare to him. The tip of his cock was pouring precum and it was angry in red, the veins in his shaft prominent that made you mewl. Crossing your legs together in need, a whimper flows out of you as you felt your pussy drip. You wanted to feel it inside of you for the first time, you want him to break you.

“What are thinking, hmm? Baby?” he says, letting his thick shaft rub against your wet, soaked slit. You whimper, bucking your hips up but his hands push you back down with a growl.

“Y-You’re so big, Jungkook,” you blush, “It wouldn’t fit.”

“Oh, I fucking know, baby,” the tip of his dick slightly nudges your clit, making you mewl from the sensitivity. “I don’t even know if you can take it.”

He hears you whimper and he slaps your cunt a couple of times with his thick dick, “But you will.”

Jungkook pushes the tip slowly against your entrance, and you close your eyes immediately from the feeling. He was going so slow yet you can feel how your walls were stretching so much with just the tip.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” he curses, trying to fit this whole tip in without accidentally breaking you in half, “You’re so fucking tight, fuck, even with how wet you already are. Goodness, baby,” he chuckles, pulling his cock out as he tries to fit it in for a second time, “Pussy so fucking tiny, can’t even get the head to fit.”

He was able to push about half of his cock inside your cunt yet you already feel so full. You couldn’t stop the way your pussy was dripping more and more juices out, and Jungkook loved the way it felt. 

He notices how your eyes were getting watery once again, and this time he felt concerned.

“Does it hurt, baby? Please tell me to stop if it gets too much for you,”

“No, no, please. Please continue,” you say with a small voice, trying to control your breathing, “I-I just love the way it feels so much.”

Jungkook feels his cock pulse from your praise, and it definitely turned a switch inside of him, “Yeah, you do? Look at you, crying already. Crying ‘cause you love the feeling, huh? Love the feeling of my cock stretching your tiny, delicious cunt?”

You nod your head frantically, feeling how he pushes more and more of his cock into you. It felt like it doesn’t seem to end. “S-so…big…” you cry, sniffing. Jungkook lifts your legs up and hangs it on his shoulders, the new position caused him more room to push and his tip hits your g-spot without trouble.

“Oh!” you yell, “Jungkook!”

“Fuuuuuck!” he drags out, starting to pump slowly, “Feels so fucking good. Your little cunt feels so tight, shit, it keeps clenching, baby.” Jungkook throws his head back, biting his bottom lip.

“I’m gonna cum.” You whisper, “I’m gonna c-cum!”

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to fuck you a bit faster, hitting your sweet spot without difficulty with his thick tip. “Cum, baby, I’m not gonna stop you.”

Your eyes roll back from the immense pleasure, the feeling of a large wave hitting your body as you went through your hard orgasm. You’ve never cummed so hard in your entire life. You started seeing stars as your pussy clenches tightly around Jungkook’s cock as you feel him fuck you harder and faster through your orgasm.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, “Jung—oh my god!”

Jungkook adjusts his position and starts to fuck you deeper, his arms keeping him up as he pounds down in your cunt. He watches your reaction, how you never stopped crying and how you kept moaning and whimpering for him. He watched how your tiny figure was curled up, your legs hanging on his shoulders as it provided him more space to fuck you. He smirks and chuckles, loving how submissive you are.

“You love how I fuck you, huh, you love my cock? You love how my big, long cock stretches your tiny little cunt out? Hmm?”

You don’t respond as you were too focused on the feeling of his big cock pounding your pussy, his balls hitting your butt. His shaft was rubbing against your walls so good that it was the only thing you can think of. When you don’t answer, Jungkook gives one particular, hard thrust, his tip harshly hitting your g-spot.

“O-oh! Jungkook…” you whined.

“Answer when someone asked you a question, you bad, little girl.”

“I-I…” you gulped, “I love it, Jungkook…”

He pushes another inch of his cock in, making you gasp loudly.

“Love what?”

“I l-love how your big cock stretches me out,” you mewled, biting your lip right after. Jungkook cock throbs when your eyes meet and they looked so big. Your eyes were watery as more tears kept escaping from them, and Jungkook wanted to wipe them off of your face, but the sight was too good.

The way you were looking up at him so innocently made him fuck you harder and deeper, getting even closer to his own orgasm.

“Why’re you such a fucking crybaby, huh?” he chuckles, “Crying all this time, hmm? Couldn’t take my fingers and my cock? You couldn’t take how I fuck you raw? Fuck, baby. Cry as much as you want, I’m not gonna fucking stop until you say so.”

Saying that Jungkook was turned on was an understatement. There were no words to describe how aroused he was in this situation. He was so fucking lucky to have you.

“Deeper, please,” you sobbed. Jungkook does just that. His thrusts turn even harsher as he basically pushes all of his cock in, not caring that it might sting. “Aahh! K-Kook!” you cry, but he doesn’t care at this point. He was too in his feelings.

“Yeah, look at my pretty little girl taking all of this cock in her little cunt. You filthy little thing, you like it when I fuck you balls deep?” he chuckles when you nod your head, sniffing.

“My crybaby. I love to see you cry. Love to feel how my dick stretches that little pussy. So fucking tight, fuck.”

Jungkook feels your pussy clenching sporadically around him once more, and he senses your second orgasm. “Cum, baby. Cum around my cock again. Please, fuck. Wanna feel your walls tighten around my raw dick. Wanna see you scream my name and sob for me. Wanna see this little pussy ruined.”

That was all that it took for you to cum. Your hands scratch down his back as your walls tighten around his thick girth. Your mouth was agape as you screamed his name like he wanted to. “Jungkook! Oh my god, oh my god…” Jungkook keeps fucking you through your orgasm again as he helped himself reach his own high. You came so hard, your mind going blank as you just focused on the delicious, addictive sensation.

“Fuuuuck, yeah, oh my fucking god.” He curses, and with a few hard thrusts, he pulls out and shoots his cum on your stomach. Strings of his seed cover your skin and you moan from the sight. He kept pumping his cock with his right hand, his biceps flexing and abs tightening as he milked his cock clean.

After he was finished he flops beside you with a loud sigh. “Oh my god. I came so fucking hard.”

You giggle at that as you watch him stand up immediately to grab a wet towel from the bathroom, and coming back to wipe your body with it. He then tends to your face, wiping your cheeks using the clean side of the cloth. “I’m sorry if it was too much for you, Y/n,” he breathes out, “Seeing someone cry like that during sex was a first time for me.”

“No, i-it’s okay. I loved it. I cried because it feels too good. I’ve never felt that type of way, I promise.”

His eyes light up, his lips curving into a smile, “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nod, “I probably looked dumb crying, didn’t I?

“No, no, no! Absolutely not.” He quickly says, stroking your hair. He kisses your lips lovingly, and you can feel how much he loves and cares for you in that little kiss. “You didn’t look dumb, in fact...” Jungkook looks away, blushing a little bit as he wondered if he should say it or not.

‘Oh, whatever.’ “It turned me on.”

You lift your eyebrows up in shock, and now it was your turn to blush. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” he leans down close to your ear, and you can feel his hot breath hitting the skin, sending shivers down your back, “You looked so fucking cute like that, baby. So fucking hot, shit,” he chuckles, shaking his head, “I’ll stop talking before I fuck you again… just to see you cry.”

“Jungkook!” you playfully slapped his arm, your face completely red in embarrassment. “I’m too tired for another round.”

“I know, I know, baby. Let’s get some rest, little one.”

Having sex with Jungkook for the first time made you closer to him than ever. After that day, Jungkook seemed more protective of you. It wasn’t like he isn’t protective of you before having sex, but… things felt different.

He also acts more helpful? You weren’t sure if that was the right word to describe it, but he acted more caring than he already was.

He’d always cook for you whenever you visit him, he’d pick out clothes for you to wear and help you put them on, he’d grip your hand tighter whenever the two of you crossed the road, he’d order food for you in restaurants, and he would even massage your back whenever you came home from work. It was the simplest thing he does for you that amuses you. To be honest, it made you feel soft and fluffy on the inside. It made you feel a type of way, like you feel so protected and loved around him.

Knocking on his front door three times, you waited for Jungkook to appear as you held your hands behind your back.

“Oh, hi Y/n.” Your eyes widen when you saw Taehyung, his roommate, open the door instead of your boyfriend.

“T-Taehyung!” you stutter, completely surprised, “Hi… is Jungkook home?” you asked politely. You and Taehyung met a couple of times before, yet your conversations were always short and a bit awkward. Taehyung was a great guy, but he was always out and about so you didn’t have the opportunity to get to know him.

He was almost the same height as your boyfriend, and you still had to look up.

“He isn’t here yet, he’ll be back in a few minutes though.” He says in a monotone voice, towering over you. He looks at you so sharply that it made you feel intimidated. His eyes turned into little slits, eyeing your little figure up and down. You could’ve sworn he smirked for a quick second, but perhaps your mind was only playing with you.

If you knew that Jungkook’s roommate would be home, your outfit wouldn’t be a simple oversized t-shirt and short cotton shorts.

“Come in.” he states simply as he moves aside to give you some room. “Please act as if I’m not here.”

“O-oh,” you whisper, “okay…”

You watch Taehyung as he disappears into the hallway and goes inside his room, the door shutting with a loud bang. You frown. Maybe he had a bad day?

You still had so much time to kill left, so you had an idea. You walked up to Taehyung’s doorstep and gulped before knocking. “Taehyung? C-can I ask you something?” you say in a quiet, small voice.

“What?” he shouts.

You sigh, “I wanted to ask you about some—” You shrieked when the door suddenly flies open, revealing him wearing headsets and a PS4 controller on one hand.

“Oh s-sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“No, it’s okay,” he chuckles, “I’m having a bad day today, so I apologize if I seem like an ass.”

You giggle at that, nodding your head in acknowledgment. “I wanted to ask you if I can use some of your ingredients, I want to surprise him some food before he gets home.” You say giddily, not realizing that you’re standing up in your tippy toes.

Taehyung looks down and notices this, making him laugh and shake his head in amusement. “Yeah, of course, Y/n. You can use whatever you want.”

“Yay! Thank you!” You quickly ran back to the kitchen as Taehyung laughs at you, his mouth smiling wide as he shuts the door, resuming to his game.

Jungkook can feel the excitement bubbling in his stomach as he parks his car, knowing that he’ll be seeing you again today after such a long day. He bites his lip as he makes his way to the front door, the thought of hugging your body, of kissing your sweet lips and smelling your scent was driving him insane. He wants to feel you. To see you again.

You, on the other hand, don’t hear the keys jiggling as you kept humming to yourself as you made him his favorite snack. Jungkook opens the door and sees you facing away from him, chopping away on the counter. He creases his brows in confusion, smirking.

Jungkook crosses his arms together, biceps flexing as he quietly walks closer. He leans his arms on the marble island, watching you in amusement.

You kept humming your favorite song, not knowing that your boyfriend was right behind you. You tip-toed as you tried to open the cupboard right above you, but it was too high for your short height. Huffing a breath, you reached your right arm higher, stretching up as much as you could. Jungkook only watched with a cocky smirk, lifting a hand up as his thumb and index finger played with his bottom lip. He watches how your shirt hikes up, revealing more of your butt, how you struggled to keep yourself in your tippy toes.

Even though you’ve admitted many times before how much you hated your height, Jungkook loves it so fucking much. He didn’t understand it before, but he loves how he can easily hold your tiny little body by just wrapping his big, strong arms around you. He loves to see how you seem so small beside his tall and intimidating build. It gives him the feeling to take care of you, the strong desire of wanting to protect you as your lover. 

Besides all of that, though — the size difference turns him on.

His dominant side easily shows whenever you let him control your body with consent, letting him use your frail figure for both of your pleasure. 

A whimper escapes your lips, “Mmph!” You frustratingly yelled, fingers trying to reach for the handle.

Jungkook chews on his bottom lip, feeling his cock twitch slightly inside his tight pants. He licks his lips and chuckles darkly when you wailed.

His eyes widen, though, when you lift your knee up to rest on the counter, trying to hoist yourself up as your hands grab onto the cupboard.

He quickly strides over to you and places two hands on your waist, pressing his front on your backside. “Hey, hey, careful, careful, little one.”

Your whole body jumps in surprise, eyes expanding as you flip your head to him, “Jungkook! You scared me!”

“No, you scared me. Climbing up the counter isn’t safe at all.”

Jungkook grabs your hoisted leg and puts it back on the ground. He still kept his body pressed firmly onto yours, not giving you space. “I couldn’t reach the cupboard…” you faintly said, making Jungkook giggle.

“I know. I was watching you this whole time.”

You gasp, trying to turn your body around to face him but his strength didn’t let you. He grips your waist firmer, a soft raspy growl leaving his lips. A blush creeps up your cheeks from the sound.

“T-then why didn’t you help me?” you grin, throwing your head back so that you can look up at him. The top of your head was pressed against his upper stomach, giving you a full view of his jaw and his face looking down at you.

Jungkook sighs, wrapping his hand around your throat without pressing. He leans farther down and presses a kiss on your forehead. “Because I thought you look fucking adorable.”

“Jungkook!” you shout with an embarrassed laugh. “P-please let me finish this snack I’m making for you.” You whine, wriggling your body as you tried to find a way out of his strong grip. Jungkook further plays his game though, wrapping his big arms around your small figure, enclosing your body with his firm hold.

“Mmm, fuck, I love you, I love you.” He mutters, making your heart flutter with his words. “I-I love you too, Kook. B-but you’re squeezing me so h-hard.” Your small hands try to push his arms away, but of course, it was useless.

Jungkook gives you one final kiss on the top of your head before he finally releases you, causing you to puff out a large breath. “Oh! Thank you,” you giggle, “please, let me finish this, Kook.”

“Okay baby,” he smiles, wandering to the other side of the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. “Thank you.”

You nod your head and bite your lip, looking at his eyes. “Y-you’re welcome. But can you…” you look up at the cupboard, then back to him, “Can you please grab me the salt up there?”

Laughing, Jungkook nods and comes up to your side and opens the cupboard with no problem. “Here, little girl.”

You blush at the nickname as you grab the bottle with a blush on your cheeks. “Thank you.”

With a final kiss on the cheek, Jungkook playfully squishes your cheeks with one hand, “No need for that, babe.”

Jungkook also finds many different ways to spice up your sex life. Every round drained your energy but he had such a huge and impressive stamina.

“Jungkook, p-please, careful, careful…” you whimpered, closing your eyes tight as his dick kept pounding into your little cunt. Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle as he lifts your legs up to wrap around his waist. This position gave him better access to your g-spot, hitting all the right nerves that made you moan louder and louder with each thrust.

“Careful?” he snickers, “You want me to go careful on this pretty little pussy?” He pounds harder and deeper, making you cry out. “How can I go fucking careful when this cunt drives me wild. Drives me insane, huh? How can I go careful when you cunt keeps clenching around my thick cock? Hmm, baby?”

“Jungkook, oh my god,” you start scratching down his back from the pleasure he brings you, his dirty, filthy words sending you into a frenzy.

“My god, baby girl. Keep clenching your walls around me like that and I swear I’m gonna fucking cum inside this cunt. Oh my fu – shit! You wanna be a bad girl and keep tightening around my cock?”

You tried your best to relax, yet his powerful thrusts were making it hard for you to do so. You keep whimpering and whining, hugging his sweaty body closer on yours so that you can feel his hot breath. Jungkook places wet and sloppy kisses on your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin and biting on it. He scatters your neck with bites, nipping harshly, making you mewl.

“Daddy, t-that hurts.”

You didn’t even process what you just said not when Jungkook stops his tracks. You lock eyes with him and there were this different look and aura on his face, his irises blown even wider and turning darker.

His breathing was heavier, and he wants to fuck you like his little fucktoy so fucking bad, but he controls himself. “What did you…what did you just call me?”

You shake your flushed face side to side, “I-I’m sorry… I didn’t know why I said it and I’m sorry if you didn’t like it…”

Jungkook releases a deep growl, wrapping his right hand around your throat and squeezing, choking you. “I asked you a fucking question and I expect you to answer it, you fucking slut.”

You whimpered from his degradation, feeling his big hand wrapping around your throat made your pussy clench tighter around him even more. Your mind goes back to his previous question, “I c-called you my daddy…”

Jungkook closes his eyes shut for five seconds, inhaling a deep breath as he prods his tongue on the inside of his right cheek.

He leans down so close to your ear that you can feel his lips grazing on your earlobe, his hot breath hitting your skin, making you shiver. “Keep calling me that and I’ll fuck you like the good little bitch you are for me.”

Your eyes widen and you feel your pussy gush around his thick, long cock. He smirks at your reaction and starts thrusting in and out of you once again, slowly this time. “I love how your pretty mouth says that. It turns me on so fucking bad.”

You giggle, cheeks blushing, “Okay, daddy. B-but – oohhh – go faster.”

Jungkook wipes the smile away from your face when he suddenly flips your frail little body over, making you lay on your stomach, your face pressed against the sheets. You whimpered loudly when a harsh slap lands on your ass, his hand hitting the flesh so roughly that caused a stinging, loud spank.

Jungkook pulls his cock out of your dripping pussy, making you mewl from the loss.

“So now you’re begging for daddy to go faster without saying please, huh?”

Spank.

“Is this what you want, huh?”

Spank.

“Wanna be a bad girl? Talking to daddy like that?”

“Jungk—daddy!”

Spank.

“Fucking get your words right, baby girl, before I bruise this pretty little ass purple until you couldn’t sit down.”

Your pussy was gushing slick out to the sheets, your eyes were already blurry as you let your tears drip down onto your cheeks. Jungkook can hear your little sniffles and he roughly grabs a bunch of your hair and tugs harshly, forcing your head to tilt upwards.

A loud whine escapes your lips, the pain triggering more cries out of you. Jungkook tsk-ed, spanking your reddened ass once more. “Look at you, fucking pathetic.”

“N-no,” you whimpered, feeling his head prod against your entrance, but he doesn’t push all the way in.

“Crying like the little cockslut you are, begging for cock without saying please? Daddy needs to teach you a fucking lesson, you little slut.”

You felt your stomach coil up from his crude, degrading words but it turned you on even more. Jungkook finally releases the harsh grip on your hair, “Up on all fours, crybaby.”

You bite your lip from the way he addressed you, quickly doing what he told you so that you wouldn’t be in more trouble. You hang your head low, feeling your teardrops run down to your jaw and on to the bed.

“D-daddy,” you sniff, “I’m…I’m s-sorry.”

He hits another hard spank on your ass, making your whole body jolt forward from the sudden sting. “Mmphh, d-daddy…” you plead.

“I’m not taking any little sorry tonight, slut. Take what daddy gives you as an apology.”

Without any warning, he suddenly shoves his whole cock inside of you, balls deep, without giving you any time to adjust. Your eyes expand from the quick shot of pleasure, your mouth agape as you tightly gripped on the sheets below you. You felt so full, feeling his cock about to split you into two. “F-fuck! Daddy!” you cried, your pussy clenching around his girth tightly.

Jungkook tries his best to keep his composure, to prevent himself from fucking you as he keeps his dick inside your wet cunt. His hands grip your hips tightly, for sure leaving red handprints.

“Be a good girl and keep my cock warm,” he growls.

“D-daddy, no… p-please mo — oohh — move!”

“You really want to disobey daddy, huh?” Spank. “You like being a brat? You’re not my good little girl.” Spank.

With his words, somehow, made you cry even more. You bite your lip to stop yourself from sobbing out loud from the overwhelming pain and pleasure that he’s giving you. You can feel his cock throb inside of you, and his tight grip prevents you from moving.

“I-I’m your…your good little girl, daddy.” You whimper as you shut your eyes, shedding more tears.

Jungkook groans when he swivels his hips slightly, his tip hitting just the right nerves inside your clenching pussy. He wanted to fuck you just like you do, but you had to endure your punishment.

“Oh you are now, really?” he snickers, “Good little girls take their punishment properly.”

“I-I’ll take it properly, daddy! Puh-please, I’ll b-be good.”

Jungkook seemed satisfied with your pleading, and he takes his cock out of your pussy. You whined loudly, your whole body shaking. Jungkook moves so that he was now kneeling in front of you, his heart clenching when he finally sees your fucked-out face.

He leans down and takes your wet cheeks in his big hands, watching you sniff and tremble. “Baby girl,” he whispers, placing a kiss on your lips. “Are you okay? Still want to keep going?”

You nod your head, trying to form a smile above all of your weeping. Jungkook grins but soon replaces it with a devilish smirk. His big hand wraps around your jaw and adjusts himself so that his dick was right in front of your lips. He grips his shaft in his other hand and spreads his precum on your lips, watching you with dark, lustful eyes.

“Gonna fuck this bratty little mouth of yours ‘till you learn your lesson, got it?”

You look up at him with fuzzy eyes, nodding your head. He pushes his cock in and you instinctively open your mouth, inviting him in. Jungkook throws his head back and groans loudly when his cock comes in contact with your tongue. His dick wasn’t even halfway in and you were already gagging.

“Shit,” he chuckles, his left hand holding the back of your head. “You look so fucking hot like this,” you watch him brush his hair back with his unoccupied hand, seeing his biceps flex. You whimpered, the vibrations hitting his cock deliciously.

“Look at you, fucking crying as your little mouth tries to take my cock,” he smirks, pushing more and more of his length in, feeling your throat tighten around him. You quickly remembered to breathe through your nose, and you do just that.

“What? Can’t take my cock either?” he snarls, pulling all the way out before snapping his hips back in again, making you choke. “I think my cock’s too big for this tiny little girl I have right here.”

His words sent up a spike of pleasure to run throughout your whole body, and you were determined to take all of him in. You slack your jaw and open your mouth wider – besides the protest of your tears – and you take more of his dick.

He starts to thrust at a steady pace, hitting your gag reflex again and again but you try to push it away. Jungkook keeps his eyes on you, watching how your eyes struggle to keep open as they keep shedding more tears, your lips drooling in saliva as his dick fucked your throat. He thrusts faster and faster, now holding your head in both hands.

“B-baby,” he groans, “take my fucking cock. That’s right, choke around it… fuck!”

Jungkook decides to push another inch of his cock in, and your throat harshly gags around it. You felt your pussy clench tightly and his dick throbbed harshly from the tightness of your throat. He shuts his eyes and keeps his dick still inside your mouth, the tip of your nose almost touching his pubic bone. “Fuuuuuuck! Baby g-girl, so fucking t-tight.”

He reopens his eyes and finally pulls his cock out of your sore little mouth, watching as a string of saliva connects from your lips and on his tip. You exhale a large puff of air, breathing heavily.

“Ohh, my precious baby girl,” he coos as he leans down to grab your face, kissing your lips passionately. You whimpered into his mouth, feeling so fucked out and tired, your arms almost giving out. “I love you,” he says, biting on your bottom lip right after, “I love you.”

You look up at him, your eyes slightly red. You knew that he was only saying these crude, vulgar words just for the sake of sex. You knew that he didn’t mean it. “I love you too, a lot, lot more.”

“Impossible.” Your boyfriend chuckles and swiftly flips you over again with no trouble, lifting you up as if you weighed like a feather. He lays you on your back again as he hovered his body on top of you, his forearms on either side of your face.

“I’m gonna fuck you like you deserved to be fucked, baby.” Jungkook wastes no time to insert his cock back in your cunt, and this time, he doesn’t stop. He fucks you balls deep, feeling your walls stretch around his girth once more. He couldn’t get used to the feeling, he wanted to fuck you even rougher but he feels like he’s going to tear your pussy apart. “Fuck, baby, your cunt feels like it’s gonna break if I fuck you even harder.”

“Daddy, p-please… I want it.”

Jungkook quirks a brow up, “What did you say? Say it louder, baby girl.”

You gulp down the lump in your throat, “P-please fuck me rough. Please don’t hold back, daddy, I d-deserve it. Fuck my l-little pussy until I break, please please please, daddy.”

Jungkook turns animalistic, a deep growl erupting from his throat as he snaps his hips even harder and faster. His cock was hitting your sweet spot all this time, and you couldn’t even keep your eyes open from the overwhelming pleasure. He’s fucking you so roughly that he can’t think straight. He lifts your legs up to wrap around his waist so that he can fuck you deeper.

“Aaah! Right t-there!” you squeal, wiping your tears away from your face with your palm, “Daddy, it f-feels too good!”

“Yeah?” he groans, “My little crybaby, wanting her daddy to fuck her pussy like it’s her last dick she’s ever gonna get?” Jungkook wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing it just right. His dick throbs from the sight of you weeping, lips bruised from all of your constant lip bites. “This little body trying it’s best to take big dick, huh?”

Your cheeks blush, nodding your head, “Y-yes, daddy. I-I love it.”

“Oh I know you do. Pleasure too much for you to handle that you cry, hm? Bet no one fucked you this good. No dick has ever been good to you, huh? Is that it?”

Your eyes roll back, his hand squeezing your neck bit tighter as he feels your pussy clenching nonstop around his cock. “O-only you, daddy. Only your cock makes me feel this good.”

“Good thing you know, baby. Because you’re gonna feel daddy’s cock in you for the next couple of days. Daddy’s gonna make your small little body feel so sore tomorrow, the next day, and the day after that. Daddy’s gonna make sure that you couldn’t walk after this.”

With his head hitting your g-spot constantly, you felt the familiar coil in your stomach building up fast. “D-daddy! I’m gonna cum!” you whimper, chest heaving up and down, your forehead sticky with sweat.

“You are? Ohh, I know, baby,” he chuckles, “Your cunt keeps squeezing around my dick. Cum whenever you’re ready, little girl.”

After a couple more hard thrusts, the building knot in your tummy snaps. You finally cum around his cock, your walls clenching and pulsating tightly and sporadically on his length, your legs physically shaking. Jungkook groans, holding your trembling body in his strong arms, hugging you close. “Thaaaat’s it, that’s my good girl.” He purrs, watching your figure shake, your legs pulling his hips closer and firmer.

“Daddy,” you whispered, still cumming, “I-I…” your mouth was agape, not having the energy to form coherent words. Jungkook fucks you through your orgasm, trying his best not to cum immediately. His thrusts turn sloppy and he slows down, his own high coming closer.

“Shh, shh, daddy’s got you, I got you.” He bites his lip, feeling his balls get heavier.

“Daddy, p-please let me t-taste your cum.”

“Oh my fucking god,” Jungkook almost came then and there, quickly pulling out of your drenched pussy and kneeling between your head, stroking his rock-hard cock furiously, “Fuck, Y/n, shiiiiiit,” he moans, gripping your left cheek in one hand as he strokes the fallen tears away with his thumb. “My good, pretty crybaby, gonna cum, gonna fucking cum!”

Your legs cross together as Jungkook’s cum spurts out, thick strings of his seed covers your face as your mouth opens wide, trying to catch them. Jungkook breathes heavily as he tries to aim at your tongue, but slightly fails as his body shakes from the strong orgasm. “Holy fuck,” he growls from the sight beneath him, watching you gulp down his hot cum. “Good fucking girl, fuck.”

He keeps stroking his dick until he’s completely fucked out, throwing his head back with his eyes closed. You watch him with big eyes, seeing how his adam’s apple bob up and down, his neck covered in beads of sweat. Little droplets would run down from his thick chest and to his defined abs. You whimpered, making him turn his attention back to you.

“Oh my fucking god, baby girl.” He chuckles, reaching to the nightstand to get the wet wipes. “I need to clean you,” he smirks, “even though you look hot like that.”

“Mmm, daddy,” you giggle, biting on your index finger as he cleans your face.

“Yes, baby girl?” he says, voice sweet and gentle, completely different from the tone he’s been using on you this whole time.

“Thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for, Y/n? I’m here supposed to say sorry to you, for pushing your precious, little body.” He fakes a frown, still wiping your sticky face.

“No, I-I loved it. I love playing with you like this daddy,” you giggle with a blush.

Jungkook hums, “Mhmm, I know baby girl. You like it when daddy plays with your body rough, huh? Like it when I make your body shake and tremble as you cry?”

You face turn redder, rolling your eyes playfully with a stupid grin.

“I take that as a yes.”

You groan and push his body away from you with as much strength as you can, but you clearly fail to do so. Jungkook giggles, feeling your small hands pressing firmly on his chest. He finds you so adorable. He flops on the space beside you as he quickly wraps an arm around your body, cuddling you. He tugs you closer to him, his chest resting on top of your head.

“Baby?” he questions.  

“Hmm?”

“I was really surprised when you called me daddy.” Your face instantly blushes red again, covering your face with your hands as a quiet groan leaves your lifts. Jungkook smirks, “I didn’t know you were into that.”

“A-as if it didn’t turn you on.” You snicker shyly, feeling the grip he has on your waist tighten.

“Oh it did. It fucking did.”

Without a warning, Jungkook wraps his arms around you and swiftly lifts your body above him, placing you on top of him. You squeal as he makes you straddle his blanket-covered waist. He tugs your upper body down until your faces were mere inches apart.

Jungkook’s chest tightens when he sees that your eyes were still red from crying so much. He chews on his bottom lip, lifting his hands up to caress your cheeks. Your head felt so small between his large hands, and it somehow gave you a comfortable feeling – as if you were so safe in his hold. You instinctively lean into his palm, eyes fluttering at him.

“Oh, princess,” he exhales, his eyes drooping slightly as he looks at you so lovingly. “You’re so good for daddy. You’re only mine, get that?”

Nodding your head, you smile as you feel your heart beat faster. “I’m yours, only yours, daddy.”

You didn’t expect the harsh, deep growl that left Jungkook’s lips. Your eyes widen when he pushes his thumb inside your mouth, getting them wet as you automatically suck. You whimper when his other hand crawls down from your spine and down to your ass, gripping your sore cheek.

“Mmmphh—da..ddy,” you mewl, gagging a little when he pushes his thumb inside further. Jungkook prods a tongue on the inside of his cheek as he looks at you so darkly. With a devilish smirk, he slaps your butt sharply, the loud sound resonating throughout the room as your body shivers.

“D-Daddy…it hurts,” you pleaded at him with your eyes, wiggling your ass.

“I know.” He says simply. It wasn’t the reply that you wanted, causing you to groan out in frustration. “Can you take it?” he asks seriously, lifting a single brow up.

You start to sniff, a lump forming in your throat as you look away. You shake your head side to side slowly, “N-no, daddy.”

Jungkook quickly removes his thumb out of your mouth and instead pulls your head closer until your lips touch his. He wraps his arms around you, pressing your body onto him until there was no space left. You mewl as you couldn’t keep up with his dominant pace, manipulating the kiss and showing who’s in control. Your hands find their place on his hair, playing with his gorgeous locks because you knew how much he liked it.

Your cheeks heat up when you feel Jungkook smirk into the kiss. He leaves deep little moans and groans, making your stomach turn.

Jungkook was the first one to pull away before it gets more heated. He watches your face, how you were slightly out of breath and your cheeks pink.

Jungkook was so thankful that you spoke your mind, saying the truth that you couldn’t handle another round at this time. He could definitely go on for hours and hours, but he was thinking about you. He had a huge amount of stamina, and you know that. With you saying no, he knew that you really trusted him.

Jungkook lovingly strokes your hair, pushing the stray strands away from your face. “How about we take a bath, baby?”

Your eyes instantly light up, nodding furiously.

“Good.” Jungkook taps your side a couple of times and you move away from him so he can stand. “You stay there and look pretty while I run the water, yeah?”

You giggle, “Okay, daddy.”

Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head, “Don’t say that as if you want to be fucked stupid again, crybaby.”

~

There’s a part two! 

Oh, and a part three? 

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good vibes/bad juju - 50

While on a mission overseas, Gojo gets K-O’d by an unknown person. Within a week, every sorcerer in Japan has heard about it. (A JJK OC story - Rated M)

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A/N: thanks for making it to chapter 50! This is... a big boy chapter. about 9k+ compared to the 1k-5k range I've stuck to. Things get a little twisty in this chapter, and it's not entirely chronological. Also, a lot of unreliable narration.

chapter fifty - how did we get here? It's not the ending anyone was hoping for. (tw: gore & blood)

I want your silence. You will tell no one, communicate nothing about this domain or this technique. Do we have a deal, Miwa Kasumi?

—/—/—/—

Starting is always harder than stopping. The domain burns as it leaves her, and the world rushes back in.

The exhaustion hits as instantly as the technique, and it very nearly knocks her out cold. Just because Yoshi can use a lot of cursed energy at once doesn’t mean her body has no physical limits. And usually—before joining the school, before she met Gojo—she would know when and how much cursed energy she’d need to do something.

Yoshi hasn’t misjudged a situation this badly in a long time. Not since she was a child, too stubborn and rash to think ahead.

But she stays awake. She’s still trapped under some unknown veil. And despite how frayed Yoshi feels, it’s overpowered by the fierce, raw relief of watching Miwa Kasumi stir awake like a blue-haired bear out of hibernation.

“Eep!” Kasumi yelps, noticing the fungus-like curse next to them.

It’s exorcized, but still in the process of actually disintegrating. The situation has changed, but no time has passed.

“Oh. Ohhh man…” Kasumi sits up on her knees, registering the blood soaking the ground beneath her. She looks at her right arm, naked and whole, and exhales a thin, wavering laugh. “For some reason I thought my suit would be fixed too…”

The student is in one piece, but her blazer and blouse remain in bloody tatters.

Yoshi unzips her jacket and hands it to her. “Be grateful you didn’t lose your pants, ‘cause I’m not generous enough to let you borrow mine,” she says, firm enough that Kasumi doesn’t notice how weary she is.

The girl smiles meekly, wobbling on her feet like a newborn foal. “R-Right. That’d be embarrassing…”

Yoshi turns her gaze upward, pensive. She doesn’t know what the veil does. There could be more intruders outside, or worse—the veil could let her escort Kasumi out, but stop her from re-entering. Without any information about the veil or the attack, she’s stuck.

Idiot. Check your phone. Yoshi takes it out, faintly remembering that it buzzed a while ago. But there’s only one message, and it’s from Gojo.

omw, dont let any of them die (*¯ ³¯*)♡

“Tch,” she scowls at the text. For fuck’s sake. Could he be any more useless?

But Yoshi can extrapolate from that. Gojo still has her seventh bracelet and she knows exactly where he is—flitting around the exterior of the veil, doing fuck all. The veil is barring his entry in some way, and apparently he can’t spare two seconds to explain to Yoshi what’s going on.

I have my instructions, no need to wait.

Yoshi takes out a talisman for Kasumi. “The school buildings move around, but you should end up near Shoko’s office,” she explains. “Stay alert. I’m not going to save you twice.”

That’s not true, but what’s one more lie to Yoshi, when she balances so many?

Kasumi’s eyes flicker over Yoshi’s arms, arms stained red by blood and stained black by ink. There’s a thousand questions swimming in her gaze, but she knows better than to ask.

Why does it have to be a secret?

You have nothing left to trade for that answer.

“Thank you,” Miwa Kasumi whispers.

Yoshi slaps a bracelet on the student, and then she is alone once more in the forest, standing in blood-stained grass.

That’s when things truly go wrong.

—/—/—/—

“Yikes,” Gojo says to himself, finally dropping to the ground. He pulls in his technique until it coats him like a second skin, keeping him from touching the forest’s grass. The last thing he wants is to track blood around campus. “Gross,” he mumbles, examining the deep red puddle beneath him.

There are actually two stains overlapping each other. One is larger, flecks of blood spread to the far edges of the clearing by that blue-haired student. The other blotch is concentrated to a single spot, the spot where Yoshi must’ve stood or fallen. She remained stationary, and so the bleeding followed the course of gravity unhindered, saturating the grass so deeply that even now, her blood hasn’t fully dried.

Gingerly, he picks up the work phone that Yoshi left behind.

The cursed energy residuals are a bit mixed up here. Miwa isn’t so adept at fighting without leaving a trace, so it isn’t hard to identify her path. Comparatively, grade one sorcerers are far more skilled in concealing their presence. Gojo has to take off his blindfold to see it, but there’s enough residuals for him to understand.

And it eats at him, it nips like frostbite on his skin and he’s out in a blizzard with no Limitless. The Six Eyes only help in hindsight. He should’ve seen this coming.

—/—/—/—

To Megumi’s absolute outrage, Shoko singles him out as the only student injured enough to be given mandatory bed rest (not including Inumaki and Kamo, who are already on bedrest).

“But I’m fine,” he protests, immediately stepping away from the healer. “Itadori got his head bashed in by Todo, but I’m the one that’s hurt?”

“You have a mild concussion and two hairline fractures. What, did you have plans for this evening?” Shoko arches an eyebrow in challenge. “If I heal it all now, when you’re already this depleted, you’ll sleep for twelve hours and still feel sore afterwards. Come back tomorrow after you’ve rested properly.”

She’s being completely reasonable, but Megumi still hates it. Especially because Kugisaki starts pulling faces at him, taunting him for getting injured.

“Awww does little Fushiguro-kyun need a nap?” Kugisaki cooes at him. “Want a bedtime story too?”

“Don’t worry about it, Fushiguro!” Itadori says brightly, trying to console him. “We’ll just hang out in your room!”

“Please don’t.” The thought of letting these two idiots run wild in his dorm is giving him a headache. Megumi turns his face away. “I’ll lock you out.”

They end up in his room anyway.

—/—/—/—

Gojo returns to the main buildings to speak with Ijichi Kiyotaka. The assistant is reading over a clipboard while listening to a phone call, trying to put together all the pieces that make up the entirety of this attack.

“The forest is cleared,” Gojo informs him.

Ijichi, looking even more pale and pinched than usual, nods vigorously. “Forest cleared by Gojo-san. That leaves—ah, I see. No, we’re covering the rest of the search. Thank you, Mei-san.” Ijichi ends the call with fumbling fingers.

“That bad, eh?” Gojo mutters. “At least Mei’s being useful, even if she’s staked out in the viewing room with all the snacks…”

“Mei has confirmed that the students are alive, but we have other casualties,” Ijichi tells him. His jaw tightens. “We’ll meet at five to discuss it.”

On the clipboard, there’s a rough outline of the buildings that were attacked while the students were under the veil. He’s already scrawled out the names of eight sorcerers and assistants that were found dead.

“Hm,” Gojo nods slowly. “Will this meeting include Yoshi, Mei and Naoya? They’re already involved.”

“If you request it,” Ijichi bows his head. “But I don’t thi—” He cuts himself off prematurely, bowing again. “Pardon me.”

For once, Ijichi has an interesting reaction. “What do you think?” Gojo probes.

The assistant fiddles with his glasses. “That may be the first time you’ve ever asked me that.”

“Oya, you make me sound so heartless,” Gojo smacks him on the back, making the thin man lurch forward and nearly drop his clipboard. “Go on. What’s the problem?”

“The problems,” he says quietly, “Are that Mei’s crows did not maintain a consistent coverage of the forest. She avoided Itadori quite a lot. And Zenin, his whole family has a persistent and vested interest in discrediting this school.” He smooths down the folded corner of his note sheet fretfully.

Gojo grins. “Naoya’s useless. Mei can stay.”

Ijichi’s eye twitches. “Very well. As for Yoshi,” he continues haltingly, “…I have news concerning the branch council.”

“Oho?” Gojo’s eyebrows rise in mild interest. Idly, his thumb traces the scratched edges of the phone in his pocket. “Finally. You sure took your time.”

The assistant stammers out an excuse about unruly allies, but Gojo doesn’t really care. He knew it’d be a time-consuming investigation, that’s why he dumped it onto a manager.

Even before she was ranked as a grade one sorcerer, Yoshi knew how to hide. Back in August, Gojo had resorted to rummaging through curse activity records for a dozen foreign nations in order to find her. The branch council in America operates almost entirely independently of Japan, and has done so for half a century—still, Gojo didn’t appreciate how uncooperative they were over the exchange of information.

The branch council should’ve investigated New York years ago.

The sorcerers in the area should have felt it when the curses began to disperse in 1996—presumably on the 11th of February, Yoshi’s birthday—and conduct a search to understand what had happened. And even if they searched the metropolitan area off the records and failed to find an answer, it still doesn’t add up. Mariko Ariyoshi isn’t a strong sorcerer. She couldn’t have hidden Yoshi for so long without help.

It makes sense that in her adulthood Yoshi came up with ways to lay low, but for all the years before that—why would local sorcerers ignore the most densely-populated area of the country?

“Gojo-san,” Ijichi says hesitantly. “It’s… troubling.”

There’s rarely a situation in which Gojo would willingly defer to this scrawny little suit. But he can’t deny that Ijichi is profoundly loyal to the school and its students.

“Before you tell me,” Gojo begins, tucking his hands into the front pockets of his jacket. “Tell me if you think the students are in danger because of her. If you suspect she’s connected to this attack in any way, I’ll respond accordingly.”

The assistant adjusts his glasses again, needlessly. “No,” he concludes. “Nothing has led me to believe Yoshi is a direct threat to the students.”

Gojo hums casually, pulling away from Ijichi and stolidly ignoring the fierce relief now melting through his whole body. It’s disconcerting. Gojo already knew Yoshi was a good addition to the school, so why does it feel like his bones are defrosting, like his lungs have finally thawed enough to take in fresh air? How did he get to this point?

“Then that’s it,” Gojo says blithely. “That’s all that matters for now, isn’t it?”

Ijichi nods tersely. “I… agree. For now.”

He grins. “Excellent. Now scram, I left a curse-user with Gramps, he’ll need help with that.”

Ijichi startles. “Wait, we captured—?”

Gojo flees before Ijichi can get the question out.

—/—/—/—

Once the students are all crammed into the infirmary, all intact and already chattering amongst each other, Yoshi slips away and heads back to her apartment.

Chilled fabric sticks and unsticks itself to her skin. Her neck is sore and searing. She’s made some wrong moves. Maybe even some that can’t be corrected.

As soon as she passes the threshold of her apartment, Yoshi tears off her wet shirt and darts to the bathroom.

She’s covered in blood. She feels it all over herself, dried and flaking, tacky and cold. Under yellowed lights, Yoshi examines her torso in the mirror over the sink.

It’s difficult to see the damage. The strike she took was from the back. Just around her left flank, around her last two ribs. Two seals are interrupted, and rendered inactive. Stability seals, for pressure and heat.

“Lucky shot,” she mutters.

After yanking off the rest of her clothes, Yoshi turns on the shower and steps in while it’s still cold… and then she leans out, picks up all her nasty clothes, and brings it into the shower to wash too. Bloodstains are hard to get out once they’ve set in, and it’s not like anyone else is going to do her laundry.

The task of hand-washing her clothes is mundane and familiar enough that she can forget, for a little while, how enormously she’s fucked this up.

Her shoulder aches. That tidal wave jacked up her arm. Then she went ahead and spent non-existent hours (minutes? days?) inscribing cursed energy, rediscovering the shape of a near-dead girl. Yoshi hates to say it, but it was quicker this time because Junpei had allowed it, had been willing to be pulled apart—

It’s an ugly thing, the knowledge trapped in her head.

When she feels less like a horror-movie victim, clean and dry and wearing new clothes, Yoshi finally collapses onto her sofa. It’s a small sofa, just long enough to lay down on if she tucks her feet in, but she likes it. She’ll have to be careful and keep a towel under her neck so she doesn’t ruin the upholstery, though.

Yoshi lifts up her arms, considering her five remaining talismans.

Gojo doesn’t have that talisman anymore—when he tampered with it, he burned through the physical bracelet. There’s a usable blue bracelet in the infirmary.

Yoshi picks at a red bracelet, and then slides it off her wrist. There’s still a plan in her mind, the next steps are right in front of her, but Yoshi wonders if they’re just more wrong moves. Maybe there aren’t any right moves left.

She should contact Wendy. Yoshi dropped her work phone in the woods, but old phone is somewhere around here, still connected to messaging apps—

A heavy crack breaks through her thoughts.

It should alarm her that the sound came from her front door, but Yoshi has a fairly good idea of what just happened. Instead of rising, she shuffles backwards, extending her head over the armrest just as the front door swings open. Her view is upside-down, but even Yoshi can’t mistake that white-haired giraffe for anyone but Gojo. His voice slices through the thick silence effortlessly.

“Yoshi! Ah—did you just take a shower?” An easy grin slides over his face as he takes off his shoes in the entryway. “Without me?”

Her eyes narrow, ignoring that. “You broke the doorknob. What’s up?”

“It was already broken,” Gojo lies swiftly, grin turning playful.

The only furniture in Yoshi’s living room is the sofa and a coffee table, but Gojo isn’t the least bit deterred. He flips a kitchen chair around, planting it in front of her, and lays himself over it like an indolent house cat stretching into a spot of sun-warmed carpet. If it weren’t for the way his legs stick out gracelessly over each side of the chair, she’d think he was comfortable.

“You could’ve knocked,” Yoshi points out. Her fingers continue to pick at the edge of her bracelet as she thinks.

“What, and risk you jumping out a window to avoid me?” he scoffs, eyebrows raised.

His annoyed tone confuses her for a moment. “I’m not avoiding you,” Yoshi frowns.

Then he reaches over and plucks the talisman out of her hands. “Then why must you always have an escape plan?” Gojo queries, depositing the curled red bracelet onto the coffee table beside him. Yoshi has four more talismans at her disposal, but she gets the hint.

If Yoshi wanted to flee, Gojo wouldn’t be able to stop her. And it would be quite damning if it happened right after a huge security breach.

“I said I’d tell you,” she says, watching him.

She can’t really meet his gaze properly. It’s not because he’s wearing a blindfold—it’s just now that she's sunken into place, Yoshi absolutely sees no reason to ever leave this sofa. She’s going to stay right for as long as physically possible.

“You tell me a lot of things, Yoshi.” He rests his chin against his chair, lowered to eye-level. “And yet I barely know what goes on with you.”

He’s completely right, but Yoshi doesn’t know how to reply. There’s no crime here, no guilt to admit to. “...I said I’d tell you,” she repeats at last. “So will you let me tell you?”

Gojo considers it. Then he slides off his blindfold, pinning her again with the full focus of the Six Eyes. “I’m listening,” he answers.

Yoshi has the sudden, errant thought that she really likes her apartment. It’s sparse and small, but the windows face south. Sunlight streams freely into the room, and at this hour, at this angle, it lays a fair glow over everything she sees, and all she sees is him. He looks like polished marble. His eyes look moonlit in midday. She can’t fathom why he’d ever call her radiant.

Gojo, Yoshi repeats internally, but then she’s thoroughly mired. Six Eyes. Gojo.

But it’s pointless to try. If a name doesn’t come to mind when she sees a face, or if she hears a name and can't recall the face, just thinking about it more doesn’t help.

Gojo raises his eyebrows again, expectant. “Why don’t you start with why you sliced up your neck?”

“...I can’t start there,” Yoshi remarks hesitantly. “That’s the ending. It starts with your stupid text message.”

She watches the corners of his mouth curl upward for a moment. “It wasn’t stupid,” he says earnestly. He looks like he’s trying really hard not to bicker with her. “I even put a heart at the end.”

“Are you going to have a comment on every single thing I say?”

“Probably.” Delight begins to trickle back into his expression, lighting up his face little by little. “I’ll still listen, though!”

And he does. It takes a while to explain everything that happened under the veil, but he listens to everything Yoshi tells him.

And he accepts it, believes every truth she speaks. He believes the lies, too.

—/—/—/—

Around five o’clock, Utahime files into a private room alongside Gojo and Mei Mei. Naoya is still recovering in the infirmary, though Utahime suspects Gojo just didn’t want to include him. Whether or not Shoko is delaying his treatment intentionally, Utahime doesn’t particularly care to know either.

What she does care about is the other missing sorcerer.

“Where’s your new teacher, Gojo?” Mei drawls, beating her to it.

We could use Mei Mei, Utahime muses to herself. I’ll investigate the Kyoto branch, but Mei’s crows are great for spying.

There’s a slight frown on Gojo’s face, but he just shrugs. “She’ll turn up. Yoshi’s punctual, unfortunately.”

Sure enough, the young sorcerer appears a few minutes later, just after the principals arrive. She sits down next to Utahime, cross-legged and quiet, but there’s no time for Utahime to ask how she’s faring. With all of them assembled, they begin to discuss the attack.

Throughout the meeting, Utahime feels like a grade school student again, attentive to the day’s lesson while trying to get a read on the new girl. Of course, she listens properly while Ijichi reports the eleven casualties—all sorcerers and managers, but not a single student—but then Principal Gakuganji starts to bluster about the multiple stolen cursed objects, and Utahime’s attention strays back to the talisman sorcerer.

Yoshi’s hair is damp and loose over her shoulders, laying in waves instead of tangled curls. Without being tied back, her hair spreads out so much that Utahime can’t see the profile of her face. She changed clothes too, but overall, nothing in the young woman’s demeanor speaks of the anger that Momo described. It’s curious, but Utahime is glad she seems okay.

The day has been grim, but the meeting goes rather smoothly. The details of the attack would remain confidential, but Gojo insists on continuing the goodwill event. They’ll give the students another day to recover, and the final event will be held on Friday.

It’s nearing seven o’clock by the time they’ve been dismissed. Utahime rises stiffly, wiggling her toes to get the blood flowing as she turns to Mei Mei with hopeful eyes. “You’ll stay for Friday’s event, right?”

Since Mei isn’t a teacher, she can nominate the students for promotion if she sees potential in them.

“I’m afraid not. I’m leaving tonight.” Mei shrugs languidly, letting her braid swing against her chest. Utahime’s face falls. “Don’t fret, Utahime. I got a good look at all the students.”

“Oho?” A too-wide smile is plastered onto Gojo’s face as he slides into their conversation. “Really, all of them? Even Itadori?”

Utahime winces. She stays out of it when she can, but there’s certainly some conflict of interests at work today.

Mei smiles behind her curtain of hair. “They all performed well. Now, I think it’s getting late…”

“Don’t go,” Utahime sighs in exasperation. “Don’t let Gojo run you off, we should at least get dinner together,” she urges, eyes narrowed at her old friend. “Have you even visited Shoko? When’s the next time we’ll all have the time to meet up like this?”

Mei’s red lips flatten into a tight line. “I really can’t. You know how my brother gets…”

Utahime relents, holding her tongue. Mei’s little brother worships the ground she walks on, and Mei does everything to encourage it. Utahime’s disapproval has frayed the once-solid friendship between the two of them, and she doesn’t want to make it any worse.

As Mei Mei murmurs her farewells, Yoshi speaks up out of the blue.

“You wanted to know about the Kusumoto clan, right?” she asks. Yoshi isn’t looking at any of them, but there’s new tension in her posture belying her discomfort.

Utahime’s eyes grow wide, but she quickly shutters away her surprise.

Mei Mei stills. She cocks her head towards Yoshi. “Kusumoto clan?” she repeats shrewdly. “I’m fairly sure I mentioned a school, not a clan.”

Yoshi looks beyond reluctant when she looks up, but she replies, “Plenty of the disciples considered themselves a family once they took the name.”

Utahime takes a furtive look around them. The hall is empty at this point besides the four of them. Yoshi waited until the principals were gone…

She eyes Gojo, hoping that his expression might clue her in about Yoshi’s sudden disclosure about the Kusumoto school, but he seems equally curious.

“That’s a striking claim, considering that they’re all dead,” Mei remarks. Her painted lips quirk upward, like she knows what’ll be said next.

“They’re not all dead,” Yoshi says flatly.

“What?” Utahime blurts out, unable to hide the horror in her tone. “What does that mean? I thought you lived in America, surely the cult isn’t still active there?”

Gojo makes a surprised noise. “Ooh, I didn’t even think of that one,” he says, tapping his chin with one hand. “Good theory, Utahime-sensei.”

She stares at him, flummoxed.

“The cult’s gone,” Yoshi says, shooting Gojo a strange look too. “I meant the serial killer.”

“Ah, that’s right,” Mei Mei says, like the pieces have finally slid into place. Gojo echoes her reaction, comprehension dawning on him.

Utahime, on the other hand, wants to pull out her hair. “Serial killer?” Her voice pitches up in alarm. “What serial killer? What are you talking about?”

Yoshi gives her a vaguely apologetic look. “In 1967, a man was arrested for the massacre of dozens of religious followers. That’s the public story the jujutsu order was able to push,” she explains. “He was a talisman scholar, and as Mei said, he was responsible for the disbandment of the Kusumoto school.”

“And he’s still alive,” Mei concedes, dipping her head. “Bundled up in a straightjacket, and too deranged to be a threat anymore.”

“That’s one way to make it to old age,” Gojo interjects cheerfully. Utahime scowls.

Yoshi’s eyes remain fixed on Mei, but her expression is still unreadable. “The jujutsu council opposed their methods for years. With that incident, they had a justification for their disapproval and the solution to it all at once. With the school gone, the issue resolved itself.”

Quite abruptly, Utahime recognizes why this situation feels so uncomfortable.

Sorcery tangled up in religious fervor. Conflicting philosophies. Death, so much death. It’s not the same history, not the same domino effect that crushed Suguru, but Utahime’s gaze still drifts to Gojo. It’s still a tragedy, and apparently some part of this story resulted in Yoshi. She has to wonder what it is about Yoshi, about a cultish school and secretive talismans, that led Gojo to trust this woman in the first place.

“But if you look at the case, they never figured out why he attacked his own disciples,” Yoshi remarks. “No one ever tried to make sense of it.”

Mei arches a single, thin brow. “And you know what really happened?” she asks, not skeptical of Yoshi but genuinely intrigued. “Because sorcerers have investigated since then. The Kusumoto school was a cult that mutilated its members and annihilated itself, or do you disagree with that assessment?”

Yoshi opens her mouth, but at that moment, Gojo’s phone goes off.

“Aw,” he whines loudly when he checks the message. “I just got out of a meeting.”

“What?” Utahime eyes him, stunned. “You have to leave?”

His face twists a little as he looks at his phone. “...Yes,” he admits, and that throws Utahime for another loop. Gojo never answers his calls this quickly, yet he’s already stepping away from them to leave. It must be truly urgent. “Have a nice evening, ladies. I have to tend to some dusty-musty relics.”

“O-Oh, just a minute,” Utahime gasps suddenly, “I need to talk to you, Gojo—Wait up!” she snaps, trailing after him. She still needs to ask if Mei Mei can be added to the investigation, though she hates to leave Yoshi and Mei Mei in the middle of the conversation. “Gojo, would you slow down?!”

Lengthening her strides, Utahime is fully scowling again by the time Gojo finally relents and stops for her.

“Why are you mad?” he exclaims upon seeing her face. “I thought you’d appreciate me acting punctual!”

“I wanted to ask you in person,” Utahime hisses breathlessly. “About Mei Mei, what do you thin—?”

“Oh, she’s not invited to the party.”

Her temper flares at once. “Would you at least let me finish my damn sentence?!”

Gojo pouts at her like a child. “But that’s what you were asking, isn’t it?”

“It is, but you didn’t have to be so rude,” Utahime all but snarls, even though she has no real basis for it other than Gojo Satoru’s infuriating presence. “Why won’t you consider it?”

“I did,” Gojo cocks his head to one side. “She’s not much of a partier, y’know? Not the right vibe.”

She blinks. “What…?” What the hell did he mean by partier? What vibe?! Utahime is stuck. She can’t ask for clarification when they’re speaking in code!

“Weren’t you curious?”

Utahime looks at him again, puzzled.

His eyebrows rise, pulling at the cloth blindfold. “Don’t you wanna know how Yoshi learned so much about talismans?”

Utahime closes her mouth, contemplating. He’s baiting her now, dangling a question like that in front of her. It’s not like Gojo to talk behind someone’s back, not about gossip. Maybe there’s something more to Mei’s speculation about that school after all. Now that Utahime reflects on it, Mei Mei and Yoshi both agree that a massacre took place, forcing a disbandment, but…

“What else is there to know?” Utahime asks quietly. Surely there were no survivors—even if the jujutsu council ignored eyewitness accounts, anyone that investigated independently would have noticed. Right?

“Eh?” Gojo gives her a dumbfounded look. “If you wanted to know, why’re you here with me instead of listening to Yoshi?”

In a flash, she’s back to scowling. “Gojo—!”

“Later, Utahime.” He gives her a jaunty wave and vanished.

“That man!” Utahime seethes, fisting her hands. She’s sure she’s going to end up with high blood pressure if she hangs around him too much. She stomps back the way she came, hoping it won’t be awkward if she slides back into the discussion—

The hall is empty.

Utahime’s jaw drops in outrage. They just left? Why?! She said it’d only take a minute!

Shoko would never treat me like this.

—/—/—/—

Around seven o’clock, Nobara has the bright idea that they’re going to have pizza for dinner. To her, it doesn’t matter at all that they demolished two pizza pies for lunch, or that Megumi still doesn’t like all that grease and cheese, because—

“New York pizza,” the stubborn girl insists. “It’s completely different. It’s famous. Let’s go find Yoshi-sensei.”

Then she tears the comforter off of Megumi’s bed for good measure, managing to knock Yuji to the ground in the process. He has to give credit where it’s due—Itadori is a heavy guy for Nobara to push around. “Fushiguro! You’re coming too, you’re the only one that knows where her apartment is.”

Megumi gets to his feet, but only because he doesn’t want Nobara to get physical with him. She’s still sort of riled up, like the adrenaline never really left her once she started fighting Dagon. It’s probably because of Naoya. She wouldn’t say much, but Megumi thinks Nobara’s a little rattled after meeting the clan heir.

“You can’t seriously think it’s alright to ask her to fetch pizza from the other side of the world for us,” Megumi points out. “You know the state she was in when we left the veil.” He eyes Yuji in particular, judging him for already having slipped on his shoes.

“I know!” Yuji squawks once he notices the glower. “But—I wanna visit Yoshi-sensei anyway. Nobara’s gonna be shot down, but—“

“Okay, shut up,” Nobara interrupts, yanking on a jacket. “I've reevaluated! Given that it’s six in the morning in New York—get that grin off your face, you sea urchin—we’re not getting pizza. But Yoshi totally snuck off from the infirmary, and she hasn’t even answered my daily reminder of the rising interest on the loan she’s taken out—”

“The nail polish thing,” Megumi answers Yuji before he can ask.

“—So it wouldn’t hurt to check in on Yoshi. I don’t like this radio silence.”

I’ll explain what I can as soon as I can, Yoshi had told him. Megumi doubts that Yoshi will have anything new to say, but he shuffles out of his room after his classmates anyway.

He doesn’t want to be nosy, but the cuts Megumi saw on Yoshi’s neck looked exactly like the curse marks of Ryoumen Sukuna. And when Yoshi created that strange flaming arrow, pulling out of thin air, she’d never felt more malevolent. Maybe he won’t get answers, but like Nobara said, it wouldn’t hurt to check on her.

Outside the dorms, the air is cool and humid. Yuji sticks his head out and swivels it around in every direction. “I think the coast is clear,” he announces warily.

Nobara clicks her tongue in disapproval. “That guy’s crazy. How do you stand him?”

“I dunno,” Yuji admits, aggrieved. “It’s all a blur! We had a really good vibe going in that fight. It felt like, as long as me and Todo kept going, no bad juju would ever touch us!”

Megumi raises an eyebrow at his language.

“What the hell is your vocabulary?” Nobara demands, noticing it too. “Bad juju? What does that mean?”

“Just—bad stuff!” Yuji makes a flailing, ambiguous gesture with his hands. “Forget it—I’m just saying that everything felt right.”

“Yeah. With that gorilla.” Nobara sneers. “He’s still nuts. You weren’t there when he attacked Fushiguro and Yoshi-sensei.”

“Eh?” Yuji straightens up. “When—?”

“While you were dead,” Nobara and Megumi reply simultaneously.

Yuji whines. It’s the fourth time today they’ve brought it up.

“It was on the first day we met her, too,” Megumi adds, suddenly pitying their new teacher all over again. “I don’t know why Yoshi’s stuck around…” but then he stops, because he does know why Yoshi has stayed in Tokyo for so long.

He turns to his classmates, a weird sense of indignation building his chest. “I went to New York with Yoshi-sensei on Monday,” Megumi says purposefully. “She had to make a visit, because Naoya paid someone to burn down her apartment in Queens. People thought she died because she disappeared at the same time. Some little kids were about to put on a memorial service for her.”

The two of them stare at Megumi, dumbstruck.

“What?” Nobara shrieks.

“Yeah,” Megumi agrees.

“So, you went to Queens…” Yuji grimaces at the cold look Megumi levels at him, “To tell everyone she was alive?”

Though Yuji would deserve it if they brought up his own fake death again, Megumi chooses to overlook it this time, and instead explains the situation with Yoshi’s former baseball team. He pauses, gathering his thoughts. “...Don’t you think she’s doing too much? She’s almost as new to the jujutsu world as Itadori, but there’s so much she’s expected to do.”

Kugisaki doesn’t seem to get it, but Itadori does.

“Your nail polish, Kugisaki. I already told you about my mission with Nanamin,” Yuji reminds them. “Yoshi wasn’t even working on the case, but she helped anyway. It protected us both from the curse's technique right up until it activated a domain. And that chocolate thing—”

He presses his lips together and says no more, but Megumi and Nobara know who’s on his mind. Yoshino Junpei, who wasn’t a sorcerer until he suddenly was. Who could summon a luminous jellyfish shikigami, who had died at the hands of a special-grade spirit, who was rebuilt but not saved by Ariyoshi Reina’s potent talisman work.

“Wasn’t…” Nobara’s eyes narrow in thought. “Wait. Fushiguro, we were there when she got the call from Nanami Kento. She asked for my nail polish the same day.” Megumi blinks. “She was still in a hospital bed! After Zenin fuckin’ Naoya stabbed her in the gut!”

“Like I said,” Megumi mumbles. “Don’t you think she’s doing too much?”

Yuji slumps. “Man, how did Gojo even find a person like her? She wasn’t even a registered sorcerer.”

“Germany,” Nobara answers swiftly. “No one’s sure what happened, but afterward, Gojo got obsessed and started pestering branch councils around the world to track her down.”

Even Megumi isn’t sure of what went down at their first meeting, but he knows more about Germany than the other two. He doesn’t want to bring up Tsumiki, but… “There’s an ongoing investigation,” Megumi says hesitantly. “It’s an international case that Gojo and Yoshi were pursuing independently. After they crossed paths in Germany, they eventually figured out they were looking for the same thing.”

“International?” Yuji repeats. “That must be why they went to Bolivia. Makes sense, I was wondering about the salty desert thing.”

Of all the ways that Itadori could have responded, Megumi never expected him to bring up a salty desert.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“The salty—Uyuni, I looked it up after Gojo told me about it!” Yuji insists earnestly, “Gojo and Yoshi went to Bolivia. And I think he lost Yoshi’s shoes.”

Well, it is Gojo. Maybe he did go to Bolivia.

“Bolivia, Germany, Cambodia, New York,” Nobara begins to count off the countries. “Kinda insane when you think about all the running around she does.” She frowns. “Especially today, using those tilaks to get to everyone. It’s a lot of information to process. It’s a lot of scribbly stuff to memorize!”

Megumi points up ahead. The faculty buildings are a little larger than the student dorms, but they look pretty much the same. “That one is Yoshi’s,” he informs them.

Nobara spins on her heel, bright hair swishing against her cheeks. “Guys, don’t be dicks. Yoshi’s been through a lot. If she doesn’t want company, leave her alone!”

It takes all of Megumi’s energy to bite his tongue instead of snapping, That’s what I’ve been telling you this whole time.

“I get it, I get it,” Yuji assures her as he steps up to the front door to knock. “We’re not gonna push her—oh.” Yuji stares at the door, flabbergasted as it swings open. “Uh oh.”

“What did you do?” Nobara gasps. The doorknob hangs loose and crooked, like it was twisted until the locking mechanism snapped.

“I just knocked, it was already broken!” Yuji cries.

“Hey!” Megumi yells, pushing the door open a little more. The lights are on, but he can only see the wall of the entryway. He feels weird about just inviting himself in, though. He doesn’t sense any bad energy around here. “Sensei, are you there?”

“Are you alive?!” Nobara adds loudly. “You better be, you owe me money!”

Yuji bounces on the balls of his feet. “Sensei! Can we come in? I don’t think this is what an open-door policy looks like—”

“Yo!” The door suddenly opens all the way, and the students balk.

Oh, no.

Gojo grins back at them. “What’re you kiddies doing here? Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

This is not what Megumi wants to deal with right now. He doesn’t know what this is, but he doesn’t want it. Gojo isn’t dressed in a uniform, he’s in casual clothes. He’s wearing sunglasses that sit low on his nose, and his hair is down and loose—

This asshole looks way too comfortable. The prospects are not good for Yoshi.

“Oh, hey Gojo-sensei!” Yuji greets him. He’s the only one that isn’t reflexively unhappy to see the white-haired sorcerer. “I didn’t know you lived with Yoshi-sensei!”

Though it could be his imagination, for a split second, and for the first time in Megumi's life, Gojo actually looks terrified. But then Gojo gasps, loud and melodramatic. “I don’t live here! Yuji-kun, take it easy, you’re gonna give your teacher a heart attack!” he exclaims, clutching at his chest with his free hand. “I’m too young for that!”

“Oh, sorry,” Yuji immediately backtracks. “I guess that’s a big step, I shouldn’t have assumed—”

“Very funny!” Gojo cheerfully slaps his hand over Yuji’s mouth. “I’m here on teacher business, that’s all. Now get lost, it’s long past office hours! Send an email or something.”

Megumi scowls, swatting Gojo’s hand off of Yuji. “Don’t lie. Did you break this door? What’s going on?”

“I will also take a message if it’s really urgent,” Gojo wheedles. “I’ll pass it on when she’s back.”

“Wait,” Nobara frowns, “Yoshi isn’t even home?”

“Nope,” he confirms. “She’s out on teacher business.”

—/—/—/—

“You three are lively today,” Gojo observes as the shortest and most wrathful of his first year students stomps through the entryway, toeing off her shoes in the most politely aggressive way possible. Honestly, it’d make Utahime proud.

“Why are you snooping around Yoshi’s house while she’s gone?” Nobara says accusingly, spinning on the heels of her sock-covered feet.

“You’re the one snooping,” Gojo remarks, bemused as Megumi and Yuji take off their shoes in the genkan. “I didn’t even say you could come in! Do you see the size of this place? Now we’re over capacity.”

“Gojo-sensei,” Yuji pipes up, “If you don’t live with Yoshi, and you’re not snooping, what are you doing here?”

“And don’t say teacher business,” Megumi warns. He’s eyeing Gojo with deep prejudice, arms crossed, but it’s very hard to take him seriously when Gojo’s seen him make that same pouty face from age seven to fifteen.

But, even with Megumi’s cute pout face, It’s very clear that these three are on a mission. They’re not going to stop pestering him until Gojo answers their questions. Of course, he could just leave, but—he’s waiting.

“…I’m not supposed to blab,” Gojo complains, sighing a big gust of air as he flops onto Yoshi’s egregiously small couch. He pulls out his phone, musing over how long it’s been since Yoshi left. “She’ll arrive any minute, alright?”

Is he stalling? Yes. The students are much nicer when Yoshi’s around, especially Megumi. It’s kind of rude at this point when he thinks about it.

“You mean she’s off-campus,” Nobara states, eyes focused on the bracelet sitting on Yoshi’s coffee table. “And she’s gonna teleport back here with that anchor.”

“Correct,” Gojo throws her a thumbs up. “Oh! This might be a good time to mention it,” he continues, sitting up. “A lot happened during the attack. That veil was used to keep my attention on the forest while another attack was initiated in the main buildings. Gakuganji and Utahime ran into curse users—we interrogated one, confirming that the special grade curses you encountered are cooperating with humans. And…” Gojo eyes Megumi in particular, “We confirmed that this group is at least partially responsible for the curse seals that have been appearing on civilian victims around the world.”

A young and androgynous monk, white-haired with a spot of pink in it.

The description given was far too specific. It’s the sorcerer that used an ice technique to cause chaos in Germany just before Yoshi could revive a potential witness.

Megumi doesn’t react much, but he’s had years to learn how to read thi kid. His jaw tightens, his arms, already folded, hide the way his hands squeeze into fists. “So Yoshi was right,” Megumi surmises. His eyes flicker to the other students. “She suspected a connection between the curses and those curse seals I mentioned, but couldn’t prove it,” he explains to his classmates.

“She had proof,” Gojo admits, laying his head back. “Kinda. But it was impossible to share.”

After all, the proof came from Wendy’s uncanny earrings, and Yoshi, for good reason, never wanted her to be so involved. Civilians aren’t even supposed to know about sorcery, let alone work alongside a sorcerer. Wendy ‘feeling a vibe’ isn’t a credible source. It’s a shame that it took two attacks and so many deaths—in Osterby and now here in Tokyo—before Gojo had any sort of conclusive evidence to back her up.

“That being said—”

“How did they get past Tengen’s barrier?” Nobara cuts him off. “And know when to attack, and where to go—is there someone leaking information?” she asks abruptly, answering her own question.

“There must be,” Megumi agrees, leaning against the counter next to Yuji. “That tree curse didn’t just know that Yoshi-sensei used talismans—it tried to stop her from teleporting, it recognized the signs when she went for her wrist.”

This isn’t news to Gojo, of course, but goodness—Megumi really is a sharp kid. Someone must’ve raised him well. “Yoshi said that the curse recognized her as the talisman user,” Gojo begins. “And, though I personally doubt it, since Mei took a shot at her, Yoshi wanted to find out if she had anything to do with the attack.”

It takes a few moments for the students to process that. Even Megumi, clever as he is, looks like he had no inkling about what Gojo just laid out for them.

“A shot,” Megumi echoes, realization dawning on his face, closely followed by shock. “Mei Mei took a shot at Yoshi-sensei during the attack. That’s why—?”

A sharp burst of cursed energy jolts them all—and Yoshi crashes onto the coffee table in a bizarre splash of water, clutching a length of braided white hair.

There’s a bit of screaming from the teens, but that was expected. What Gojo didn’t expect was all the water. “Why are you wet?” he demands, pulling his legs away from the dripping table.

“Why are all of you in my house?” Yoshi shoots back. She dumps the clump of hair onto the table and heads straight down the hall without waiting for an answer. Yuji and Megumi step out of her way. The bathroom door clicks shut behind her, and all three students set their eyes on Gojo again.

“What? This is pretty tame!” The braid of Mei Mei’s hair lays in a sad, soggy pile between them. Nobara looks ready to explode. Gojo isn’t supposed to spread this news, but—“Think about it, it's just hair! She bit off Naoya’s ear!”

—/—/—/—

“Thank you,” Miwa Kasumi whispers.

Yoshi slaps a bracelet on the student, and then she is alone once more in the forest, standing in blood-stained grass.

She sighs, rolling back her stiff shoulder as she thinks. Now what? How the hell am I supposed to know where to go? God, I miss Wendy.

If she could know for sure all her students were safe, she’d stop and call Yaga to assess the situation. But no one has tried to call Yoshi, so she can’t help but assume the worst: that everyone is too busy fighting to stop and call for help.

She’ll just have to check on each student personally.

A dull pressure starts up in Yoshi’s head as she reaches for her marks. Eight students across several kilometers of forest. Each one moving at different speeds, at different altitudes, too. Nobara and Mai are near water, their marks could rub off any minute. Yuji seems to be alone, but Todo had fixated on him earlier. That pair will be fine. They’re too sturdy to die quickly.

Her phone buzzes again, this time with a call from an unsaved number. Hopefully it’s Iori.

“Yeah?” Yoshi answers, but there’s just static on the other end.

There is no warning.

Just a swish of air, and then a piercing, jarring impact—an object drilling into Yoshi’s back, burning with savage force.

It knocks the wind out of her, the burst of violent cursed energy flooding her chest—

Yoshi’s reaction is instinctual, involuntary. The faulty nullification seal flares to life, instantly negating the fierce strength of whatever’s hit her, forcing it to a complete standstill instead of ripping straight through her chest. Her knees give out, dropping her onto the stained grass.

Something thumps to the ground behind her.

Yoshi tries to inhale, and feels a slicing pain over her left flank. Ribs broken. She can’t breathe, she can’t even sit up. It didn’t kill her instantly but she can’t—can’t fix it. She stares at her hands, pressed into the bloodied earth, but she can’t concentrate enough to feel the grass under her fingertips. She does feel the heat of her blood traveling down her waist and hip before it goes cool and sticky against her clothes.

I need to heal myself, Yoshi has enough sense to remember that. I don’t have any coins.

It hurts. Fuck, it’s all she can feel, all she can focus on. Her heart’s beating too fast, torn arteries spilling blood down her flank. The grass beneath her is more red than green, but it’s disappearing before her eyes as her vision darkens.

No time for a new talisman.

She lied to Nanami before, when she said that talismans take a long time to create.

They don’t.

It takes time to come up with new talismans, Yoshi’s talismans, the kind with exact intentions and comprehensible repercussions. But the sutras passed to Yoshi are different; they’re refined and ingrained through decades—centuries, maybe—of jujutsu work before her. She can write them in minutes. Seconds, even.

Old talismans are just too vile, though. Yoshi’s knowledge is nothing but an encyclopedia from shitty, short-sighted cultists. An unwanted, unstable library of invidious ways to fight or torture or dominate enemies.

Or outlast them.

That one, she thinks bitterly. Behind the jugular, up the trapezius but following the lateral fibers of the splenius capitis. It’s old work. An ugly, malevolent scripture. It should stay buried, yet it’s at the forefront of her mind already. Has to be that one.

It’s a little ironic. She just saved Kasumi after her neck was torn open. And now, Yoshi digs her nails in, tearing a new mark into her own flesh. It’s not a mark to heal, not truly. It’s an attempt to reach forever, a yearning towards stagnation. At least three practitioners sought immortality and failed, but they at least cultivated an ugly pair of seals that came close to preservation.

When her neck is carved out, throbbing noxiously as her ribcage reforms itself, Yoshi finally turns around, and looks at the dead blackbird that struck her.

Forest first. Clear the forest first, Yoshi urges herself. Then the bird bitch.

—/—/—/—

There isn’t much to insulate sound between the bathroom and the kitchen, no matter how much Yoshi tries to tune them out. Why the hell did Gojo let the students into her apartment? She doesn’t even have enough chairs for all of them.

“Shut up about that guy! I don’t wanna hear that name ever again.”

“I didn’t notice that the Head-Hei guy was missing an ear…”

“Gojo, you invited Mei.”

“Uh, yeah,” he confirms. It sounds like he’s talking with his mouth full. What the hell is he eating? “And it’s so awkward! Now I’m in a tight spot and I hate it, it’s very uncomfortable.”

Yoshi rolls her eyes as she pulls on a clean t-shirt.

“You’re uncomfortable?” Nobara exclaims. “Really?”

“What’s with all the scowls?” Gojo complains. “I still want Mei to throw in some recommendations. She can’t do that if she’s reprimanded. Or the whole goodwill event could get voided. There’s all sorts of ways to spin it.”

“Gojo-sensei, we can be promoted some other time,” Yuji blurts out. “What about Yoshi?”

“What? I knew she’d be fine. It’s Yoshi.”

“…You’re full of crap.” Megumi concludes.

The first years sound more outraged the more their teacher talks, and while Yoshi doesn’t blame them, she doesn’t share their sentiment either. Gojo sounds pretty flippant now, but in truth, he wasn’t so nonchalant when Yoshi recounted her part in today’s attack. Mei was paid to kill Yoshi, and it caught him off guard. She saw the disbelief on his face, and then she saw it change into understanding.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Gojo whines.

“I couldn’t really tell what it meant,” she shrugs. “Maybe Mei picked up a contract, or maybe she’s involved with the curses.”

He shakes his head. “Killing you for cash is within reason for her. Killing you to assist curses infiltrating and attacking the school is—well, that’d make it hard to take on missions, and get more cash. She wouldn’t do it without the assurance it wouldn’t affect her reputation.”

Meaning it was a sorcerer that contracted Mei. Someone ranked high enough to give that kind of reassurance.

“This is how Yuji ended up dead too,” Gojo informs her, hands laced together. “The first years conveniently got assigned to a mission way above their level while I was out of town. You’re not as easy to dispatch, so they went more underhand.”

Yoshi’s not easy to kill, but only because she’s willing to be underhanded, too. She focuses on her reflection in the bathroom mirror, clipping her hair up to get a clear look at her neck.

The seal has to go.

She glances around the sink counter and swears under her breath. Of course she forgot to take a knife before locking herself in the bathroom. There’s no way Yoshi is going to use her fingers again for this awful thing, so she begins to rummage through the cabinets and her toiletries for any sort of blade.

“—must’ve been paid in advance,” Gojo informs the students, continuing the conversation that Yoshi lost track of. “I’m not sure how much, but a couple of councilmen or Zenins must’ve chipped in…”

In fact, there are three names that Mei kindly typed out for her. It kind of unnerved her, the ease with which Mei gave up her benefactors. Did she not care if Yoshi went after jujutsu execs? Or did Mei know that, even right now, Yoshi would rather keep her silence about all this?

Yoshi stops what she’s doing to grab her work phone, and texts the names to Gojo. There’s also a dozen missed calls and texts on this phone that she has yet to acknowledge.

One of the texts stands out more than the rest.

tell me you didn’t use it on campus. he’ll notice.

It can be a real pain when Wendy spams her with dozens of messages, but today she has every reason to be worried. Guilt begins to coil in Yoshi’s throat. She deserves a call, but Yoshi can’t do that now. She types out a short email instead.

School event ambushed. A student signed in.

Which student? Blue, the blue one. She’s blue, and she has the blue bracelet.

I got ambushed during the ambush (names at end put a hit on me). It was on campus but under a strong veil. I think there was too much activity at once for him to notice. And there’s a staff - Playful Cloud?

That last sentence almost gets deleted. It’d been such a fleeting thing, and maybe her reaction was so strong because of the stress she was already under. But not only is it rare for Yoshi to recall something so specific—it’s worrying that it was Megumi that evoked it. A person, a face she didn’t know until quite recently.

There’s no way we could’ve met before, Yoshi reasons. He would’ve said something.

“What do we do with… y’know, the hair?” she hears Yuji ask nervously. “Yoshi-sensei isn’t gonna keep it, right?”

“Sell it for cash.” Of all people it’s Megumi that suggests it, and Gojo bursts into mean laughter. “It’s Mei. Seems fitting…”

Yoshi puts down the phone and examines two razors. There’s a leg razor, but it’d be silly to pull it apart for a single puny blade. She also has a straight razor meant for eyebrows and peach-fuzz and whatnot.

How did I get here? Yoshi wonders herself, a little amused but mostly just resigned as she pours isopropyl alcohol over the face razor. Wendy’s gonna laugh at me.

It doesn’t take much effort, at least. Just a lot of resolve to slide a blade over her neck in one, measured stroke. The razor breaks through every jagged tear of the physical mark, one by one.

And then Yoshi can breathe again, feel whole and alive and almost clean.

Almost.

Yoshi pull her hair back into a ponytail, unlocks the door, and goes out to rejoin the sorcerers bickering in her kitchen.

—/—/—/—

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A/N: I'M SORRY FOR THE DRAMA i swear there will be other chapters with less plot and more fluff. I really wanted to include the baseball game, but it's just not meant for this chapter. I mean, Mei Mei was dropped into a ocean and bullied by Yoshi off-screen, so. Yeah. They're still gonna have a nice to time playing baseball, but the serious stuff had to be acknowledged first.

#I'M LATE #am also wine drunk whoops? #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #good vibes/bad juju #jjk spoilers #gojo satoru #jjk oc #jujutsu kaisen oc #jjk manga spoilers #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #jjk fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen ocs #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen manga spoilers #gojo x oc

[frecklystars]

Hello hello! I hope you're doing well! I wanted to ask, have you thought of any reverse or just AUs in general for your F/Os? Like... For example, have you thought of an AU where you're the giant robot and Starscream's the little human who falls for you? If you have, I'd love to hear about them!! :D

OH. GOSH. YES. ALWAYS. ALL THE TIME. YES. I'm so glad you asked, thank you anon!! :DD

I have an AU where my self insert turns into a Cybertronian, just goes ✨ poof! ✨ turns into a Cybertronian Seeker or something. I made this AU when I was really, really bitter that some people in the fandom were like "if you make a Seeker OC just to ship with Starscream, and make her overpowered and feared by Megatron, she's a MARY-SUE and you're ANNOYING" or whatever, and it made me SO DAMN SALTY I decided to make an AU where I'm the coolest Cybertronian with pretty wings and rainbow glowing freckles, because why the hell not!!!

StarKeri is cuddling in the meadow and poof it happens and Starscream is like "what the fuck. what the fuck" and Keri is like "what the fuck? what the FUCK" and then Starscream is like "YOU'RE A SEEKER? YOU'RE A SEEKER. THIS IS GREAT. I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE A SEEKER"

And then there's short chapters I've written where he's teaching her how to transform, because now she's got a vehicle mode she doesn't understand, she has parts of her that she doesn't understand like the wings on her back, the way she feels something turning in her system which is so normal for a robot alien but so foreign to her.

And other chapters where he's like "I'm so glad I can actually hold you in my hands and kiss you and not worry about my weight crushing you, or if I lean in too far I might knock you over. I can just kiss you like normal" and they get to explore that level of intimacy for a bit

And for some reason because I just like drama, she doesn't go to the Autobots for help, she goes to Knockout, because Starscream INSISTS the Autobots don't know about it. And Knockout is like "buddy I'm a horror dentist at best, why are you bringing me into this situation, I cannot help you. Unless if you need me to give her a new paint job and teach her how to fight and how to drive, I am just gonna watch this whole thing unfold"

And I wrote this scene where Megatron is like "ah. :) a new decepticon to our ranks. welcome." and he 100% knows it's Keri because, well, the freckles? the voice? the... way she nervously fidgets and stands on her toes? yeah, it's her. And he's so amused but he's not letting on that he knows.

So he asks "what is your designation" and Starscream and Keri look at each other because shit they didn't think of a name. and she can't say "hi I'm Keri" because Starscream is worried about what would happen to her if she was found out, for reasons I did not think to write yet but I'm sure I'll come up with something... so she just says "I'm. Um. I was a Commander of my... ship... my fleet of -- my army. And my name? Yeah it's - Captain - shit, no, Commander... Sssssss.....Star... Flo...wer...?"

And Starscream looks at her like oh my fucking god you did not just say that. how could you say that and Megatron is trying SO HARD not to laugh because STSC looks like he's going to explode and this new "Decepticon" (with an AutoCon insignia no less??) looks so OUT of place and NERVOUS and he's just. he's losing it.

And he repeats "Starflower. Your name is Starflower?" And she's like "yeah yup yep yep yep that's meeee. Commander Starflower. Totally. The best there is, at, um, commanding the - yes." And Megatron says "well. you're awfully small even for a lightweight class of your build -- I just may call you my little starflower" (as a play on "little warrior" he normally called her when she was human; he genuinely doesn't know about Starscream's nickname for her already being "little starflower", so it's just another Thing for Starscream to be like "NO. GOD, PLEASE, NO" about)

And Starscream just has to SIT THERE and FUME without SAYING ANYTHING while his greatest enemy and leader is flirting with his Conjunx and calling her HIS SPECIAL NICKNAME HE MADE *FOR HER* and then once Megatron walks away he's got steam coming out of his vents and he's like "WHAT!!! WAS!!! THAT!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU COULD HAVE SAID ANY NAME. ANY NAME IN THE WORLD. AND YOU CHOOSE STARFLOWER, KERI"

As for another AU where Starscream is a human, I like that too. I've made a humanformers AU, but no specific story with it other than having the excuse to draw him in suspenders ❤❤❤

I've worked a little bit on an actual Reverse AU like the one you've mentioned, where Keri's Cybertronian and he's a human, not necessarily established but rather just out of unexplained magic, and I think it'd be cute if he said "oh, I can't call you my little starflower anymore, I suppose" and she says "no, but I can call you my little starlight! :)" and he's gotta crouch down on the ground and catch his breath because his heart is about to damn near beat RIGHT out of his chest

#props to you if you read this whole thing you're a rockstar #thank you for asking anon that was so sweet 🥺🥺💚 #i miss my starliiiiight #i love my wockeez but omg. starscream is rly just Here in my HEART #and im a'YEARNIN' folks #anonymous #asks #keepsake #self insert asks #💕 Two falling stars ✨

[hoseokmylovesworld]

Sway Me More | Mafia!Jungkook (M)

Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x Assassin!OC  

Part 2: Sway With Me (M) / Part 3: Sway Me Smooth 

Requested: Anonymous:

“ ok i think i got something. i was thinking e2l mafia leader!jk and assassin!oc. they're always competing on killing the same enemies and oc beats kook to it everytime but plot twist he's actually sleeping w oc in secret, his gang doesn't know that she basically does the dirty work for him. maybe a scene where jk is busy in his office and feels something is off and he and oc pull guns on one another but its just a form of power play bc that's their relationship. dirty talk, oral male receiving, reverse cowgirl in his office chair, choking, little bit of degradation bc one of the victims oc had to seduce but kook calls her his little slut bc he's possessive like that and they both just have lots of tattoos and piercings. maybe some light bondage too? he ties her hands and the petname sweetness? i love that shit sm. ok i'm out of ur hair now fksks ”

Genre: Mafia!Jungkook, BTS mafia au, Smut, humor, e2l, angst, pining.

Length: 15,664k Words

Warnings: Strong language, lots of violence, minor deaths, guns, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, squirting, overstimulation, orgasm denial, dirty talk, BDSM(?), degradation kink, praise kink, light bondage, choking, breath play, spanking, rough sex (if you couldn’t tell), possessive!jungkook, Mr. and Mrs. Smith vibes.

A/N:

1. Not sure if this counts as a Song Fic, but this ask immediately made me think of Sway With Me by Saweetie and GALAXARA hence the title so that was on repeat haha (Stream Birds of Prey: The Album and Stay Gold for clear skin!!).

2. I didn’t mean to make the OC that crazy she just kinda was. Like honestly I don’t know what happened at the end there. Also, I thought it would be a fun dynamic for them to only refer to each other by last names. (Y/L/N)

3. Shouts out to this anon for being so specific! Writing this fic ruined my search history.

3.b You said a little bit of degradation, but I mighta over did it lol.

4. This is really fucking long. For no reason...I’m not sorry, it’s all worth it in the end. Please leave a comment, let me know what you think

Jungkook sat in the back seat of his black town car parked at the street corner, his eyes never leaving a specific window of the skyscraper adjacent to him. He watched as the piece of shit who meddled with his gang’s last drug deal canoodled with his lady friend in his apartment. Probably a hooker, he thought. This particular criminal to land on the mafia’s hit list, has been known to bring home many a sex worker. 

He took a look at his Rolex and sighed; the man as slowly, but surely losing patience. They’ve been here for a good hour. A hit has never taken this long to complete for Jungkook’s team. He communicated his frustrations to his sniper, Taehyung, who was camped out in the building directly across from the apartments. 

“When the fuck is this bitch gonna leave?” He grumbled through his earwig to his employee and friend. Taehyung laughs tiredly. 

“Yeah, I’m asking myself the same thing. They’re not even fucking, they’ve been talking and kissing for like thirty minutes.” The sniper griped.

Jungkook chuckled, hearing the response in his ear. “Just stay sharp. Or you’re back on cockfight duty.”

Taehyung paused. “You wouldn’t.” 

“Just focus, yeah?” Jungkook said, refocusing his binoculars to check on the couple in the apartment so that he could see them clearly. The bright lights in the room and the lack of curtains or shades helped him out immensely with that.

“Sure thing, boss.” 

Jungkook could barely craft a response due to the shock that took over him at what happened next. He watched as the female sitting to the left of the target with her legs draped over his thighs, pulled a knife, seemingly out of her crotch, and stabbed the white collar criminal in the gut at lightning speed. 

He lurched up in pain and grabbed at the knife only for his date to pull it out and stab him again, making deep eye contact all the while. She was obviously a strong woman to overpower a man of his burley stature. But why would she want to?                                                                                                                                                        

“What the fuck was that?” Jungkook asked immediately, continuing to watch the scene unfold carefully.

“Looks like his date just stabbed him.” Taehyung responded, just as confused as his superior. 

“I can fucking see that, but why the fuck would the hooker kill him?” He raised his voice in annoyance. The murderous hooker finished the job, wiping her fingerprints off of the knife still lodged in the target's stomach and travelled to  a nearby closet. 

Jungkook watched, overcome with awe and confusion, as she returned with a duffle bag. And his jaw literally drops when he sees her pull white coveralls out of the duffle bag, put them on over her clothes and switch off the lights in the apartment, completely blocking Jungkook’s view.

“Fuck, what’s she doing now, Taehyung?” He asked quickly, knowing that the scope on his sniper had night vision. 

“She’s...cleaning the apartment...and the body.” 

So she’s done this before, Jungkook thought pensively.

“Do you recognize her?” He uttered, needing to know more about this woman  immediately.

“Hell no, I would remember this bitch.” The gunman responds instantly.  

“What the fuck is going on?” His boss muttered to himself and Taehyung took the liberty of answering him. 

“She’s leaving.” 

Jungkook cocked his head back in surprise. “Well that was fast.” 

 “You’re telling me...she’s making her way to the street. You want us to go after her?” 

He thinks about it. No harm done, he figured.

“No, leave her be. Less mess for us.” 

“Roger that.” Taehyung nodded and packed his things. Jungkook ordered his driver to take him home and they called it a very eventful day. 

What Jungkook didn’t count on was encountering that same perpetrator again...and again. Ever since he came across this deadly woman the first time, it’s like he can’t escape her now. “The Hooker”, as the mafia were calling her, had killed three more of the names on their hit list of people who had crossed them...directly before Jungkook’s men got the chance to do it themselves. 

And the fact that it didn’t affect the gang took a backseat to the amount of irritation it brought them and Jungkook for their victim to drop dead in front of them at the hands of someone else. It angered Jungkook because he didn’t know who she was or her motives. She was obviously dangerous and stealthy and could be coming for them next for all they knew. He knew he had to catch her and find out what she was about. 

“Alright, guys. You know what to do.” Jungkook huffed to his men through his earpiece as they prepared to ambush a traitor of the gang. He had been on the run recently, selling mafia secrets and tonight the gang would put an end to him and soon, everyone he blabbed to. 

After three days of following leads, they took to tracking and set out after him. Jungkook and his members followed the conspirator from a distance and three different sides in an attempt to corner him in the ominous dark of the night. They were closing in on the ex-gang member consistently and it all seemed to come to fruition when he shuffled into a dark alley. 

This is too easy, the mafia boss thought enthusiastically to himself. Jungkook and six of his men sped up in pursuit, hoping to trap the imbecile before he realized he was a dead end. Finally, the group turned into the alley quickly, expecting to find a young man ready to shit his pants. Instead they found his slumped over corpse that had been propped up against a dumpster. 

Jungkook’s spine straightened in astonishment. They literally just saw him walk into the alley and he just drops dead? Each of the men look around for who could have done this in possibly two minutes flat. The leader draws his gaze to the roof directly in front of him and grinds his teeth in anger at the sight in front of him. The Hooker from weeks ago stood above them with an amused smirk on her face in a black, hooded catsuit. 

“You gotta be fucking kidding me!” He roared.

“Would you clean that up for me? Thanks.” She deflected playfully and took off in the opposite direction, jumping from one rooftop to another.

“Get her.” Jungkook said calmly, still looking at the spot where the woman was previously standing. He’s had enough of this nonsense and he would be getting answers.

The gang moves out immediately, splitting up in search of the murderer. Two of them take the firescape closest to them, while the remaining men circle around the buildings to cut her off eventually. In the meantime, Jungkook calms himself down and examines the body.

“How did she even do this?” He pulled a leather glove from his breast pocket and moved the head of the deceased to the right side, looking him over carefully. He promptly noticed bruising around his neck and blood on the crown of his head.

“She choked you out that fast...without making a sound?” He whispered, completely impressed, but absolutely irritated at the same time. He sighed, at a loss and took it upon himself to actually dispose of the body. He waited in the alley with his arms crossed, thinking of how he wanted to interrogate this possible threat. 

His men communicated to him that the woman had seriously injured Jimin and Suga and that Hoseok and Jin would stay with them, but the good news was that they caught her and were on their way back.

“Wonderful.” He sighed sarcastically into his earpiece. 

After thirty long minutes, Namjoon and Taehyung re-entered the alley, this time carrying their new victim by her arms, her hands restrained behind her back with the rope originally meant for the traitor. She struggled against their hold as they made their way in until she laid eyes on Jungkook. 

She straightened slowly and walked with confidence, studying him thoughtfully as they passed the mafia leader and turned her to face him while forcing her to her knees. She winced slightly as her knee caps came in contact with the hard, wet ground.

The three of them watched carefully as the leader paced back and forth leisurely, his gaze focused on the puddles on the ground with his hand picking at nothing in particular on his lip. His train of thought was disrupted when the voice of the woman echoed through the alley.

“You gonna say something?” She scoffed impatiently. Jungkook turned to her slowly, revealing his dark, disapproving facial expression. He didn’t miss the flash of mischief in her eyes when they finally made eye contact.

“You incopacitated two of my men.” He started, continuing to walk back and forth in front of them with his hands behind his back. 

“They were chasing me.” She shrugged.

Jungkook stopped in his tracks at the negligence of her tone. He turned on his heel to face his suspect with a serious face. “Who are you and why do you keep killing my targets?” he demanded, just wanting to get to the point of why they were here. A humored smile broke out across her face.

“Your targets? Someone’s a little full of themselves.” She giggled innocently.

“Tell me and I won’t take a hammer to both your shoulders.” He said smoothly looking deeply into her eyes making sure he got his point across. 

Her cocky smirk dissipates but doesn't completely disappear. 

“You don’t have a hammer.” she muttered to herself, thinking that the mafia leader couldn’t hear her. He just gave her a pointed look, silently telling her to continue. She licks her lips slowly while holding Jungkook’s stormy gaze. 

“I was paid, you asshole.” She muttered.

“By who?” 

“No one you and your goons need to worry about.” He sighed and looked up in frustration. “Why?” 

The woman shook her head furiously. “Are you daft? It’s my job, obviously.” 

Jungkook whipped his head in her direction, his eyes widening slightly and his voice taking on a more agitated tone. 

“You disrespect me one more time and I’m gonna slap that smug smirk off your face.” He warned her harshly.

“Promises, promises.” She sang with that self-satisfied grin that he was having mixed feelings about. 

With that, Jungkook swifty brought his hand up to backhand the assailant and jumped in her direction, but stopped when his hand was halfway to her face. She didn’t move an inch or even blink. She even narrowed her eyes at him playfully. 

He backed away from her, impressed. She may have earned some of Jungkook’s respect that day, but he would never tell a single soul about it. He composed himself, eyeing her carefully. He then enganges her in a more calm conversation.

“Do you know who I am?” 

“Yes.” 

“Does your employer know who I am?” 

“I have multiple. Some do.” She shrugs coolly. 

“What do they—” 

“Look we know you're in charge of the mafia, or whatever, but we don’t care. The people I’ve killed have wronged more than just you and your circus of idiots here and they deserved to die.” She gestured to the two henchmen holding her in place. 

“Besides I did you a favor. Several, actually. I’m a blessing in disguise.” She smiled sweetly.

Jungkook shakes his head in disagreement. “You’re a fucking pain in my ass is what you are.” 

“Oh, what a pleasure. And how do you figure that?” 

“Some mysterious...aggressor taking out a number of important people on the east side. Wouldn’t that alarm you in my position?” He queried with a raised, pierced brow. 

“Mysterious? Mr. Jeon, do you find me attractive?” She leans forward and is yanked back in place by the men flanking her. She held a suddenly sultry and intense light behind her eyes directed at Jungkook. 

He couldn’t deny her beauty; anything with a pulse would be attracted to her. Seeing her up close, he noticed her many piercings along her ears, on her septum and her left brow, just like his. He could see tattoos peeking out from her sleeves and neckline of her suit and he wondered just how much of her body was covered by tattoos. 

He was trying not to let that get in the way of this interrogation and failing miserably with his mind wandering in dangerous directions. It didn’t help that he couldn’t look her in the eye for too long, her gaze was so captivating and somehow held so many emotions that they caused him to lose focus. 

He regarded her thoughtfully for a moment before asking, “What is your name?” 

“Deathstalker.” Wow, Jungkook thought to himself. 

“You wanna tell me your real name?” He offered, nodding at her.

“That’s the only name you're gonna get. And just a heads up, I’m not gonna talk if you torture me.” She says confidently with hooded lids. Is she bored?, the mob boss thought. He began to pace for a few moments, the only sound in the alley coming from his designer shoes squelching against the damp concrete.

“No...no, we’re not gonna hurt you.” Jungkook decided. The two henchmen that were restraining the woman, looked up in shock. Jungkook has injured or killed people for far less than what she’s done in the past hour. 

She tilts her head uncomfortably in the hold of the gang members, to get a good look at the mafia leader’s face. She gasps and beams as if she’s had an epiphany. 

“You like me.” She settled. 

He whips around to face her. “What are you on about?” 

“I thought I was gonna have to seduce you to get you off my back, but it seems you already have a soft spot for me.” She deduced with an appeased grin on her face. 

Jungkook’s breathing deepened. He thought quickly of what he could do to draw the attention away from the truth of her statement. He didn’t know what it was about her, but she was different from any of the other suspicious characters he’s interrogated. And for some reason he didn’t want to hurt her, but he couldn’t be seen as weak in front of his inferiors. 

In a flash, he was directly in front of her, teeth clenched and gripping her face tightly in his strong hand. His fingers pressed roughly into her jaw, her cheeks were forced to scrunch up, obscuring her vision and her mouth was bound to a permanent, painful pout. 

“Stop spewing nonsense, I wouldn’t sleep with you if you were the last woman on earth. You’re too dirty.” He lied gratingly. “I don’t have soft spots for anyone and you would do well to learn that. Come into my sight again and you’ll see what kind of damage I can really do.” He seethed. 

“Hot.” Deathstalker replied through forcibly clenched teeth. Jungkook sighed before flimsily releasing her chin, flinging it to the right causing her to wince. Jungkook inwardly did the same at the sight. 

“Let her go.” The henchmen do as they are told. “Get out of my sight.” She got up off her knees awkwardly with her bound wrists.

“I’m sure you know how to get rid of that yourself.” Jungkook nodded at the rope around her wrists. She nodded back casually and walked passed Jungkook, brushing up against him as she did so. 

“Catch you on the flip side.” She whispered to him before she took off in a run into the night.

Three weeks had passed without a surprise appearance from “Deathstalker” and Jungkook was beginning to think she had actually heeded his warning in the alley. He should be pleased with this fact, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. 

Not only was the thought of her ingrained in his mind, but he was slowly convincing himself that maybe he did appreciate her services even if he wasn’t the one paying for them. His men seem to have gotten lazier with the physical side of organized crime since Jungkook’s encounter with Deathstalker. 

Or perhaps with no one to properly clean up the mess left after a hit, he’s noticing just how sloppy they’ve been. Either way, people are talking and names are traveling through the air like pollution; they can’t go on like this. 

He and his men have been actively searching for the assassin and any information they could find on her. The leader didn’t disclose his true motives to his foot soldiers for fear of looking weak, but he couldn’t have the feds knocking down the doors of his companies and he was desperate. They succeeded in finding her real name, her past hits and the names of some of her employers, but nothing on where she was hiding or how to contact her. 

Jungkook curses himself for not realizing Deathstalker’s worth sooner and tries to calm his rampant mind by chugging his flute of champagne. He looks around, disinterested at the ostentatious group of people at the pompous event he was advised to attend. 

As the head of the leading construction company on the east side and since no one suspected his night job, he showed his face in these environments from time to time. This one happens to be an art auction and Jungkook was regretting it by the minute. 

He quickly snagged one more flute of champagne before taking his seat in the front row for the auction. Half-way through the auction he considers leaving, he hasn’t raised his number card once as none of the pieces appealed to him. His head began to lull back out of pure boredom before he heard an all-too familiar voice above the noise. 

“Two million dollars!” The voice was forthright and attractive, causing every head to turn in it’s direction. 

Jungkook didn’t have to look far as the owner of the voice was sitting in the front row as well, roughly twelve seats away. His eyes widened at his suspicions being proven correct. He stares at her for a few moments, taking in her full appearance since meeting her for the first time in the alley. 

She traded in the black cat suit for a peach colored cocktail dress that hung off of one shoulder and blinding white pumps. She covered up her tattoos with makeup to Jungkook’s dismay, but still showed off her many piercings and her long wavy hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail. That’s a good look, thought Jungkook who spared her one last glance before settling into his seat and devising a plan for how the rest of the night will go. 

The auction finally came to an end and the elites took to day drinking and networking once more. Jungkook blended in with the crowd, but kept a close eye on Deathstalker, waiting to find her away from her companions. He spotted her amongst strangers, nursing a glass of champagne and intently watching the middle aged crooner sing along with the orchestra.

When Marimba Rhythms start to play

Dance with me 

Make me sway

Then he pounced.

He positioned himself behind her and leaned in to speak softly into her ear. “What are you doing here?” 

She didn’t flinch or even react to his words, as if she knew he was there, and just continued to enjoy the music. She never failed to impress him.

“Well, killing all your targets actually counts for something. I’m spending my hard earned money on some fine art.” She smiled after a moment. Jungkook came to stand next to her instead. He took a swig from his drink, the two of them still not making eye contact. “You know it’s not polite to brag.” 

She finally turns to him to show off her expensive outfit. “Does this dress scream humble to you?” 

“No, but it does scream desperate.” He took her in, using it as an excuse to check her out. That cat suit didn’t do her legs justice in his opinion, but this ensemble has his approval. 

“For what?” She demanded, cocking her head to the side. 

“You tell me—” 

“You’re full of shit, Jeon.” The assassin sneered and quickly turned to walk away. Jungkook catches her by the bicep at the last second, attempting to make it look playful and desperately trying to avoid any unwanted attention.

“Wait.” He smoothly but firmly pulled her back to him, guiding her left hand to his shoulder and holding onto her right one before leading her in a slow dance towards the dance floor. He told himself he needed a more discreet position to confide his intentions in her ear again. 

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close

Sway me more

“I have a proposition for you.” 

She glances up at him, sporting narrowed and curious eyes. “Oh? This should be good. Last time you saw me, you threatened to hammer my limbs in.” She swiftly stomped on his foot, with a tight-lipped, spiteful smile. 

He groaned and gathered himself with closed eyes before getting down to business. “Drop the attitude Y/L/N.” Jungkook grumbled, causing the assassin to freeze, but he made sure to keep them moving. She switches from her normal playful demeanor to a more formidable version of herself and he is almost alarmed by the switch. She leans closer to him to reach his ear and drops her voice to a grave whisper.

“How did you know my last—” 

Jungkook doesn’t back down from her close, menacing form and goes as far as to tease her with a satisfied smirk. “Hate to break it to you, but you’re not the only computer genius in this room okay?”

She only glares off into the distance, clenching her jaw. 

“What?” Jungkook revels in the feeling of having the upper hand on her. “My men may not be able to catch you in action, but they do know their way around a file cabinet.” He shares proudly, biting his lip with joy.

Realizing the leverage he had over her, Y/N made the decision to hear him out. “What the fuck do you want?” She spat before Jungkook spun her and dipped her quickly. And though she was angry, she moved with grace and he couldn’t help, but admire her beauty. 

Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

“You.” He smirks, already missing her playful personality and hoping to bring it back out. He smiles wider when he succeeds.

She finally cracks a smile and throws her head back, unable to stop herself from laughing. “That’s funny, I thought you wouldn’t fuck me if I were the last woman on earth.” She threw his line back at him effortlessly.

The mob boss hesitates for a split second. “Okay, your memory is impeccable, I get it, but I’m talking about your services.” 

Y/N blinks in bewilderment before forming the words she never thought she would. “You want me to work for you?” He nods evenly.

“I’ve already killed five targets for you, Jeon. What more could you want?” She sputtered, not being able to fathom the request. Jungkook only releases her hand, keeping the other wrapped around her waist and nods to the empty balcony of the ballroom before leading her through it’s floor length glass doors. 

“Trust me, I’m well aware. It was insanely fucking annoying,” He said earnestly, making the assassin giggle. His heart seemed to lurch at the sound, but he ignored the pleasant pang in his chest to continue his proposal. “Until I noticed how well you clean up after yourself. Leaving almost no trace of your involvement at the crime scene.” 

He released Y/N’s waist carefully close to the door of the balcony, peering into the room to see who might be looking at them. They seemed to have a bit of privacy as of right now.

Y/N tilted her head and raised her eyebrows sincerely. “Are you really shocked that the neanderthals you hired aren’t too keen on cleaning up after themselves?” 

 “I’m trying to compliment you.” He sighed looking up.

 “You’re doing a pretty shit job.” She mumbled. He ignores her complaints and carries on. He tucks his hands into his pants pockets and walks towards her.

“My men haven’t been as stealthy as possible as of late and there’s talk that we may have caught the attention of the authorities.” 

“Again, are you surprised?” She overannunicated sassily with her arms crossed.

He marched up to her, towering over her small frame intimidatingly. “Don’t push it, Deathstalker.” He sneered at her. Her snark was beginning to piss him off. Why was he always so hot and cold with her?

“Or what?” She said seductively, suddenly snaking her arm around his torso and pressing herself against him. She gazed up at him, with flirtatious eyes

Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek, gazing back down at the woman coolly. He considers feeding into her words and actions for a second, but figures it’s probably just one of her games so he tosses the idea. “I’m trying to make you an offer here.” He insisted. The mercenary sucks her teeth, lets go and turns to walk away. “Ugh you’re no fun...You couldn’t handle me anyway.”

The one time he tried to be professional. He pulls her back by the arm, forcefully pressing her into the stone wall next to the door of the balcony. He presses himself against her firmly while gripping her small waist with one hand and her chin with the other. 

"Fine,” He challenged. “Is this what you want? You want me to fuck you right here, up against this wall, like a little slut?" He spoke in a low voice so as not to concern the guests inside and the rumble of Jungkook’s voice in his chest made Y/N’s body start to heat up.  

His offer brings a genuine, delighted smile to her face. She tosses the idea around in her head while making heated eye contact with Jungkook. But that would never work, she thought bitterly. Her date would come looking for her soon. Not a good look when you're trying to bag a guy and rob him for his millions. So she decided to tease him instead, It was the perfect opportunity with him being all riled up like this. 

"I knew you liked me…” She let her sultry yet snide words linger, toying with the fabric of his collar. “But that would be unprofessional, Mr. Jeon...seeing as you are now my boss." she uttered softly, still keeping her seductive gaze. Jungkook briefly wonders if she could feel his dick twitch when she said his name like that before refocusing on the situation.

When we dance you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me

He took the sudden change of pace and her choice of words as her officially accepting his offer and released his hold on her with a grimace. She walks by him, smoothing down her dress with an unfazed expression and heads to the railing to take in the view, as if she wasn’t just assaulted by one of the most important men in the country. 

“So you’ll do it?” 

She kept her back to him, letting her heavy voice travel over her shoulder casually. “How much will you give me?” 

He joins her side, resting his hands on the railing. “Eight hundred, thousand.” 

She whips her head in his direction, an obviously offended expression on her face. “Do I look like one of your minions?” Y/N inquired. 

“It would be your first job with me, you gotta start somewhere.” He made a gesture with his hand, trying to reason with her.

“I started years ago and I’m good at my job. The best actually…I want a million.” She decided with a hand on her waist. 

Jungkook blinked repeatedly, taken aback. “You want me to give you a million dollars?”

“Yes, or no deal.” She answered quickly before he could even finish the question. The mafioso took a step back and laughed silently in disbelief. 

“You’re infuriating, you know tha—” 

“And you make me wanna vomit.” 

“You’re projecting.” 

“Oh, suck a dick Jeon!” She began marching towards the glass doors into the ballroom before Jungkook caught her by the arm and brought her back to him swiftly. 

“Fine, it’s yours.” He muttered, glaring down at her with frustrated eyes. 

The woman simply winked playfully at him and caressed his face. “I knew you’d come around.” She beamed looking satisfied and walked away only to be yanked back to Jungkook’s chest yet again. This time she grumbled in slight annoyance. He made a note to let up on the pulling. 

“If you cross me, we will kill you.” He said seriously. She only smiled as if he’d made a joke. 

“Unless I beat you to that too.” His face turned angry and he opened his mouth to speak when they heard the glass door open and a voice call toY/N. 

“Oh, Ruby, there you are. Is this guy bothering you?” An older gentleman in a suit and a gold chain spoke in a scraggly voice. Jungkook recognized him as Walter Schillings, a white collar criminal who has been giving Jungkook’s men a hard time and definitely landed himself on their hitist. 

Thankfully, the scum has never actually seen the mafia leader before so they were able to avoid a tricky situation at this crowded event. Though Jungkook had men scattered throughout the building in case anything went down, he never travelled alone. But, wait. Why was he referring to Y/N as Ruby?

The mafia leader had no time to figure it out because he had to explain why he was gripping this innocent looking woman the way he was. He lets go immediately and addresses the man. “We were just having a convers—” 

“No,” Y/N sighs and saunters over to Walter, grabbing his huge hand and having it encompass her small one. 

What the fuck is this? Jungkook thought, his heart suddenly racing. He tried to hide his emotions behind a cold demeanor. 

“Just some loser trying to get my attention.” She glanced back at Jungkook arrogantly, allowing Walter to slide an arm around her waist and kiss the side of her forehead as they re-entered the ballroom. 

Jungkook ground his teeth together at the sight and nearly sprinted to Walter to tear his arm off when he saw his hand reach down and grip Y/N’s ass. It bothered him even more that she hadn’t reacted whatsoever. 

He turned away and braced himself on the railing again, attempting to calm himself. “I hope she slits your goddamn throat, motherfucker.” He grumbled to himself, seething with anger. 

Jungkook spent the next fifteen minutes pouting on the balcony, gripping the railing in anger with a bothersome boner while the rich and famous boozed it up inside. Surprisingly no one had come out to bother him, giving him enough to time think about what he just saw. 

He didn’t know why the sight of Y/N with Walter infuriated him so, but he knew he never wanted to see it again. He wondered how she could flirt with him so heavily and then disregard him completely at the drop of a hat. He just wanted to make her eat her petty words, drive her as crazy as she seemed to be driving him. 

It didn’t help that he had been having fantasies of her for the past few weeks in that catsuit just letting him have his way with her. And here she comes, looking like sex on legs and clouding his judgement after disappearing for three weeks. Just who does she think she is? Jungkook sighed frustratedly at the pitiful turn his night had taken. 

He wished he had a distraction from his thoughts. He wished he could leave this vexatious place, but something was keeping him here and he had a feeling that, that something was a menace in a dress and liked to play mind games. 

Okay, so, the boner that won’t seem to go away may also be responsible for keeping him isolated on this balcony, but he had every intention of taking care of it. He just had to convince Y/N.

He quickly tucked his boner into his waistband and walked back into the ballroom like he never left, eyes peeled for Y/N’s small form among the guests. He sees her enter the restroom from afar and doesn’t think before pursuing her. 

On any other day Jungkook wouldn’t dream of executing what was going on in his head, but Y/N was admittedly the most breathtaking thing he’d ever seen and she caused him to think purely with his dick after their interaction today. 

He doesn’t know how he managed to skip into the women’s restroom without setting off any of the guests, but he considers it a victory when he’s in and locks the door without thinking about it. He turned to find Y/N touching up her make-up at the large mirror above the sinks. 

They make eye contact through the mirror, but they have yet to exchange words. Y/N narrows her eyes questioningly while Jungkook considers the silence and stillness in the room. So far so good. 

Jungkook’s shoes clicked on the tile floor as he took a few steps away from the door. “Where did your date go?” He questioned casually.

Y/N finally pauses touching up her face. “He also went to the bathroom, what are you doing in here?” She answers speedily, watching him intently through the mirror. “We made our deal.” 

“I came to see you…” The woman hums in understanding and starts on her lipstick again, seemingly uninterested. “You getting all dolled up for him?” Jungkook finishes.

“Essentially yes.” There is a pause before Jungkook just comes out with it. 

“So you gonna sleep with him tonight?” 

Deathstalker scoffed. “Of course not. I’m an assassin not a hooker.” 

Jungkook muffles a laugh at the inside joke amongst him and his men when his new ally finally starts to show some interest. “Why do you care anyway?” 

He walks up to her boldly, gripping her waist and pressing against her from behind causing her to put the make-up down and zero in on his face. She continued to watch his eyes when he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“I just wonder what he would say if I messed up this pretty little face.” He brings his hand up to gently grip her chin, unlike how he did earlier. She smiles slightly, making no attempt to free herself from his grasp. If anything she leans more into his touch.

“Mr. Jeon.” She drawled. “Are you still threatening me?” She bats her eyelashes coyly, knowing exactly what was going on. Jungkook has no idea why that innocent look and the words ‘Mr. Jeon’ falling from her mouth made him hard, but he continually needed more of it. He shuddered lightly at the name and her sweet, sweet voice, barely managing to keep his cool.

“Not in the painful way...unless you like that.” He rasped, brushing her lip with his thumb tenderly. She held back a moan and Jungkook took that as an invitation to take it a step further. 

“Do you want me?” He breathed deeply in her ear, sending chills down her spine.

She licked her lips and smiled her signature seductive smile. Jungkook was no match for both her smile and her beautiful doe-eyes. “Oh, Mr. Jeon, you know my pride won’t let me answer that.” 

“Cut the games Y/L/N. I’ve had enough of your shit today. Do you want me?” He repeats. He fully pressed his body into hers allowing her to feel the need that he had been accumulating out on the balcony, his breathing getting heavier. She returned the gesture, pushing back against him discreetly. 

“I thought we agreed that you would just be my boss.” She said with wide, naive eyes, though Jungkook knew better. 

“Well, then, as your boss I hope you would do as I ask and let me fuck you on this sink.” He let his fingers travel from her chin to her throat and let them wrap around her neck ever so gently, giving her just a taste of what was to come. He felt her swallow thickly and watched the innocent look in her eyes turn to primal lust. “So? You wanna see if I can handle you or not?” He whispered, touching his lips to her ear.

She shivered at the touch and quickly turned around to face him. Jungkook leaned in and they were nose to nose. She wrapped her arms around his neck, but their lips barely brushed when she backed away suddenly. He looked into her stern eyes confusedly. “This means nothing.” She said, making sure they were both on the same page. “I’m aware.” he responded before they both pounced at each other, teeth clacking and tongues swirling.

Y/N moaned in delight when Jungkook gripped the back of her thighs and sat her on the granite sink counter with a quickness. He forced her skirt up to her hips roughly so he could properly grind his crotch against her and she seemed to enjoy the rough handling. He made a note of that. 

His hands were everywhere on her, massaging her breasts, squeezing her hips and ass, eager to finally be living his most recent fantasies. Y/N revelled in the attention with a smile on her face, hands playing freely in his silky hair whilst he kissed along her neck. 

He quickly reached down between Y/N’s legs to find that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He leans back and their heated gazes meet. “You dirty little slut.” He noted, gruffly. “You like it.” She confidently reassured him. “You’re damn right, I like it.” He mumbled as he attached his lips firmly to hers and applied pressure, rubbing her swollen clit with his fingers. “...Mmm, God, you’re so wet.”

The assassin’s body jerked several times and she moaned into his mouth, grinding further into his touch. She separated from him when she couldn’t take anymore and stared deeply into his eyes. “Please,” she pauses to catch her breath. “Please fuck me, Mr. Jeon.” 

Jungkook unzipped his pants before she could even finish her sentence, preparing a condom that he is thanking God he brought with him today. “I like when you say my name like that.” He whispered against her ear.

“I know, your dick told me. Now, hurry before someone breaks the door down.” Jungkook then slides into her easily. Y/N sighs in ecstasy while Jungkook is stunned into silence at the way she gripped his dick. He starts to move almost immediately, holding her in place as he snaps his hips into her, their lips sloppily tangled all the while. The sound of their moans began to bounce off of the tile walls of the bathroom, both of them throwing any cares they had for being discreet out the window.

Jungkook grunted with excitement and pleasure at the sight in front of him. He was watching her moaning form closely, memorizing every detail of her incase he never got this chance again.

“Fuck yes. Your dick feels so fucking good inside me.” She panted, focused on his wide, intense eyes. “Just keep fucking me like that, Mr. Jeon.” He released a satisfied growl at the name.  

Even though he had only met her weeks ago, Jungkook never would have guessed that Y/N would be the type to beg for anything. But here she was under him, at his mercy just like in his dreams, begging for him. It occurred to him that the Deathstalker he met would never admit to or do any of this, but Y/N seemed to be living for it. The idea excited him so much that he didn’t know up from down and didn’t bother to control any nonsense that spewed from his mouth in response to her. 

“You look like a dirty little slut under me right now. Letting me fuck you in the bathroom while your date’s probably outside waiting or you.” He whispered harshly in her ear, never letting up as he continues to thrust in and out of her swiftly. 

Y/N threw her head back and moaned, feeling nothing but turned on by his comments. “Oh, fuck yes..” She murmured, letting herself be carried away with pleasure. 

“Not wearing any panties for him, letting him touch all over you, ugh...but I’m the one who gets to have this sweet pussy by the end of the night.” He breathed heavily, not taking his eyes off of Y/N’s face that was contorted in pure bliss. “Flirting with both of us all night long, making us want you. You’re such a bad girl.”

“I am, I’m a bad girl.” She whimpered hurriedly. “I need to be punished, Mr. Jeon.” She finished, her words not completely registering in her drunken state, but they resonated with Jungkook all too well. He forced himself to slow his thrusts considerably and focus on his breathing much to Y/N’s dismay.

She leans back into him and rests her forehead on his, running her fingers through his hair and grinding on him desperately. “No, no, no, no, no, no. Why did you stop?” Her low, lusty voice implored. 

Jungkook chuckles lightly. “You’re gonna make me cum sweetheart.” She pulled his hips into her helping him find a new rhythm. “Then by all means, do, Mr. Jeon. I want you to cum inside me.” She purred before kissing him softly. 

That set something off in him causing him to pound into her once more. Y/N was thrown back by the force, unable to hold her upper body up any longer. She rested her elbows on the counter and tilted her head all the way back while Jungkook thrusted away into her. 

He saw her face in the mirror and appreciated that he got the watch the pleasure they were experiencing together until he noticed her eyes were closed. 

He realised he didn’t wanna cum this way. He pulled out of her, ignoring her cries of disapproval, turned her around and roughly bent her over the counter. 

“Oh, baby, you gotta see this.” He rasped before sliding into her again and instantly started fucking into her wildly. Y/N yelped before biting her knuckle in order to keep quiet. “Oh my god, yes, fuck me!”

Jungkook grabbed her ponytail and dragged her up off the counter and into his chest so that he could whisper in her ear. She winced, but let him wrap her hair around his fist and pull harder, the back of her head totally resting on his shoulder. 

She could see him behind her, relentlessly hammering into her greedy body in all his glory. Maybe she misjudged him. The sight turned her on even more, sending another rush of wetness between her thighs. 

“You’d better keep it down princess. Wouldn’t want your date to think his girl was in here getting railed like a slut. Oh, wait.” Y/N wanted to laugh, but Jungkook released her hip to wrap his large hand around the base of her neck and firmly squeezed. 

Her eyes immediately rolled back at the gesture, but she made sure to refocus on the mirror as Jungkook was watching closely. The pressure was building in her core more and more. She was gonna fall over the edge any second now, she was so close.

“Oh m-ffffuck, yes! You’re gonna make me cum, Mr. Jeon.” She whined through clenched teeth, looking into his piercing eyes through the mirror. 

“Then fucking cum for me.” His deep voice grated in her ear. 

“Harder! Choke me harder!” Y/N pleaded as her orgasm crashed right into her. He squeezed tighter at just the right time and with just the right pressure that had Y/N seeing stars and prolonging her high. Jungkook held off his own orgasm, trying not to think about her velvety walls pulsating around him, so that he could watch Y/N fully enjoy hers. And boy was it something to watch. 

Her jaw dropped and stilled as her eyes rolled into her head, but it was the most beautiful thing Jungkook had ever seen. Her body was frozen in a perfect arch as he thrusted away into her and her hand firmly cradled his head so that their cheeks were pressed together. He would hold out for as long as he could as she rode her high completely if only to watch her like this for a little longer.

Eventually she tapped Jungkook's hand causing him to let go of her neck and she collapsed onto the counter breathlessly. “Holy fuck.” She gasped as she braced herself on the granite surface. 

She coughed a bit and caught her breath and then looked up at Jungkook with fucked out, voracious eyes. He never took his eyes off of her and never stopped pumping his dick into her delicious cunt. 

“You gonna cum for your little cock slut, Mr. Jeon?” Y/N croaked, throat sore from being choked. But every word sounded like music to Jungkook’s ears. That look on her face made him wanna blow his load on the spot. “Yeah, baby.” Is all he can offer as his hips break their rhythm without his permission.

“Please, cum inside me.” She moaned out as Jungkook emptied himself into the condom, hips sputtering near the end until they stopped with his dick still deep inside of her. He was in his own head, lost in a post-coital stupor, thinking about how that may have been the best orgasm he’s ever had when Y/N spoke up.

“You can get out of me now.” She said flatly, thrusting Jungkook back into the real world. He murmured an apology and withdrew himself from her, watching her walk casually into one of the stalls without a word or a look in his direction. 

He just stood there with his cock out wondering what the hell just happened. He thought they made a connection. He agreed that it wouldn’t mean anything, but was she really that cold hearted to just ignore him after a passionate experience like that? Well, she is a mercenary, his conscience defended, they’re not meant to be caring. 

As he heard the stall start to open up he quickly turned around, discarded the condom and tucked himself back into his pants. He then watched as she came back out looking more put together than before. 

She washed her hands and began to touch up her appearance again. This time she actually needed it. The foundation on her neck was rubbed off by his fingers, revealing the tattoos that Jungkook missed,  her lipstick was smeared and her high ponytail drooped due to the pulling. Awkward silence took over the spacious restroom. Is she really not going to say anything?

He decided to just come out with it. “What was that?” 

“What are you talking about?” She requested, haphazardly while fixing her hair in the mirror.

“Well, you were just all over me and now you’re acting like I don’t exist.” He said plainly.

“It’s called sex, you don’t fuck like a virgin so I assume you know what I’m talking about. Besides, I’m not acting like anything.” Jungkook had a hard time believing that. He knew what deflecting looked like, had seen it in many interrogations. 

“Then why won't you look at me?” He challenged.

Her eyes widened in annoyance as she reached around to place another bobby pin in her hair. “I’m kinda busy here, Jeon.” 

He couldn’t help, but feel bothered that she dropped the sassy formality of calling him Mr., an indication that she was enjoying his company. “Look, will you just talk to me for a sec—”

She suddenly stops what she’s doing. Her breathing is long and deep before she calms down and begins speaking smoothly with her eyes closed. “Look, Jeon. We don’t know each other and I don't know what you think you know about me or what you made up in your head, but you might as well forget all of that ‘cause it’s not real.” She sighed, continuing to recover her foundation.

“That wasn’t real?” He finally commanded. He hated to admit it, but he was slightly bothered when she didn’t even offer him a glance. “That?” She responded, only interested in her reflection.

“That,” He clarified, gesturing to the counter sternly. “What we just did, what we...said.” He gulped nervously. This wasn’t like him, he didn’t get nervous or have passionate sex with strangers and let it effect him. This is only his second time meeting this woman and he let her get in his head. He’s been asking himself the same question since meeting her in the alley: what makes her so different?

She put down her foundation and just stared at it blankly. “And what part of what we said are you confused about, pray tell.”

“Um, ‘I need to be punished, Mr. Jeon.’” He quoted promptly. 

Honestly the only thing he was confused about was why she was suddenly being so cold to him. All of the words they shared were noteworthy and he wanted her to acknowledge that. The whole experience still shocked Jungkook and he never dreamed it would actually happen. He just brought up a snippet that he thought might get her attention and maybe evoke some emotion finally. He chose wisely.

Her head whipped in his direction. “And you liked it, didn’t you?” She sneered. “Or perhaps we could talk about how you like to call women, sluts, hm?” 

“I thought you liked it,” He tried to get in, but she wasn’t having it.

Jungkook thought her angry face looked nothing like it did five minutes ago or even out on the balcony. She suddenly let out a bitter laugh and Jungkook realized that this woman probably wears many faces. Perhaps to defend herself. Perhaps to survive. Maybe he misjudged her. 

“You know, I didn’t take you for a person who throws things that people say during sex back in their face.” She accused, sporting a dark smile.

“Well, I’m sorry, but I didn’t take you for a...a—”

“A submissive?” She shot, putting an end to his stuttering. He deflated, all signs of anger or disapproval gone from his stance. “Yes.” He copped out, not knowing what else to say. “I just wasn’t expecting that.” 

Y/N visibly calmed down as well, turning back to the mirror and continuing her work. “Are you surprised?” She muttered, raising her eyebrows. 

Jungkook thought for a second before responding, evenly: “No.” Thinking about how much Y/N might have gone through to be so successful as a trained killer, she must have had to be the strongest and smartest person in the room on any given day. There had to be a time where she wanted to take a break, not be the person in charge for once. Jungkook could relate. 

His response made her pause, but she only cleared her throat and continued applying foundation in silence. I can’t leave things like this, Jungkook decided. He just got an actual glimpse into her personality and not the same act she puts on for the rest of the world. He found out that they might even have some things in common. He didn’t want her to shut him out now. It may have been a moment of weakness for both of them, but he wanted to continue this.

“I could, you know, help...punish you, i-if you want.” He spluttered with his hands in his pockets, trying to make himself look as confident as possible since his voice had already betrayed him. 

Y/N stills and turns to him with a confounded expression, but didn’t say anything.

“I mean, unless you already have a…” Jungkook left out the last word for her to hopefully pick up on, suddenly shy about the world of BDSM. 

“No, I don’t.” She rushed out, looking down at the counter and creating an awkward silence between them. “I’ll think about it.” She added genuinely. She looked at him over her shoulder and offered a gentle nod, her expression completely blank. 

Jungkook nods back in acknowledgement. “Okay, then.”

“Now get out of here, I’m sure there are ladies that need this restroom.” She pulled on her signature playful smirk, nearly giving Jungkook whiplash. Many faces indeed.

“Yeah, okay.” He gathered himself and walked towards the door, but turned back when he realized something. “Wait, how do I contact you for the job?”

“I’ll call you, now go.” She said packing up her stuff. 

Jungkook nodded, unlocked the door and quickly darted out of the bathroom. As he sped by he saw Walter down the hall posted in front of the men’s room patiently waiting for his date. Thankfully his head was turned when Jungkook made his way out of there and to the exit. He smirked wickedly, knowing he got away with his ridiculous plan. “Dumbass.”

Two weeks had gone by since the bathroom incident and Jungkook worked tirelessly to distract himself from thoughts of the beautiful assassin to no avail. He realized there was no escaping her. He thought their rendezvous at the auction would help get her out of his system, but it only fueled his addiction for her and now he was trapped in a vicious cycle that he didn’t know if he wanted out of. 

They kept in contact and Deathstalker killed the enemies on Jungkook’s hit list, but this time she was being paid by the mafioso himself unbeknownst to his men. They found themselves in situations much like the first time they ran into Deathstalker more often than not. Only now she had to be more creative as Jungkook’s foot soldiers still thought she was a possible threat.

As Jungkook sat across from Collin Boardly, a corrupt CEO/gang leader, he wondered if this would be one of those situations. Boardly is a fellow criminal that Jungkook was on good terms with until he heard that Boardly’s men have been attacking and blackmailing store owners in his territory. Jungkook insisted that he pay those victims back and restore all damages. He even invited Mr. Boardly to a very private game of poker so that they could properly discuss matters. 

They sat in the dimly lit restaurant owned by one of Jungkook’s close friends with their respective security surrounding them. Boardly felt obligated to bring his men as he offended Jungkook and now he was on his turf. Jungkook’s men insisted on backing him up, but he had a strong feeling that none of that would be necessary. 

They had already made small talk while getting the game started and Jungkook got straight to business. 

“So, I hear you’ve been terrorizing my streets. What’s the story there?” Jungkook inquired calmly. Boardly huffed a nervous laugh at the mention of what his men did. “Personally I think terrorizing might be too strong a word.”

Jungkook’s brows raised and his expression turned serious. “Well, what would you call threatening multiple lives at gunpoint, roughin’ ‘em up and demanding cuts of their earnings then? Business?” He denounced. 

“As usual.” Boardly finished the adage with a large smile. Jungkook only looked at him with the same no nonsense expression and Boardly seemed to regret making the remark.

“Just a joke, Jungkook.” He muttered. “I am sorry that I allowed my guys to do that.” He doubled down. “We simply didn’t know how far your territory reached. We meant no disrespect.”

“I appreciate that.” Jungkook replied, anger stirring inside him as he fought not to rip this man’s head from his shoulders.They continued to play in near silence until Jungkook finally pressed him for answers. 

“So how do you intend to fix what your guys broke?”

Boardly looked up with a lost expression on his face. “Excuse me?” He grumbled.

“There was damage done to these stores, yes?” Jungkook assessed slowly. “And you’ve already collected cuts from some of the owners…” He can see Boardly’s eyes widen slightly in recognition. 

“Oh, you didn’t know I knew that.” The mob boss gathered. “Anyway, I assume you’re ready to pay for that. I was thinking fifty, thousand dollars would cover it.” He suggested calmly. 

Boardly tried to give an excuse, stuttering. “I’m-I don't think you understand—”

“I understood you can afford it, judging by those chips.” Jungkook chided, gesturing to the large bet Boardly made in the center of the poker table. Boardly sighed at a loss. 

“Kook, listen.” The CEO leaned forward, trying to reason with his opponent. “We’re friends. It was an accident, can’t we just forget this happened?”

“No.” Jungkook responded instantly, his arms crossed. “We were...associates, but now you’re just someone who fucked with my community. So are you gonna pay it back or not?” He seethed furiously.

Boardly swallowed and stared at Jungkook for a few moments, wondering how else to bargain with him. He had too much pride to go through with this deal, especially in front of his inferiors.

“No.” He finally answered.

Jungkook sighed disappointedly. The air in the room turned ominous and it was felt by all. Normally, Jungkook would be killing Boardly by now and he could feel all of his men tense behind him, ready to kill if need be, but he was doing things differently today. He just nodded understandingly, before gesturing with his left hand to get Taehyung’s attention.

“Taehyung. Will you get me a glass of water from the kitchen please?” He asked politely without looking at him. He hears his right hand man head to the kitchen and he turns back to the piece of shit in front of him.

“Why, Collin? Is there something wrong with doing right by those you fucked over?” Jungkook questioned, heatedly.

“No, Kook—”

“Don’t call me that.”

Boardly scoffed and continued. “I just don’t think we did anything wrong. We overstepped, we apologized, I think that should be enough.”

“Well, I don’t. So where does that leave us?”

“I’m not paying for shit.” The CEO shrugged. That really pissed Jungkook off. 

“Go to hell, Boardly.” He growled. I’m really gonna enjoy watching you bite it, Jungkook thought sinisterly. 

Taehyung placed the glass of water in front of his boss and made the decision to continue to stand at his side, ready if anything were to happen. 

“Fine.” Boardly responded bitterly. “So are we done here? Or are you gonna give me a hard time?” He asked, nodding at Taehyung for emphasis. Jungkook shook his head nonchalantly. “No, no. We’re done.” with a haunting smirk on his face. The look put Boardly slightly on edge, but he ignored it and stood up to corral his men. 

Jungkook watched him make his way to the door wondering what the fuck was taking so long? He already gave the signal. He started to reach for his own gun to do it himself when he noticed Boardly stop in his tracks and could hear him choking. 

Even Jungkook and his men wore looks of concern. The mafia leader got up to get a better view from where he stood and the others craned their necks behind him still ready to shoot first and ask questions later. 

Boardly’s men tried to help him as he clutched his throat, but it was no use as he convulsed and fell to the floor before ceasing to move altogether. They looked at each other for answers before turning to Jungkook. 

One of the guys who was wearing a blue suit, which Jungkook assumed to be Boardly’s right hand, pulled out a gun and walked towards him. Taehyung and Jungkook pulled theirs as well, causing everyone with a gun to point them at either side. 

“You do this?!” Boardly’s guy raged. “How?” Jungkook argued. “How would I do that to him? He probably had a heart attack or forgot to breathe or some shit.” He surmised, trying to place the blame elsewhere. 

“Bullshit! What did you do?” He demanded.

“Look, I’m sorry for your loss or whatever, but we had nothing to do with this. Now you all gotta do something with him.” He pointed his gun at the dead body briefly. Blue suit breathes heavily with a stumped expression, not wanting to let it go. No one in the room showing any signs of letting up either.

“How about we all put the guns down and you guys can take him home-or wherever. Yeah? Does that work?” Jungkook prompted gently. After a beat, blue suit nodded, looked back at the rest of Boardly’s men and nodded. Jungkook did the same and slowly, but surely the guns came down and were put away. 

Jungkook and his men watched as they dragged the body out of the restaurant and sped away from the large storefront windows. They’re finally able to breathe without stress. “What the fuck was that?” Namjoon blurted causing the rest of them to chuckle. 

“I don’t know, but I’m getting the fuck outta here before they come back. See you guys back at base.” They laughed and said their goodbyes. Jungkook walked in the light rain to the next block over and found his town car ready and waiting for him. 

He opened the passenger door, addressed his driver, then retrieved a large black duffle bag before opening the backdoor. There he found Deathstalker sitting cross legged in a black trench coat at the other window seat. He smiled fondly at her. She looked beautiful as always gazing out the window at the rain before she noticed him there. When she turned to face him he replaced the fond smile with a composed smirk. 

“Took you long enough.” She opined quietly once he sat down and closed the door. “We got held up, literally. I think this belongs to you.” He passed the duffle bag off to her. She received her present graciously, beaming down at the contents happily once she opened it. 

“Thank you Mr. Jeon.” Y/N crooned playfully, sporting that signature smirk that never failed to affect Jungkook. “No, thank you.” He responded after clearing his throat. “So you poisoned him?” 

She simply replied, “Yup.” while inspecting the cash that filled the duffle bag in her lap. 

“But he randomly started choking and shaking. And you say you controlled it with the push of a button?” He wondered with furrowed brows and pouted lips. 

“Well, poison, a small nanobot that I planted in his food to attack his lungs and cause internal bleeding, it’s all the same, you know.” She spoke aimlessly, moving on from the money to buff and inspect her manicure.  

“Wow.” Jungkook whispered, genuinely infatuated with the thought of that kind of technology and how he could get his hands on it. While he was lost in thought he didn’t notice Y/N scooching closer to him until they were side by side. He turned to find their noses were nearly touching and his heart rate sped up rapidly.  

“Now that, that’s over…” she drawled, grasping Jungkook’s hand. He watched unquestionably as she brought his hand to her mouth and inserted his middle and ring fingers all while looking into his eyes alluringly. At the same time, she easily brought her leg up to drape over both of Jungkook’s. He still sat frozen in place by her gaze while she lifted the bottom of her coat and placed his hand against her bare heat.

They both shuddered slightly when Jungkook instinctively began to rub circles into her already wet core, never taking their eyes off each other. 

“You wanna go somewhere?” She coaxed breathily. It almost infuriated Jungkook how she didn’t even have to try to get him to agree to anything. He was indeed trapped. 

“James,” He called up to the driver. “The Plaza Hotel please.” 

Currently, Jungkook was going through paperwork in his office, taking advantage of the slow week he’s had to take care of some business for his company. It’s been a while since he’s gotten to do this so he was pretty backed up and seemingly had a whole afternoon of this to look forward to. He sighed at the thought, but continued to read through the documents and sign them here and there when suddenly he felt something was...off. He put his pen down and looked around the room.

The room was silent as usual, but all of a sudden it was too silent? Jungkook didn’t know how and he couldn’t really make sense of it until he looked up at the ceiling vent. It was no longer producing the usual soft hum. There was nothing. He silently walked under the vent to inspect it when he saw a glint in between the slats. Immediately, he moved from under it and drew his gun, aiming it at the vent. 

“I see you motherfucker! Come out right now or I’ll put ten holes in you!” He shouted. The intruder heeded the warning and right away the vent was forced to the floor. Jungkook watched intently as two feminine hands holding a gun slowly dropped down and though it was upside down, it was perfectly aimed at him. 

He still had his gun trained on the vent as the trespasser entered through the hole in the ceiling to reveal the familiar face of Deathstalker herself. Only her upper body could be seen as her strong legs held her in place from inside the vent.

She smiled easily at Jungkook as if they weren’t in a stand-off right now. “Hello, Mr. Jeon.” Her tone was calm, but somewhat guarded, telling him what her face never would. Jungkook was stuck between being relieved to see that it was only Deathstalker and being concerned that she was pointing a gun at him. 

“Hello, Deathstalker. You wanna tell me why you broke into my office and have a gun in my face?” He queried with a tilt of his head. Y/N only reached up to grip the hole in the ceiling, somehow removing herself from the vent with one hand, her gun and her gaze still trained on Jungkook as she landed on her feet in front of him. More contradicting thoughts swirled in his mind at the sight.  

“You finally caught me. I’m proud.” She smirked, removing the hood of her catsuit from her head.

He fights the urge to roll his eyes. “Yeah, maybe you can congratulate me later. Why are you here? You finally turn on me? Did someone send you, huh?” 

“Don’t be so dramatic. You have something I need.” She explained with a determined look. Jungkook’s brows furrowed. “Is that so? And what might that be?” 

“You know what it is.” Y/N quipped, tilting her gun along with the inflection in her voice. He shakes his head assuredly. “No, No, I have no idea what you’re talking about, but if you wanna put the gun down I’d love to discuss it.” He entreated informally. 

“No.” She spoke firmly. A beat of silence passes before Jungkook has had enough. “Put the fucking gun down, Y/L/N.” He demanded gruffly. 

“You put the fucking gun down.” She spat right back at him. 

“I’m not doing this, just tell me what it is—” He reasoned.

“You know what it is—” Before she can fully respond, Jungkook rushed her, forcing her gun away from him and ripping it out of her hand. He quickly backed up and flung the gun across the room before pointing his back at her. They each caught their breath and Y/N bit her lip frustratedly. 

Jungkook gave a triumphant smile. “There, that’s better. You ready to talk now—”

Y/N’s leg swiftly came up to kick the gun right out of Jungkook's hand before he even realized what happened. He looked at the gun sliding away from them on the floor, then back at Deathstalker, who smirked and raised an arrogant brow.

“Okay.” Jungkook uttered right as Y/N charged at him. He panicked slightly at the thought of fighting her, but the instinct to fight back kicked in when she launched herself and wrapped her body around him like an anaconda. 

They struggled while Deathstalker tried to take Jungkook to the floor. Luckily for him, he wasn’t only a skilled shooter, but a trained and very skilled fighter as well. It wasn’t long before he freed himself from her vice grip and they were in a standoff once again, this time with their fist raised and ready to defend. 

“What the hell has gotten into you Y/L/N? I wish you would tell me what this is about.” Jungkook grumbled as they circled each other, waiting for the other to make a move.

Y/N chuckled mischievously. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

“Yes, actually!” He exploded. She took his emotional outburst as an opportunity and pounced once again. Jungkook was quicker to react this time and they were practically sparring in the middle of his office and only lord knows why. Jungkook found himself getting irritated because he was barely one step behind Deathstalker in her strikes and attacks. 

As they got more invested, Jungkook noticed that she didn’t intend on hurting him, but she did intend to win. Somewhere in the scuffle, he fell behind and let her right hook distract him from the leg that swept his feet from under him. She was on top of him in an instant, with a habitual flat hand at his jugular ready to stop him from breathing. They stare at each other, both of them breathing heavily. 

“Got you.” Y/N suddenly whispered smugly. “Now, are you gonna give me what I want?” She prompted provocatively, sliding her hand into the collar of his shirt slowly. The feel of her hot skin on his almost burned with their charged up bodies and wild emotions. He blinked in realization at her increasingly turned on form above him. 

“You. Crazy. Fucking. Bitch.” Jungkook fumed quietly, looking up at her in disapproval. She just giggled freely and though usually the sound would bring a smile to Jungkook’s face, it only pissed him off. 

He pushed her off of him and shoved her against the wall roughly, holding her there by the neck. “You’ve got some fucking nerve, breaking in here and waving a gun in my face.” He hissed in anger, their noses touching. “You know, if you wanted dick you could have just said so.” 

“Where’s the fun in that Mr. Jeon?” She crooned, leaning forward to kiss him and he denied her, coolly tilting his head back. He continued to hold her by the throat to the wall firmly, causing her to choke briefly, but if she was uncomfortable she didn’t let it show.

“No.” He shook his head, Y/N could see his gears turning as he did so. “No?” She echoed, curiously. 

“To answer your question. I’m not giving you what you want.” A devious smirk slowly appeared on his face that made Y/N’s body temperature rise. “No, you’re gonna do what I want now and you’re gonna like it.” He breathed, pressing himself against her and brushing her lips with his teasingly. She inhales audibly, trying not to look affected by his sudden behavior. 

“But, Mr. Jeon, I want what you want.” She encouraged him sweetly, reaching for him. He put a stop to that quickly by pinning her wrists above her with one hand and resuming his hold on her neck with the other. She grunted and squirmed before giving up, looking up a childish defeated expression, but Jungkook knew she loved it. 

He looked into her eyes with a strong dominance that had Y’N swallowing thickly in anticipation. “Are you talking back to me, Y/L/N?” His eyebrows furrowed intimidatingly. 

She bit her lip to suppress her giddy smile. She needed to play along and not mock Jungkook’s very real emotions. The dynamic has officially shifted and now Y/N’s main objective was to please him. “No, Mr. Jeon.” She assured in a register slightly higher than her natural voice. 

“Really, because you seem to have a lot to say for someone who’s at my mercy. I wonder if you’d still be as talkative with my dick in your mouth.” He growled hotly in her ear sending shivers down her spine.

She shuddered a hopeful response. “Can we find out, Mr. Jeon...please?” She implored when she felt him pull away. 

He looked her over, taking in her needy form. “Look at you, already begging for it.” He shook his head in amazement. “I should keep you here and see how long you can hold your breath for me before your face starts to change color.” He whispered while closing his hand tighter around her neck. Y/N hummed delightfully at the feeling, her eyes fluttering shut. 

“But you’d probably like that wouldn’t you?” He leaned back in, getting her attention. She opened her eyes and gave a pleasant smile. “You know that I do.” She choked out. He smiled back at her admirably before releasing most of the pressure on her throat. 

“No, I got something else planned for y—” He stopped abruptly, looking towards the door because he thought he heard the click of familiar shoes in the hall. His theory was proven correct when he heard them getting closer. He quickly looked to Y/N with wide eyes. 

“Get under the desk.” He ordered softly before they both scurry to the huge desk near the window. She easily fit herself under it on her knees facing out and Jungkook took the seat right in front of her. As soon as they were situated, there was a knock on his office door.

“Come in.” He called pretending to look over his files. Taehyung poked his head in with a concerned expression before he fully entered the room. “Hey boss. Everything okay here?” He questioned.

“Yes, fine. Why?”

“Nothing, we just thought we heard some...I don’t know, movement?” As Taehyung spoke, Jungkook could feel hands raking up his thighs and his eyes widened quickly. He tried to compose his expression, but he then felt the unbuttoning of his pants. 

No, no, no, no, he thought in a panic. He tries not to focus on just how Y/N got his zipper down as silently as she did and focuses on Taehyung’s lips as he talked. 

“Oh, no, yeah. That was just me. I was practicing...sh-shadow boxing.” He lied choppily as Y/N released his already hard dick from his pants. 

“In a suit?” Taehyung replied, confusedly. 

Jungkook jolted slightly and fought back a moan when the assassin took him in her warm, wet mouth. “Waauuuhh, yes. Yes, I was.” He cleared his throat to cover up more moans when she began to skillfully bob her head up and down on his length. 

“Oh, well okay.” Taehyung settled. “So if that’s all—” Jungkook attempted to see him off with no success. 

“Anyway, we got a lead on that Deathwalker chick.” He offered in a more chipper tone. Y/N paused her movements, intrigued by the information. What had they found out? Jungkook shamelessly rested his hand on the back of her head and pulled, encouraging her to keep going much to both of their disbelief. She obeys and continues the task eagerly, but careful not to have too much fun or she’ll risk getting caught. “Is that so?” the mob boss replied. 

“Yeah, it’s not much, but we assumed you wanted us to brief you on it as soon as possible.” His soldier nodded respectfully. 

“Ugh,” Jungkook moaned, half-way masking it as a noise of gratitude. “Thank you, Tae. I appreciate it. We’ll be sure to discuss thisssssss later.” He faltered. “Yes, sir.” Taehyung nodded again, making a face at Jungkook. 

“Hey, you okay boss?” He looked closer at his superior with genuine concern. “Never better Tae.” Jungkook forced out quickly. “Are you sure? Y—”

“Taehyung?” The gang leader addressed him firmly. “Yes?” 

“Get the fuck out of my office.” 

“Yes, sir.” Taehyung nodded, knowing when he was unwanted and without another word he was exiting the office. 

Jungkook pushed away from the desk immediately and grabbed a handful of Y/N’s hair as he stood both of them up. She only smiled at the manhandling and wiped the excess spit from her mouth. 

“You really want me to hurt you, don’t you?” He snarled at her. She fought back the strong urge to moan a yes and instead just stayed silent with a feigned guilty look on her face. “Take that off. Now. ” He commanded, gesturing to her catsuit. She shimmied it off of her arms and down her legs to reveal her naked body, leaving her heels on, all while Jungkook kept a tight grip on her hair. 

“How many do you think I should give you?” He asked, suddenly calmer than before. “How ever many you think is right sir.” She spoke in a small voice, but her innocent act didn’t fool him. He stared at her bare, unapologetically, beautiful body in wonderment before forcing her body to bend over his desk. 

He caressed her thighs and backside tenderly and then when she least expected it he delivered a delicious slap to it. Y/N yelped and then sighed with contentment. The wait was over, now the real fun could begin. 

“I told you.” Slap. “We weren't.” Slap. “Gonna do.” Slap. “What you wanted.” Slap. “To do.” Slap. “But you just don’t listen.” He accentuated his words with powerful smacks delivered to both of her cheeks and then rubbed at the tender flesh to soothe the sting. 

He ran his finger up her spine gently, making her shiver visibly. He smirked at his effect on her, bending his body over hers to whisper in her ear. “Tell me. Are you sorry?” He breathed heavily. 

“No, sir.” Y/N panted after a few moments. “I knew it…” He stands up straight, regarding her vulnerable yet durable body. 

“You disappoint me, Y/L/N.” He slaps her ass and massages again. Y/N hissed before replying. “I’ll do better sir.” she declared sincerely.

“You promise?” Jungkook lifts his hand and watches as Y/N braces for the impact, watched as her body tensed and her pussy clenched greedily around nothing in awe. He savored the moment, spanking her again.

She hummed graciously at the delicious pain she was receiving from him. “Yes, sir. I promise.”  

“But you’re not sorry.” He clarified. “No sir.” 

“Why?” His brows furrowed in curiosity, gearing up to spank her again. “Because I love sucking your cock sir.” Y/N whined. He stopped his movements, taken aback and released a soft laugh. “Is that so?” 

“Yes sir.” Slap. “Tell me more Y/L/N.” he requested as he moved his left hand to her cunt and kept the right one on her ass. 

She closed her eyes and smiled, envisioning herself doing the activity, even licking her lips at the luscious memory of it. “I love how heavy it feels on my tongue. How you force me down on it and it hits the back of my throat.” She mused longingly. Y/N stops speaking and her body tenses as he inserts his thumb into her. 

“Keep going Y/L/N.” Jungkook’s tone made it clear that he would stop if she didn’t keep talking so she continued. 

“I love how thick it is, oh fuck.” She moans, digging her nails into the wood of the desk as he rubs two fingers against her clit and picks up the pace. “What else Y/L/N?” He breathed.  

She gulped in a breath, the sudden pressure taking her breath away. “How you make me gag on it when I’ve been bad and— mmmm, how you coat the inside of my mouth with all your cum when you’re done with me...How you check to make sure I swallowed all of it.” She giggled that last bit breathlessly, grinding back on his hand. 

“You’re such a dirty girl Y/L/N.” He moves in and out of her quickly while rubbing her clit perfectly in sync, pulling lewd moans from her until he suddenly removes them, delivering another hard smack to her backside. “Ah, fuck.” She squealed.

“But you’re right, you need to do better. Now count with me.” He ordered sternly. 

To which she immediately responded, “Yes sir.” 

Y/N counts every hit Jungkook delivers to her extremely tender ass dutifully with her fingernails creating crescents in the mahogany wood below her. By the time they reach twenty, his hand is as red as a tomato and Y/N is quite literally dripping onto the floor in front of him. He watched as her slick dripped out of her cunt from in between her spread legs and onto the floor, creating a tiny puddle of her pleasure. 

Jungkook is incredibly turned on by the sight and doesn’t think twice before taking his hard cock and shoving right into the assassin without warning. He didn’t wait for her to adjust, not that she needed to as you could literally mop the floor with her arousal. He just continued to hammer into her with complete abandon. 

It felt as if Y/N had forgotten how to breathe and her head shot up from the desk at the abrupt intrusion. “Ohhhhh shhhhhhit.” She cursed choppily with Jungkook’s hips slapping against her, making her ass sting more, but she loved it. 

He reached up to push her head down against the desk forcefully and held it there as he fucked into her. “You love the pain don’t you my little cock slut?” He growled out.

“Yes, sir. I love it. Thank you, Mr. Jeon.” She babbled dazedly into the desk. 

He pulls out of her then, leaving her moving back in search of him and clenching around nothing. “Please put it back in, Mr. Jeon.” She whimpered, reaching back for him, but she didn’t dare sit up for fear that he might think she was disobeying him.

He smiles and sits down in his chair, grabbing the hands that searched for him and guiding them to it’s arm rests. “Why don’t you come sit down and do it yourself?” 

She moves right away and backs up onto him. Bracing herself on the armrests, she hovers above him still facing the desk, grabs his cock and engulfs it in her wetness. They both groan wildly when he is fully seated inside of her and she begins to move up and down.

“Just like that baby, keep bouncing on my cock.” He muttered huskily, placing his hands on her hips. Looking down, he finally noticed the mess Y/N’s juices made on his suit pants. He should have pulled them all the way down, but damn if that wasn’t one of the hottest things he’s ever seen. “Goddamn. Who made you this fucking wet baby?” He grunted, pulling her down on him with fervid force. 

“You did, Mr. Jeon.” Y/N breathed heavily with her eyes closed in ecstasy. She could feel her orgasm finally approaching and she was chasing it with every move she made.

“You gonna cum baby?” Jungkook’s voice rasped in her ear. Y/N mentally cursed, already knowing what was coming to her. “Yes, I’m so close, Mr. Jeon.” She whined, trying to plead her case. 

It was no use. He swiftly pushed her off of him roughly and forced her down against the table once more. “No, no, no, please, please.” She begged and squirmed.

He only bent down to her level, gripping her chin in his hand. “You should know by now not to fuck with me Y/L/N. Now you need to be punished.” He says whispering sadistically in her ear. “Come on now.”

Jungkook gripped her by her forearms, dragging her up from the table and keeping them in place behind her back like a criminal. He guided her to the expansive wall length bookshelf on the far left of his office. Y/N knew just where they were going and somehow it prompted more wetness to come cascading down her already damp and sticky legs. 

He finds the handle on the inside of one of the shelves and pulls on the hidden door to reveal his playroom. The ceiling was a deep red while the walls were painted black with several tools for causing pain hanging on them all around the room. Several large contraptions used for pleasure and pain were scattered along the sides. But Jungkook’s favorite part of the room was the alaska king size mattress against the back wall which had a mirror of the same size attached to the ceiling above it. He loved that he could see every facet of Y/N’s squirming body just by looking up. 

“Stand here.” He directs her after stopping under the pair of leather handcuffs that dangled from the ceiling. He lifted and secured both her arms before focusing on her wanton eyes. “You comfortable, sweetheart?” He asked, grasping her chin firmly in his hands. 

“Yes, sir.” She replied truthfully. “Good.” He pecked her lips and began removing her boot heels. This created more distance between her and the floor. She was now truly dangling from the ceiling, the balls of her feet barely touching the floor.

Jungkook marvelled at his work and how after a while Y/N struggled to hold her weight against the cuffs. He then undressed quickly and made his way back to her, placing his lips on hers in a rough and passionate kiss that left Y/N breathless and moaning. 

She feels a hand thread it’s fingers through her hair and massage her scalp before it’s yanking her back and gripping tightly. She opened her eyes to see Jungkook, lustful and giddy smiling back at her. His hand slipped out of her hair, down her neck, chest and around her torso as he slowly circled her body. 

“I wish I could touch every piece of you at once.” He expressed sofly once he was behind her. Y/N breathed heavily with anticipation as his large hands gluided up her raised arms, down her waist, over her hips and ghosted over her plump, raw ass making her hiss. He chuckled at the sound letting his hands wander to her front and administering feather light circles to her swollen clit. Y/N twitched causing her body to sway uncontrollably. Jungkook stilled her, but continued his teasing much to Y/N’s dismay. But she didn’t dare say anything about it, she knew better and she wanted to cum so she stayed silent. 

He comes back around to face her and really takes his time appreciating her body. He kisses her lips, along her neck and sucks on her nipples just enough to have her squirming with more want for him. Suddenly he presses down on each of her sensitive nipples with two fingers and she squeaks, painful electricity shooting through her. 

He looked her over keenly. “God you’re so fucking beautiful...and you’re all mine to play with.” He kisses her biting her lip. “Who do you belong to?” His fierce tone demanded an answer.

“You, Mr. Jeon.” Y/N avowed, increasingly turned on and desperate to cum. 

“Who else?” His hands moved haltingly towards her core, never breaking eye contact. Her eyes flashed knowingly at him. “No one. Only you, Mr. Jeon.” 

Jungkook smiled contentedly before it disappeared little by little. He knew the words weren’t true and that she only said them to please him, only said them when they were intimate. But he couldn’t help how much he yearned to hear it, how much he wanted her to truly be his. This room is where they both get what they want no matter what. 

Y/N gets someone to dominate her and take care of her needs and Jungkook gets to live out his fantasies of her truly belonging solely to him. But he knew she would never go for that and that he would continue to toture himself this way. 

He tucks the thought away as he suddenly plunges two fingers inside of her. “And who does this pussy belong to?” He growled.

Y/N immediately clenches around them and lets out a cracked moan. “You, sir! This pussy is all yours. Oh fuck, ugh!” She cried out. At least Jungkook can be sure of that, he thought as he began curling his fingers into her at lightning speed. He holds her hips in place as he goes to work and Y/N can’t even think about the pain in her arms anymore once she feels her orgasm approaching. 

She grunts fervently as the pressure in her core builds and builds until she can’t stand it. She gives no warning, just allowing the glorious, all-consuming feeling to ignite her insides without a single sound. The only noise to be heard in the room was the sloshing of Jungkook’s fingers moving rapidly inside of her and the slap of his palm against her wet mound. 

Jungkook was so enraptured by her eyes rolling back into her head that he didn’t notice the clear liquid escaping from her cunt, getting all over his hand and dripping onto the floor. He brought her drooping head up so he could kiss her eagerly as he removed his fingers and stroked her clit like a wild man, getting more of her juices all over him. 

She never told him to stop as she was struck silent by the amount of pleasure she just experienced, but he removed his hand and continued kissing her writhing body hungrily. She was out of breath as she twitched and mewled against him, audibly shuddering from time to time. 

“Holy fucking shit. You’re just full of surprises huh?” He praised her with her face in his hands. Her only reaction was to smile tiredly. Her body was absolutely spent and still experiencing aftershocks. 

“Now let’s see if we can make you do that again.” he says, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist, thankfully taking the weight off of her arms. 

She finally speaks in a disoriented voice with her eyes half closed. “Yes, please sir.” 

Jungkook pushes inside of her, her cunt was now extremely wet and extremely tight due to that first squirting orgasm and he could tell he wouldn’t last long. He began speedily fucking into her, his hips slapping against her bruised and aching ass over and over again. 

Y/N was in another realm of euphoria, this one being better than the last. She didn’t even know that was possible. Her head was tilted all the way back and her eyes were closed, but they were focused. She was too far gone to even remember her own name at this point. 

“Please…” She mumbled. “Please what?” Jungkook grunted, his vigorous hips never changing pace. 

“Please, please make me cum, Mr. Jeon.” She begged through gritted teeth. “I want it so bad. Please give me your cum.” 

“Oh fuck, baby.” He moaned, thrusting impossibly faster, both of them close to the edge. 

She felt herself growing slightly over stimulated, but she was so close, chasing that high that made her see stars. She was concentrated on the feeling of Jungkook’s dick pumping in and out of her and hitting just the right spot against her walls. Jungkook felt a force resisting him from inside of Y/N and before he could grasp it he was being pushed out along with Y/N’s cum. 

A full fledged scream escaped from her throat that was elongated by Jungkook who swiped at her clit wildly to prolong her orgasm. He watches her twitch and moan helplessly before sliding back in and picking up where he left off.

“No, p-please sir, I can’t.” She choked out, her chest heaving with exhaustion. 

He gripped her face roughly in his hand and brought it close to his. “No, you wanted this dick so you gonna take this dick.” He seethed. “That’s what you came here for right?” 

“Yes sir.” She cried. Jungkook thrusted up into her half a dozen more times before he came inside of her, ripping yet another orgasm from Y/N. She felt tears slide down her face at the sheer force of energy in her veins. She saw white behind her eyes and her body burned all over in the best of ways. 

“Argh!” Jungkook growled boisterously as he came, holding her hips rigidly against his as he came down. When he looked up he could see Y/N practically falling asleep against him, yet her body was shaking slightly. He pulled out of her and released her from her restraints.

“Let’s get you to bed, huh?” He grinned, holding her tight as he let her down because he didn’t expect her to be able to hold herself up. He was proven right as she immediately slumped over his shoulder once her arms were free. The mafia leader carried her to the bed and gently laid her on her back, taking a moment to clean both of them off before he laid down too. 

“Y/N? Are you okay?” He whispered sweetly. Initially, the assassin didn’t realize he was speaking to her as she was quickly drifting off to sleep, but after a moment she assured him, “I’m fine Jungkook.”

#bts smut #jungkook smut #mafia!bts #mafia jungkook #mafia!jungkook #jungkook au #hoseokmylovesworld

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Not Alone

Title Not Alone

Pairing Yoongi x OC

Summary University is kicking your ass so you always make sure to dedicate a day for yourself and take time to pamper your body and soul. However, you’re cautious around Yoongi your roommate and double-check the d-day to prevent accidents. You're not a fan of revealing any skin because of your insecurities but it’s just happening to be the day when you are - not so alone.

Genre university au, roommate au, romance and fluff, smut

Warning(s) smut (body worshipping, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, messy sex, first time, virgin reader, dirty talk, vanilla sex, yoongi has a virgin kink but not explicitly mentioned) implication of insecure reader, shy and curvy reader

Word count: 9k

Masterlist

This universe is related to my other fic I wrote recently ’one time boy space friend’ you can read that one here.

Washing the excess shaving cream off of my hand I grab my phone I previously placed on the toilet’s folded lid lightly humming the outline of the song currently playing. The new playlist Yoongi recommended is full of bangers as always I have no doubt his fate was eventually to end up as a music major. I take a glance at my reflection when I was able to secure the new position for my phone on the laundry basket with the top slightly open reminding me that I need to do laundry if I want to have clothes to wear.

I take a glance at my reflection removing the fog that made the lines of my face blurry with a towel hanging next to the sink on a hook realising later that I used Yoongi’s looking back at the sheepish smile that greets me in the mirror I placed the fabric back hoping that Yoongi won’t mind.

An unknown rap song’s first beats suddenly interrupted by an incoming call that the familiar piano version of my favourite song signalled. I smile seeing the callers ID, placing the toner back to its dust-filled spot next to Yoongi’s shaving cream I make sure to use the right towel this time to dry my hands with before swiping right on the call.

”Hey, What’s the matter?” I answer it with a huge grin plastered on my face making my cheeks ride up into a chipmunk-like smile.

Our class was cancelled at the last minute so I wasn’t expecting a call from her she told me while we were waiting for the instructor to arrive that she has plans with his boyfriend Jimin. Only having calculus that day after an exchanged heated curses for our lazy professor for not e-mailing about the reschedule I happily took a sweet nap and made an easy breakfast I normally don’t have time to consume or even make in the morning I was able to get my relaxing time to start earlier so it meant more time for me since Yoongi supposedly took the afternoon shift.

This piece of information I remembered while chewing on my sandwich as I thanked the gods that I overheard his conversation about the shift change last night when I went to get my late-night snack but seeing the date expired on the comfort food I had to engage in a yoghurt instead.

”Y/N. Are you home?” She asked matching my good mood in the background I heard clinking noises of a pan she must be cooking. I insert my head through the large black t-shirt’s hole as I started to freeze standing here only in my undergarments the effect of the hot shower faded leaving me in the significantly colder bathroom.

”Of course. I started my pamper routine. I cannot tell you how good it feels to be hairless. If only my hair would grow this fast.” She chuckles hearing my banter the faint sounds of crepitation usually the hot oil makes overpowering her giggle for a few seconds. I remember the sandwich I ate this morning around ten-ish that did not prove to be enough. I get sidetracked with what should I make for lunch.

”Oh, so Yoongi is working?” Knowing about my only one rule regarding this d-day I like to call it is that no man should be around when I’m wearing this revealing clothing. He only saw me wearing jeans and yoga pants before these jelly-like legs cannot make a debut in front of eyes outside of mine.

”Yep.” I confirm. I take a look at the time I still have lots of time to relax before I should start that assignment I postponed.

I have everything planned out since Yoongi usually comes home from work in a grumpy state he likes to shower first and then he retreats into his room to do his assignments and sometimes he writes a song or the song even could be the assignment itself I honestly don’t know how’s everyday life as a music major. Yoongi is not exactly the talkative type.

My silent activity is helping his concentration and the best thing is that I have the apartment by myself to do what I please and leave the comfort of my room wearing what I please without worrying.

The best would be if I could rent out my own apartment but I know I wouldn’t be able to pay it by myself and the fact that Yoongi and I share the expenses of the bill makes things so much more easier.

”Why did you call though? I’m sure it’s not because you already miss me.” Tired of holding the phone up I place it back where it was before leaving the call on speakers so I can rub the cocoa scented lotion into the skin on my legs.

”Right. I almost forgot. Jin taught you that Mexican dish that I don’t know how to pronounce its name, right?” Her voice fades a little mid-sentence probably changed ears hearing the cooking noises seeping through the background she seemed very busy.

”What about it?” I question closing the lid of the lotion after I rub the remaining cream on my hand onto my neck so nothing goes to waste.

”I need the recipe.” She demands. I laugh how desperate she sounds through the phone. I make my way out of the bathroom I need my notebook since I didn’t memorise the dish I only made it once and as it was previously stated with the help of Jin.

”Hold on I don’t remember where I left the notes.” I arrive at the kitchen area placing the phone on the counter I begin rummaging through the drawers bending down to peek at the content of each. Spoons and forks. The second one where Yoongi placed the aprons and towels my notebook must be in the last one. ”So, what are the plans for today?” I ask while still searching for the black shiny cover of my notebook.

”Well, I wanted to cook something Italian since Jimin told me once he wanted to try it out but a crucial ingredient is missing so I thought about making that one you told me about a few weeks ago at Jin’s birthday party. After I’m finally done with this shit I’m going to sneak into his room to give him the blowjob of his life while he’s playing some shit games boys do and tell him lunch is ready.” The huge breath she took before starting the word vomiting makes me praise her lung capacity.

Finally. The book was under the aprons what a hassle. I straighten up turning the pages when I hear the front door opening and shut soon after. I turn to see the face of the intruder as I’m still standing in the middle of the kitchen with my hair evidently wet from the shower I took earlier only in my panties and a huge ass shirt to cover myself with.

Yoongi drops his coffee-stained shirt by the foot of the couch the angle is letting me see the living room area without a problem but he can’t clearly see the kitchen from there but my relief is not long-lasting as my friend decides to choose that moment to speak drawing Yoongi’s attention to where I’m standing.

”Y/N are you still there? Shit. I burnt my finger.” Grabbing the phone off the counter I switch off the speaker option and push the device against my ear.

”Yeah, um, I’ll send you the recipe via message. Good luck. Bye.” I aggressively push the red phone button at the bottom left side of the screen until the call ends. Hearing my voice Yoongi walks through the door separating the living room and the kitchen to halt his steps when he takes the image in.

It’s not one of those best times to ponder over how good looking he’s after finishing work and how he always smells like freshly brewed coffee which is not a surprise knowing the fact that he works at a coffee shop near our rented place.

He doesn’t wear the shirt uniform it must be the one he got rid of because of the stains today he wears a simple white t-shirt with washed-out blue jeans. Focusing on his face again I see that his eyes no longer studying my face instead his gaze dipped lower and I swear he's not so subtle about ogling at my exposed legs. My legs!

”You’re … early.” I talk first considering my options. A, I can still make a run for it but the damage is already done. He saw me. Or B, I can try to make small talk pretending that nothing is embarrassing at all just to later enter my room and dig a hole with all of my self-pity and scream into my pillow.

”Um, there was a shift change but I finished 2 hours early in return.” He explains this time his gaze was on my face the entire time no more strayed glimpses. Fuck. I should have paid attention to the whole conversation. ”Don’t you .. have class normally this time around?” He trails off a faint trace of blush appears on his porcelain skin. I use the notebook to hide my panty line that peeks out of the shirt.

”Class cancelled.” I’m horrified how my voice sounds so high pitched the embarrassment paints my cheeks bright red. ”Um, I have something to do in my room so I’ll be there.” I use the lame excuse to escape from Yoongi when I close the door behind me I close my eyes as well because of the extreme humiliation I had to go through.

My phone buzzes in hand I suddenly remember the recipe I promised. I write a quick message to her attaching the picture of the ingredients and notes to help her with the preparations. Now since I’m done with the responsibilities I can swim in my tears for the time being.

I can’t believe after months of caution fate decided to take away from me the deserved me time days. Yoongi is probably weirded out by me too I don’t know how to look him in the eye from now on and it’s a serious problem. For lords heaven, we live together! There’s no way I can avoid him without being obvious about it.

I mean maybe I’m just overreacting. It’s Yoongi we are talking about. He most of the time doesn’t give a flying fuck about anything he certainly won’t mention it and for obvious reasons I won’t either so I can just leave things like that. Just acting as usual like he didn’t saw my legs and my black underwear not to mention he is the very first one to see it I mean outside of my family of course. He’s a boy. No. A man. And he saw me underdressed like that.

It’s okay Y/N, let’s see the bright side at least he saw me when I was shaved. Well, that doesn’t help. Not at all.

”Shit. I’m hungry.”

I waited an hour and forty minutes to be exact despite the rumble of my stomach I sat down to start the book one of my friends lent me to read and I’m over a quarter of the pages when I decided enough is enough.

I waited long enough so he must be cooped up in his room slash studio for the rest of the day. But to be extra cautious I peeked out before fully leaving the safety of my room. I stop once I step into the corridor listening for any noises that might indicate Yoongi has indeed occupied his nest the soft sounds of the synthesizer helps me to relax I leisurely make my way then in the direction of the kitchen.

As I flip the switch the room is enveloped in light. My favourite mug is sitting on top of the counter even though I don’t remember leaving it there. I walk to take a closer look the mug is filled with coffee it’s in a light brown colour so it must a latte. It smells like latte indeed.

My favourite drink. There’s a note glued to the bottom of the mug it’s a messy handwriting and I don’t have to guess to know to whom this belongs to. How did he know my favourite coffee order?

”Sorry for startling you earlier. - myg”

The simple worded note even had his initials at the end. Realising that I never tried out his coffee made me curious about the taste. He works as a barista so It cannot be bad. I’m always late for class so I never had the chance before going into the shop when he’s on duty and order a drink from him.

Most of the time I’m saving on it and just use the shared coffee machine. Don’t blame me I’m just a broke university student.

But if I drink this I won’t be able to sleep it’s pretty late. Fuck it. I’m going to drink it. Not that the unholy time for coffee consumption deterred me before and picked up on some of Yoongi’s personal characteristics I think I can confidently say he doesn’t care either.

I bite into my lip while carefully straightening the lines out on the sticky note. After I was convinced the note won’t come off of his door I leave to go to bed.

”Thanks for the coffee. I liked it. – Y/N.”

***

”Can you guys stop shovelling food into your mouths for a millisecond. I’m serious!” Hitting the table for further emphasis.

Rori and F/N digging through a pile of food before our morning class is something I got used to first as I befriended them and it doesn’t bother me any other time but I wanted some serious advice for once and they don’t even stop digging to say well that’s was awkward. Or shit that sucks.

Not that I don’t know that without them telling me. I appreciated the note and the subtle apology he didn’t phrase it like hey dummy I’m sorry for seeing your sausage legs my bad. Also, it would be unlikely, too wordy for him he’s tight-lipped even in messages. I don’t remember he ever told me like a two full sentence in one go.

”Serious for what Y/N? He saw your underwear and legs. Tell us if you display your boobs or something. Now, I would be interested.” Rolling my eyes at the sarcastic remark I steal one of her favourite apple pie sticks for good measures.

”Hey! I was going to eat that.” She pouts but I take another big bite out of it. It’s too sweet for my liking but everything for the even sweeter revenge. If there’s one thing I learned about these two throughout the years of knowing them is that they take their food very seriously. ”Look. We love you, that’s why I’m going to tell you this. It’s not a big deal.” She pats my cheek before picking up her fork again.

”So what happened F/N. Did you gave Jimin the blowjob of his life?” I used a quote mark at the end of the sentence just how she phrased it yesterday. Rori is more interested in that, of course, there’s nothing more important than sex.

”Let me say the food was cold once we were finished.” She chuckled bashfully. Do I have the right set of friends? Maybe I should be pickier about who I call as a friend.

”So he’s big?” Rori asked with a smirk and I almost spitted out the diet coke onto the dining table. We are in a fucking coffee shop for god damn good. Thankfully not the one Yoongi works for but I think he has morning class so he won’t be working either way.

”Please don’t go into details.” I plea and Rori presents me with a devilish grin while picking the chicken breasts out of my salad.

”It’s fine Y/N. I was a virgin too before Jimin. Your time will come, not that it’s a choice.” F/N tries to console me.

”It’s a choice just not mine.” I murmur it under my nose stabbing my salad with the fork before chewing on it without the meat it’s quite sour.

”Yeah. It’s because you and F/N are both have big sticks up your asses.” Used to her blunt remarks I’m not even hurt or surprised for that matter. The busy cafe drowns out the voices of their inappropriate talk at least.

”It’s not our fault that you fuck every man with a pulse.” F/N retorts back with a giggle satisfied with the remark we exchange high fives.

”How do you know it’s a requirement?” Rori lifts one of her brows making us do gagging motions.

”Ugh, That’s disgusting.” I abandon the food on my plate that was a bit too much and we are in the middle of breakfast.

”A person cannot even joke here? I wasn’t serious. Duh.” I should really search for those new friends.

”That’s something I can believe.” The insult wasn’t even spoken out too loud but she heard me all the same and it earned a kick under the table from Rori with his high heels, I returned the glare she sent my way.

***

”Oh, hi.” I step aside to let Yoongi enter, he furrows his brows in concentration if I wasn’t running late I would ponder over the fact how he measures my body by centimetres. I fidget with my earrings but without a mirror, it’s a difficult task to carry out.

”I thought we’re going to meet with the guys at 8.” Realising the motive behind his stare I nod furiously.

”Yeah. But Rori accepted that guy’s offer to taste wines and she’s afraid she’s going to be abducted so me and F/N will accompany her.” I tell him and he doesn’t seem pleased I wasn’t either at first but I hope he won’t do anything with three girls there.

”Be careful. Anyone else knows about this?” He asks with evident worry lacing his voice he steps closer helping to finally get that chape snap into place.

”Jimin knows and I think Jungkook knows too.” Once he’s done he restores the distance between the two of us. ”Also you know F/N she’s apt to be violent.” Yoongi nods.

”Fuck. I’m late.” I swear as I look at the time. With hurried steps, I pick up my boots and size up my keys ready to leave.

”See you later.” Hearing his voice calling out to me I look back smiling a little managing to whisper back a ’see you later’ of my own. I think this was the longest conversation I held with him so far, what a shame I couldn’t stay to talk more.

The wine tasting went better than I expected. That guy is filthy rich he gave us a little tour around the house before letting us each pick out 5 wines of our liking. We learned that he’s a sports major he’s a swimmer and he told us stories about his practises with the swimming team and talked awfully long about his wins and trophies. To be honest he seemed like a bit eccentric and pompous for me but Rori liked him.

We were late because our taxi on its way to the bar got into a little traffic jam. I got a text from Yoongi at the same time F/N got one from Jimin they were curious about where we are and how we are. We wrote back a short text that we’re almost there.

”So? Whose’s the guy?” Jin asked once we are seated down. F/N took her place next to Jimin and Rori beside her leaving me with the only option of sitting down next to Yoongi at the other side of the table.

Once I’m comfortably seated I look around the table I catch in the corner of my eye Namjoon and Jungkook taking shots. Yoongi grabs his alcoholic beverage before him from the table our shoulders brush against each other due to the motion. I bite the inside of my cheeks don’t want to fidget in place.  

”He’s a sports major.” Rori told Jin she told him about our little tour but she conveniently left out the offer about a threesome that I politely declined.

”Oh Y/N you remember that guy who wanted to get your phone number?” Scrunching my nose as the scene flashed before my eyes, of course, I remember. That was one of my most awkward moments and believe me when I say there’s a lot of option to choose from on my list and it’s still the worst. As far as I know, that guy was a sports major too and he was very persistent.

”Yes, what about him?” I nod. I try to shoo the pictures out of head but a forming blush creeping up my neck quicker than I realise.

”Well he’s here. And he’s coming this way.” F/N tells without looking my way her eyes trained behind my form probably to report back his every move. I physically have to hold myself back from whimpering and its not the good kind.

”Shit.” I bite my lower lip don’t want to make things more obvious I don’t turn around to confirm it.

”Oh. I remember. You gave him Rori’s number, don’t you?” Jungkook, you traitor. He was with me when it happened I was flustered enough that he asked Jungkook is my boyfriend or not that I didn’t want to expand my suffering so I gave him my friend's number. She told me if someone I don’t want tries to get into my pants and bothers me I can use her number as a bait knowing her even though my pants were not on the line I still did that. Well, she did more than that after.

”Then what’s the problem?” Jin asks so invested in our conversation that I want to smack him on the neck.

”I was sexting with him and we fucked.” She shrugs. That was what I tried to say. I really don’t want to face that guy.

I stand up with so much vehemency that I almost knock down a glass from the table it’s Yoongi’s empty glass at the bottom of it there’s a thin line of whiskey left. Yoongi grabs my thighs to stabilise me. Looking over his shoulder I saw that said guy indeed walking into this direction.

”Uh, please dance with me?” I grab Yoongi’s hand surprising him for a moment or two but lets me pull him up.

”You have a habit of running away, huh?” I look back to get a grip at the situation. I led Yoongi into the dance floor even though I don’t even know how to dance. He sees the panic settling in my face so he starts guiding me with his hand flat against my lower back. There’s a lot of bodies to avoid so Yoongi is extremely close.

”I don’t like confrontation.” I subtly hide behind his broad shoulders I can see it on him how he tries to stop himself from laughing. I like the sound of his laugh.

”I’m aware.” He purrs into my ear pulling me closer by a hand wrapped around my waist the sweet scent of his cologne hits me like a tone of bricks. I’m painfully aware how his body touches mine my breast pushed against his flat ribcage I can feel him inhaling and exhaling the used oxygen.

”Y-your hand Yoongi.” His hand is dangerously low on my back I’m sure he feels the curve of my ass under his fingers. The bar is dimly lit so my blush remains subtle in a certain extent seeing me blush so many times I wouldn’t be surprised if he would recognise it before it fully blooms on my face.

”What about it?” He clearly wants me to say it but there’s no way I’m going to bluntly say that his hand touches my ass. Rather die.

”What are you doing? Are you drunk?” I defensively ask answering the question with my own questions. He openly finds my antics amusing because this time he laughs. That gummy smile makes my knees weak for him he strengthens his hold on my waist like he knows it.

”My car is here. I’m as sober as I can be.” The hand I placed on his chest when he suddenly pulled me closer itched. He’s touching me and he’s sober. Heaving a sigh he replaces them around his neck I can’t relish in the feeling as his hand on my ass beyond doubt gone since he places it back soon after even lower. The grin he shows me makes me want to give him my fist instead of my virginity.

”Then why are you touching me?” My confidence wavered significantly as he lowered his head his lips closer than ever but instead of kissing me, he blows air into my ear riling me up with the gesture.

”This makes you uncomfortable?” I wanted to say yes, but the full truth would be it’s undeniably uncomfortable and exciting it makes my blood boil under my skin and it scares me how much I want him to touch me tossing aside my insecurities just to feel him like this. At least he knows his boundaries. I don’t know what would I do if his hand suddenly moved.

”No. I’m just embarrassed.” I nervously twist a hair at the nape of his neck didn’t realise the act just when I did it.

”You ran away because you were embarrassed yesterday too?” I stop toying with his hair once the words register in my head. Is he talking about the kitchen incident? And here I thought that there’s nothing more that could make the situation more awkward.

”Y-yes.” The confidence I felt before left me I shy away from his eyes the way he sized me up that day still vivid in my head.

”Why?” A perfect arch of his eyebrows indicating that he wants his answer this time and I am about to give him.

”Because you were staring at me.” I tell him oh so matter of factly. He practically beams at the offered answer the glint in his eyes telling me that’s the answer he seeks in the first place and he has his own set of words in return.

”Wanna know what I thought about while staring at you?” His eyes pinning me to my spot I wouldn’t dare to move away even if I wanted to he seemed determined to get under my skin and maybe under my clothes too.

”No.” I challenge drunk by the boldness maybe the gin tonic I consumed earlier and the wines finally appearing be to be the liquid courage I needed. Reading between the lines Yoongi tells me despite the answer.

”I imagined how you would look like wearing my shirt. It would cover you below your knees since you are tiny. Tell me you’re wearing one of those black panties I saw before?” I don’t answer but I let him pat my knee I can feel his warm palm under the fabric of my jeans he continues with more words even bolder than the first.

”I imagined how you would look like under me on my bed wrapping those long legs around my waist.” Affected by his words I mirror his hungry expression. He’s normally not a man of so many words and hearing him talk this much makes me feel special that he’s talking to me because he feels the need to let me know what’s plaguing his mind. I entertain the idea that maybe he wasn’t sure how to convey the message since I’m so shy he didn’t have a lot of opportunity cornering me before the kitchen incident. Perhaps it was the undo he needed.

”Tell me Y/N. Do you find me attractive?” His fingers stroke the flesh of my jaw he’s getting confident as I don’t push him away.

”You are attractive.” I tell him honestly and he grins but not in a malice kind of way his grin more like a boyish grin that boys wear after hearing that their high school crush likes them back. The happy kind of grin.

”Have you thought about me too? Like I did.” The next question hits differently it’s not so innocent and I wasn’t in the illusion he is.

”Yes.” Holding onto the boldness I agree.

”Tell me.” He urges. He’s sober I remember. Avoiding his stare I let my shyness getting to the best of me he brushes a strand of hair behind my ears coaxing out the reply. It feels nice to be touched by him.

”It’s embarrassing.”

”I told you mine. You have to tell me your fantasies so I can make them come true.” He trails a finger following the line of my collarbone my outfit leaves literally everything to the imagination the only skin he can feel is on my arms.

”You’re unfair.” I whine the words out Yoongi stops his movements to see the emotions behind my eyes. He seems confused by my conflicted expression. His eyes were always expressive and I loved staring at them. Those rare moments shared, eating together at the weekends letting me hear one of his song he proudly introduces.

”How so?”

I take a deep breath cupping his cheeks. ”You look good with dyed hair but I prefer it black. You look the best when you come home from work all sweaty because the air conditioner still not gotten repaired in your workplace so you always take a shower before doing anything else.” There’s glint catching the light in his orbs watching me closely while I tell him the things I locked away in my memories. He caresses my wrist with a raised hand the other directly resting upon mine as it's his face still trapped between the heels of my palms.

”I like your voice.” I let the words flow out like a river caught up in a thunderstorm. ”I always wanted to know how it would sound like moaning my name. I like your hands too.”

”What about them?” A big smile stretches his face knowing too well he won. I don’t feel the frustration of losing I’d gladly accept this fate again and again if it will give me the same results at the end of this.

”Yoongi.” I whine.

”Did you imagined this? Or this?” His hands leaving their position fondling the flesh on my hip hiding me behind his body he walks a hand up my decolletage.

”Stop, we are in public.” I hiss.

”No one pays attention Y/N. But I’ll gladly take this to the bedroom.” The offer temps me but I remember the boys.

”We can’t. You are the only sober one and the guys need their ride home.” I reason and Yoongi groans in frustration. He forgot about them already. He looks at the booth the others are drinking and laughing.

”If I tell Namjoon to stop drinking he would be sober enough to drive them back.”

I shake my head it would be too dangerous and considering he competed with Jungkook about who can take more shots I bet he’s drunk like a donkey alongside with the younger boy. ”I’m drunk too.” I tell him when he tries to come up with more solution.

”Fine.” Yoongi hugs me close probably to hide his displeased face doesn’t want to sound so desperate maybe he’s embarrassed.

”Don’t be like that. I promise if in the morning when I sobered up you still want to do it I’ll let you.”

He perks up gently pushing me away to look into my eyes. ”Let me do what?”

”Let you take me.”

 ***

I feel something warm tickling my sides a sudden wave of cold air hits my stomach but the cold soon replaced with a warm and wet feel against my skin. My eyes narrowly open I try to fidget away wrapping my fingers around the comforter when I feel that wet and warm feeling on my thighs.

Hands and tongue. The fog in front of my eyes clears I don’t remember when did I fell asleep or how did I end up here. Where am I? I spot the synthesizer in the corner Yoongi’s synthesizer. Yoongi’s room.

”Yoongi, what .. ah” My voice raspy from sleep the way he rubbed his nose into my neck just to deliver a long kiss to it after halted my question before I was able to voice it out.

”Did I wake you up. My bad.” He smiled into my skin loving the way my heart beats erratically with his every touch, his hand above my breast feeling the movements of it.

”You don’t sound so sorry about it.”

”Do you have a headache?” He caresses the side of my face helping to curl the locks behind my ear that interfered with my vision. The thoughtful gesture made me smile up at his face mirroring his expression of tenderness.

”No I’m good. I didn’t drink that much.” My fingers itch to touch his face maybe it’s because of the dreamy state I’m currently in that I have the confidence in doing so. I brush my hands through his bangs his eyes closing the caress urges a smile he grabs my hands once I’m about to pull away to move it against his mouth giving a small kiss onto my palm before intertwining them with his much larger ones.

I could get used to this. The image of him looking so raw and so vulnerable his eyes puffy with sleep lazy motions of his fingertip exploring my body under the duvet. My shirt is rolled up just below my breasts the shirt’s neck hangs around my shoulder in a loose coverage it smells like Yoongi just like the covers. Looking down I realise it’s not my shirt. It’s his.

”Glad to hear that. I want you to repeat your promise to me.” Yoongi burrows his face into my neck again his hair brushing against my bare skin the hand that’s not holding mine drops under the covers finding my hip guiding me to drape my right leg over his waist facing each other sideways.

”Promise? Can you be more specific?” I boldly move my hand caressing with feather-light touches his side I can feel his bare torso and hips under my fingers he shivers and not because of the cold. He’s shivering because I touched him and he’s not wearing a shirt. The thought crosses my mind that the shirt I’m wearing is the one he did wear the whole day but not now. Every other day I would be embarrassed but I quite liked the idea of wearing his clothes in his bed.

”A tease I see.” He recovered quicker than I would like he gave a quick peck onto my shoulder where his shirt didn’t cover that much skin. He cupped my breast above the fabric of my bra the sudden feel of him squeezing me there I whined a little bit too loudly. I pulled my hand away shielding my face due to embarrassment.

”Yoongi.” I shyly call his name. He let his hand stay there but he remained motionless giving my hands each a kiss just where my eyes would be if I didn’t hide behind my limbs. His hand felt warm against me where my bra wasn’t covering his two fingers rested directly on the skin of my breast.

”Do I have your consent baby?” I gulp my shy personality says no but my body says yes for me.

”You can have anything.” I place my palm against his that lays on my body my eyes still closed but I don’t shield my face anymore. The words came out as whispers even though I wanted him to hear me say it. I wanted him to go on.

”Love. Answer me.” I open my eyes again when I feel his hand leave my boobs to cup my face with it instead.

”You can have me. You can fuck me. Did it answer your question or should I be more specific?” I wet my lips poking my tongue against the inside of my cheeks trying to calm down the rapid movement of my heart my hands shook as I grip his hair moving my mouth against his to not just say but show my consent. I want this. I want him.

”No. I think it was explicit enough, I like seeing you blush.” Hearing him say that makes me blush harder and he gifts me with a gummy smile basking in the responsive reactions. I would be more embarrassed if I wouldn’t feel the sticky substance dampening my underwear.

”Do you have something in mind? A preference? Or can I surprise you.” The way he explicitly asks about my sexual preferences makes him appear hotter a new wave of arousal hits me making me grind my thighs together forgetting that Yoongi’s leg is between them. I know he felt the wetness but doesn’t comment on it he instead pushes his knees further up parting my legs.

”You d-decide.” I moan when his knee brushes against my crotch. He hummed delighted by my answer. Placing back his hand once more squeezing my breasts before undoing the clasps behind my back. He slowly lets the material fall he strictly looks into my eyes not wandering downwards seeking out my every reaction. I gave him a little nod he takes it as the permission he needed he moves the cover so he can take a look.

”So pretty.�� He sighs into my skin he turns my body to be flat against the bed the cold sheets meeting with my back goosebumps travelling up my spine. ”So soft.” He mumbles the endless of praises dragging his fingers over a nipple before licking it with his tongue a choked moan leaves my parted lips his hair gently caressing the skin. He circles the nipple with his poked out tongue kneading the other neglected one with his free hand. Mewls and sighs, in turn, filling the room trying to keep my voice quiet but it’s hard since the only thing I can concentrate on is his mouth on me and his hands those long fingers as he drags them down on my body a finger slides under the waistband of my panty he stretches the material out before letting it snap back into place. The uncomfortable feeling of it sticking to my folds gets frustrating by every passing minute.

”You smell good.” His raspy voice helps me return from my sudden astonishment I scrape his scalp with my long nails as I weave my fingers through his hair he lets out a low growl my skin covering up the noise the vibration he sends up my body by it makes me tighten my legs around his waist my underwear covered cunt pressed against his firm chest forces a not so silent whine out.

”It’s m-my lotion.” I reply absentmindedly. He hums into my collarbone not sure my answer registered truly in his brain I feel him taking a big inhale before pulling away he pushes himself up with the help of his hands planted beside my head looking with heavily lidded eyes taking in my hazed eyes and swollen lips before connecting our mouths. I almost forgot how good of a kisser Yoongi is.  

The light touch against my inner thigh makes my hip jolt up in surprise Yoongi’s eager mouth swallows all the sounds and whimpers. ”Relax.” He purrs aiming for my hips soothing circles into my skin. I take a few deep breaths Yoongi waits patiently for me to calm down a little the way his eyes sizing me up like I’m some kind of goddess eases some of my nerves. Once he’s positive I’m not going to run away he lets his palm touch me the barrier that’s my underwear stays in place as he drags his fingers directly onto my heat. I feel it throb under his ministrations having confidence after a few moans I let out he gets bolder using more pressure to dip between my folds the underwear’s silky touch lets him move smoothly. ”Can I feel it? I want to make sure you’re wet enough before I do anything else.” Nodding even before the question was fully out I anticipate a laugh or something to tease me about my eagerness. I don’t think I wanted someone this bad before to touch me. But he doesn’t laugh he seems as eager as I feel. He slides a finger under the damp material but he retreats too soon. ”Please, can I take it off?” To persuade me further if his plea wasn’t enough he rubs his fingers where my clit is over my panty. The plea was enough but I’m not complaining. I manage to signal him with a breathy yes. Don’t have to tell him twice he slides the ruined material down my legs his big warm hands gripping my inner thighs preventing my legs from closing before he can take a look.

”Look at that. So pink and swollen for me.” Previously he was careful with every move waiting for approval before doing anything bold but like he’s lost all the continence in him Yoongi drags two fingers up my folds coating his fingers with my arousal letting just the tip of his fingers penetrating just to pull back. I let out the loudest moan blushing as I realise just how loud I sounded but Yoongi doesn’t seem to mind, not at all. He wanted to coax more of those sounds as he bent down parting the lips with his tongue letting out his own moans while tasting me and if it’s even possible at this point I feel more turned on than ever.

”Warm too. Sorry, my love, my hands are a little cold but I hope you don’t mind.” He finally slips a finger in my eyes slightly open he watches me with a grin loving the way I squirm wanting it chuckles deep and I don’t mind at all. The stretch his one digit means feels familiar reminding me when I was chasing relief on my own but his fingers are so so much better longer and thicker. I can’t wait to feel the second one.

”I want to make you cum on my tongue.” Delivering a kittenish lick sucking on my clit for the demonstration before he goes on. ”Just to bring you another orgasm with my fingers.” Yoongi curls the one finger in me rubbing it into my throbbing walls ”Lastly let you cum around my cock.” He throws his head back moaning sinfully just thinking he’s about to make everything he said come true. ”You deserve at least three orgasms but I shouldn’t be greedy your virgin cunt can’t handle three.” He eases another finger in this time the stretch is a bit more uncomfortable.

”Let’s start with two.” He says settled with the idea he places a wet kiss onto my hip before finding my abused clit again sucking and rolling it around his tongue my walls contacts around his two digits I feel the sticky substance coating my inner thighs and dripping onto the sheets the mess, the way Yoongi’s hair tickle my thighs, the way he moves his fingers inside me, the pleasure gets overwhelming something starts to build up promising a relief I never had the chance of feeling before.

”Yoongi fuck, Yoongi” His name spills from my mouth and it seems to encourage him to be faster.

”It’s fine.” He tells before sucking harshly on my clit. ”Cum for me.” The proud grin he forms still buried between my legs and the vibration of his hum makes my legs shake I let my head fall back into the pillows closing my eyes until I see literal stars.

He stops lapping my juices once I’m finished the proud smile still plastered on his face licking his lips capturing the remaining of my pleasure. He looks so hot. I never knew I’m capable of coming this hard.

”Good?” Placing a kiss onto my nose he caresses my arms I didn’t realise I was grabbing onto the sheets this tight I let Yoongi place my hands onto his shoulder blades he moves to get between my legs once more.

Instead of answering, I can’t help but impatiently point out. ”You’re still wearing clothes.” I grab his hips pulling on his sweatpants playfully.

”Wanna take it off?” He asks smirking. I roll my eyes at his cockiness not that he’s all talk when it comes to his skills but he has more ego than he can manage and I’m not going to increase it for him.

”So what? Don’t tell me you are not eager even more than me to bury your dick into my virgin pussy.” His eyes grow bigger for a split second before it regains its original state, so he can be startled too. I’m surprised by my boldness, but god, it’s worth it seeing him so fucked up by those words.

”You’re playing a dangerous game Y/N. I need my self-control right now.” Something shifted in his eyes he looks like he’s about to devour me. Yoongi shifts onto his knees to get rid of the final barriers between us. I close my eyes my shyness returns too soon but Yoongi doesn’t mind it I open my eyes again as he positions myself above me placing a firm kiss onto my lips he senses I’m anxious.

”Do you trust me?” Seeing the open vulnerability in his shiny orbs, not entirely clouded by lust makes my head swim with a lot of suppressed emotion. I feel the urge to smile lifting my head from the pillows beneath me I give him a peck.

”Of course I am.” I kinda like you. I bite into my lips before the next sentence could slip through we’ll talk about this another time. Right, the only thing I want to focus on is Yoongi. Only Yoongi. His tip brushes against my stomach, shit, I haven’t seen how big he is. His lip pressed to mine swallows the tiny moan leaving my lips as he pushes the first inch inside parting my walls in a painful stretch. Fuck. He’s big.

”Tight.” Yoongi moans, more in pleasure than I am currently in but it’s ok. He made me cum I want to see him cum too. ”Relax for me angel I won’t hurt you I promise.” Relishing in the way he caresses my side I try to relax my body he pushes another inch in slowly his tip must be fully buried by now.

”That’s right. You’re doing so well.” He praises his eyebrows knit together in concentration he’s holding himself back because of me. Touched by the gesture I move my hip to meet his advances he slips in deeper than he intended his groan significantly louder by the sudden pleasure.

”Does it hurt?” He pulls himself together to keep the eye contact he caresses the skin under my eye I nod before answering.

”A little.”

”Let’s try a few more thrusts if it still hurts after that I’ll stop and eat you out again. Shit. Maybe I should have made you cum again for the extra lubrication.” Yoongi regretfully gazes at my face.

”It’s fine. Just go slow.” I say the burning is bearable I’m getting used to the feeling slowly but not sure if I can cum again.

”My baby is so tight.” I’m definitely a sucker for those pet names. It helps me focus on his words instead of his slow thrusts. ”I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. Feeling you wrapped around me a dream come true.” I experimentally squeeze around him and he lets out a loud moan his head nestled into my neck groaning and moaning between filthy words his pace got quicker but I don’t stop him even though it’s not feeling as good as him eating me out. I want to please him though and by the sounds, he seems very pleased.

”Are you alright?” He stops after hearing a louder whiny moan on my part but I don’t let him I circle my hips in place dragging out moans from him but he forces himself to reset his previous slower pace. I’m not having any of it. I want him to cum and want it soon.

”Yoongi” I whine out his name an idea foggily forming at the back of my head. ”Yoongi, I wanna ride you.”

”Are y-you sure?” He stills inside of me waiting for the confirmation and I nod inviting him into a kiss that turns slopy by time. I feel his hands grabbing at my waist to change position this way he sinks in deeper.

Holy shit it feels so much better.

”Fuck. Do you like this?” He grips my hips dragging his cock touching every sensitive part in me as my walls swallow his shaft he pulls me up just to let me sink down with a needy moan I’m starting to feel the appeal.

”Yes. I-ah-think.” I can almost picture the way my eyes roll back behind my skull right now. What was I saying? ”Go faster.” I choke out and Yoongi with a following set of groans obligates I’m too far gone to pay attention to how Yoongi watches with hungry eyes that I ruin the bedsheets.

”I like that you are so messy.” He places a stray hair behind my ears our chests pressed together so he can thrust up faster and harder. Yoongi holds me in place taking control the way his eyes shuts involuntarily and his member twitching inside of me signals that he’s close.

He’s breathtakingly beautiful as he reaches his high he’s so lost in the pleasure my walls provide so tight around him that he doesn’t have the mind to kiss me back so I just press them together for a minute longer. My legs ache because of the exercise but I let him use me to ride out his high the pretty sounds and satisfied look he gives me once seated firmly inside me with our mixed cum spilling out he looks down where our body connects rubbing the skin of my hip lovingly while watching me ruin his sheets. He likes that I’m messy.

”I hope you like me back because I don’t think I could fuck anyone else from now on.” I end up in a pit of laughter leaning my head on his shoulder he feels my body shake with the motion Yoongi whines in overstimulation when I accidentally squeeze his spent member. I peck the skin where my head previously rested before searching for Yoongi’s eyes.

”I do like you back.” I admit it shyly even though there’s nothing to be shy about his dick is still inside for fuck’s sake.

”Glad to hear that.” His grin returns faster than the speed of light. ”I thought I fucked your brains out when you suddenly started laughing. I was concerned for a minute.” I try to hit his shoulder but he’s faster grabbing my hand by the wrist and gives the flesh an attentive kiss the gesture is sweet and melts my heart.

”How are you feeling?” It’s cute how he seeks my reassurance. He lets me move away careful when pulling out so I can finally take the previous position lying down.

”Hm, sore but good. I just need .. some time. I don’t think I can stand up just yet.” I offer my honest reply burying my nose into the duvet that got tossed aside. He leaves the room making me confused but once he’s back with a towel in hand I pierce two and two together. It’s his towel. The thought is enough to make me blush furiously.

”Spread your legs for me.” I take the request as an order shyly spreading my legs so he can clean me up. ”There. All cleaned up.” The bed squeaks under the weight of his one knee pushing me further into the sheets. Yoongi bows down to kiss me his tongue teases my lips as we kiss asking for permission that I eagerly permit.

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Rip Tumblr D-do you have any dragon ocs that might kidnap their s/o? Also I know that this is a stupid question but can I call myself Cold anon? ;-;

Hello 🍨 Cold ❄️!! I'm really glad you sent me this request!

 The current app that I use for writing is bugging out a lot, so I'm sorry if there are many grammar errors and mistakes here and there.

 And uh... Cold? I think I fucked up your ask? I think I got a little too excited and went in a different direction?? If you don't like it I understand, I could always do another one 😳😋

 TW/Tags: Guess who is being an emotional ball once again?? Me! Yey! Send help! // look, I'm sorry but, low-key? This is edginess overload lol (medieval bitch times, which by that I mean: dark times with terrible people in it) // deaths // abuse of power // Reader said: eat the rich // non-binary reader just because // cursing // slight plot twist? But, like, bad plot twist // soft dragon boi 

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You curious little thing - [Yandere!Dragon x Reader - Short Fanfiction]:

" Deep in the forest, up in the mountains, legend says that a dragon sleeps deep within the caves. And as the old story goes, gold awaits inside his domain, but only those courageous enough to enter the deep cave and defeat the dragon, would be able to take the creature's treasure.

Many have persuaded the quest of defeating said dragon, yet no one ever came back to tell the story.

And while you sit at the comfort of your small cottage reading about the old tales of the dragon's cave, you can't help but consider the story to be just that, a story. A piece of fiction made to scare the local children away from the mountains, or to enchant those that were easily invested into these types of stories.

It seems like you're one of those that were fascinated by the old tales. Regardless of if you find it true or not. The old tales still hold a mysterious charm that manages to keep you intrigued no matter what age you re-read them.

Tales of the forest spirits protecting their land with mischievous wit, tales of monsters that crawled out of your bed to cause nightmares on the simple minded, tales of mighty dragons who could easily rule the world if they so pleased to.

Yet they didn't. Either because they didn't want to, or maybe they really didn't exist. Who knows, right [Y/N]? Not that you, a simple commoner, would know any better.

Although, from the tales you read, isn't always the common folk the ones to first encounter these things?

It always ends bad, but still.

A commoner would be the first one to be affected by the wrath of such supernatural creatures.

However, as stated before, there is no way of knowing if such a thing is real or not, right? It's been eons since the last time someone even mentioned a dragon's presence in your kingdom, and it's been centuries that the concepts of dragons had fallen into the mythological category.

There hasn't been a single person to mention the beast's names in years. There was no visible way of them being remotely real, right? That sounded absurd.

But of course, like all tales are written, your's seem to have reached the beginning of your own personal adventure when the king mentioned the need of soldiers willing to face the beast inside the cave, who was presumably hibernating throughout this whole time.

And of course, the public had only laughed at this sort of news. You see, your king's authority over the entire land has been dangling by a thin thread. The taxes, the frauds, the imminent wars threatening to occur at any second now, has helped a small portion of people to start questioning if not downright rebelling against him and his reign of terror.

The revolution was rising slowly, yet something needed to push it forward, the straw that broke the camel's back.

"What could it be?" You might be wondering.

How about kidnapping and force recruitment with the help of blackmailing? Specifically targeting the poorest people in the kingdom and taking their family members hostage if they don't comply?

Sounds so evil that you may think it's bullshit right? So inhumane, that the villain of this story might as well be your crazy king, right?

Oh, [Y/N]. You're absolutely right, yet a little bit wrong considering that even if such an evil act sounds absurd, it's absolutely real. It's part of your reality now.

And even if your king is a vile creature of pure hatred and deserves to be fed to the rats, by being a terrible ruler, husband, and father- You were soon about to learn that there are worse, more powerful forces that can easily overpower the insanity of that sad, pathetic evil man.

To your dismay, your family was one of the chosen ones to suffer from this. Because of poverty, you and your father lived in the outskirts of the kingdom. It was perfect for the king and his soldiers, as you and your father lived distant from the main town, if any of you two ever die on the process of going into the beast's cave, or disobey the king's orders, no one would notice if you two were suddenly wiped from the face of the Earth.

And of course, holding hostage just one person was easier than multiple family members. Although your king was absolutely insane if not completely psychotic, you could at least understand how he moved his pieces in this massive game of chess.

I mean, yes, you understand his reasoning. Still doesn't mean he is right.

Soldiers didn't wait too long to show up and try to force your father to go with them. But you didn't take none of that, you wouldn't let your dying father be taken by them.

You screamed, you shout, you let venom spill out of your mouth by each profanity you threw at the soldiers and the king they claimed to serve. It didn't take long before the general noticed that you were one of the rascals forming a rebellion. Well, you didn't really need to be officially part of the revolution, just disagreeing was enough to make the general decide to take you instead of your old father.

You can still remember how he was trying to scream his lungs out, to stop the soldiers somehow.

This was it, right? The day, for you and possibly all these other commoners to die in the name of an asshole. How honoring.

Among you and other miserably unlucky individuals, there were all kinds of different people. From innocent, to criminals. From young to old, from poor to… Well, mildly not as poor. Nobles would never be subjected to this, you know that. All of these individuals were carried away by a carriage. All crammed into one little vehicle, away from the public sight.

After being far enough from the town and now deep within the forest, the soldiers commanded all of you to get out of the carriage as now you'll begin to walk straight to the mountain while carrying… Gold?

"- It's a gift from the king. Survive long enough, and you'll be able to take it with you." The general said, his tone being condescending as ever.

You could…. Technically run away, right now. They haven't really put any restrains in any of you-

"- Over there!" A soldier alerted the general, who looked little surprised by seeing two of your group running away with the gold in hands.

Without hesitation, or even a slight hint of empathy, the general shot both with his crossbow. Their bodies fall flat in the forest ground, with all that gold and jewelry accompanying them. All that gold being wasted and left behind, just like the bodies of the people carrying them.

You felt sick, the need to vomit was surfacing through your stomach. This- This is terrible!? This is so cruel! How can they continue to walk like nothing happened??

God, how did a once prospering kingdom has now fallen in such a low pit?

As you can imagine, the walk was torturous and it felt like it was going forever. Of course, a lot of questions were emerging about the strange situation.

One: how did the king know and was certain that the myth of the dragon was real and that the dragon was awake?

Two: why didn't he call his own army to attend to such issues instead of the common folk being forced to go with his wishes?

Actually, now that you think about it, why are there so few skilled, trained soldiers taking a bunch of people to a cave unprepared?

Carrying a bunch of gold for fucks sake, this stuff is heavy!

If it was truly a gift from the king to your group, then why were you obligated to carry it all the way to the cave? Sounds unreasonable and if anything, absolutely ridiculous. It would only slow your group down, and for what?!

Sounds like a trap to be…. Honest. Wait a minute-

"- Shit!" You whisper to yourself at the sudden realization that you're fucked, which unfortunately, caused a soldier that was near you to hear it.

"- Nothing sir, I just stabbed my foot in a rock." You weren't lying though. This whole walk bullshit your doing has destroyed your low quality sandals, and now you could basically feel the ground stabbing you every time you stept.

The soldier just grunted at you, and as much as you wished to take his sword and shove it up his bum, you couldn't help but go back to your original train of thought before you got interrupted.

You were going straight to death right? You're not supposed to fight a dragon, but rather serve as an offering?? What?!

You can't even speak or alert your fellow companions in any way. The last three people that have spoken without being directed to, were shot in the head.

The realization has sadly come in too late for you to make any plans now, as you forward as your group walk upwards, following the mountain's trail, you find yourself facing not only the entrance to a presumably dangerous cave infested with predators, but also the gates to your inevitable death.

You would now have to think of how to escape the soldiers and their arrows, or how to possibly make your death less painful. Being eaten by a dragon doesn't sound really fun.

When entering the cave you're met with more-

"- Are you fucking kidding me?!" Someone screamed, while easily accepting their death.

You couldn't help but agree with the person. While entering the cave, you're met with a great ravine, going in a spiral fashion deeper into the cave.

In other words, you have not only walked all the way up to a fucking mountain, but you would now need to get down into a creepy cave.

You almost considered asking for some eternal peace before remembering that your father's life was still in line. You just… Don't want to go away like this, you don't want your father to go like this.

And once again your group, that was now a lot shorter due to the amount of deaths along the way, was now following the general once again. Only this time, the soldiers were behind all of you, probably to guarantee no one ran away. Too late for that now anyway, so why even bother?

You didn't realize how you were on the very front of everyone, side by side with the man that was leading you to your doom.

You felt his eyes fall into your form a couple of times, but he never really turned his face to look at you. After a long silence of just a bunch of miserable people stepping closer to a terrible plan that was not well thought-out, he said:

"- You know it already. Right?" His voice was rough and still held the nonchalant tone that was written all over his face. You doubt this man could have ever smiled once in his life.

You almost choked with your own breathing, the nerve of this man! You couldn't help but let out the only thing you have wanted to say this whole time:

"- I hate you." You say as your eyes start to become a little watery. The feeling of desperation was eating you up ever since you entered the carriage, but only now you felt how bad the teeth of despair hurt.

"- I know kid. Me too." He responded, his tone never changed, even while saying that.

You guess he didn't really appreciate his job as much as you thought he did. Yet, you couldn't find in your heart to pity the man, as he was complicit in all of this mess. But I guess, you do hope for this man to find some sort of redemption, either presently or in his after life.

You still think he did a lot of bad things of course, his crimes are probably never gonna be forgiven. But just because of that, it didn't mean he couldn't start to do some good actions now, not for the sake of finding inner forgiveness, but for the sake of others. For the sake of the innocent people being not only met with unfair treatment, but also being ruled by a psychotic tyrant who is a complete imbecile. No wonder the queen and his son were missing for so long, you would probably have run away if you were them too.

When finally coming down, with your feet now hurting like a bitch, you can find some time for yourself to appreciate the beauty of this place.

You know, before you lose your head? To a freaking dragon??

Honestly, you at least hope that the stories you read were true, because holy fuck- Imagine how exhausted your body is from walking for what it feels like an eternity, holding jewelry made with gold, only to find an empty cave?

Then you would be able to go feral kill one or two soldiers before getting your ass beaten. As you don't have enough reason to just do that right now, right?

You expected to be met with disappointment, but what you truly saw while finally getting into the dragon's territory, you were able to not only feel enchanted by the magnitude of these treasure places, but also forget the danger of the situation, as you look around and remember the tales you read.

This is so much better than what you have imagined it to be like. It's… Mesmerising! It 's beautiful! The underground pond, the glowing crystals, the pile of gold, the stolen statues of the great warriors of your kingdom, golden weapons all scattered across the floor, the white feathered looking dragon staring down at you from his nest, that little tea set that is really cute and fragile yet it probably cost way more than your house, your clothes, and all of your furniture all together.

Oh no wait-

"- We came with what you asked for, Artemio." Said the general fast walking his way to be in between you and the beast.

To say you were freaking out would be an understatement. You knew dragons were huge, but you didn't expect it to be so… Huge! You know??

Oh my God, you're dead-

You looked around to see only you, your group of commoners ready to be probably eaten, and the general. And while looking for the soldiers, you noticed them trying to close the opening with a man built gate, created to keep the beast.

But obviously, that gate looks absolutely ridiculous, there is no way this guy couldn't destroy it by simply slapping it. It's quite laughable, yet…

You feel this is not just a coincidence or a bad made joke. You have a feeling they know the gate is essentially useless. It was really old, so, clearly this has been going on from quite some time.

Has… Has your kingdom been doing this for centuries?? Bringing offerings to please the dragon and beg it to sleep for more centuries to come?

"- This is absolute bullshit!" You screamed, not noticing how your heart was racing and your breathing had started to become frantic. You were panicking while coming to terms with the fact that your whole world was collapsing in front of your eyes. Your scream clearly surprised your fellow companions, yet it didn't surprise the dragon or the general.

The dragon had, well, a dragon face, so you have no idea what it was thinking, and the general was still with the same non-expressive face since the beginning of this stupid trip!

"- What?! You have nothing to say?? You brought us here to die, at least say something, you coward!" You were fuming with rage. How can a person like this be so annoying even when he is not saying anything.

He looks at you with an understanding expression, yet you don't think about what it could mean as you reach to one of the many golden weapons spread around across the floor. They were heavy and quite frankly completely useless, yet you still hold into that golden sword like your life depended on it.

And it did, actually.

Have you gone insane or just completely blind with rage and the instinct of survival? You're not sure just yet, but you'll lose your last bit of sanity to stand your ground.

You aren't going down without a fight.

"- Come at me, you big bird!" You yelled, looking kinda epic and kinda goofy at the same time. You probably shouldn't insult a dragon who hasn't decided who he'll first, it may change his appetite.

Before the general could interfere with your foolish behavior, the one and only had spoken:

"- Where exactly is what we had agreed on?" Like in true entitled brat fashion, Artemio asked the general while putting his head in his pawn.

"- We had to eliminate a couple of the troublemakers. In the end some of the gold was left behind in the progress-"

"- No, I mean, where truly is what I asked for? The jewelry is quite frankly ugly, the gold coins don't matter as I already have plenty, and none of these humans look really edible. Or well… Appetising." You could swear a pouty face was appearing in Artemio's face, yet only one thing had taken your attention. That's the reason why they needed so many disposable people? Oh… Wait a minute, did the dragon just call everyone here too ugly to eat?

"- If you can't compromise with your promises, then I think we'll have to change the deal-" Artemio started getting up from his nest, stretching out like a cat.

"- Oh, please no, can't you just-" The general panicked, thinking that the dragon would destroy the village.

"- I want that one." Artemio said. Pointing at you.

"- What?" You looked behind you just in case you were in the way of someone else. No, you weren't.

"- Uhn… What?" Oh look, even the general was confused as you, and well, the entire cast of people that were thrown in this hell hole.

"- Yes, that one holding the spear."

"- Just… That one, or-"

"- Just that one. And I won't get out of the cave for at least a century, I promise!" He sounds and acts like both a child and a cat, preparing himself to pounce on its prey any moment now.

"- ….. Okay then, fair enough. It's your problem now kid." He said, making a motion for all the other captives to follow him. Which they gladly did, because, you know, they aren't the protagonist of the story.

"- What?! You can't leave me here, you bastard!!" You screamed, although subconsciously you already knew his answer.

"- I think I'm just doing that!" He screamed from the other side of the cave, fuckz they really didn't waste no time at all, did they?

Sigh, who are you kidding? If you were one of them, you would have ran away as fast as you could. At least some gave you sympathetic looks before going back to their "freedom".

You heard the heavy gate closing. Well, shit. It's you and him now.

You tried going back into your original threatening stance, but before you could, you saw a glimpse of Artemio coming in at full speed, taking no time to jump at you. This is it [Y/N], send your last prayers to your father and your old life before-

Before he starts licking you... like a dog? What?

He pauses and you tense up, looking up and seeing a dragon powerful enough to destroy villages, looking at you like a precious little gift.

Artemio picks you up and hugs you in an almost bone breaking hug. Confused and frustrated with how the situation was going, you asked:

"- A-Aren't you going to kill me?" Yes, it was a pathetic question, if a dragon isn't killing you, then why ask it to do it??

"- I have been so lonely since the last human that I chose! I usually prefer to have many friends around but all of the other options seemed so boring, you know?" His voice is oddly cheerful and sweet to someone that sees humans as pets, or "friends". So… What is really going on here?

"- I thought you ate people." You said, still frustrated that you were betrayed and lied to through this entire day.

"- Well, I guess I can eat humans-" Says the giant bird-lizard acting like a child trying to lie about doing something wrong- "- But I really don't like doing it, I promise!"

"- I just wanted someone to play with, you know? All the dragons that I know are just so boring and take everything seriously." He huffed in annoyance.

"- Well… Do you-" You started questioning if you really want to to know the answer, but curiosity sure is killing this cat!- "- What happened to the other humans that were here?"

"- Oh, they… Uhn, they died, because of your shirt lifespan and all ya know." He responded.

"- Oh… Then why did the soldiers bring us here saying you were going to eat us?" Why not go full balls in and ask everything, right?

"- It's- Sigh, it's really embarrassing, but I didn't know any other way of how to ask for company down here." He said shyly, which only confirmed your suspicion of this being complete bullshit.

"- And you threaten to burn a whole kingdom just because of that?" You asked.

"- Yes!" He answered with no shame whatsoever. This guy was a dog wearing a dragon costume, you couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"- Sigh, oh my God…"

"- Hey, uhn, what's your name?" Artemio spoke, he thought that he should also ask questions as he wants to be able to enjoy every second with his new pet.

"- It is [Y/N]. And you're Artemio, right?" You can't believe any of this, really. You went from an absolutely terrible life or death situation, to a… Well, you can't even tell what the hell is going on anymore!

"- [Y/N].... [Y/N]! [Y/N], that's such a good name!" The excited dragon repeated your name multiple times before interrupting your peace once again. You can't be mad at him, but-

Come on, you needed some time to accept everything that just went down. You didn't even notice you were on the floor until Artemio was in front of your view again.

"- [Y/N]!" He was so easy to please, that just saying your name was fun to him.

"- Sigh… Hey Artemio." You sighed as there was no way in hell this dragon would leave you to deal with this weird feeling of emptiness arising in your chest.

"- What do you want to do now?" He asked cheerfully, but not completely oblivious to your feelings of being abandoned underground with him by force.

You stayed silent for a second, again, trying to come with terms with this new lifestyle that you were subjected to. You technically could ask Artemio to open the gate, he doesn't seem to have any intention of hurting you. But who knows? He has a different point of view in this whole thing than you do.

Silence was taking over the cave, but not exactly an awkward silence, just… A comforting one.

The water dripped from the ceiling. You felt the ground underneath you shake a little as Artemio followed your "guidance". He decided to lay on his back near you.

He wasn't really doing any self reflection at all, he just wanted to join in with you, yet all he could think is how happy he is to have someone else to spend time with.

You may only see him slightly from the corner of your eyes, yet you still feel a little, strange, by seeing a dragon mimic your ways.

You don't feel nessecerally homesick, but you do miss your father. You absolutely hate the idea of coming back to the kingdom, but… If you could see your father one last time, and probably help him with the gold that is in this place….

Maybe you could even-!.....

"- Artemio."

"- Yes, [Y/N]!*

"- AAH!" He turned himself to meet your face so fast that you whimpered because of his sudden motion.

He was going to check if you were okay, but you stopped him showing that you were fine, just a little spooked.

"- Hey, Artemio-" You said again, as you were still reformulating your question in your head-

"- Do you know how to burn an entire castle?"

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[lastxviolet]

In Neglected Fields, the Fern Grows -Ch. 3

Fred Weasley x OC 3,733 k Ch. 3 / 10 Warnings: NSFW!! Slight Dom!Fred, touching, cursing, begging, dirty talk, slight degradation, mention of masturbation

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13829826/1/In-Neglected-Fields-the-Fern-Grows

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That night she dreamt of what might have come after if she hadn't run away. Her head filled in all the gaps and gave her a show of Fred pressing himself into her over, and over again, calling her a good girl when she whimpered his name and a fucking whore when she moaned too loud.

She didn't tell Daisy, or Mandy, or any of her friends the next day. Mostly because she was embarrassed but also because she was still in shock.

The thoughts plagued her and nearly made her forget that she had a less than savory obligation this evening where she would be forced to see the one person she didn't want to. She avoided the Great Hall, the library, or any other common areas all day long, in the hopes of prolonging her avoidance of him.

Daisy pestered her around dinnertime about how the recognizance mission went, as she'd noticed her absence last night. She gave some half-hearted excuse and another about why she couldn't come to dinner. She spent the rest of the evening hold up in her room, fighting off images of Fred fucking Weasley with his hand around her neck.

She refused to acknowledge the heat beneath her navel whenever she thought of their encounter. She couldn't remember exactly why she'd decided to push him off of her but thanked her subconscious for being somewhat alert.

What would she do about him? Hating him was easy. It always had been. But now, something else stirred inside of her. She felt equal parts disgusted and elated to see him again but tried not to dwell too long on the complex feelings.

When the evening bell tolled, she rolled her shoulders back and marched to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom to face her punishment, which oddly enough, had become the least of her worries.

Fred was already seated with a black quill in his hand, near the front, flanked by two other Gryffindors. She knew he was going to be there and she'd seen him at least once a day for seven years, and yet her heart nearly stopped.

He was hunched and tense. She could see his flexed back muscles through the thin white button-up of his uniform. Others were shaking or crying but not him. He sat like a statue, practically frozen with defiance. She was sure that his pride and bravery would give Umbridge no satisfaction. She tore her eyes away when the pink menace noticed her and motioned to a table towards the back.

"I will not break rules," Umbridge mewed across the room with a sickly sweet smile. "Twenty lines should suffice Ms. Longbottom."

She stared the woman in the eyes, deeply regretting every action that had led her to this moment, and nodded. A stirring terror burrowed itself in her stomach. She could hear silent tears and tempered breaths around her. This was going to hurt. Umbridge waited for her to lift the quill to the paper before reclaiming her throne at the head of the room.

The first line, in red, didn't do much but by the second "break" she felt a deep gash open. It was such a sharp, and foreign pain that she audibly gasped. Her eyes scoped the room, hoping that no one had heard, but she had no such luck. Fred stared at her from over his shoulder. She met his gaze just long enough to shoot him a glare and then let her eyes fall back to the page in front of her.

She made it ten lines without so much as a tear but by then, her blood was running free and pooling a little on the desk in front of her. She whispered a vanishing charm and whisked it away before finishing the last lines quickly, biting her tongue to keep from crying out.

Umbridge came to inspect the front of the class's work first, and Fred left before she did. When it came time for the evil woman to surveil her work she leaned over the bloodied table and smiled.

"I hope I don't see you in here again, Ms. Longbottom," she tutted. "I'd hate to take your Prefect status away. You are dismissed."

She mumbled a poisonous thank you and practically ran from the room.

The stairs beneath her blurred into a stone slab as tears fell down her cheeks. She searched her head for some sort of healing spell but the knowledge escaped her amid so much distress. She flew through the hall and stalked towards the only place she knew she could be alone.

The door to the prefect's bathroom groaned as it opened with her utterance of the password. She peeked inside and sighed with relief at the sight of the empty room.

When alone in the big gold room, she let her cries come freely. The sobs from deep in her chest, clearly mingled with things other than the pain of her hand, echoed around the room and nearly overpowered the sound of the faucets, filling the swimming pool-sized bath. Her hand stung but somehow the mark was worse. Her smooth flesh was now broken by sharp, bloody lines that might be there forever. It was completely irrational, but the wound made her feel ugly.

After about ten minutes, she dried her tears, stripped off her uniform, and chose soothing lavender bubbles for the bath. The steaming water was a welcome feeling for her sore body. She hadn't realized it but she'd been tensing all her other muscles in a feeble attempt to keep the sharp pain at bay.

She closed her eyes and sunk into the water, trying not to think about how Neville had gone through the same thing. There was a certain sense of pride she got from being her brother's keeper. She watched out for him, stuck up for him, and kept him from being hurt but it wasn't enough. Not only did he not want her help, but he seemed hellbent on keeping her in the dark about the nefarious activities that were getting him hurt. If he'd just told her what he was doing in the first place, everything; the detention, Fred, her hand, could've all been avoided. But it was too late now. She was stuck with a rebellious, secret-keeping brother, a feud gone wrong, and a fucked up hand.

The bubbles swallowed her whole as she dipped her head in and held her breath, desperate for a moment of complete silence.

She curled into a ball and stayed beneath the water until her lungs were screaming at her to free them of the pain, or perish.

The cold air rushed against her face as she shot back up through the bubbles and caught her breath.

"Trying to drown yourself?"

She yelped and spun around frantically trying to cover herself as the voice of Fred Weasley disturbed her for the second time this week.

"What are you doing here," she yelled, clutching her chest and staring at him across the steam.

"Lifeguard duty," he declared.

She rolled her eyes and turned away in a fury.

"You can't be here," she hissed.

"Bloody hell, you prefects are — "

"— no you idiot I mean that specifically, you cannot be here with me like this."

He was silent for a beat and then she heard him sit on the edge of the tub, and dunk his feet in.

"No peaking, I promise," he assured her in an almost sincere voice.

It was pointless to argue and she was too exhausted to even try. He sensed her resignation and began kicking his feet in the water.

"How was the good girl's first detention?" He asked.

"Terrible," she shot back.

"I expected as much," he laughed.

When she was sure her chest was entirely covered by the bubbles, she turned back around and shot him a glare. He returned the look with a delighted smile.

Her jaw clicked from biting down too hard. He was gloating but she wouldn't allow him to rile her up any further. Obviously, he wanted her to snap at him and curse at him to leave but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. He stared her down with the same intensity she was radiating. Neither of them seemed motivated to move.

Why had he even come here?

Something in his expression cracked when he realized she wasn't going to speak without further encouragement.

"Your hand," he inquired softly. "Not fatal…right?"

She felt tears prick the corner of her eyes again.

"No, but…I…I just don't want it to scar."

"Oh, no, it won't. See, I've started writing with my left hand to give it a break and you can hardly even see the marks anymore."

He leaned towards her, brandishing his left hand. She stared at him hesitantly, worried that any movement would give him quite the show. She sunk deeper into the water before moving towards him and reaching up to take his hand, letting his palm flatten out against her own. Sure enough, there were faint pink lines that no longer looked like a phrase scattered on his hand. Absentmindedly, she caressed the lines with her other hand, making sure there were no raised lines or permanently damaged skin. He exhaled sharply as she held him between her two hands.

For a moment, she forgot who he was.

She forgot what'd they done and what it would look like they were about to do if someone walked in now.

There was no history; only palm against palm.

She looked up at him and nodded, letting him know that he'd made his point just fine, but he didn't move. Her heart was fluttering in her chest but she couldn't decide what it was trying to tell her. His fingers began curving around her wrist, just enough for her to notice.

"Fern about last—"

"How do you know the password?" She asked.

He looked taken aback like he wasn't expecting the conversation to veer this way, and then smiled.

"I know everything," he assured her, in a calm, almost casual voice, before letting go of her and leaning back with his hands behind him.

"How did you know that I was here," she asked, this time more curious, and less accusatory.

Her hand tingled from where he'd touched her. If she'd known that he would pull away because of her inquiry, maybe she would've just stayed quiet. On the other hand, this was Fred Weasley, whom she despised, and giving him reasons to touch her should not be on the forefront of her mind.

She couldn't decipher which she wanted more.

To strangle him, or let him strangle her…again.

"Lucky guess," he sighed.

"Liar," she mumbled.

"Fern," he laughed with an amused smile and a wink. "If I'd known for certain that you were here, then I would've come much faster."

She rolled her eyes and rested a shoulder against the ledge he was sitting on.

"You know a lot about coming fast?"

His smile grew wider and he threw his head back with a short laugh. "Not usually but I guess it depends on how good you are."

She sized him up and half thought about just leaving but there was a twinkle in his eye that was making it difficult to breathe. Certainly, he wasn't trying to pick up again where they'd left off.

"I've never had any complaints," she mused, staring him down.

He cocked an eyebrow. "You?"

"Yes, me, you twat," she scolded, swatting his kneed with her hand. "Your surprised tone is not appreciated, by the way."

He chuckled and looked past her towards the stained glass before closing his eyes. She furrowed her brows and scooted a little closer. He looked stoic — relaxed even, and for some reason, she didn't like it.

"Really," she demanded. "No questions? No rude remarks? No 'who would want you?' Nothing?"

He opened his eyes in a flash and leaned forward onto his knees to get closer to her.

"I know who would want you."

The response caught her off guard and something dark flashed across his face. If she wanted to, she could reach up and touch him but her nerves kept her arms crossed and brow furrowed.

"You do," she asked softly.

He smiled again, this time, less menacingly, and nodded.

"I'm an idiot but I'm not blind," he said matter-of-factly. "Wouldn't mind being a little deaf though… at least when I'm with you."

"Haha, you're hilarious," she blurted, rolling her eyes and splashing him a little. "All you want is a laugh."

He rested his forehead in his hands and stared down at the water.

He was quiet for a few seconds but his face was suddenly twisted deep in thought.

"Fern, I think you know…what I want," he admitted softly.

Her breath hitched in her chest. She didn't know why but it hadn't occurred to her that they were going to talk about what had happened last night, let alone continue it. She stared at him in disbelief, trying to think of something witty or smart to say to get him to leave.

"No," was all she could manage to get out.

"Yes, you do," he countered, sitting up straight.

"No…I don't," she practically whispered.

He smiled softly and shook his head. "Figures that you'd be a know-it-all except about the things that matter."

"The things that matter?"

"Yes Fern, the things that matter. Fire, water. Sun, moon, Hot, cold. You, me."

He winked with the last bit and his smile sloped like he was telling a joke. She could see why he'd always had girlfriends over the years but she wasn't going to let him believe she was a prize to be won with meaningless flirting.

"Bloody hell," she sighed, shaking her head. "You really think I'm going to fall for that? Don't you have some underclassmen or groupies to hook up with?"

"Nah," he mused, rolling up his sleeves. She watched as he broke eye contact and swallowed hard. "In light of recent events I've found that my tastes have…changed."

Her breath caught in her throat. He was bringing it up.

They were going to talk about it.

Desire bloomed through her chest.

"Changed?"

"Yes, to things…less boring."

He stopped smiling and stared at her with uncharacteristic seriousness.

"I thought you said that I was boring," she stammered.

"Hmm…did I?"

"In fact, if I recall correctly, you said that I was so fucking boring that —"

She caught the shift in his eyes before she even noticed his movement and then he was standing in front of her in the water, clothes and all.

She clutched her chest, being sure that she was covered, and backed away.

"Fred, you can't just do that," she babbled shrilly, hitting her back on the edge of the large tub.

He didn't seem to hear her as he moved forward.

She spread her hand across his chest, losing her concentration on keeping him at arm's length as soon as she touched him.

His chest. Him.

"Fred," she whined, clutching his shirt, caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

"What did I tell you," he asked in nothing more than a breath.

His features were sharp with confidence but she could see the glimmer of unease in his eyes.

He thought that she was going to run away again.

She hadn't decided if she was actually going to when he reached up and caressed the side of her face, moving the hairs that clung to it.

His fingers stroked her jaw and then pulse point before wrapping around her neck.

She moaned but a knock at the door cut her off.

"Hello?"

She went wide-eyed and shoved Fred away as fast as she could, immediately glancing to the door in a panic.

"Fuck" she cursed, reaching for a robe.

Fred climbed out of the tub before she could worry about him seeing her naked and hid behind a pillar by the door.

They were screwed if it was someone nosey. She might be screwed regardless.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to lock the door," she yelled, making sure her robe was tight before unlatching the door and coming face to face with Hufflepuff prefect, Ernest Macmillan.

His eyes went wide at her, even though she was completely covered.

"Oh Fern, hello! Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you."

"No, no, not at all," she reassured him, glancing nervously at Fred who was peeking his head out to watch her. "Um this is as much yours as it is mine, I must've accidentally locked the door."

He peered around her and raised his eyebrows.

"No problem at all…can I join you?"

She moved aside quickly, making room for the thin blonde boy.

"I was actually just leaving so it's all yours!"

"Oh, you're leaving?"

She didn't watch him as she picked her clothes up from the floor and glanced towards Fred's hiding place again.

"Yes, I've still got some homework and uh N.E.W.T studying to do," she explained, scooting around the boy who seemed to be frozen in front of the door.

"Too bad," he mumbled, leaning out of the way.

She grabbed the handle and nearly yanked the door open before it dawned on her that it probably wasn't the best idea for her reputation to leave Fred for Ernest to find. She turned back to the blushing boy and clutched her ear in fake panic.

"Oh Ernie," she cooed, dawning a puzzled look. "Do you see my earring anywhere? I seem to have lost it."

He didn't give her another look before committing his full attention to the floor a few feet away, even going as far as getting on his hands and knees to feel across the tile. She watched him for a moment and then frantically opened the door.

As if he'd read her mind, Fred tiptoed from around the corner and made a b-line towards her. She shuddered as his large hands wrapped around her waist to move her out of the way. Once he'd fled into the hallway she waved her arms in the air in a grand gesture of realization and purred across the room.

"Oh, how silly of me, it was in my pocket. Thank you for all your help, have a lovely bath!"

She didn't wait to see his face or hear his response before slamming the door closed and rushing down the hall, with only a robe to shield her from the cold air. Thankfully, the rest of the castle seemed to be settled in for the night, so the passageway was empty.

"You know that kid?"

For the second time in the night, she jumped as Fred made his presence known.

"Stop scaring me like that," she hissed, turning around to shove him. His large stature hardly even registered the force, much to her frustration. She turned on her heel and stalked down the hall. He walked close behind her and leaned forward to speak into her ear.

"Hufflepuff right? Is he your boyfriend or something?"

She spun around and glared at him.

"What the actual fuck are you talking about?"

A darkness passed over his eyes but she didn't care. She was done playing this game and she was done being his toy. She was done letting him think he had any sort of power over her.

"You hang out with him?"

"We occasionally have Prefect rounds together, not that it's any of your business," she huffed.

"Well you must've done something to him on those rounds because he wants to fuck you," he snapped.

"No, he does not, you twat."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm. She hissed in displeasure as he pulled her into a deep window frame, hiding them from view.

"He was hard as soon as he saw you," he hissed.

She stared at him in disbelief.

He held no claim to her and even if he did, the last thing he had to worry about was Ernie from Hufflepuff.

"Well, that makes two of you."

Her eyes darted down to his pants, still half tented.

His lips twitched and his smile faded. Her chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace, making the distance between them seem like nothing. She stared into his dark eyes for a moment longer before glancing back down to the outline of the hardness in his pants.

"Do you like that I'm hard for you," he whispered.

She bit her lip to keep from whimpering. He stepped forward, inching her closer to the wall. They were about two inches from being in the same position that they were in last night but this time, she didn't back down.

She tipped her head back and leaned against the wall without his help, staring him straight in the eyes.

"You like to think about me to get hard, don't you?"

His eyes widened a bit and his cheeks flushed.

"What if I said yes…" he breathed, taking another step. "What if said that's what I did last night…and again this morning."

The realization hit her like a train and lit a fire in her stomach. A surge of adrenaline rushed through her veins. This time, she had power over him. His thoughts of her were on display, instead of the other way around.

It was delicious and maddening.

He took another step, looming over her, pressing her into the wall.

"Show me," she whispered, tipping her head back to expose her neck and chest.

He looked completely bewildered with his pupils blown.

She glanced down at his lips but he stayed quiet.

Silence lingered and she wondered if she'd actually said it out loud, or if he'd even heard her.

In an urge of something foreign, she doubled down on her statement and caressed the neckline of the robe, exposing her chest just a little more.

"Fucking hell," he mumbled senselessly, closing the gap between them entirely.

"Go on," she whispered, thrusting her pelvis against his.

He sucked in a breath and pressed his forehead onto hers. She didn't peel her eyes away from his as he unzipped his pants. She held her breath until something warm and hard-pressed against the thin fabric of the robe covering her stomach.

His mouth dropped open as he took himself in hand and began stroking.

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Castle Alphabet: Death Wish

My love can't heal the scars you carved on your own heart

Pairing: Frank Castle x Black!OC

A/N: It’s been a long time since I’ve written something that wasn’t actually requested. Here’s some angsty Castle content for you. For those who have seen the show, this is set when David found Frank dying in the woods 😖

Summary: As Frank lay dying he made a phone call. He knew it was selfish, went against a promise, but he did it anyway. If there was a voice he needed to hear in his last seconds it was hers.

Words: 1K

“What the hell were you two doing?”

Morgan’s question doesn’t register — at least not the first time it’s asked. It’s not David’s fault — not really. It’s Frank’s fault. All of this is Frank’s fault. At least that’s what Frank’s going to say once he wake’s up — if Frank wakes up.

The temporary stall in David’s mind comes from the blood. Frank’s blood. He’s seen Frank bleed before. Blood and The Punisher are synonymous. But the man lying before him isn’t The Punisher. It’s Frank Castle — his friend.

And right now — David is putting the life of his friend in the hands of a woman he’s never properly met. A woman who is moving as though this isn’t the first time she’s seen Frank in this state. In the time David’s frozen, she’s managed to stain her hands and pajamas in Frank’s blood.

David has never been a religious man, but he believes it was an act of God that Morgan answered her phone tonight.

She was asleep, drained from a long shift at the hospital. The phone had rung nearly six times, each passing ring prompting Frank to send a prayer to the Big Man upstairs.

Isn’t it funny? How everyone prays in the end?

There were many times Frank hoped he could die — have all of his sufferings snuffed out by a bullet. But there seems to be someone — or something — that keeps him alive every time he comes face to face with his death wish. No matter if he’s left battered, bruised, and hanging on by a hair’s breadth, Frank Castle can’t seem to fucking die.

This time had felt different — his blood-soaked clothes and shallow breaths — left Frank believing he might die. That’s why he called Morgan.

When shit had hit the fan, Frank swore he’d never call her again — not when he was like this. The promise was simple. Frank would call Morgan when he was ready to be with her outside of her first aid kits and his blood. Frank had kept good on his promise until he was laying there on the floor of the woods — cold, alone, and bleeding out — eyes on the starlit sky. He hadn’t looked up at the sky and regarded the stars in a long time. It’s hard to see them from the streets of Hell’s Kitchen. As he lay there, he had one thought on his mind — she loves the stars.

She’d answered on the last ring. The loss of blood left his words slurred and nonsensical, but Frank was still clutching the phone when David finally reached him.

The steadiness of her needle begins to waiver as Morgan’s brain finally begins to process what she’s doing. Suturing is a part of her everyday job description. She’s lost count of the number of times she’s done it in her time at Metro-General Hospital. Let alone the times she’s stitched up Frank — but each time he’s been awake. His soft smile and eyes, reassuring her the damage wasn’t as bad as it looked.

Only this time, he’s not watching her. His fingers aren’t going to brush against her cheek once he’s patched up. Frank's going to be out for two whole days.

“How many times have you done this?” David’s question steadies Morgan’s hand once she realizes she has stopped working.

“Too many times,” she replies. Her eyes briefly meet his before returning to her blood-soaked gloved hands. “What were you doing that left him like this? He can’t keep coming back looking this. He’s a fucking man — he cannot always come back from this.”

When he wakes, Frank is unable to move. His body bogged down by exhaustion and pain.

He lays still for a moment, slowly working up the courage to get up and assess the damage. He listens to the familiar clicking of David's keyboard for a while before glancing across the room.

The view of David's computer monitors is blocked. While he was asleep, the room has rearranged. David's bed is pushed to a different corner in the room. In its place is a chair that currently holds a sleeping Morgan.

It has been nearly a year since Frank last saw her — at least this close. The chaos of the last few weeks has hindered Frank from checking up on Morgan — from a distance of course. In that time, she has cut her hair. Frank's trying to take note of any other changes when her eyes open.  

For a second, neither of them speaks.

"There’s my girl," he smiles. The action itself isn't painful, but the throbbing in his head makes him wince.

Ignoring the pleas from his body to remain still, Frank moves to push back the blanket draped over him.

“Frank — Stop, I need you to stay still.”

Despite the request, Frank is pushing himself up — breath catching in his chest — before Morgan can detangle her limbs from the blanket she is curled under.

Frank attempts to wave her panicked eyes away as he grunts. “Let me get a good look at you first—it's been a while.”

"Yet, you’re still a pain in my ass." Morgan’s eyes roll as she recognizes Frank has every intention of getting up from the bed.

"If not me, who will be?" Frank chuckles, wincing at the tightening of his ribcage.

Giving in to her initial request, Frank relaxes back against the mattress, his eyes closing as he attempts to catch his breath.

His grip is tight as she takes his hand in hers, his face resting against the warmth of her skin as it ghosts over his cheek.

Part of him expects her to say something — remind him of his promise.

"I won't drag you into this shit again."

He's ready to tell her that he's sorry.

Frank knows he's uttered the words countless times. The problem is that he always means it. Maybe that’s what makes it so hard every time he finds himself needing her again.

But for once, Morgan doesn't say anything.

She lets her lips brush against his cheeks, lingering against the bridge of his nose, before finding his. She can tell from the softness of his lips against hers that his body is ready to pull Frank back under.

"Go back to sleep, Frank." Her lips press against his forehead before she stands.

The panic that rushes through his body tries its best to overpower the sleep. His grip tightens around Morgan's fingers as his eyes drift shut.

“Don’t...go anywhere.”

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