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ilyjohnb · 3 years ago

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a/n: I decided to try my hand at a 3+1. I also started posting these on my AO3. FYI, JJ is not abused in this one and it does not follow any of the plot from the show. **gif credit to @ptersparkers**

requester: anon “hiii!! :) could you do “Can I stay here tonight?” with john b please? :)”

summary: to simply put it, your home life sucks. you had managed to hide it from the pogues, until one night when things got really bad and you needed to stay the night at john b’s.

warnings: abuse, child abuse, swearing, slut-shaming

word count: 1997

~~ONE~~

John B was the first one to realize that something wasn’t right with you and your home life. You were all 10, and it was lunchtime. You were all sitting down at the table. John B was on your left. Pope, Kie, and JJ were on the other side in that order.

“I hate school. This place sucks ass.” JJ laughed.

Kie smiled. “At least the food is good.”

“Just barely though!” Pope shouted, making the other four laugh.

“I like school.” You mumbled and slightly frowned. You subconsciously rubbed the bruise on your left forearm that your mom gave you the previous night because you forgot to take the trash out. School was the only place where you didn’t have to worry if your mother was going to be drunk or high out of her mind, and it was the only time where you didn’t have to cook for yourself either.

John B heard you though, and he noticed the bruise when your sleeve moved up from you rubbing your arm. He could see it clear as day, on your forearm there was a nasty purple bruise the size of your hand that wrapped around all the way.

You didn’t notice John B staring, but you did notice the bruise peeking out. You quickly slid your sleeve back down and focused on your mashed potatoes.

~~TWO~~

He never confronted you about that time, he didn’t even know how he would start. He eventually began picking up on your signs that you were nervous. He may not be as smart as Pope, but John B was far from dumb. He noticed how you would tense at even the mention of your mom or home. His next major clue was when you all were 15.

“Hello, Y/n.”

You nervously took a breath, trying to read the situation. “Hi, mom.”

“Guess what you didn’t do? You left here for two days and didn’t even clean the dishes before you left.”

As she stepped closer to you, you could smell the alcohol. “I’m so sorry, I’ll get started right away.”

“Punishment first, girl.”

“Mom, please. I’m sorry it was an accident and it won’t happen again.”

She just smiled evilly. “Nothing to do now or take it. You get it now, or it doubles.”

Your hand began to shake. “Yes, ma’am.”

She walked over and punched you right in the stomach. Your eyes squeezed shut, and you bit on your lip so you could hold in your whimper. She kicked you this time and shoved you to the floor. She punched you one last time in the eye before grabbing you by your hair, using her knee to hold down your right arm.

“Open your eyes. Now, do you remember what you said earlier?”

You nodded, before opening your mouth to speak, a hoarse whisper came out that you barely even recognized to be your voice. “It won’t happen again.”

After that, you washed the dishes, before going to bed. You waited until she left the next morning to sneak out. You had promised the Pogues a day on the boat. It would be John B’s first time to drive it without his dad, Big John, there too. You quickly looked at yourself in the mirror.

A big bruise was prominent on your stomach, another on your eye, and one more on your forearm. You put on the one two-piece bathing suit that you owned with a huge oversized shirt over that. You tied your bandana on your arm to hide that bruise. For your eye, you’d just have to come up with some lie.

You didn’t live that far from JB, so you took a nice walk. It was nice until you got to John B’s. You walked in the door, expecting to see all of your best friends, but the only person was Big John. He was sitting on the chair, so he saw you walk in.

“Y/n! How are you doing?” You loved John B’s dad. He reminded you a lot of Heyward, Pope’s dad. They both adored you, and you and your friends treated them as if they were all your dads.

“I’m doing pretty good.” You smiled, lying.

“Oh yeah?” You nodded. “Then what happened to your eye.”

“You know me, I got into a fight. Where's everyone at?”

“They’re in the boat, waiting for you. See you all when you get back. And for the love of God, don’t let my son kill you all.”

“Yes sir!” You laughed and went out the back door. You quickly stuck your head back in. “See you Pops!”

You started running down the dock, smiling at your friends. “Is that a wild Y/n/n I see?”

“Yes, it is, JJ. I’m a wild spirit who refuses to be tamed.”

He smiled back at you, holding out his hand to help you in the boat. You saw his eyes flick up to your bruised one. He didn’t ask any questions. You went and sat down as John B steered you all into swimmable waters. He put out the anchor, and then everyone didn’t hesitate to throw their shirts off and jump in. All except you and John B.

“Not getting in, Y/n/n?”

“Not feeling it today. You’re not getting in?”

“I went surfing this morning, so I’m a little sore. What happened to your eye?”

“Fight with a kook.”

You looked down at your bandana and noticed that it was becoming loose. You waited until you were certain he looked away before taking it off and refolding it. You were in your own world, trying to match the folds up exactly. He looked over and saw the bruise. He was almost certain that he knew what was happening to you. He thought it was what happened to you at home, but a fight with a kook was extremely possible too. He looked away quickly and didn’t mention it.

~~THREE~~

By this time, he knew. He may not have gotten confirmation with you, but John Booker Routledge knew that his best friend was getting abused by her mom. He knew he’d have to confront you eventually. He wanted to help you get out of that situation.

This time happened six weeks later. He dropped you off at your door with the promise that he’d walk with you in the morning, to take you for breakfast.

“See you in the morning John B.” You don’t know what came over you, but you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. You turned and walked in your front door before he could see the small blush that was creeping up your cheeks.

“So now you’re a slut? Makes sense I only see you hanging out with those three boys. Didn’t I raise you better, Y/n?”

“I’m sorry?” You asked, genuinely confused. Wrong move on your part.

“I think you heard me loud and clear. I saw you kissing that boy, you slut.”

“Mom, no. I swear it was just a friendship thing.” You lied, you did have a crush on John B but your mom didn’t need to know that.

She had enough, shoving you back into the wall. You don’t know what came over you, but you did it. You finally did it. For once in your life, you fought back. You kicked out your leg, knocking her down. She reached over and hit you in the eye, grabbing at your neck. She began to try to choke you, but you brought your leg up to kick her square in the chest. She let you go, the wind knocked out of her.

You took the opportunity and ran. You put your hood up and kept your head down. You didn’t even have to look up, it was like muscle memory at this point. You walked around the house to his window, before knocking.

“Y/n?”

“Hi John B.” You weakly smiled, urgency evident in your voice. “Can I stay here tonight?”

“Yeah of course Y/n/n, come on in.”

He helped you in his window before quietly tiptoeing out of his room. You awkwardly sat down on his bed, and he soon came back with a bag of ice.

“For your eye.” you almost forgot. “I know what happened.”

“Yeah, kooks are vicious at night and-”

“Y/n,” He cut you off. “Stop lying. I dropped you off at your house at 11:30, and you don’t typically go out after that. At least not by yourself. I know you. Just let me help you, me and dad can help get you away from your mom.” He pleaded.

“I came here to stay the night, not be met with false accusations.”

“Are they really false though?” He asked.

You sat there, opening your mouth in search of an answer. He had that look on his face, the same one he made when he won. You didn’t want him to win, at least no right now. You stood up and walked towards the window. Tears were gathering in your eyes. You quickly choked out and answer.

“I’m going to stay at JJ’s. Good night John B. Thank you for the bag of ice.”

He didn’t know why he let you go, but he felt horrible. He was so close to getting the truth out of you, but he was worried if he kept pressing he’d scare you away. He decided he’d wait extra time before asking you again.

~~ + ONE~~

You had finally decided that you had enough. You didn’t want to deal with your mom anymore. 12 years. That’s how long your mother used you as a punching bag. It started after your dad left when you were 4, and you were 16 now. You had waited until your mom drank until she blacked out before you tossed as much stuff that you could into your duffle bag, packing more in your backpack. You tied the laces of your one pair of sneakers together and threw them over your head. You slipped on your flip-flops and left, with your head held high and not looking back.

You texted John B, asking if you could come over. It was 2 am but you were ready to go. As if he could read your mind, John B said you could. You ran faster than you’d ever had. When you got there John B sat with his window open, waiting for you. He took your bag and helped you in the window. You slipped the shoes off your neck and sat down on his window sill.

“You were right.” You told him.

He was holding your face in his, searching for injuries. “About what, bubba?”

“My mom and my home life. How long have you known?”

“I first noticed when we were 10. We were at lunch, you said that you liked school after we were all complaining about it, you had rubbed your arm and your sleeve rolled up and I saw a bruise. Why did you never say anything before? I could’ve helped you get out of there so much sooner.”

You sighed. “I knew it was bad, but I was embarrassed. Do you remember that one day on the boat like a year ago? When I wouldn’t go swimming? It was because my mom beat the absolute shit out of me the night before. And then there was that day I asked to stay the night, I was all sweaty from running and my eye was bruised. It was from my mom, but that was the first day I fought back. I left tonight because of you. Thank you John B.”

You were both staring into each other’s eyes, and he slowly leaned in. You leaned in too, to speed it up. And you kissed. You eventually told the other pogues, your mom got arrested, and you and JB started dating. You finally got out of the home all thanks to John B.

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pxppet · 2 years ago

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Surgery

A short scene based on @my-brothers-corrupted! It was mentioned a few times that Dok once decided Red needed “surgery” during one of his shutdown episodes. I was always curious about that, but now that MBC has ended, here’s my version of what may have happened back then. @beerecordings I hope you enjoy!

For anyone who doesn’t read MBC, Red is Jackie, Doktor is Henrik, and Trick is Chase. Anti is his same old self.

CW: abuse between brothers, lacerations/blood, intense distress, physical confrontation, mental distress, head trauma

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Red awakes to a shuffle nearby. He stirs just slightly, heavy eyes opening. It’s pitch dark out, at least two in the morning, he guesses. As he’s considering checking on the twins, he feels something sharp enter his skin. A needle? Someone’s come to take us! Trying to knock me out! Where’s Anti!

Red is up like a shot, punching and flailing. His raspy, sleepy battle cry is met with a familiar shout that shocks him into calm; hand having connected with his assailant’s nose.

“Dok,” he breathes, eyeing up his younger brother who is cowering back with a hand pressed to his now bleeding nose. “What were you even…” Red trails off as he registers the now shattered, yet empty syringe on the floor, and the glint of silver in Doktor’s hand in the moonlight. “Doktor. What-“

“Surgery, I am- I am in surgery. Bad things, bad things in your belly Jackie. Let me- let the good doctor cut it out. Come, come, lie still for me, lie still- yes, yes.” Dok is staring at him with huge, glossy eyes behind crooked glasses, and an empty grin. Fuck, he’s out of it again. Red needs to be careful.

“Dok,” he speaks with a warning tone. “Go lay down. You aren’t in surgery. Go back to Trick.”

“Who?” Henrik’s face furrows up slightly, just slightly. “JB, lay still, something bad in stummy, tumor or- or growth, yes. Yes, a growth. I am good doctor, I help. I fix!” And then, not at all gently, Henrik attacks.

Red roars, both in fear and anger, as Doktor lunges at him with the scalpel aimed at his stomach. Red grabs his hands and twists them away, not wanting to hurt him if he can help it. He’s shouting now, trying to be heard over his little brother’s babbling. “Doktor, Doktor, Doktor! Stop it, get that away, stop it, I gave you an order! Stop!” His voice gets louder, more desperate, as they tussle, Henrik possessing a strength that Red has never seen anywhere but a chain’s length away, many resets ago. Henrik snarls, jabbing again with venom at Red’s stomach. The scalpel slips past his brother’s block and slices into his skin, immediately shooting rivulets of blood all over the dark green shirt he wears. Red shouts, a mix of a whimper and rage, grabbing Henrik’s arms roughly and tossing him a full two feet away, crashing into a left behind parlor table in this abandoned house Anti’s set them up in.

They stare at each other, panting, panting, breathing. Bleeding.

Threat put off of him, Red gasps and shudders as he feels the sticky, horrible sensation of deep red blood covering his entire stomach and crotch. He quickly tries to put pressure on the gash in himself, but his hands are already shaking. Still in fear of the person who is supposed to deal with this issue, Red just stares with wide eyes at his brother.

Dok is laying on the floor where he landed, wheezing, curled up small and tight. He is muttering to himself, names that he is not supposed to know anymore. “Chase, where is Chase? Jackie, Jackie let me h-help…” He begins to slur on his words, half sobbing.

Red can only pray that Anti cares enough to not punish him for this. Then, he screams for his little brother.

Anti is upon them in moments, a bright flash of pixels and oil as he forms, dog’s teeth in his mouth, clearly ready for a threat to his family. Red can’t help a fond smile in the face of his power, even as more and more blood pours from him. Shit, did it get down past the fat?

“Master…” He sits up and tries to get to his knees, but stumbles forward and lands on his side. “Ow ow ow. Anti, help, Dok- He’s out of it, he- he stabbed me but it’s not his fault. I just need… n-need… ow ow…”

Anti, for his part, stands still in his place, teeth returning to normal, a bit dumbfounded. He pinches his brow as he looks down, annoyed, at one puppet lost in his head and the other near bleeding out. He glitches and is beside his Red, laying him back down on his sleeping bag, pressing Red’s hands onto his wound harder, guiding him as always.

He turns his fury to Doktor.

“No, Anti, it’s not his fault, it’s okay, I just need stitches and it’s fine, he’s just scared and stuck in his-“

“Shut your mouth, Red.”

Red obeys, eyes flickering with panic, but otherwise showing no emotion.

Anti steps in front of Henrik, leaning down on one knee beside his curled-up form. He grips Doktor’s hair, lifting his eyes to meet his. Henrik’s eyes are still glazed over, and they blink at Anti in confusion.

“Schlangengift…” he says under his breath, then lowers his eyes and giggles wildly.

“Broken fucking toy,” Anti hisses, and if you listen close you could hear an edge of fear at his medic being out of commission. He drops him harshly to the floor. In a flash of wavering lights, Anti grabs the emergency first aid kit and moves quickly back to Red. Red’s teeth are grit, hands shaking and face going pale far too quickly for Anti’s liking. Anti tuts, and shoves away the ruined green shirt.

“Don’t touch my-“

“I know. I know you all better than anything else in this world, Red.” Anti lightly rubs numbing gel around the scalpel wound, and begins readying the suture needle.

“Oh, Anti, no, no needles I-“

“Would you rather fucking bleed out, Red?”

“No, sorry master. Sorry.”

Anti sighs through his nose. “Don’t look. You won’t feel more than pinching. If you scream again so fucking help me, Red.”

Red grits his teeth and keeps the pain and hurt off his face in front of his master. Anti is fuzzy at the edges, eyes deep black and throat pouring against his shirt in his fury and annoyance. He stitches up his dog, too tight and too quick. It’ll need to be redone when Dok comes back to them. Whatever.

“There. Bandage yourself, Red. I’ll get you a soda and protein tomorrow-” Anti’s eyes go even deeper black, Red’s glazing over with a shiver as they meet his. “If you shut. The fuck. Up. While I punish your brother.” Red nods, his eyebrows drawing together. Yes master, anything master, of course master, you are snake and I am a mouse, I will always listen to you.

Red slumps down onto his sleeping bag, dazed. Anti stands slowly, and stalks over to Henrik. He grabs him by the collar and lifts him up, twisting his wrist until he drops the scalpel he’d been clutching.

“I give you everything you could want! I gave you privilege, the right to care for your brothers, and this is how you repay me! This is your idea of being a good boy? This is your idea of playing it nice, Henrik? Waiting for the right time to pop out here and kill one of my puppets, my dogs, my pets!” Henrik only groans, eyes clearing just enough to fill with fear, gripping at Anti’s hands.

Anti throws him against the wall, then grips his hair and slams his head into the green drywall once, twice, three times. The dent left behind has a faint bloodstain as Doktor sinks to the ground, holding his skull. Anti kicks him in the gut, then in the head when he falls over himself.

“Master, master, bitte! What did I do, oh, oh no not this, what did I do!”

Anti gives Doktor a rude awakening from his shutdown for at least 15 minutes. Red counted. But he stayed silent. He lay still, feeling the blood seep around his stitches into bandages, and he is silent. When Anti gives him permission, Red helps Doktor limp, crying, back to his room with Trick. Trick is cowering under his blankets when they enter, but quickly darts out and grabs onto his twin. He stares at Jackie’s bare chest and bandages.

“He had- had an episode-? He- did he do that?!“

“Make sure it doesn’t happen again,” is all Red says. “It’s your duty as his twin. Make sure it does not happen again.”

Dok cries through the entire night, bruised and aching, concussed and full of guilt. Trick does his job. He holds him tight, reassures him that in spite of this, in spite of it all, he is a good doctor. ”You just wanted to help. You were t-trying to help him. Deutsch, you’re good. You are good.” All through the night he reassures and holds him. He will make sure it doesn’t happen again.

Red is alone in the foyer, with nothing to do but lay silent and bleed, listening to the muffled sobbing through the walls. Before drifting back to sleep, he looks down the hall towards the twins’ room. “I forgive you,” he whispers softly. Words he would never say to his younger brother’s face, but he feels in him, somehow, that Doktor deserves forgiveness from at least one of his victims.

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ghostiewriter · 4 years ago

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chapter one | tale of a slightly unstable teen hero

Summary: JJ is starting to gain recognition around New York as the new hero in town. However, some complications arise with his new chemistry partner. Oh, and turns out he isn’t the only bloke around here with powers.

Warnings: John B is a simp, I feel like that needs a warning tbh. Umm there’s a lot of swearing (I’m Scottish, don’t judge), again some violence and fighting, also some cute ass moments between JJ and his mum so enjoy that

Word Count: 8.1K

A/N: Sooo there’s finally some Jiara in this chapter!! Hope you enjoy👀and I’m not responsible for any feels caused by JJ and Georgia Maybank!!

masterlist // taglist // ao3

“Spider-Man does it again! Report of our favourite web-slinging hero saving the day once again after a fatal accident left an apartment complex on the corner of 5th and 36th street in flames. The teen hero arrived at the scene not long after the distress call was made to the local fire department and managed to rescue over twelve people that were trapped on the top floor. New York thanks Spider-Man once again.”

JJ grinned as he leaned back in his seat, sparing a smug look towards John B in the driver’s seat. JJ didn’t usually carpool with John B but it was getting colder and his extra-curricular activities were wearing him exhausted by morning. Plus, the last time JJ skated to school when he was half asleep, Pope had to pull him out of a trash can. Turns out raccoons can be very territorial and did not appreciate the blond taking a small visit into their home. He was pretty sure he still had scars on his back from some of those little bastards.

“Three weeks on the job and you already have a little fanbase,” John B commented, reaching over to turn the radio down a little since the reporter moved onto some irrelevant news neither of the boys cared about. “Soon you’ll have a swarm of fangirls chasing after you while you fight crime.”

“Don’t be jealous, JB,” JJ grinned, both arms behind his head as he looked at the passing view. “I’m sure one of my groupies will slum it down for you.” He teased, only laughing when he felt the flick on his forehead.

As much as he hated to admit it, JJ had seriously enjoyed the past three weeks. They were intense, impulsive and unpredictable. Just how JJ liked his life to be. It wasn’t easy at first though, it took a good few attempts before the people of New York actually labelled him as a hero. Maybe it was because he was some young bloke who popped out of nowhere with abilities that no could really understand. Or maybe it was because he was going around in a red ski mask, blue shirt, a red vest with an awfully drawn spider on it and some blue joggers. He looked like a right on idiot, especially with the chunky goggles Pope added to his costume. But if it kept his identity secret, then so be it. The last thing JJ wanted was a bunch of journalists swarming his apartment, especially since he wanted to keep this whole alter ego away from his parents. In fact, he wanted to keep it away from anyone who wasn’t John B or Pope.

It was safer that way.

“At least that’s one more that Pope.” John B said nonchalantly.

“As if, dude!” JJ scoffed, grinning at the distressed—and fairly high pitched—‘WHAT’ that came from the brunette. “Oh, c’mon, Pope created a whole ass bat signal for me! You just sit there and look pretty! Pope gets at least two groupies.” He said with a shrug.

It was true. JJ knew Pope was smart, but this was next level. After realising that JJ wasn’t getting the recognition he needed to be labelled a ‘superhero’, Pope had come up with the ingenuous idea to infiltrate the police radio stations. Not only did they have full access to updates on crimes around the city, but Pope even felt a little fancy and made it so JJ would get a notification sent to his phone the second there was a job for Spider-Man. That boy was way too smart for his own good, but JJ was grateful for it.

“Aw, you think I’m pretty?” John B asked with a teasing grin.

“Yeah,” JJ smiled, reaching to place his hand on John B’s shoulder with a squeeze. “Pretty fucking ugly.”

John B’s smile instantly dropped as he scowled at JJ, who was happily snickering at the sudden change in mood. “Whatever, Spider-boy.”

“Yikes, low blow.”

The rest of the journey was spent in a similar vibe, except with JJ checking his phone every five minutes. He couldn’t help it, but the past three weeks had been some of the most exciting in his life. JJ had been labelled the troublemaker his whole life, the one that was throwing pencils into Mrs Ramirez’s curls because they looked like little hoops. Or even just doing his damn best to avoid the work he was given. It was a force of habit. JJ’s brain was running at a million miles a second. Nothing could hold him down, keep him entertained for longer than thirty minutes at most. And his teachers had constantly reminded him that his impulsive nature and high energy would lead him nowhere good in life.

All JJ had to say to them now was a massive ‘FUCK YOU!’ because how wrong they were. It was those qualities that made JJ the perfect hero. He could react quick to a sudden change, he was always on his feet, he had found something that not only could he channel all his energy into—but he was damn good at it as well. John B and Pope had warned him that it was best to keep himself humble, to not get too arrogant. But who was he kidding? JJ made a pretty fucking bomb superhero and everyone loved him. It seemed like he deserved to feel arrogant, to soak in his time in the spotlight. He enjoyed every single second.

So, can you really blame JJ for checking his phone, wanting an excuse to put that mask on and do the one thing he is good at? Except for skateboarding. Everyone knew JJ was the best skater in Queens.

Unfortunately, there was no sudden crimes that JJ could use as excuse to ditch school. A true tragedy, if you asked him. It seems like he will just have to suffer through another day of learning things that either happened way too long ago, didn’t make sense to him or he just truly didn’t care about. Which just happened to be basically every subject—excluding wood-shop. Except he was taken out of the class because apparently making mini bongs for birds is not okay. Who would’ve thought.

“I don’t see what the issue is—it’s a fool-proof plan!” John B argued as the two boys made their way through the corridors of Midtown High. Only stopping once they reached John B’s locker where he exchanged his books and JJ checked out the hallway for anything that caught his eye.

“Bro, you have a ten-year plan to end up with Sarah Cameron,” JJ stated bluntly. “And even then, you end up as her second husband—“

“No one can prove what happened to the first.”

“It’s fucking sad, JB.”

“It’s a solid plan.” John B stated simply and shrugged his shoulders, deciding to ignore JJ as he rolled his eyes, muttering something about John B being a ‘hopeless fool’. John B only grinned wider and glanced at his watch before whispering a small ‘shit’ to himself. “I gotta go, see you at lunch.” And with that, John B was zooming his way down the corridor.

“You know it’s really creepy that you plan when you bump into her!” JJ called down the corridor, but he doubted John B heard him. “Like really fucking creepy…like restraining order level creepy!

Once he noticed John B’s head turn the corner, undoubtedly on his way to ‘coincidentally’ bump into Sarah Cameron, JJ calmly made his way to his first period class, not in a big rush to get there.

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You see, after the incident in wood shop and many others after that, the school had taken the decision to move JJ into a class they deemed more valuable of his time. Chemistry. Stick the ADHD kid in a room full of chemicals…seemed about right. However, JJ was being transferred half way through the term with absolutely no knowledge in chemistry other than how to make a Molotov cocktail. Therefore, he didn’t really see an issue in showing up to a class he was already hopeless in. His teacher disagreed.

“Mr Maybank, it’s nice of you to finally join us.” Mr Marino—a middle-aged bald man who had looked as though he had been through one too many divorces and contained most of his knowledge in the form of his beer belly—commented as JJ entered the class.

“Oh, you wouldn’t believe what happened to me!” JJ sighed dramatically.

“Let me guess: your alarm didn’t go off.”

“It was my pet monkey, sir. Has a mind of its own.”

“Your pet monkey?”

“Yup, his name is JB. Nasty wee guy but I keep him around, he’s a good laugh. Could do with a shower though.”

“Take a seat, Maybank.”

“I can feel the love.” JJ grinned before he turned to look at the class. It was set up with eight workbenches, two seats at each. His eyes scanned over each one before he caught an empty seat at the back-left workbench, the only empty seat—and just his luck it was next to the curly haired beauty for the trip.

JJ was starting to think he might actually enjoy this class.

“We just keep meeting, sweetheart. I think it’s a sign.” JJ whispered to her as he took his seat next to her, definitely sitting a little closer than he had to. He tried not to smirk when he noticed her subtly moving away from him. JJ always loved a challenge.

“Or a punishment.” She replied bluntly, not even sparing JJ a glance.

“Aw, is this how it’s going to be for the rest of the year, princess?” JJ muttered with a pout. He tried not to smile when she finally turned to look at him.

“Rafe got a concussion.” She hissed.

“So?” JJ frowned.

“So? You caused it!”

“And I should care because?”

“He is banned from the football team for six weeks!”

JJ stared at her blankly. “And…?”

“He is the captain!”

“Boohoo, they’ll survive without him.” JJ shrugged, leaning back in his stool as he flashed her one of his usual girl-charming smiles. “But hey, if you’re really stressed out about it, I’m sure I can help you find a way to relax.”

“You’re a pig.” She stated with a small huff, stubbornly turning to face the front, planning to not even give him the chance to redeem himself. Trust me when I say Kiara is an open person, always there to give people a second chance. But JJ Maybank was not one of those people. In the three times she had met him, he had been nothing but a shameless flirt who had no care for the world beyond his sex life. She could be judging him too quickly, but in her defence, he hadn’t given her anything else to work with.

However, Kiara assumed her behaviour was clear enough that she didn’t want to talk to him, that she could gladly go the rest of the year without willingly speaking to him. But this is JJ. Hyperactive, unable to sit still JJ. He didn’t get the hint.

“So, do anything interesting this weekend?” JJ asked her, that classic smirk of his on his lips. But she didn’t answer him. Instead, she kept her gaze on Mr Marino and his oh-so interesting talk on bond orbitals within an atom.

JJ raised his eyebrows when he received no reply from her. “Giving me the silent treatment now? That’s a bit rude.” He commented.

“So is giving someone a concussion.” She stated.

“Do you want to know what I did?” JJ asked.

“No.”

“Geez, princess, no one ever taught you manners?” He teased, taking the pen he was spinning between his fingers to gently poke her arm. She only huffed and moved her seat further away.

“Okay, alright, fine! I get it…” JJ trailed off, and Kiara couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. But she spoke to soon. She heard the scrape of a chair and suddenly she could feel the warmth of JJ right beside her, their elbows just touching.

“Is there an issue, Mr Maybank?” She heard Mr Marino call out but the boy next to her just shook his head, that mischievous glint shining in his eyes.

“No, please carry on, Alan.” The blond replied, his fingers tapping against the worktop counter.

Kiara sighed. She knew very well that she could put her hand up and complain, or even ask Mr Marino to change seats after class ended. But she was stubborn, and she would be damned if she gave JJ that satisfaction of knowing that he got under her skin.

This was going to be a long year.

**********

“She called me JB! That basically takes three years off my plan!”

“Dude, I don’t know if this is really sad or creepy now…” JJ grimaced. He had spent the last fifteen minutes listening to John B and his ‘coincidental’ encounter with Sarah Cameron. And if he was being honest, he was concerned for his friend. And his stomach…this boy needed to let JJ eat his lunch before he had to hear one more comment about how ‘yellow is totally her colour’.

“I mean, it just compliments her complexion so well! C’mon, how many people do you know that can pull of yellow and not looked totally washed out!” John B argued. But JJ just met him with a blank stare.

“When the fuck did you become a fashion expert?” JJ spoke up, his nose scrunched in confusion.

“I took a class once.”

JJ looked at him with his mouth agape. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Piss off, I wanted to learn how to dress better.”

“Says the guy that wears horrible thrifted Hawaiian shirts.” JJ deadpanned. John B only rolled his eyes and turned his attention back onto Sarah.

JJ followed his line of sight towards Sarah Cameron and her group, and he was shocked at the sight. He noticed the usual people in their uptown outfits and obnoxious laughs he could unfortunately hear from his seat. But it was the sight of his chemistry partner looking quite cosy under Rafe’s arm that caught him off-guard. His eyebrows furrowed a little, but hey, JJ should have seen this coming. The uptown kids like to stick with each other. Yet, JJ couldn’t help but find the sight quite uncomfortable to look at—Rafe had that effect on people. It was a surprise he managed to score…JJ paused. He had spent a whole hour with her and yet, he didn’t even know her name.

He nudged John B, yet neither one of them looked away from the group. “Hey JB, who’s Sarah’s new chick?”

“Who?”

“The pretty curly haired one standing next to her, dumbass.”

“Oh…I don’t actually know—“

“—Kiara Carrera. Relocated here from Kernersville, North Carolina. Her father owns a large chain of restaurants around the country. She is also the only junior other than yours truly doing three AP classes, including environmental science, biology and English.” Pope finished, panting a little considering he had literally just ran into the cafeteria and heard the last few words of their conversation.

JJ looked up at Pope with a mix of awe and fear. “What, you forgot her national insurance number as well? How the fuck do you know all that?”

“The school files.” Pope answered easily as he turned his laptop around and with the screen facing them, JJ decided he was definitely a little scared of Pope.

“Those are meant to be locked away in some super, secret network thing!” JJ hissed, only to be met with a smirking Pope.

“As if, it’s easy as fuck to hack something as amateur as the school’s firewall. Could do it with my eyes closed.” He grinned at the two of them. “Why, JJ? Hiding something from us like…I don’t know…your middle name being Belinda.” He snickered.

“YOUR NAME IS BELINDA?!” John B gasped, looking at JJ with wide eyes.

“Shut up, would you!” JJ hissed at the both of them, leaning over the table to flick John B on the forehead. “I was named after my grandmother.”

“Aww, Grammie Belinda.” John B cooed. JJ only glared at him.

“Hey, Grammie Belinda was a saint, don’t disrespect her like that.” JJ huffed, pointing a finger towards John B. He then turned to Pope who had made himself comfortable in the seat next to him.

“Why were you asking about Kiara?” Pope asked JJ, snatching a few chips from his plate. JJ swatted his hand away but didn’t stop Pope from doing it again. “Does JJ have a little crush?” He teased, pouting a little.

“Piss off,” JJ laughed as he nudged Pope with his shoulder. “She’s just my chemistry partner.”

“Ooh, so you guys have chemistry together?” John B grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Fuck off, JB. Go back to stalking your little uptown princess.” JJ commented, returning the grin as both friends shook their head. They both knew the other meant no harm.

“Well, if you two little lovebirds are done having your moment,” Pope piped up, both boys looking over at him. “I need you to meet me on your rooftop at nine sharp tonight.”

“Damn, Pope, finally taking me out?”

“You wish, Spider-Boy,” He grinned, but the look he was giving made JJ a little nervous for what Pope had hidden up his sleeve. It could honestly range from a pet raccoon he befriended to creating some weird Frankenstein bug. “Just be there.”

John B pouted. “What about me?! Is this where I become the third-wheel?”

**********

“Mama?”

“In here!”

JJ dropped his bag by the couch as he made his way to the kitchen, the soft sound of the click telling him the door shut behind him. He sniffed the air as he walked in, seeing his mum at the stove and grinned a little, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“What’s for dinner?” He asked, peeking over her shoulder.

“Spaghetti,” She hummed, a soft smile on her lips as she peeked a glance at her son. “How was school?”

“The usual,” He answered with a shrug as he made his way to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water before heading towards his usual spot on the counter. “Teachers still don’t appreciate my comments, Pope said smart things I didn’t understand and JB was a love-sick puppy.”

She grinned, shaking her head a little. “I find John B’s attempts to woo that girl quite admirable actually,” She commented. “It wouldn’t kill you to be a hopeless romantic every once in a while.” Yet, she only laughed when she saw JJ’s face scrunch up in disgust.

Despite JJ’s reputation for being an adrenaline junkie who loves to live life on the edge, these were actually his favourite moments. The little moments he shared with his mum, just the two of them. It is one of the few moments in his life where he feels relaxed, no expectations or pressures. And as sappy as it sounded—and no offence to John B and Pope—but JJ wasn’t ashamed to admit that she was one of his best friends, one of the few people in his life he truly cared about. People like her are the reason he enjoys being Spider-Man, because despite the shit people in the world, there were some genuinely good people out there, like Georgia Maybank.

It was hard to believe JJ and Georgia Maybank were related. She was a sweetheart, the type of woman who would take time out of her own life to volunteer at local food shelters despite having just done a twelve-hour shift at the hospital. She is the type of woman to buy flowers and hand them to strangers on the street just to brighten someone’s day. She is the type of woman who would work her ass off to give her son all that she could, despite the struggles she faced with the bills and rent because her son was her life. She was the opposite of JJ’s hyperactive self.

But boy, did they look very similar. From the sandy blonde hair the two of them shared, to the bright blue eyes, to even the exact same smile. JJ really was a carbon copy of his mother. And there was a small part of her, one she would never outwardly admit, that adored the fact JJ looked so much like her. Like a primal mother instinct, she loved her son and she loved that everyone knew he was her son. She would be damned if someone ever asked her to hide that.

Georgia was the type of mother that had that warm aura around her, the one that made you just trust her with your life. The hugs she gives just makes you want to stay in her arms forever, because everything is just better with Georgia Maybank. JJ knew that and he always reminded himself of that. No matter what shit he gets into, no matter how much he may envy the uptown kids—none of them will ever have Georgia Maybank and he would gladly flaunt that.

He may not have designer clothes or a fancy car to drive to school. But they don’t have Georgia Maybank, dancing around barefoot in the kitchen while she badly sings along to some old 80s song that is playing on the radio, just to make him crack a smile.

JJ grinned as his mother grabbed his hand, pulling off the counter before they jokingly began to waltz around the small kitchen, some classical song playing from the small radio that sat on the counter by the stove. JJ only laughed as he apologized for stepping on her toes again, but she didn’t mind. She just smiled and continued to dance.

“Why do I have to do this? I’m starving, woman!” He whined playfully as he twirled his mum around a few times.

“Because, JJ, one day you’re going to have a beautiful girl—or boy, I won’t assume—that will somehow fall for that charm of yours,” She spoke softly, placing a hand on her son’s cheek, a proud glint in her eyes when he rolled his eyes at her statement but still had a small smile on his face. “And I will be damned if I don’t teach my son how to sweep a girl off her feet.”

“Nothing says romantic like stepping on a girl’s toes.” He stated bluntly.

Georgia only laughed and ruffled his hair before she turned back to the stove. She grabbed two plates, putting in a larger portion for JJ—which with his new transformation wouldn’t actually be enough but he will sneak out during the night to eat the leftovers when she’s asleep—before placing them on the small dining table in the corner, gesturing for him to join her.

The rest of the dinner was fairly uneventful, simply just JJ telling her about John B’s updated seven-year plan with Sarah Cameron and Georgia sharing any particularly interesting stories about patients she had to deal with during her shift. JJ really let this dinner sink in. As much as he loved his mother, her inability to say ‘no’ and be so giving kind of bothered him. Because she had taken up extra shifts for a few of her colleagues due to something about the ‘stress of wedding planning’. JJ had been seeing her less and less—and though it was good for his recent Spider-Man shenanigans—this dinner made him realise just how much he missed her. Just a nice, wee dinner with his mum, nothing else. And everything seemed to be going well, until he heard the radio presenter’s voice flowing through the kitchen.

“Locals say that Spider-Man is the next best thing to happen to New York since deep-fried pizza! But I don’t know, Janet. I mean, who is this kid? Where did he come from? There just seems to be a lot of unanswered questions with this so-called hero. Can we really trust some prepubescent boy who probably spends his day with his head in a textbook? It just doesn’t seem—“

The radio presenter was cut off by Georgia turning the volume down. “People can’t appreciate a good gesture anymore.” She huffed. JJ watched her closely as she finished off washing the last of the dishes before turning to face him, a small frown on her lips.

“I think he’s doing the city a favour.” JJ said half-heartedly with a shrug.

Georgia nodded, her fingers gently fiddling with chain around her neck, well more specifically the gold ring attached to it. “I know but,” She sighed. “What a shame, putting all this pressure on a poor teenage boy. Oh, I feel bad for his parents!”

JJ coughed a little. “It could be his decision, you know.”

Georgia continued as though she hadn’t heard him. “I could only imagine how stressful it would be have your son out there, throwing himself at danger.” She shook her head as she made her way to where JJ still sat at the dining table. “Promise me you wouldn’t do something so careless?” She asked sweetly, gently cupping his face in her hands as she looked down at him.

Now, JJ knew there was a teasing tone to her words. She wasn’t being serious because, how could she? Her son being a superhero with crazy powers? Not possible. She and JJ shared everything and it was because of that he couldn’t help but feel a wave of guilt wash over him. He hated lying to his mum, he hated keeping secrets from her. They were always close, JJ never felt the need to hide things from her. There was always such a comfortable vibe between them. But he knew how she would react if he told her the truth. He knew she would freak out and make him stop. And JJ didn’t want to stop. As much as he hated the guilt that bubbled inside him, he pushed it away and gave her a grin.

“Of course not, I would come up with a better name than Spider-Man.” He joked lightly and closed his eyes when he felt his mum press a kiss to his forehead. He nuzzled his head slightly as he wrapped his arms around her, resting his head against her stomach. He smiled softly when he felt her hands running through his hair, just like the way she used to do when he was younger and struggling to fall asleep. He tried to hold back a yawn.

“That’s my baby boy.” She said with a gentle laugh.

“Mama, I’m a not a baby! I’m a man now.” He whined but he didn’t pull away from her grip just yet. He missed his mum’s hugs, sue him.

“You’ll always be my baby boy.” She commented with a small shrug.

“Yeah, yeah,” He murmured. After a few moments of silence, he looked up at her, giving the best puppy-dog eyes he could. She was always a sucker for those. “Can I go hang out with JB and Pope tonight?” He asked with a sweet smile.

She rolled her eyes but nodded. “Just be back before your father gets home.”

**********

JJ rubbed his hands together as he stared at the view from the roof. New York looked absolutely stunning this time of year, especially at night. The sky was pitch black, and it should’ve seemed daunting. But the bright lights of the city illuminated everything. It was mesmerising, a sight that JJ would never get tired of seeing. And with his newly discovered powers, he found something therapeutic about swinging around the city and being surrounded those bright lights. It felt like he was swinging through the stars—he obviously didn’t share that with the boys, they would take the piss out of him. Speaking of which…

“Where the fuck is he?” JJ hissed, turning to look at John B who only shrugged in response. As much as JJ liked New York at night, it was cold. The lower body temperature caused by the spider bite really didn’t help the situation. He had a hoodie and a jacket on and still the light breeze was making his teeth chatter.

“I don’t know.” John B shrugged. JJ rolled his eyes in annoyance. It was 9:15pm and JJ was about five minutes away from freezing to death.

Just then, the rooftop door opened and a wild Pope was sprinting towards then, panting heavily as he ripped his backpack off and quickly unzipped it. Words were leaving his lips but between the panting, neither of them could work out what he was saying.

“Dude, calm down, breathe!” John B exclaimed. Pope nodded and took a minute to catch himself.

“Your lives are gonna change forever!” He grinned before looking at JJ. “Strip.”

JJ raised his eyebrows. “What?”

“Strip.”

“Dude, it’s like fifty fucking degrees, I am not gonna fucking strip!”

“Stop whining and do it!”

JJ huffed and started to take his clothes off, muttering some very…colourful phrases towards Pope. However, he didn’t get much time to question his friend’s demands because the second he was stripped down to his boxers, he had a bunch of fabric thrown at him.

“Wait…is this…?” He trailed off, looking at Pope with a new look of excitement shining in his eyes.

“You bet,” Pope grinned. “Say hello to your brand-new suit, Spider-Man.”

JJ excitedly began to pull the suit on, suddenly forgetting all about his theatrics with the cold. But Pope wasn’t done with his surprise.

“The suit is a total upgrade!” He began, his hands moving wildly as he spoke. “The fabric is strong but flexible. I have added small web-shooters to go over your spinneret glands so you can have a more direct shots. There are a few extra things I’ve added like a small heater to keep you warm and a few sensors, so we can keep track of your vitals. Oh, and for us—” He paused before handing John B a silver bracelet.

John B looked at the bracelet in confusion. “Uh, thanks?”

Pope only grinned and showed John B that he was wearing a similar bracelet. He slipped it off before unclipping a small oval shaped device from the middle of the bracelet. “This is the coolest part,” He nodded for John B to copy his movements. “To be honest, these took the longest. I had JJ’s suit done like two weeks ago but—”

“And you made me wait this long? Dude, I looked like a weirdo running around in joggers!” JJ groaned, but there was no real hostility in his voice.

“Just put on your mask, dude!”

JJ rolled his eyes but didn’t answer as he slipped the mask over his face. He was a bit surprised at how easily he could see through it, way better than the goggles he had before. The suit was a perfect fit—props to Pope after it took an hour to get all of JJ’s measurements. The material was tight and breathable, practically clinging onto JJ like a second skin. Oddly enough, he felt far more comfortable in it than his last costume. Pope clearly liked the colour scheme, having kept the red and blue palette but with a massive spider on his chest, with lines wrapping around him to look like a web. He looked totally badass, he felt badass. He felt like a proper hero from one of those comic books and posters Pope has around his room.

“So, how do I look?” JJ asked, flexing as he gave the boys a little spin. Pope only grinned, proud of his creation. John B gasped, clearly just as hyped as JJ was.

“Dude, your ass looks great.” John B commented, causing JJ to snort.

“When does it not look great?”

“Guys! The last surprise!” Pope piped up, causing both boys to stop staring at JJ’s ass and instead turn to him.

“These little guys,” He said, nodding between the small oval devices in his and John B’s hands. “Are gonna help us keep in contact with you while you’re swinging around. Little ear pieces so we can help you out and keep tabs on you if you need any help.”

“Where’s my bracelet?” JJ frowned beneath the mask.

“You don’t need one, dumbass. Your ear piece is connected into your mask!” Pope grinned proudly. JJ let out a scoff, shaking his head.

“Pope, you fucking genius!” He yelled, and he pulled his friend into a tight hug. John B, feeling a little left out, quickly joined the hug.

“This is so cool, dude, now we are like an actual team!” John B grinned.

Pope was the first to pull back, looking at JJ with a wild look in his eyes. “I think it’s time for Spider-Man to show the city his new look.”

JJ grinned under the mask, already beginning to take a few steps back. “I think you’re right.” And without a second thought, he left himself fall off the edge of the building.

On that October night, New York watched their own hero swing through the streets, letting the cheers and whoops of the strangers sink in. They watched their hero in a new light, a more professional one. The next day, he was no longer that kid running around like some wannabe. He was Spider-Man, the new saviour of New York and a beloved hero.

It was wild what a good new suit could do for your reputation.

**********

“Did you see the pictures The Daily Bugle released?”

“He looked so hot!”

“I’d let him save me any day!”

“You don’t even know what he looks like…”

“So? Have you seen those arms? Nothing else matters!”

JJ couldn’t help but let the smirk on his face grow as he walked through the corridors of the school. It was the day after his new suit reveal and he wasn’t going to lie, he was soaking in all the attention. He was particularly enjoying the twitter thread that was made about his ass. John B didn’t lie, his ass did look good in this new suit.

He continued his way through the sea of students before he made it to his chemistry class, not surprised that people were still talking about Spider-Man. His eyes instantly glanced over at Kiara, who was sitting at their workbench scrolling through her phone.

He grinned as he quickly past the other students and sat quite comfortably in his seat. His eyebrows raised slightly when she didn’t react at first to his appearance. His curiosity got the best of him as he leaned towards her, peeking over her shoulder to see what she was looking at. Now, JJ won’t lie to you, but when he saw her staring at pictures of Spider-Man, his ego definitely inflated a little. Okay, maybe more than a little but you get the point.

“You a fan?” He couldn’t help but ask, trying to keep his smirk to himself.

Kiara quickly snapped her head to look at him, slamming her phone down screen first onto the desk. “Can you mind your business?” She huffed, trying to calm her heartbeat a little. She didn’t even hear him come in, which is odd since usually you could hear JJ from a mile away.

“Aw, c’mon, Kiara! I thought we were besties now.” He grinned to her, wiggling his eyebrows a little. He leaned forward on the desk, bringing him a little closer to her. His forearms were pressed against the desk, his body leaning on them. She noticed how close their hands were. But after yesterday, she refused to left JJ get under her skin again. Or at least let him see how much he is bothering her. So, she stayed where she was, not moving back like he expected.

“You know my name.” It wasn’t a question, more a statement.

“Surprised?” He whispered, smirking a little when he noticed he wasn’t moving away. JJ risked it a little more and moved a bit closer.

“Took you long enough.” She replied with a shrug. JJ’s grin only widened.

“Oh yeah, counting down the days, princess?” He raised an eyebrow. He noticed her lips quirk a little, like she was fighting back a smile.

“You wish, pretty boy.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Shut up.”

“I think someone has a little crush, Kiara.” He grinned at her, only to witness her roll her eyes and push him away.

“In your dreams, Maybank.”

“Oh, you’re definitely in my dreams, Kiara.”

She rolled her eyes again but didn’t bother replying this time. She instead focused her gaze on the front of the class as Mr Marino entered the room, beginning the lesson. But if she had glanced over to the blond sitting on his right, she would’ve seen he was smiling throughout the whole lesson.

**********

“Thank you, dear!”

JJ nodded his head a little in acknowledgement and gave the older woman a small salute. “Always here to help, ma’am.” He said, handing her the small handbag that he had just rescued from the hands of some man who had tried to steal it from her.

“Aw, you’re really starting to win over the senior citizens.”

JJ rolled his eyes when he heard Pope’s voice through his earpiece. “Dude, I think she pinched my ass.”

“Lucky you, older woman, that’s hot.”

“JB, shut up.”

JJ snorted a little at the bickering, extending his arm out before he was swinging between the buildings with no trouble. He had been using any free time he had lately to be out in his suit, getting used to all the cool, extra bits that Pope had added. And he won’t lie, the boy really outdid himself. JJ felt like a total badass, being able to swing around and save people and feel like a real hero. He also enjoyed the change in attitude people had with him. He was Spider-Man, the city hero. He was appreciated. He was wanted. Not something JJ felt very often.

“Anything happening around town?” JJ asked, his eyes scanning the streets below, waiting to see any conflict. He couldn’t help but feel as though there was a part of him that was on edge. He couldn’t really explain it, it was like a bad shiver down his spine. It was a similar feeling he felt before that bank robbery fiasco a few weeks ago. It was a nasty wee feeling, one that had him on alert. Something was wrong, he didn’t know what. But he could sense it.

“Nah, everything seems to be fine. Maybe you should take a break, you’ve been swinging around for, like, three hours. You need to rest, dude.”

“What?” JJ muttered, so quiet that the boys on the other side barely heard him. That couldn’t be right, he can feel it. Something isn’t right, something bad is going to happen. “Guys, are you—”

He was cut off by a series of screams.

JJ’s body was reacting way before his brain did, like his hero side just leaped into action at the alert of any distress. He was swinging as fast as he could, his arms burning a little as he got closer and closer to the sound of those screams. He could hear his blood pumping in his ears, could feel his heart rate pick up. The adrenaline coursing through him, making him forget about the burning in his muscles from the three hours of patrolling he had done.

“That’s fucking weird, there is no police reports coming through.”

JJ ignored the voices coming through the earpiece, his whole body feeling rigid as he crouched on top of a building, looking at the carnage below. There, in the middle of the square stood what looked like a moving black cloud. Civilians were screaming and running away, but the black cloud just remained. His eyes narrowed slightly, like he was waiting for it to do something, to lash out. But it didn’t. He opened his mouth, ready to ask Pope if he was just imagining something when he heard the black cloud speak.

“Spider-Man, oh Spider-Man! Come out, come out wherever you are!” It spoke in a raspy, demonic voice. Whatever this way, it wasn’t human. JJ may have failed biology, but he knew that for sure.

“JJ, don’t. We are have no idea what this thing is. It could be a trap—”

“I got this, Pope.” JJ muttered, ignoring his friends’ pleas to think this through as he swung down, landing a couple of feet away from the black cloud. “You called?”

Suddenly, in the middle of the cloud, JJ swore he could see lips begin to materialise. He frowned beneath the mask but didn’t move away. His fist was clenched at the side, ready to react if the cloud tried anything.

“Ah, we finally meet, Spider-Man.” The cloud spoke again. The voice sent shivers down his spine. JJ pushed away that feeling of discomfort. Something about the cloud felt familiar, but he couldn’t tell what. It was like an annoying itch he couldn’t reach.

“Am I supposed to know who you are?” JJ questioned. “Look, dude, if you’re a fan, I appreciate it, but you don’t need to scare away a whole block of people to get my attention. You can just ask for an autograph like everyone else.”

“JJ stop provoking it!”

“You’ll know me soon enough.” The voice replied ambiguously. JJ furrowed his eyebrows together. Whatever this cloud was, it was being far too vague for JJ’s liking.

“PEOPLE OF NEW YORK, I SPEAK OUT TO YOU!”

JJ winced, clutching his ears. His body was on high-alert, his ears sensitive to pick out any small noise or rustle. He looked at the cloud and then at his surroundings, noticing how every screen—every phone, every billboard, every electrical compliance in this vicinity that he could see—was projecting the black cloud. It was broadcasting to the whole city. JJ couldn’t help but wonder where the fuck the hidden camera was. How was it doing this?

“YOU LABEL THIS KID AS YOUR HERO! YOU TRUST THIS CHILD WITH YOUR LIVES! YOU ARE FOOLISH!” The voice boomed, suddenly the black cloud began to form tentacles that were slithering from whatever was at the centre of it. “LET ME SHOW YOU THE TRUTH! LET ME SHOW YOU WHO YOU HAVE TO PROTECT YOU!”

JJ was a little too distracted by the concept of a cloud broadcasting to the city that he didn’t even notice one of the tentacles slithering towards him. It wrapped itself around his leg before swinging him into the nearest building.

JJ let out a small oomph as his body made contact with the brick wall. He could hear yelling in the distance, the sounds of people screaming. But nothing was overpowering the ringing in his ears as he slowly dragged himself to stand up.

“JJ, GET UP! JJ!”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” He muttered, blinking a few times before he turned back to look at the cloud. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise and quickly rolled over to the side, the tentacle that threw him smashing into the wall not even a second later. That rush of adrenaline hitting JJ again as he quickly swung out of there, not even looking behind him until he knew he was a good distance away to assess the situation.

“IS THIS WHO YOU WANT PROTECTING YOU? A COWARDLY TEENAGER? C’MON, SPIDER-MAN! LET’S SEE WHAT YOU’VE GOT!”

JJ swore under his breath, trying to catch up with his thoughts as he watched more tentacles appear from the cloud. “Where the fuck are they coming from?” He muttered before swinging down to a lower building rooftop, crouching at the edge. He narrowed his eyes as he extended his hand out, shooting a web towards the centre of the cloud. There had to be something solid within this thing, something he can grip on to, something he can fight. But he was met with nothing. “Fuck.” He frowned before he began to crawl down the side of the building.

“You seem a bit jealous, mate!” JJ called out, watching as all eight of the tentacles seemed to snap their attention towards him. God, that was scary. “Don’t you have to tell me some wild origin story before you kill me?”

“MY AIM ISN’T TO KILL YOU, SPIDER-MAN. NOT YET!”

“Oh, that’s really reassuring, thank you so much.”

“I WANT NEW YORK TO SEE HOW PATHETIC YOU ARE. HOW USELESS THEIR SAVIOUR IS.”

“A bit of an odd wish, if you ask me.” He murmured to himself, quickly snapping his wrist before swinging around the black cloud. He watched as the tentacles reached out for him, just grazing him as he swung between the buildings.

“JJ, FIGHT BACK!”

“How the fuck do I fight something that isn’t solid? Get a vacuum? If you have one big enough, please do share. Call the ghostbusters or something!”

He heard more screams, some closer than he expected. He assumed everyone ran off, but when he turned his head to the side, he noticed a man standing there, frozen in fear. More importantly, he saw a car heading straight towards the scared man.

“Shit, shit, shit,” JJ yelled as he quickly yanked his web, spinning around and landing in front of the man, his hands extended out in front of him. Seconds later he felt the impact of the car, the weight and momentum it came crashing in at hit him strong enough to make him slide back a few feet. “Go, dude!” He yelled at the man, who had finally come to his senses and thanked JJ profusely before sprinting away. JJ groaned and threw the car away from him, huffing slightly.

“HOLY SHIT, JJ! THAT WAS A CAR!”

“Oh, no shit, Sherlock! I thought it was Barbie’s Dreamhouse.” Only JJ would be sarcastic while his life is in threat.

But it was that sarcasm that distracted him long enough for one of the tentacles wrap around his ankle, yanking him down from the small jump he had taken so the web he was currently gripping snapped with ease, preventing him a quick escape like he planned. He didn’t even have time to scream before he noticed the tentacle bringing him closer to the middle of the cloud, his eyes widening slightly.

He wiggled around in the tentacle’s grip, trying to find a way out but it was relentless. He wasn’t sure what was real or not, not sure if he imagined screaming in his head or if he actually did as he was dropped into the centre of the cloud.

Then, he felt nothing.

JJ was vaguely aware of his surroundings. He didn’t know if his eyes were open or not, but it was dark. He tried to move his arm, but it felt constricted, like he was swimming in something really thick. His brain was screaming at him to call out for Pope and John B, to move his hands and swing out of here, to do something. But another part of JJ felt completely content in this situation. He couldn’t explain it, but something washed over him, like a massive electric shock that made him aware of just how…familiar this seemed. It was similar to the feeling he had earlier.

He felt safe, understood.

And then that feeling was gone.

Suddenly, JJ found himself being thrown around in circles, something holding a tight grip on his ankle. But soon enough, that let go too and JJ was soon flying through the air, too out of it to even react fast enough to web onto something or soften his eventual crash.

JJ felt the air be completely knocked out of him, his body bouncing off the concrete a couple of times before he rolled over. It took him a few attempts to finally open his eyes, take in his surroundings, to see he was in some dingy alleyway. He turned his head to the side, briefly seeing a black blob in the distance. He could hear some muffled yelling.

“HEED THIS AS A WARNING, SPIDER-MAN. NEXT TIME WE MEET, IT WILL BE OUR LAST!”

JJ vaguely furrowed his eyebrows together before turning his head to stare at the blue sky above instead. When the ringing and the muffling was over, he could hear the screams of his friends coming through the earpiece.

“JJ! JJ, PLEASE FUCKING ANSWER, DUDE!”

“JJ, ARE YOU DEAD?!”

“WHY WOULD HE FUCKING ANSWER IF HE WAS DEAD!”

“SHUT UP, I’M FLUSTERED!”

JJ frowned a little, his whole throat felt dry and numb. There was also a metallic taste in his mouth that told him he must’ve bitten his tongue at some point. God, he hated the taste of blood. “It…It felt…”

“OH MY GOD, JJ!”

“IT FELT LIKE WHAT BUD? YOU GOOD?”

“It felt just like me.” He finally got out.

Then everything went black.

#jiara #outer banks #obx #jj maybank #kiara carrera #jj maybank x kiara carrera #outer banks fanfiction #jiara fanfiction #spiderman au #marvel #tale of a slightly unstable teen hero #obx fic #my fic

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bangtancentricsblog · 4 years ago

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the second Encounter

Thank you again to my lovely wife @boymeetsweevil 😍💜💖

Warnings: ANGST, mentions of past mental and emotional abuse , mentions of forced sex, mentions of attempted suicide, bruises, violence, possessive behavior, hateful words, toxic relationships, manhandling, demeaning names (not in the sexy way either), blood, crying, i cant think of any i may have missed but please let me know if there are any!

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The sheets scratch at your skin as you wait for this to be over. Your eyes have been closed for the entirety and for once you're happy that JB is caught up in his own pleasure to remind you to open them. It hurts, the way he thrusts into you is harsh you’re sure you’ll be bruised in the morning. You can already imagine all the marks you’ll have to cover up, your body hurts, the grip he has on your hips is tight, a reminder that he’s here, that your body is his. He’d said some nasty things to you on the walk to his hotel room. Reminded you how little you were worth to other men, men like Yoongi. You squeeze your eyes tight, willing the tears away and hoping the sob doesn't crawl up your throat.

It’s not the first time you’ll feel so worthless and you’re sure it won’t be the last. At some point, you can’t remember when really but you’ve realized how bruised and battered your heart and soul have become. You don't want to feel like nothing, don't want to be reminded of just how broken you really are. Being with Jb does nothing but remind you of how utterly tired you are, of how sad you’ve been this entire time. You think of Yoongi, his soft smile, his warmth, the way he handled you so softly. As if you were truly something special to him, it made your chest ache. Jb has stilled above you and you internally cringe as you feel the stickiness between your thighs. He’s quick to throw himself on the other side of the bed, settling in for the night, his chest heaving after he’s exerted himself. His breathing evens out fairly quickly and you sit up hurriedly gathering your belongings.

You don't bother looking back at him, you don't want to. It's cold out, when you finally make it back onto the street, your phone is turned off because you’re scared of Jb calling you should he wake up at any moment during the night. Luckily for you the hotel that he’s staying in has cab services the whole night. When the driver asks where you want to go, you're quick to rattle off Yoongi’s address. He might not want to see you but you don't want to go home either. Jimin will worry if he sees the way you look, but you're also not ready to tell him what you’ve been through. You just really want to see Yoongi, even if he might not.

There’s someone knocking, and Yoongi thinks this is the day he kills someone. He wasn’t sleeping per se but there’s something about the ruined silence that gets to him. Namjoon isn't home again but that's mostly because he was off blowing out some stem majors back . It's a wonder the psychology major gets so much action when he spends so much time studying or hotboxing in his bedroom. But Namjoon is the least of his worries or maybe not the friendly giant has a habit of forgetting his key.

“I swear to god Joon if you lost your key again, I'm kicking you out.” he says, yanking the door open to reveal you standing there barefoot in a large black t-shirt.

“Hi.” Yoongi doesn't know what kind of sick game you're playing at but he isn't too happy to see you. Much less with the fact that you look like you’ve just been dicked down which he’s sure you have. It's quiet, the air thick with underlying tension, he finds it strange, uncomfortable even. It's a new feeling because when he was with you everything felt right, felt easy. Loving you was easy, but Yoongi’s not sure if he’s ready to say that. Isn't sure if he’s the only one feeling like this. There’s something about falling in love that scares Yoongi because he’s never felt it before. And yet its you, with your soft touch, the way you fuck him, no you aren’t fucking, you were making love. He’s never liked it slow, never kissed other than during foreplay, didn't like missionary or any position that involved the possibility of eye contact.

He’d learned to close himself off when it came to sex but you were different. You sought his kiss, searched for his hands, twine your fingers together, found and kept his gaze right at your peak just as your orgasm washed over you. So why, why was he so hesitant to see you now? He knows why. He’s hurt, his heart is hurt, he’d spent so long building a fortress around it he’d almost forgotten how soft he really was. He’d unwillingly gifted it to you, placed it in your small soft palms, so sure you would keep it safe, only for him to be proven wrong. He should turn you away, should slam the door in your face, maybe trample on your heart like a stampeding herd. So that it’ll really hurt, maybe even with the intent to maim. But he doesn’t because he takes a good look at you, your eyes are still glazed with the remnants of tears, the skin that's visible to him is marked with ugly shades of rogue. They glare at him as a reminder but most of all they look painful.

“Sweetpea,” he starts, moistening his lips for his next question. He doesn't get to ask. You throw your body into his, wrapping your arms around his body sobs falling from your lips. They sound so utterly broken, so pained it makes his anger flare. It had been slowly simmering back to life the moment he’d opened the door but now it's boiling over, ready to burn everything and everyone to ash for you.

He’s quick to wrap his arms around you, slowly walking backwards. It's an awkward shuffle of you nearly stepping on his toes and him trying to hold you, close the door and not trip. The world must be punishing him because he stumbles dragging you down with him after the door has shut. There’s a thump, Yoongi just barely remembering to protect his head as he falls, it's quiet for a beat as he hisses at the pain. That’s the least of his worries though, he shifts his gaze to you, even with the fall you don't look up. He’s almost certain he landed on your arms that are wrapped around him, but he can’t be sure, you haven't made a sound.

“Sweetpea, are you okay?” he whispers, bringing his hands to your cheeks and softly pulling your face from its refuge in his chest. The skin around your eyes is red, little glassy but mostly clear of tears. His movements are measured, slowed as he presses his forehead to yours. You’ve yet to say anything other than the ‘Hi’ from earlier. His thumb unconsciously strokes over your cheek and he watches as you lean into his palm, feeling your hand grasp at his other one.

“Do you want to clean up?” he asks, still gazing deep into your eyes. They flicker briefly, and somehow he knows that means yes. You make a sound, a mix between a sob and a whimper it breaks his heart a little more. He’s quick to appease you reaching down and hauling you into his arms again. Yoongi doesn’t make it a habit to princess carry women, has never had the upper body strength to do so but for you he’ll damn sure try. The two of you are in the bathroom, you’re seated on the sink watching with rounded eyes as he gets the shower ready for you. He’s got a hand under the spray of the showerhead testing the temperature before he turns to you again.

“All set, i’ll be outside if you need me.” he says with a small smile turning to exit the space, there’s a tug on his shirt. He doesn't turn around only glances over his shoulder, your head is lowered, eyes hidden from his view.

“Stay.” you mumble never once meeting his gaze and he nods his head once moving to close the lid on the toilet so he can take a seat and wait while you clean up. He’s quick to avert his gaze when you move to take off the only thing you’re wearing. Should he be feeling shy when he’s already seen you naked? He wants to believe he shouldn't, but the you now isn't the same girl he was sleeping with. You almost seem broken, the light, the softness, everything that made you seems to have gone missing and he can't quite figure out when or how. He doesn't pay much mind to the sounds coming from the shower, instead he tries hard to focus on how to apologize again.

Now that his anger has faded, he wants to apologize even more and yet he worried he’ll somehow make it worse. His thoughts are so muddled he doesn't hear the water shut off or you step out of the shower, definitely doesn't hear the soft ‘Yoongi’ that falls from your lips. No, he’s pulled from his thoughts when your damp digits cup his cheek. It startles him a bit and has him flinching at the touch. You move to take your hand back but Yoongi is quick to take it in his own.

“Sorry, did you say something?”

“No.” you say, lowering your head again. A frown settles over Yoongi’s features, he doesn't like it. He doesn't like this sudden meekness that's clouded over the girl he knows. You follow him out of the bathroom watching silently as he pulls out a hoodie and pair of his boxers. He sets them on the bed excusing himself but reminding you that he’s just in the kitchen if you need anything.

Your fingers worry the sleeves of the hoodie you’re wearing and maybe it's because of the nerves. There’s something frightening about telling someone you care about the truth, mostly anyways. You’ve come to understand that what you feel for Yoongi is vastly different than what you had felt with Jb, what you had felt for anyone. He’s different, a good different, the kind that makes you want to tell him. But also worries you, what if he doesn't like you after everything. There’s this underlying fear that wraps around your being like a vice, quietly reminding you that you're worthless. A voice in the back of your mind reminds you of where you belong, a voice that sounds suspiciously like JB.

The thought of the other boy makes your eyes prick with tears, you’re tired of crying though. Tired of feeling sorry for yourself, you want to be loved, want to feel good, want to be happy again. You want that with Yoongi, so you steel yourself padding out of the bedroom. He’s standing at the kitchen counter, back to you but you can hear the soft clink of a spoon against the side of a coffee mug. It feels like so long ago that you were able to admire him, his shoulders are broad for a petite man. He’s on the slimmer side but still toned, and you’d been there when he’d started bulking up. Now he looks like he’s gained some weight, a good weight, you think as your gaze falls to his butt and thighs. You watch him glance over his shoulder catching sight of you just outside the kitchen, and turns his body to properly face you.

“I made you some tea.” he says two mugs in hand as he leads you to the living room. The mug he hands you when you're seated on opposite ends of the couch is white with multicolored butts on it. A smile kisses our lips briefly, it was your favorite of the bunch he’d been gifted by his friend Hoseok. The one he drinks from is black with big white letters that say ‘have a nice day’ and on the bottom is a hand flipping you the bird. It had made you choke once when you’d stayed the night and shared coffee the next morning, it was his favorite of the mugs Hoseok had gifted him he’d told you as he laughed at you. You thank him feeling the warmth seep into your fingertips and warming your palms that you hadn't realized were cold.

“Yoongi,” you start meeting his gaze over the rim of his mug, he’s giving you the go ahead to talk you note. “I’m sorry.” He quirks a brow, confused.

“For what exactly?” he asks.

“I,” you pause, setting aside your mug and taking a deep breath “I should've told you. About Jb about my relationship with him and why I came home in the first place. Jb, he isn't a nice guy, not anymore at least.” He’s listening intently as you tell him of all that the two of you have gone through, the amount of times you’d broken up only to get back together when one or the other caught wind that someone is interested in the other. The way he’d gone from sweet to bitter in the course of a year, how he’d made you feel and how you’d pushed through it all. Forced yourself to laugh and smile through all the horrible things he said to you in your face, about you when he thought you weren’t listening.

Pressured you to do things you didn't want to, had broken you down to a point where you’d thought for a brief second that you'd end it all. Had been laying in your bathtub in the previous night's clothes, cum staining your thighs and a knife in hand. Tears rolling down your cheeks in between labored breaths the knife now pressed to your wrist, except Jimin had called. Told him how Jimin had saved you, how you listened to your brother tell you he’d felt some strange need to call you. How Jimin had unknowingly talked you down from the ledge, had ended the call with a reminder that he loved you and hoped to see you soon. Told him how hard you sobbed that day, how you’d carefully picked up the pieces of your more than broken heart, and tried to sooth your bruised soul. He listened through it all, even when your voice broke and you hiccuped between words recounting the painful last year and a half.

When you finally loop around as to why you’d come home you’re no longer looking at him. Your cheeks itch from all the dried tears and the fresh ones that trail down the same paths. If Yoongi didn’t hate you before, he will now. He hasn’t said a word, you’re afraid to see the disgust in his face at truly how pathetic you are. How toxic a person you and Jb are, and why he should stay away from you.

He’s crying, tears spilling from his eyes. Yoongi feels so utterly destroyed, his heart is in shambles but not because of his previous hurt. More so he’s hurt that you, someone he knew was so utterly good had gone through such things. He’d felt his heart stutter the moment you’d told him you’d thought of taking your own life. Had felt the tears fall unwillingly because he couldn't imagine it, couldn't believe that someone could break you down to the point that death seemed to be your only option. Couldn't wrap his head around the idea that had Jimin not called, not reminded you how much he cared, had not unknowingly stopped you, Yoongi wouldn't have met you. Wouldn't have fallen in love.

You’re done recounting the details of the past year, and it's quiet. He doesn't make a sound as he cries, just lets the tears soak into the cotton of his t-shirt. He’s not sure what to say, can’t seem to form words, waits a beat, then two and nothing comes. There’s movement in his clouded vision, and he looks across the couch at you. The sleeves of the hoodie are too long, your fingertips just barely poking out, his fingers twitch and he suddenly wants to hold your hand. Wants to hold on tight and never let go, doesn’t want to think about a world you’re no longer part of.

“Sweetpea,” he says, voice hoarse, eyes following the slow rise of your head, your own eyes slowly coming into view. He smiles sadly before he continues, “can I touch you?” he asks. You nod slowly, eyes watering because it's been so long since he’s used your name. Maybe it's because he’s preferred your nickname, there’s just something in the way he says your name that really gets to you. When Yoongi wraps his arms around your frame you don't flinch, and for that he’s happy. You look so small in his lap, head tucked into the crook of his neck and something just clicks. Like a match has been struck rekindling the dying embers of the anger he’d felt earlier, except now it's directed at the right person and for the right reasons. You’ve gone quiet again, your sobs died down your arms have gone slack around his frame.

The soft puffs of your breath brush against his skin, you’ve fallen asleep but he isn't ready to let you go. So he doesn’t, he grips under your thighs hauling you up with him and into his arms again. He carries you into his bedroom, gently laying you under the covers leaving you with a kiss on your temple. The water is warm as he washes and rinses the mugs, it soothes at his anger a bit but it still burns bright. Keeps the hearth of his soul ablaze with his need to love and protect you as you deserve. A calm has settled over the apartment, yet Yoongi still stands at the sink, his hands are still damp from the water and his brain refuses to quiet down. His thoughts are swirling like a current, he’s not sure what to make of the muddiness taking over his consciousness but one thought shines through, big and bright like the sun.

He is completely and irrevocably in love with you, there’s a warmth in the pit of his stomach that reminds him that you just might feel exactly the same. There’s a deafening silence in his once noisy brain and he welcomes it. He’s careful to slip into the bed beside you, and here in the quiet surrounded by cover of night, under the moonlight he whispers his first, “I love you.”

The sun has long since risen soft rays of warmth wash over Yoongi as he sleeps and you can't help but smile. He’s so cute when he sleeps, not that he isn't any other time but your favorite is when he sleeps. His lips are pouted, cheeks squished against the pillows just right it reminds you of a baby. He’s cute, but he’s also holding onto you too tight and you really have to pee. A whine slips past the seam of your lips and you watch as his eyes flutter open slightly, gaze cloudy with sleep.

“G’morning.” he hums, shuffling further into the bed, his hand slipping beneath the hem of your hoodie. You hiss yanking at his hand the moment his frozen fingers grazed your skin.

“I have to pee.” you whimper feeling as if your body may betray you at any moment, it’s funny watching his sleepy face wrinkle with emotion at the thought of you relieving yourself. It's laughable really, but you don't say anything just wiggle further away from his hold as he seems to lose himself in his thoughts. There’s this feeling of satisfaction that rushes over you as you finally get to the toilet, bladder finally empty and you feel better. He’s still in bed when after you’ve washed your hands and come back into the room.

“Do you have a toothbrush I can use?” you ask tying your hair back with a pen the way girls do that always puzzles Yoongi. It's quiet again as he slides out of the bed, making his way over to the bathroom and pulling open a drawer. To your surprise he’s handing you the one you’d left here all that time ago. The time before everything got so messed up and you feel your heart throb, but today is a new day. The smile you give him isn't strained, its genuine and full of love as you take the toothbrush from him.

When you’re done in the bathroom, he’s up rummaging through his drawers and pulling out fresh clothes. You watch closely, before he’s turning to you. He looks unsure of himself but you can't quite figure out why. So you wait, silently encouraging him to take his time. He’s seated on the bed again when he sighs heavily then taking a deep breath.

“I wanted to apologize,” he starts nails digging into the calloused skin around his thumb “the things that i said before. I didn't mean them. It’s not an excuse but i still wanted to apologize because you didn't deserve them no matter how hurt I was.” he finishes looking small for a man of his size.

“I’m not going to lie, it did hurt but nothing will ever hurt more than what i’ve already been through.” you say a small laugh slipping past your lips. Your gaze meets his, and he searches your eyes for any semblance of a lie but he doesn't seem to find one, no instead he sees the same love and warmth he feels for you. He doesn't ask this time, just takes your hands in his and twines your fingers together squeezing just enough to convey how much he’s missed this. Missed the warmth of your hands in his, missed you.

“Do you have to go?” he asks and you freeze up just now remembering how exactly it is that you came to be here. You glance over to the direction of the living room, remembering your phone for the first time since leaving the hotel last night. You’d turned it off and now you’re afraid to see what’s transpired since the previous day's events.

“I need to check my phone.” you say reluctantly pulling your hand from his and padding into the living room. To your surprise its way past morning, more along the lines of early afternoon the light from your phone is soft as it comes back on. You’re chewing on your lower lip ready to see the screen light up with too missed calls and texts but there’s only two. On from Jimin which you can only assume is a meme and the other is from Jb “where the fuck are you slut”

Your brain is screaming at you to text him back, to beg for him not to read too much into your disappearance. Though your heart wins out gently reminding you that you’d chosen Yoongi, had decided to move towards something better. So you leave him on read locking your phone and moving to make both of you some coffee.

The day had been well spent, at least Yoongi thinks so. The two of you had stayed in, ordered take out, cuddled, and maybe kissed a little. He’s over the moon with the way things have been all day but there’s this gnawing in the pit of his stomach, it feels like dread but it could also be the pound of shrimp fried rice he’d eaten. He can’t be sure, so he tries to shove the feeling to the back of his mind. Tries but fails because although the two of you are now aware of your feelings for one another you haven't agreed to date either.

His heart wants him to ask, to make sure you want to be with him the way he wants to be with you. Yet his brain tells him he’ll be happy having you any way that he can. So he sits quiet, arms wrapped around you as you binge watch an early season of ‘Supernatural’. His chin is resting on the crown of your head as you lay it against his chest, your hand long since snuck underneath the hem of his t-shirt and resting against his barely there six pack. Your thighs are snugly wrapped around one of his legs and he can heat of your sex through his boxers you still wear. He’s staring blankly at the screen as the brothers poor over a grimoire and very attractive red headed witch he’d heard you call your queen berating them for not knowing more about magic, when there’s a knock on the door. He’s sure you hadn’t ordered anything else, so he can only assume it's Namjoon who he still hasn't seen today. Though if he really thinks about it Namjoon isn't really the knocking type, he’s moving to get up when you decide you’ll get it so you can snuggle back into his arms when you come back.

He nods his head, but still sits up anyways shifting his body so he’s sitting straight up. The show is paused, making the silence almost deafening as he listens to the slight squeak of the door before you yelp. He’s off the couch in seconds, and the rage he’s let simmer overnight is blazing big and bright consuming his being, because there just inside his door frame is Jb. He’s got a hand tangled in your hair, knuckles white with the grip he has on it. Your own hands are clutching his wrist tears sliding down your cheeks no doubt from the pain.

“Did you really think I wouldn't find you, you worthless bitch.” he spits pulling you by the hair causing you to scream out. Yoongi doesn’t think, he throws himself at the other man landing a hit to his cheek, Jb stumbles back, grip loosening on your hair, your quick to scurry away from him and behind Yoongi.

“Don’t you talk to her like that.” Yoongi growls behind clenched teeth, knuckles already throbbing with pain.

“That whore is a dime a dozen, pussy like hers is easy to find. Isn't that right baby.” Jb laughs as Yoongi moves towards him once more but this time it's him who feels the sharp crack of bone on flesh. There’s a flash of white momentarily blinding Yoongi pain erupting from his eye, and Jb is quick to take advantage. He lands another hit to Yoongi’s face splitting the flesh of his bottom lip. It hurts but Yoongi’s never been one to back down, he’s quick to clear his head, pushing the pain to the back of his mind, tongue flicking over the broken skin. The taste of iron is strong but he’s tasted his own blood before this probably won't be the last.

His next solid blow lands on Jb’s nose the appendage as the blood vessels burst from the impact dripping blood. Jb’s distracted trying to wipe at the warmth that's leaking from his nose, spitting some of the blood onto the floor. Yoongi can distantly hear your voice, but he’s too angry, can't seem to remember the last time he’d felt this way. He feels like he’s underwater sounds escaping him in a muffle and the rage is all consuming.

There’s a weight on his back, arms wrapping around his waist tight words hurriedly whispered, he blinks once, twice and suddenly everything is clear. He doesn't remember how he managed to pin the other man to the ground, can't recall how many times he’s hit him since but he can already see the damage he’s done. The bruises are already blooming just beneath the skin, they’ll be big and ugly. He can finally hear you crying against his back tears soaking the material of his t-shirt.

“That’s enough, please.” you whimper. Your hands are wrapped tight around his own holding tight to his fist, there’s a sting to his knuckles one more prominent than the one he’d felt earlier. He glances down taking note of the torn skin on his hands, the blood that covers them, he’s sure it's not all his. He’s slow to relax his hands but when he does you twin your fingers together staining them with the blood. The two of you stand moving away from Jb, Yoongi keeps you behind him protectively, making sure the other man can’t touch you. Jb laughs again, spitting more blood on the floor, shakily getting to his feet.

“Y’know this girl act is just that, an act. She’ll be cheating on you soon enough, but keep her if you want her.” he sniffs wincing at the pain that comes from his bruised nose. He’s lucky Yoongi hadn’t broken it.

“Shut the fuck up and get out, you better pray I don't see you again.” Yoongi says voice low and Jb flinches slightly, he’s not sure if it’s a threat or not but he’s not willing to find out. So he does as he’s told leaving faster than he appeared. Yoongi turns to you cupping your tear stained cheeks and planting his forehead against your own.

“I’m sorry.” he whispers, feeling your hands cup his that rest on your cheeks.

“Don’t be, and thank you.” you mumble breath shaky, tilting your head to kiss his palms. He smiles, the broken skin of his lip stretching making him hiss. A small laugh fills his ears before you lean forward to kiss his lips bloody and all.

“Let's get you cleaned up.” you say leading him to the bathroom, and he follows behind you a soft blush rising to his cheeks at how tenderly you hold his bloodied hand.

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wonhoslittlebunny · 5 years ago

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Shhh...|M

Pairing: Boyfriend!Jaebum x Reader Warnings: blowjob, exhibition, and slight daddy kink Word Count: 885

It was JB’s idea to bring you on tour with them. You weren’t complaining though. You pretty much got to watch them perform for free, so that was a plus. But when they were practicing and stuff you were always cooped up on the hotel by yourself.

One night after a concert you are extremely horny (when aren’t you horny when you watch JB perform). This wasn’t the first time during their tour that you tried to initiate some sexy time with your very sexy boyfriend. Most of the time he would be just as horny as you, therefore the nights almost always ended up with you screaming his name.

But tonight was different. Jaebum would rather go on instagram live, then sex you up. You tried your best to get him to not turn on instagram, but he did it anyways. You end up showering and try to relieve the pressure between your legs. Nothing helps. You end up just making it worse.You eventually give up, hopping out of the shower. Drying your hair and wrapping a towel around you.

As soon as you walk out Jaebum has his eyes already on you. Once you realize this, you pick out his favorite pair of panties and one of his night shirts to wear to bed. You drop the towel only for his eyes to slightly widen and him tugging his bottom lip in between his teeth. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips. You made brief eye contact before covering yourself up. You point to his phone, reminding him that he is still live. He turns his attention back to his phone, where several fans were wondering what he was looking at. All the while, you have been brainstorming a plan to get your needs taken care of.

Fans ask him why you’re not in the live, and what you were doing. He explains that you’ve just showered and are too tired to talk. He then finds another comment and answers their question. He isn’t even remotely paying attention to you.

“Jaebumie, can I play some music?” He just shrugs, not really caring much. You play one of your playlists that’s way too explicit for young fans, but that’s the least of your worries. You have the music loud enough to drown out all of the lewd sounds that are about to start.

Jaebum doesn’t even pay attention to the music, too busy talking about his latest project. You then climb up on the bed only to spread his legs apart, just enough for you to fit in between them. He doesn’t resist only assuming you want to lay your head on his stomach, so he can play with your hair. But to his dismay that was far from what you were thinking about doing.

You start innocent, placing your head on his lap. His hand finds your hair and start playing with it soothingly. Your hand starts to run up and down his Jean clad thigh. Your hand starts to get higher with each stroke up his thigh. Only to reach the crotch of his jeans. You give a gentle squeeze, which makes his breath hitch in return.

He glances at you with slightly parted lips, your lips in a smirk. You press one of your fingers to your lips in the shushing gesture. He just gives you that look which tells you to keep going. Once his attention is back on his live, you quickly and quietly undo his jeans and pull down his boxers just enough for you to take his semi hard cock out.

You look up at him. He glances down at you as you start to jerk his cock in your hand, only until he gets fully erect. You thumb the head of his cock to smear the precum around it. He hisses in response, only receiving a giggle from you.

He has forgotten about the live with his full attention on you. Right as you lick a broad stripe up his length, his phone dings. Reminding him that he is live. As you gingerly suck his cock, he tries to remain undisturbed while finishing up the live.

You were just about to take all of his cock into your mouth when your phone begins to ring. You ignored it trying your hardest not to gag around him. Jaebum pulled you by the hair making you release his dick from your mouth. You couldn’t help but pout. He takes your phone and answers it while you stroke his cock, giving kisses along the side.

“Yaaaa, if y/n is going to give you a blowjob then turn the live off.” You could hear the voice of Jinyoung. It was faint and you were sure that the fans couldn’t hear it. Jaebum just hung up the phone and said goodbye to the fans that were watching. As soon as both of his hands were free, one ended up in you hair and the other around your neck. He brought you up until your lips connected with his in a messy and needy kiss.

“Kitten, you know Daddy doesn’t like getting teased,” his voice was rough with lust and desire. You knew you were in for a punishment as soon as the pet name left his lips.

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yg-got7scenarios · 8 years ago

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Better as Three Part 2 (M)

**GIF NOT MINE

Mini-series.

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Characters: Mark Tuan (GOT7) x You (OC/Reader) x Im Jaebum (JB, GOT7)

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst, AU

Length: 4,713 words

Plot: Mark feels bad for ignoring you for the past few nights – and he is hoping to make you feel better with a pleasant surprise.

Warning/s: Poly!Markbum, Polyamorous relationship, Kitchen counter sex, Overstimulation, Slight Dirty Talking, Fingering, Cunnilingus, just overly detailed het smut and it’s kind of a makeup sex too??? Idk jfc

A/N: I ended up not changing much, LMAO. So it’s pretty much still the same with the first one I’ve posted, I just removed the irrelevant parts and also did my best to proofread though idk if I succeeded haha.

You were stirred from your sleep the next night when you felt the need to drink some water; however, you had forgotten to bring some inside your room.

You’ve gone to work early that morning; the night after the boys had completely ignored you and had sex with each other on the master’s bedroom. You are so annoyed with them that even though they’ve catch you that morning fixing your lunch box and getting ready to leave; you didn’t even spare them a glance and you just walk past them. Mark did try calling out for you and even followed you at the foyer, pouting and trying to hug you but you just glared at him, making it clear that you are not interested in talking, more so hugging, and he took a step back immediately.

“Ugh shit.” You groaned before reluctantly sitting up, kicking the sheets from your body. You glanced at your alarm clock, 2am, most likely the boys are already home and sleeping.

You stretched your arms before finally standing up and making your way downstairs to the kitchen; taking small, quiet steps to ensure that you would not make any sounds to wake the boys up.

When you reached the kitchen, you abruptly stopped on your tracks when you saw Mark leaning against the kitchen counter, clad in his favorite sleep shorts and shirt, holding a mug in hand.

The screeching of your rubber slippers against the tiled floor caught Mark’s attention, and he looked up to you from his drink. He smiles immediately and you looked away before clearing your throat, slowly walking your way towards the counter, ignoring your boyfriend’s presence. Mark just eyed your every moment while he sips his drink leisurely.

You went straight to the fridge in front of him, opening it before bending over, grabbing the small bottle of water from the corner. On the other hand, Mark smirks at the view of your perfect ass and legs while you are bent over the fridge and he automatically licks his lips. You are wearing your normal sleeping attire, a thin camisole and knickers, which hugs your perfect body, and he misses you even more.

He was snapped out of his reverie when you pulled away from the fridge after closing it shut; drinking the water from the bottle. You are about to walk away with the bottle in hand but Mark stopped you.

“Baby?” You turn around to meet your boyfriend’s gaze.

“What?” You asked coldly before crossing your arms on your chest and slumping against the metal surface.

“Can we talk?” Mark brushes the strands of hair that blocks his beautiful face and you stared at your feet, the tone in your boyfriend’s voice serious and pleading.

“We’re already talking.” You tear your gaze away before fiddling with the bottle that you’re holding. Mark chuckles quietly and you look up to him as nods meekly.

“You’re right, we’re already talking.” He drops the mug on the counter before staring at you in the eyes and his stare held you in place. He took a deep breath before gripping the edges of the counter, half-sitting on it.

“I just wanted to say that Jaebum and I were really upset with what you’ve done a few days ago. If only you’ve listened to us, you wouldn’t be in that situation. You didn’t even call us when you already felt drunk, so that at least one of us had fetched you.” He explains carefully and you gripped the bottle tighter; still looking at the ground; avoiding the concerned look on Mark’s face.

“If Jaebum wasn’t there, and something bad had happened to you, I won’t be able to forgive myself, and sure Jaebum won’t either.” He looks to the side before griping the edges of the kitchen counter tighter and you lift your head to take a quick look at his face but promptly dropping it when he moves his head to gape at you again.

“I wanted to go with him but he wants me to stay here in case you have decided to go home. Good thing I had remembered the name of the bar despite you whispering it to me a day or so before it. I was so worried because it took Jaebum 3 hours to find you and finally bring you home, ______.” You blinked a few times before shifting your weight from one foot to another, guilt striking you like lightning. Mark doesn’t talk a lot compared to Jaebum, but when he talks, he sure doesn’t bullshit and goes straight to the point.

“I-I’m also sorry for ignoring you the past few days. I know that we’ve gone a bit overboard with your punishment. I know you hate being alone while sleeping or waking up, or even eating, and you have to endure everything. I am sorry about that baby.” He bites his lower lip and you finally peered at him; meeting his loving gaze and you stood up straight. You close your eyes before breathing heavily; finally responding to your boyfriend’s apology and explanation.

“I-I am sorry, Mark, if I made you and Jaebum worry about me. I’m sorry for not following what you’ve said, or at least try to tell you where I was or if I need help that night.” You trailed off before glancing away, feeling the heat on your cheeks rise when you saw the sincere look on your boyfriend’s face.

“I am also sorry for acting up last night and this morning, I know that I did deserve the punishment but I was still being a brat. I should’ve just apologized immediately but I refused to do that. So, please forgive me, Mark.. I will never do it again…” You gazed at him with your puppy eyes and Mark’s smile is so bright that it seemed to lightened up the entire room.

“You’re already forgiven, baby.” He winks at you and he spreads his arms wide open before lifting his chin, smiling his unique, toothy smile. You bit your lower lip and just stared at the inviting gesture of Mark.

“Come on, I know you want to.” He giggles and you carefully place the bottle on the dining table next to you before rushing to Mark’s arms, your tears now falling from eyes without you knowing as you wrap your arms around your boyfriend’s waist, burying your face against his clothed chest.

“Aww don’t cry, baby girl, I’m here…” He coos you by rubbing your back with one hand while the other is patting your head adorningly, tucking his nose against the crown of you head. You bury your face harder against his chest as you cried silently.

“I’m sorry Mark… I miss you so much… Don’t ever ignore me again…” You murmured against the thin fabric of his white shirt and he giggles before kissing your head.

“I promise baby.” He mutters before cradling your face in his hands. He wipes the tears from your face with his thumbs before kissing your forehead. You smiled and Mark brushes the hair that blocks your face before tugging them at the back of your ear, the intimacy of his touches sending butterflies on your stomach.

“I love you, ______.” He whispers before kissing your lips longingly and passionately. You are about to respond with an “I love you too” when Mark pulls away but he was quick to kiss you again, his hand grabbing your nape gently, holding you in place while the other cups the small of your back. His kiss is warm, full, and it didn’t take long for you to melt in to it. You circled your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

“God, I miss you so much baby.” He moans against your mouth and you barely had the time to breathe when he wraps his arms around your hips, hoisting you up and you circle your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck after letting out a squeal of surprise.

“Oh God that’s-“ You were cut off again by your boyfriend’s eager mouth before he turns the two of you around, placing you on top of the kitchen counter next to his mug of hot chocolate. He licks your lower lip and you quickly opened your mouth to allow him access, his tongue snaking inside, tasting your cavern and you mewled silently when his hands roam around your bare thighs, drawing mindless patterns against your skin before pushing you closer to him, his groin coming in contact with your center.

“You sure miss me that much, huh.” You giggled when Mark’s lips traces a line of hot, little kisses on your cheek, your jaw line, up to the shell of your ear. Mark responded by biting on your earlobe and you moaned, his tongue leaving kitten licks against your ear making your whole body shiver.

Your boyfriend’s lips continues its journey down to your neck, sucking and nipping on your throat and your fingers tangled on his dark brown hair, tugging on his follicles gently while he sucks and bites on your neck.

“Your skin tastes so sweet baby.” He groans against your collarbone as he latches his teeth on the base of it, drawing out a loud moan from you. Mark chuckles before sucking on the bruise that he just left, your body shuddering beneath him and he holds your neck in place as he continues to shower your neck with love bites.

“M-Mark.” You latch a handful of his shirt when Mark’s hands travelled inside your camisole, feeling your naked, hot skin beneath his palms and he licks a burning path from the base of your throat to your chin. His hands finally found your breasts and he groans against your lips.

You whimpered when he tweaks your nipples, taking them between his thumb and index, tugging and circling it between his skillful fingers and you can only push your chest further against his touch.

“You like that?” He kisses your neck before groping your breasts rhythmically, pressing them together before dipping his head down to bite on each of your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. He smirks at you before tightening his hold against your mounds, pushing them up before sucking on one of the buds harshly; the thin fabric of your camisole being the only barrier.

He soon tugs on the hem of your shirt before lifting it above your head, throwing the garment on the floor before pushing you against the counter until you lay flat on it. You immediately pulled him against you by his hips and he smiles before ravishing your lips again, one of his hands cupping your face while the other makes its way back to one of your mounds.

“Ah! Fuck, that’s it, oh God.” You yelped when Mark dips his head to deliver a particularly harsh suck on your nipple while he gropes the other one firmly; the lack of the cotton barrier made you feel each and every touch of his hands and mouth. He switched sides and repeated the same process, over and over and you can feel the sensitivity of your mounds heightening, your arousal pooling at your center, drenching your knickers. Mark started to dry hump against you and you felt his erection twitch when you let out a breathless moan.

Mark pulls away from you and you whined at the lost of friction and touch, but he quickly press a kiss on the valley between your breasts before making his way downwards, sucking, kissing, and nipping on the underside of your breasts, down to your belly button, until his red, bruised lips reaches the top of your underwear. Your breathing is erratic and you looked down at him, patiently waiting for his next move. Mark snickers when he spreads your legs wide open, licking his lips when he sees the trace of your arousal against your lace knickers.

“Fuck you are so wet already.” He grunts before gliding his hands over your bare legs and thighs, before reaching to cup your gorgeous ass; stroking it back up to your inner thighs, spreading your legs wider.

“God, my mouth is watering so bad, I need to taste you baby girl.” He continues and you shivered because of his dirty talking. Without a second to spare, Mark dives in to your clothed core, running his tongue over the expanse of your slit through your panties and your reaction was involuntary, you buck your hips against his tongue and he stops when he reaches your clit, before licking harder over your bundle of nerves, the whimper that left your lips is inhumane.

“Ah fuck.” You can feel your arousal seeping through the fabric, mixing with Mark’s saliva as he sucks on your nub lewdly and you are slowly rolling your hips against the movements of his tongue and it felt so good, but you know it will be better if he would take off the lace barrier.

As if reading your mind, Mark swiftly grabs the hem of your panties before sliding it down your ass, lifting your hips in the process to help and it met with your camisole on the floor.

Mark didn’t waste any more time as he spreads your legs once more, dipping his head in between your folds before sucking harshly on your throbbing clit, his tongue drawing hard circles against it and your hand grips Mark’s hair as he continues to devour you. His tongue prodded your entrance before spreading your arousal over your folds, tonguing each and every part of your lower lips before licking his way back to your sensitive clit, his pace shifting to a slower, harder rhythm and your legs quivered beneath him.

“You taste so sweet baby.” He pushes your hips against the cold counter before biting on your clit and you moaned his name out loud.

“Fuck, shit Mark.” You whimpered when Mark does it again before running his tongue flat over the expanse of your slit, up and down, round and round, over and over, and you felt like you cannot breathe. You tried to push your hips against his sinful mouth but his tight hold on your inner thighs completely disables you.

Mark started to hum against you and it all becomes too much to take. Both of your hands are now pulling on Mark’s hair as he sucks on your clit in a way that would always make you crumble into pieces.

“S-shit I’m gonna cum.” You warned him and you didn’t know how it was possible but Mark sucked even harder while his eyes are bearing holes on you. Your back instantly arch up against the counter, your eyes shut tight, and your legs are trembling immensely when your orgasm washes over your entire being. Mark didn’t stop sucking and licking your clit until you are writhing beneath him, his hold against your inner thighs getting tighter and harder, keeping you trapped against his devious mouth and tongue.

Mark finally pulls away after a couple of more licks and sucks and your body fell against the cold, flat surface, your chest heaving up and down at a crazy rate; your hands loosening their hold against Mark’s hair. Your boyfriend kisses and bites on your inner thighs before making his way up to your stomach, dipping his tongue inside your navel before leaving more open-mouthed kisses against your stomach, to your chest, to your neck, until he seals your lips in another heated kiss, tasting yourself in him. Your hands slid down to grip his biceps before lifting your legs to draw your boyfriend closer to you and he is painfully hard.

You ground your wet, bare core against his crotch and he groans against your skin. However, to your disappointment, he abruptly pulls away, making you stick your lower lip out, pouting. He chuckles at your childish action before cradling your face with his hand, kissing you fervidly, which you’ve returned with glee.

Once he got to distract you with his skilled tongue tasting your cavern, his thumb came in contact with your sensitive clit and you whimpered against his mouth. He grips your nape before kissing you deeper while he rubs the digit eight against your pearl and your knees shook wildly, your hands gripping his shoulders tight.

“Fuck, Mark.” Mark finally pulls away from your lips while he continues the harsh strokes of his thumb against you and you pressed your legs together without your consent but he was quick to separate them.

“Oops, spread them wide open for me, baby girl.” He laid one of his hands flat against your inner thigh while his other hand is busy playing with your bundle of nerves.

“Ugh, Mark, please.” You wailed when Mark plunges two of his long, dexterous fingers inside you as his mouth encloses one of your nipples, his eyes looking up at you hungrily.

“Fuck, please.” You sobbed when Mark jerks his hand, inducing a brutal pace, rubbing that tender, keen spot in you that doesn’t fail to bring you to the edge of the cliff each and every time. Mark smirks against the wet skin of your chest when your body quivered once more and he steps up his game. He started to fuck you at a brutal pace, the tip of his fingers not failing to touch that delicate spot in you.

“You’re coming again, are you?” He sucks on the base of your throat before grinning at you and your head begins to swim when Mark’s thumb returned on your clit, moving it in sync with the plunges of his fingers and you can feel that familiar tingling at the bottom of your stomach starting to build up once again and you can feel your limp body starting to fall apart.

You gasped when Mark’s face disappeared from your neck; quickly lowering his face to your pussy, replacing his thumb with his mouth and began sucking the daylights out of your abused clit.

Your whole body thrashed from the counter when you reach another mind-blowing peak because of Mark’s skilled fingers and mouth. You stopped breathing when your climax started and your hands are flying everywhere until it settles on the edge of the counter by your head.

“Damn it, fuck!” Your voice came out hoarse with how much the pleasure is consuming you whole and Mark didn’t stop; his tongue, mouth, and fingers are still moving, fucking you through your orgasm and you gripped on his shoulders, digging your nails against his clothed skin to let him know that you’ve had enough.

Mark finally withdraws his fingers from your hole but his mouth is still sucking on your clit, both of his hands now holding your inner thighs in place and your chest tightened; his continuing assault on your bundle of nerves setting your whole body on fire.

“Breathe, baby girl.” He says after finally pulling away from you and you let out a huge, raspy breath, your lungs finally releasing the air that you’ve been holding since your 2nd orgasm started. Though Mark’s tongue and fingers already left your core, you can still feel your pussy pulsating because of how hard you came undone.

You are still trying to recover from your huge orgasms when Mark suddenly hauls you up by your shoulders, pushing you against his toned chest and you realized that he is now fully naked. Mark smiles at you before wrapping an arm around waist, while the other one is cupping your face before placing a light kiss on your lips.

“You look so damn hot when you come, baby.” He kisses your jaw and he pushes you closer to his groin and you gasped when his hard cock came in contact with your sensitive core. He guides you to wrap your legs around his waist as his mouth is busy leaving a hickey below your ear.

“You think you can come for me again, baby? With my cock buried deep inside you?” He utters huskily against your ear and the hairs at the back of your neck shoot up and you can feel the anticipation thumping heavily against your veins.

You know that you are overly sensitive and the credits all go to him, but you cannot help but crave the feeling of being filled by his impressive length so you leaned against him before muttering a soft “please” against his cheek.

Upon hearing your soft, pleading voice, Mark jolts into action, cradling your face with both of his hands before claiming your lips once more and you eagerly returned the kiss while you sneak one hand below rake your nails against his abs feeling his muscles tense beneath your fingers. You soon grab his pulsing erection and he is rock hard; a huge amount of precum is already pooling at the tip and your mouth watered, wanting to taste him.

You can feel your boyfriend’s body trembling against yours when you started pumping his cock and he pulls away from your lips before resting his forehead against yours. You swiped the precum at the tip of his girth using your index and middle finger before bringing them to your parted lips, sucking on it lewdly and Mark’s eyes darkened even more when he sees you pushing your digits all the way in to your mouth while your eyes bore holes on him.

“You taste so good Mark.” You winked at him after pulling your fingers out of your cavern, but making sure to let it go with a loud pop.

“Fuck, baby, as much as I want you to suck me off, I don’t think I will last long.” He moans against your lips before grabbing his cock, pumping it a few times before gliding it over the expanse of your slit and you circled your arms around his neck, bracing yourself for more.

“Shit, Mark.” Your head fell back when he circled the head of his dick against your throbbing clit and Mark’s eyebrows furrowed and you know that he is dying to be inside you. You moved your hips to finally get Mark’s dick at your entrance and Mark holds your hips before sliding the head of his dick inside you, his face crunching before pulling out again, teasing himself.

“Come on, baby, I know you’re dying; just fuck me hard, please.” You bite Mark’s lower lip and that seem to be the last nail in the coffin because he now has both of his hands on your hips, gripping them tightly before pushing his cock inside you in one go, delving deep and hard within you and his long legs quaked immensely with how taut your walls are clasping his length.

“So fucking tight.” He groans against your neck and you have adjusted to his size almost immediately so you moved against him and Mark started to pull out of you slowly before thrusting back in deeper and harder. He looks between the two of you, watching how your hole swallows the entirety of his huge dick and he bites his lower lip.

“Your pussy looks so fucking beautiful like this, with my cock stretching you out.” Mark’s dirty talking seemed to be on full-on mode today, not that you are complaining, not when he starts slamming in to you at a fast and hard pace, his grip on your hips bruising but you love it, the pain only heightening your desire. You leaned back against the counter; both of your palms laid flat against the cold surface to balance yourself as Mark continues to pound in to you.

“B-baby, shit, don’t, fuck-“ Mark stuttered when you started clenching around his cock, clamping his length firmly whenever he slams back in and you sneered at him. He lets out an animalistic growl when you started chasing his thrusts, rocking your hips against his synchronously.

“Fuck, baby, if you keep doing that…” He pushes you by your chest gently until your back meets the cold surface of the kitchen counter once more.

“Don’t hold back, baby, fuck me, just fuck me hard, oh my god please.” You plead and whined and begged and Mark grabs both of your breasts, squeezing them hard before pounding in to you hard; the speed and intensity of his plunges doubling and you enclose his hands that are on your breasts when your body started to tremble violently with how hard Mark is fucking you.

“Uh, baby, shit, please tell me you’re close.” Mark says and you are at a loss for words so you nodded vigorously, one of your hands sinking lower to rub your tingling clit. Mark lets go of your breasts to grab both of your legs, hooking them over his shoulders before pressing your thighs against your chest and his dick went even deeper than earlier and you are crying and sobbing out of pure pleasure right now.

“Fuck, Fuck, Mark, don’t stop, baby, please, I’m so close!” You cried out and Mark can feel your walls constricting even more and his strokes never slowed down. You look up to him and his hair is a mess, face and neck beaded with sweat and with the way he is gripping the back of your thighs, you can tell that he is getting close.

“Shit!” You wailed when you felt the knot at the pit of your stomach started to unravel painfully and deliciously and Mark pushes your fingers away from your clit and replaces it with his thumb, rubbing it until your body went rigid, your third orgasm from oversensitivity milking the last of your strength and sanity. Your nails dig deep on Mark’s wrists; desperately trying to hold on to something real as you felt like you’re going to pass out with how much your climax is eating your insides up.

“Fuck!” Mark grunts loudly when your orgasm finally leads him to his own. Your cramped and sensitive walls squeezed his cock and he comes inside you intensely; his whole body twitching and trembling; his breaths choppy, almost matching your own. Mark finally grows to a still, his cock buried deep inside you as he tries to even out his breathing and for his shaking body to become less tense.

He slowly releases his tight grip on the back of your thighs before guiding them on either side of you, your legs falling at the edge of the counter. Your arms that are on his wrists automatically fell on your sides and you can still feel Mark’s length throbbing inside you.

“That was awesome, baby, I came so fucking hard.” He giggles before hauling you up by your arms gently, your breasts slightly clashing with your boyfriend’s naked, wet chest before placing a long, chaste kiss on your lips. You automatically wrapped your arms around his neck and his cock finally softened inside you. He pulls out of you slowly and you whimpered at the lost of contact, and he snickers upon seeing the mess between your thighs.

“Up here, baby, let’s go get cleaned up.” He winks at you and you nodded, too tired to say anything as you drape your tired arms around your boyfriend and he heaves you up from the counter, wrapping your legs around his waist and his arms are holding your hips as he carries you up to the master’s bedroom. You buried your face against Mark’s neck as you close your eyes; breathing in the musky scent of your boyfriend.

“Holy shit.” Mark stopped climbing up the stairs when he sees Jaebum on the hallway, who’s just about to climb down the stairs, looking equally shocked to see the two of you.

“Oh.” Jaebum stared at your limp, naked form in Mark’s arms before gaping at the older boy.

“I thought you’re a burglar; why don’t you turn on the lights?” He whispers and you groaned against Mark’s neck.

“Maaaark! I wanna shower and sleep!!” You whined impatiently and Mark pats your back before going up the stairs. He mouthed a good night and talk to you later at Jaebum before walking past him – going straight to the master’s bedroom.

Looks like Jaebum is going to sleep alone tonight.

FINALLY I’VE MODIFIED THIS SHIT HAHAHAHA I’M QUITE HAPPY WITH THIS NOW LOL I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT TOO!

Part 3

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melodicminho · 8 years ago

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GOT7 Reacting to Accidentally Kissing Their Crush

I’m sorry if you notice that Jaebum and Mark’s reactions were longer than the others ): I was writing at 1:00AM and I had church so the other reactions may be significantly shorter than JB and Mark’s!

I could only see accidental kisses through games and such so I’m sorry that most of these reactions revolve around them!

I hope this reaction is at least considered decent and is realistic enough. (:

JAEBUM:

You two were playing an innocent game of twister because you said you wanted to test his flexibility. He didn’t want to say no to your request since it seemed impolite so obediently, he complied while Youngjae sat to the side to spin the spinner that came along with the game.

Jaebum was feeling a bit nervous before the game even started because he realized that he was going to be super close to you because that’s what twister makes you do, and he was trying his best to brace himself for whenever the time came where he would accidentally brush your hand or shoulder with his fingertips or something.

When the mat was ready, Jaebum was already lowkey sweating.

And so as the game went on, your right foot was on yellow, the left on red, and your hands on blue and green. Your body was positioned diagonally on the mat while Jaebum’s left hand was a green below your right hand and his feet were crossing over each other on yellow and blue.

Whenever Youngjae spun the spinner on Jaebum’s turn, it seemed that his right hand never got chosen to be put on the mat and right now, this boy is struggling to hold himself up with one arm so that he doesn’t fall onto you.

You blow a few strands of hair away from your face and reposition your hands a little so that your palms ache less. You huff weakly, tilting your head up once your neck starts to hurt too. At the same time you moved your head, Jaebum leaned his own head down in your direction so that he could lessen the pain he was feeling in his neck, and by chance - his lips just barely brushed against yours. You were so surprised at the small touch that your body jolted; making you firmly press your mouth against his own before you collapsed underneath him.

Jaebum was shocked by this also and nearly crushed you when he basically leapt onto the other side of your body trying not to fall on your body.

While Youngjae looked at you two with his mouth falling agape, his eyes twinkled with excitement as Jaebum covered his mouth with his hand in horror while you do the same, but out of embarrassment. He cautiously pats your other hand while apologizing profusely with his cheeks reddening when you try to laugh it off with squinted eyes and a bright smile. His breath catches in his throat when you tell him it’s okay.

Your mouth curves into a shy smile and you try to hide your face, but Jaebum being the brusque person he is, gathered up all of his courage and wrapped his fingers around your wrists.

He moved your hands away from your face and carefully - oh so carefully, pressed his lips against yours for another kiss while you melt at his touch, leaving Youngjae to feel awkward in the room. And so he leaves, letting you two share a meaningful moment with only each other.

MARK:

You were hanging out at GOT7’s dorm when they decided they wanted to play a game where there was a punishment for the person who loses. You were chilling on the couch as the guys talked about what kind of game they should play and what kind of punishment there would be while Mark eyed you curiously.

He fiddled with his thumbs before leaning in Junior’s direction, whispering in his ear asking Junior to ask you if you wanted to play the game with them. He scratched his neck awkwardly, looking at you while his friend asked his question for him. You shook your head ‘no’ for an answer and Mark inwardly deflated, but paid attention to the others once the game and punishment seemed to be chosen.

You watched in interest and scooted closer to the circle the boys formed when you heard that the punishment was that the two losers had to give the other a kiss on their cheek. When Jackson opened his mouth and announced that the game they’ll be playing to determine the losers was going to be rock, paper, scissors, you were gone.

Your shoulders slumped forward when you heard what game they were going to play because it just wasn’t intense enough to receive a punishment like that, you had thought.

Obviously, you were wrong, because the next few minutes were spent with you watching the boys screaming intensely at each other as they kept throwing in rock at the same time or paper at the same time. You wondered how they were doing such a thing, since not even one loser had been chosen yet and already five minutes passed. You marveled at the way everybody was losing their composure over such an easy game and you couldn’t help but giggle as sweat began to gather on their foreheads.

You screamed in despair alongside Mark when he was the only one with paper and the others had scissors. Mark hid his face in Junior’s shoulder as he realized he would have to take the punishment and you sympathized with him, though you were quietly giggling to yourself because hey, it’s entertaining.

Another round of rock, paper, scissors ensued and it ended with Jackson having to give Mark a kiss on the cheek. At this point, all the boys needed to get some towels because they were sweating so much from the pressure of the game.

Mark squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. He held onto Junior’s hands with such force that his hands turned white, Jackson flailing his hands around with a dramatic no! as he whined, jumping behind you, his hands on your shoulders. He pushed you towards Mark though you tried your best to resist, but Bam Bam and Yugyeom pulled you by the legs so that you flopped onto your bottom beside Mark on the floor.

Youngjae silently pointed at Mark as he looked at you and then puckered his lips, basically telling you to do the punishment for Jackson.

You don’t even know why you agreed, but you did so with a defeated expression on your face. You turned in Mark’s direction as your heart started to feel like it was going to beat out of your chest and so you puckered your lips just like how Youngjae did and slowly, slowly inched towards Mark’s cheek. Your eyelids began to flutter closed when you got closer, nervously clutching onto the hem of your shirt because you were going to kiss your crush.

Just when your lips were going to brush his cheek, Mark turned his head with a weak “What’s taking you so lo-” before his mouth briefly met yours in a chaste kiss.

Both of you two opened your eyes in surprise as the boys gasped and then screamed as Mark covered his mouth with his index and middle finger, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson. He tucked his chin with his eyebrows furrowed, suddenly rubbing his face and his neck with his hands to cool his skin while you still haven’t registered what happened.

Mark covered his face with his hands then. He tried to hide his shy little smile, but couldn’t, because he looked at you; wondering what your reaction was. He let out a small sigh of relief when he saw you finally reacting the same way he did while the rest of the group clutched their hearts or clapped wildly at the both of you.

JACKSON:

You two were play wrestling when it happened (really it was just Jackson tickling you as you tried to push him off).

The room was filled with loud giggles and screams that were spilling from your mouth. “Give me the remote! Why did you have to pause the video before my part?” Jackson complained as he tried to find the remote to your TV. Unknowingly, the remote was on the floor by the coffee table, but he didn’t notice because he was way too busy tickling your sides because he thought he saw you hide the remote under your body.

Jackson pouted his lips at you, sitting back on his calves and putting his hands on his thighs to give you break. You rest your hand on your chest with a wide grin, your breathing slightly uneven. You enjoy teasing Jackson like this, you think to yourself. You only think this way because you really like the way he clings onto you whenever you tease him.

Your thoughts are cut off when Jackson begins to tickle you again and your body squirms underneath him in a futile attempt to get his hands off of you. He starts to roll off of the couch to bring you down to the floor when he grabs your wrists to keep you from stopping him and eventually you both were on the floor.

Jackson was on top of you, his hands on your wrists pinning them against the floor as gravity nearly pushed him onto you because of the momentum of the fall.

He briefly kissed your lips, but quickly pulled back when he realized what had happened when you two both fell to the floor.

You almost didn’t notice you were kissed because the pain of the fall distracted you a little bit.

Jackson released your wrists in surprise and smiled down at you with rosy cheeks, acting as if nothing had happened. Acting as if you two didn’t kiss. He saw the remote and grabbed it, “I found it. Sorry.” he laughed awkwardly, pulling you back onto the couch before unpausing the video to let his part play.

He couldn’t look at you the whole time and still couldn’t the next day until you gave him a featherlight kiss on his cheek to tell him that it was okay, because you liked the accidental kiss even though it wasn’t exactly ideal. He gave you a shy smile at that though and covered his cheeks with his hands, puckering his lips to see if you would kiss him again.

JUNIOR:

You two kissed when Junior was trying to save you from falling because you tripped over literally nothing. Junior was hanging out at your place, claiming that it was ‘quieter’ at your place than it was back at the dorm, so you couldn’t say no and let him inside.

You were getting a bottle of water from the fridge since you were heating up, and so you got one. Opening the cap from the bottle, you tilted your head back to drink some water, swallowing it down with a refreshed sigh before closing the bottle.

You were shuffling out of the kitchen, going down the hallway that lead to the living room to join Junior on the couch. He was going to pass by you, but you suddenly tripped over air and began to fall backwards for some reason? Or maybe you just lost balance while shuffling, but that’s not the point because Junior had to drop the book he was reading and grab you by your arms, pulling forward with much force which caused you to bump your heads together.

The head butting also caused your lips to press against his -- you know, like in the dramas?

The pain in Junior’s head subsided when he felt something soft touch his lips and when he realized that he was kissing you, his ears started to burn and become red. You were so shocked about what happened that you couldn’t even pull away, so he had to even though he didn’t want to at all.

Awkwardly, he let go of your arms and bent down to pick his book up. His smile was small and shaky so he bit his lip to keep his excitement levels down. He gave you a bow and pinched your reddening cheek before heading into the kitchen himself to take a deep breath and calm his nerves..

YOUNGJAE:

Youngjae rubbed his slightly sweaty palms onto his pant leg and blew out a heavy breath, shaking his hands out as he got ready to play the paper kiss game. Normally, he would be more composed, but he was playing the game with his crush, you. You two were also playing with the rest of the boys, but Youngjae was at the end of the line with you in front of him. That means he’s going to receive the paper from you, and he isn’t sure if he’s ready for that time to come.

The game started with Mark passing the piece of paper to Bam Bam, then to Yugyeom. You waited in anticipation to get the first piece of paper transferred so that at least the game won’t end in vain. Youngjae watched on silently as the paper was either dropped or passed on, and whenever the paper was about to be passed onto you, Youngjae’s breath would catch in his throat, watching you try to receive the paper only to have Jaebum drop it due to him losing his breath.

Youngjae jumped a little on the balls of his feet as you let out a noisy giggle of embarrassment, pressing your palms against either side of your head while waiting for Jaebum to receive the paper again.

Once you have the paper stuck to your mouth, you turn towards Youngjae who starts to lean back when you beckon him closer to you. He lowkey starts to panic once you grasp onto the front of his shirt in desperation because you’re about to lose air and you need to transfer the piece of paper now before the timer runs out.

Once the tips of your fingers brush his jawline, that’s the moment where he decides to take the paper from you.

The only problem is -- you dropped the paper because he took too long and so now his upper lip made contact with your bottom one. By the time you two shared a brief kiss, you were both jolting backward in surprise. Youngjae covered his face with his hands as a booming laugh escaped his mouth, dramatically turning away from you while you’re crouching on the floor with a look of pure shock on your face.

You began to blush and pressed your nose against your knee, Youngjae looking at you through his fingers while the corners of his lips curve into a pleased grin, his cheeks flushing a fair tint of pink as he crouched down beside you, rubbing your back with an elated giggle all the while letting out a mantra of apologies once you gently hit his bicep.

BAMBAM:

You can’t tell for certain if Bam Bam kissed you on purpose or not, but you’ll just say it was an accident since after you both ‘locked lips’ as some people call it, he flopped onto the couch in horror, his hand covering his mouth.

You were just reading a book while listening to music when Bam Bam decided to grab the bag of snacks that was on the other side of you. He tried to lean over your lap since you didn’t answer him when he asked if you could give him something to munch on.

Bam Bam tried to lean over your lap to grab the snacks that seemed further than he originally thought and this was when you turned your head in his direction because you were wondering what he was doing.

You two were still a decent distance away, but it seemed like he didn’t even notice that you were facing him and leaned even further to get the snacks; only to receive an accidental kiss on the lips by you. He stared at you in shock for a couple minutes before shouting with a loud, but nervous laugh as he scooted further away from you. You didn’t really know what to do when Bam Bam was rolling around on the couch, breaking into a fit of giggles as his cheeks flushed out of embarrassment.

YUGYEOM:

You rubbed Yugyeom’s back, trying to laugh off the fact that you two just accidentally kissed when trying to give each other a meaningful hug.

Yugyeom kept apologizing to you with burning red ears, covering his heated cheeks with his cool palms. He gazed at you with wide eyes and then began to laugh out of embarrassment when you told him it was okay even though you were a blushing mess yourself.

His lips pouted while he apologized to you again in which you replied with an unintentionally coy smile, rubbing your arm awkwardly while he swayed from side to side. His smile was incredibly big though, and it seemed that he couldn’t stop giggling over the fact that you two kissed.

You giggled along with him and scuffled your shoes against the floor, seeing that Yugyeom liked the kiss you two shared even though it was an accident and all.

#i think i wrote too much for this reaction im sry #i just couldn't control myseLF #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #got7 reactions #got7 scenarios #im jaebum reactions #mark tuan reactions #jackson wang reactions #park jin young reactions #choi youngjae reactions #bambam reactions #kim yugyeom reactions

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soulmatesjjp · 8 years ago

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TURBULENCE in LA summary

just some stuff before I forget:

When Papa Tuan and the Tuan family walked in, the whole room cheered (they were in my row but not my section)

Papa Tuan and Joey (Mark’s brother) happily took photos with fans in the aisles before the show started and right after it ended

During Q&A, when asked their ideal type, Youngjae paused for a long time saying “ohhh...ohhh...ok you” and pointed to a random aghase

JB said he cried during La La Land and he sang a bit of the OST during Q&A

One of the questions was ‘What was your first impression of the members?’ and Jinyoung said he thought Yugyeom was older than him cus he was so tall

Jinyoung also said Mark was a little dark (skin tone) and that when he first met Jaebum seven years ago he was very quiet and that he’s still quiet but not as much

Jinyoung also said Youngjae was so cute and that they did a hidden camera on Youngjae and he cried

Jinyoung also said BamBam was shorter, signaling chest high, but Jackson said “No, No, No BamBam was here” and signaled to only as high as their knees

Yugbam danced to Juju on that beat together and then we all shouted “Eazzyy!“

Youngjae DOMINATED the song guessing game, he guessed at least 3 songs (including Rewind and Begging on My Knees) and won the game

During the guessing game JB shouted out his name but I guess he said it in a weird way cus then the members started making fun of him saying “JaeBUMM”

Jinyoung used this opportunity to call JB “JaeBUMM-ah” several times

during the punishment for losing the guessing game (where the losers inhaled helium and performed Hard Carry) Jinyoung made JB sing the LaLa Land OST again

Jackson hasn't won any games through the whole tour and Danny Lim the MC made a point to bring it up

JB’s partner’s name was Kat/Cat and she made a claw gesture with her hand so JB would understand

BamBam’s partner was 24 so BamBam made a point to call her ‘Noona’ all sensually (she was so lucky!!)

Before they were about to play the hackey sack game BamBam asked his partner what her name was again and he named their team HollyBam at first then Bamly

Before Holly could play Bam said: “My Queen, go first”

Yugyeom accidentally hit his partner in the chest with the hackey sack toy and she (perfectly) dramatically fell to the floor so Yugyeom had to lift her up

Youngjae’s partner was that one girl in the main title card/thumbnail of this Buzzfeed/GOT7 video

Jinyoung hit the hackey sack 12 times and it was pretty obvious their team was going to win

Jackson was upset at Jinyoung’s score and the fact that he hasn’t won so in the background he grabbed Jinyoung’s hackey sack and threw it at the ground in rebellion

Then along came Mark and his partner and their score was enough to defeat Jinyoung’s team

Mark hugged and lifted his partner when they realized they were going to win

In the background Jinyoung and his partner took Mark’s hackey sack and had turns tossing it to the ground like Jackson had done to theirs earlier

Mark presented the prize to his partner (a bag with a poster and probably other goodies) and even threw in their winning red hackey sack in the bag (idk if they do this often but I thought giving the hackey sack was sweet)

before Mark’s partner could walk off the stage, BamBam called her out for wearing a jacket that had Jackson’s name on the back (I think he said ‘next time wear a different jacket’) and Jackson came to hug her and walked her off the stage

At some point JB took off the top to his outfit and just wore a black hoodie and during two song performances (If You Do and I think Hard Carry) he wore the hood through the first half of the songs and his performance was so extra but he looked like a sith lord

During their ending speeches Mark said he’s really grateful for LA fans cus their support means he gets to come to LA and see his family (he teared up when he mentioned his family)

he also said they hope they can return to LA this year for K-Con or something else

Youngjae said he thinks of LA as his second home

Youngjae pointed to the balcony section and said Elliot Yamin and Sanjoy were there and that he sang and passed JYP auditions with one of his songs and then sang a bit of it, “Wait For You” (a lot of you might recognize the song once you hear it)

somebody gave BamBam a WOLO shirt

At the end of the fanmeet while the boys were taking selfies with fans’ phones, Bambam was taking a selfie video and then Yugyeom came along and put his arm around him and they recorded themselves singing the closing song together YUGBAM

I remember a Jinson moment at some point but I don’t remember what.. Wow I’m really surprised I remembered all this.

#TURBULENCEinLA #TURBULENCE in LA #this is so long and i'm so hungry why didn't i buy food

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yg-got7scenarios · 8 years ago

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Better as Three Part 1 (M)

**GIF NOT MINE

Mini-series.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Characters: Mark Tuan (GOT7) x Im Jaebum (JB, GOT7) x You (OC/Reader)

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst, AU (uhm they’re not GOT7 members ok? lmao)

Length: 3,609 words

Plot: Because of that one rebellious, drunken night, Jaebum and Mark decided to punish you silently by ignoring you and not being affectionate towards you and you are about to burst a nut if this continues.

Warning/s: VERY DETAILED AND GRAPHIC SMUT AS ALWAYS, Poly!Markbum, Polyamorous relationship, Boy to boy smut, Anal sex, Blowjob, Slight exhibitionism, Slightly drunk sex, Threesome in the next chapter/s, etc.

A/N: A mini-series that my potato mind came up with in the middle of the night. This is going to be a 4 part series and I will make sure to finish immediately (haha right). And also, this fic is not in any way related to my first Markbum fic, (Of Dim Lights and Silent Nights) since this is in an AU setting. That’s it and yeah so as always I don’t know how to write non-graphic smut because I am a hoe hahaah. And I’m working on part 2 right away so you won’t need to wait long!!!

10PM.

You checked the wall clock in front of you and sighed heavily. This is the second night that your boyfriends are coming home later than usual.

You know that you had committed a huge mistake that night when you went out with your workmates at your new job despite them being against it. They know how light of a drinker you are and technically your new workmates are still strangers to you, so they do not trust them that much yet. You’ve complained and thrown a tantrum to them saying that you are big enough to handle yourself and they should not treat you as a baby.

However, that night, you ended up being cornered by some stranger in the bar while your workmates are party-ing their asses out, not caring or minding your whereabouts. Luckily, Jaebum, being the more protective of the two boys despite him being the last to enter the relationship, came in just in time when the stranger was about to drag you in his car. He didn’t hesitate to throw a punch at the man despite him being shorter, and the drunkard fell into the ground face first, unconscious.

You were dead drunk and you did know that the two had taken care of you that night, but, the next morning, the two haven’t been talking to you, which makes you think that this is how they are going to punish you for not listening to them. That night too, Mark and Jaebum decided to sleep in the guest room and left you all alone in the master’s bedroom in a huge, king sized bed, and they’ve been sleeping there ever since.

They will purposely leave the house earlier than usual as well so that you won’t catch them when you are about to wake up, and will go home way, way later than their usual coming home time to make sure you are either sleeping already or about to be knocked down by sleep, causing you to have breakfast and dinner on your own.

Tonight though, you are feeling terribly annoyed and lonely with how the boys are treating you, but you sure cannot blame them, you were the one at fault, still, you cannot help but feel frustrated with how they’re treating you. Since both of them are avoiding you, you haven’t had the chance to explain your side or at least apologize for what you did wrong, which makes the situation even worse.

Also, you cannot deny that you miss them to hell. You miss cuddling with them to sleep, waking up to them every morning and the three of you would have breakfast, then dinner at night either at home or outside, that will sometimes lead to some really hot sex after. You miss just talking to them or just sit with them on the couch while watching some mindless TV, or in the car when either one of them would drive you to and from work.

You wanted to put an end to your misery so even though you’re going to have a fairly early morning tomorrow, you decided to stay awake and wait for them in the living room until they get home, hoping that the cup of coffee and a book you have in hand would help you keep your eyes open.

When the clock hits 11PM you’ve heard the familiar sound of the passcode being successfully entered through the system as well as the voices of the two men whom you’ve been sharing the apartment for almost a year. However, your eyes widened in shock when you’ve heard a body being thrashed against the wall of the foyer and a loud groan was heard right after. Wait a minute, are your boyfriends seriously fighting right now?

You were about to stand up and check what in hell is going on with Mark and Jaebum, however, you were frozen on your feet when you saw them walking towards the living room, their arms wrapped around each other and their lips locked, devouring each others’ mouths hungrily. You just stared at them and you gasped slightly when Jaebum roughly pushed Mark against the couch beside you.

Mark licks his lower lip before spreading his legs wider and Jaebum smirks before getting on top of the other boy, sealing their lips in another round of heated kiss, grabbing the older’s nape when he slips his tongue inside his mouth, dominating the kiss easily while Mark’s hands are tangled on the copper locks of the younger man. Mark wraps his legs around his boyfriend before pulling him against his crotch roughly and the sound that left the two males sent a dull ringing on your ears and you know what they are about to do next.

“S-Seriously?” You stared at your boyfriends and rolled your eyes a bit before biting your lower lip. Them not talking to you at all is already enough punishment, but them making out and about to have sex in front of you and not even considering your presence is torture, and all you wanted to is to drop kick them on their faces or balls.

Extreme jealousy and anger run through your veins when the two didn’t stop despite you shouting at them, moreover, they are starting to undress each other, their work jackets and dress shirts being thrown at the ground in front of you.

“Yah! Mark, Jaebum, you two better stop right now! This is unfair!” You grabbed one of the throw pillows on the couch before slyly throwing it at them, but Mark was quick to dodge it and Jaebum just looked at you blankly before rolling his eyes, momentarily stopping their make-out session before dropping his head on Mark’s neck, licking and kissing the column of the older man’s throat and Mark lets out a beautiful groan before his hands travelled downwards, cupping Jaebum’s bulge and Jaebum smirks against his neck before lifting his head to look at his boyfriend, running his thumb over his red lips before kissing his nose and it all becomes too much to take for you.

“Fuck you, the two of you!!” You shouted angrily before stomping your feet towards the stairs, taking the longer way around because you don’t want to walk past them and see them eat each others’ faces out and you made sure to take heavy and loud footsteps when you reached the stairs, showing the two how frustrated and angry you are at the situation.

You might not know it but your boyfriends are actually quite drunk and so high in lust with each other because of their constant teasing in the bar where they had decided to let time pass, still a way of punishing you.

Mark had seen you when he enters the mud room and wanted to start talking to you already but Jaebum is being stubborn and still insisted on ignoring you, and prolly giving you a show too when he backs Mark up against the nearest wall. ‘Til then, Mark and Jaebum had mindlessly forgotten about your presence, even though they had seen you on the couch just a step away from where they’ve chosen to make out.

Both of Mark’s and Jaebum’s pants are now off and Jaebum is now kissing his way down Mark’s chest, running his tongue over one nipple while his hand is busy feeling the other boy’s tensing stomach muscles. Jaebum switched sides and gave Mark’s other nipple the same treatment.

“J-Jae please.” Mark’s deep, croaky voice went straight to Jaebum’s dick and he look up to his lover before biting his lower lip. His mouth travelled downwards and began sucking light bruises on each of Mark’s abs, painting the older boy’s pale skin with purple and red marks until he reaches the top of the other male’s boxers. Jaebum runs his tongue over the obvious outline of Mark’s dick against the thin cotton material and he giggles when it twitched against his wet muscle.

“You’re hard and angry, baby.” Jaebum mutters before finding the obstructed head of the older’s cock, swirling his tongue against it through the fabric and Mark moans.

“Fuck yes, so start doing something about it.” Mark groans impatiently before tugging on Jaebum’s hair, rolling his hips against the slow movements of the younger’s tongue against his aching head.

“So impatient.” Jaebum chuckles before grabbing the hem of Mark’s boxers; tugging on it and Mark lifted his hips to help him drag the undergarment to the floor. Jaebum grabs the other male’s erection before thumbing the precum on the tip, spreading the thick liquid all the way down to the base.

“G-God, that’s it baby.” Mark moans when Jaebum encloses the tip of his cock inside his hot mouth, his tongue swirling hardly against the bulbous head before sucking on it while pushing the older boy’s hips against the couch, trapping Mark against it so that he won’t be able to move his hips.

“Damn it.” Mark let out a heavy sigh when Jaebum pulls out before licking his length from the base slowly, taking his sweet time and he licks even slower and harder at the slit. Mark is starting to lose patience but his complaint went down the drain when Jaebum engulfs half of his dick in one go before taking him all the way in, the sudden change in pace making Mark’s thighs tremble beneath his boyfriend’s tight grip, his back arching against the couch, not being able to hold back the sinful moan that left his dry throat.

“F-fuck Jaebum, holy shit.” Jaebum holds him in, continuously dropping his head to take more of Mark’s dick in his cavern until the tip of his tall nose hits Mark’s happy trail, bless his lack of gag reflex. Jaebum coughs and swallows around Mark’s throbbing cock and lets go of Mark’s hips and the older’s reaction is automatic, he started to push his hips up, the tip of his cock hitting the back of Jaebum’s throat before pulling out of him slowly, the intense, lustful gaze of the copper-haired man making his knees wobble.

Mark started to move his hips and fuck Jaebum’s mouth at a steady pace, his abs contracting immensely and his hand is holding his boyfriend’s head in place.

“Ugh, shit, damn it that’s so good.” Mark groaned breathlessly when Jaebum sucks on the tip of his girth harshly, hollowing his cheeks to draw out the life out of Mark’s angry dick. He pulls away before throwing Mark a smug grin before grabbing his erection, pumping it rigidly and steadfastly, making Mark’s back to permanently arch against the couch and his fingers to dig deep against the fluffy covers.

“I-I’m so close, Jaebum, please.” Mark’s head fall back the throw pillow and his eyes loll at the back of head when he felt his orgasm about to consume him whole, the expert, familiar movements of Jaebum’s hand sending him to complete overdrive.

When he thought he was about to lose it, Jaebum’s hand stilled before unwrapping it around his stiff dick and he whined at the loss of contact. He lifted his head to look at Jaebum and the boy has this impish grin plastered on his handsome face.

“Why did you stop?” Mark complains and Jaebum hovers him before placing a chaste kiss on his lips, wiping the sweat that beaded on his boyfriend’s forehead.

“It is always better if I have you cumming while I fuck your tight ass, baby.” Jaebum licks Mark’s lips and his deep voice sent chills run down Mark’s spine and he bites his lower lip before wrapping his arms around Jaebum’s neck.

“Well, better do it now then, do you have lube?” Mark asks and Jaebum lets out a loud laugh before smirking and Mark raised his eyebrow in question.

“What’s with that look on your face, Jaebum?” Mark furrows his eyebrows further and Jaebum kept a tight grip on Mark’s behind before pushing him against his chest, lifting him up with ease and Mark let out a high pitched squeal before tangling his legs around Jaebum’s wide hips.

“The lube is in the room; and it will be better to fuck on the bed, right?”

You lay on your side on the bed, trying to catch some sleep and to escape this frantic night.

You still cannot believe that your boyfriends had totally ignored you while they make out. I mean, yes, you’ve seen them have sex and make out a couple of times, but they will only do it if you either request it, with your consent, or with you involved in the whole fucking process.

But tonight, you are literally in front of them and they didn’t even look at you when they came in, they just proceeded in kissing the hell out of each other as if they weren’t together outside after work hours.

You whined, shouted, kicked the bed sheet and blankets off of you before punching on the pillow next to you, cursing the two men on the living room, cursing them for having fun without you and punishing you ‘til you’re on the edge. You didn’t know that there are tears in your eyes already so you quickly wiped them away before lying down on the bed again, draping the blankets above you before closing your eyes, hoping for sleep to finally visit you so that you can forget this night all in all.

Just when you’re about a step away from actually falling asleep, the door of the master’s bedroom opened and the shrilling sound of Mark’s laugh echoed through the four corners of the room and your eyes shot open.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

You removed the blanket from your head to be welcomed by the naked boys yet again. You bounced a few times from the bed when Jaebum drops Mark beside you and it’s like dejavu. You just stared at them one more time and they weren’t fazed by your presence just as expected. Jaebum immediately straddled the older boy after he takes out a bottle of lube from the bedside table before locking his lips with your boyfriend and a loud gasp left your lips.

“HEY!” You shouted loudly and Mark turned to look at you but he lets out a gasp when Jaebum inserted his finger inside his boyfriend’s ass, demanding his attention back from you and you ran a hand through your hair before fisting the blanket that covers your body. You normally find it hot and sexy when your boys make love to each other, though right now you’re more angry than aroused.

However, now that the boys are closer to you and they’re both naked, you can smell a tinge of alcohol from their mouths and bodies, with a little bit of smoke as well and it finally dawned on you that the boys are either drunk or tipsy, so you wouldn’t really stand a chance in case you want to throw a fit.

“Aish! You’re going to regret doing this to me, you idiots!” With that being said, you jumped off of the bed before making your way towards the door.

However, even before you can step out of the room, a broken cry ripped off of Mark’s throat when Jaebum shoved his erect, lube-coated cock inside Mark’s asshole, stilling and filling him to hilt until he’s balls deep. You didn’t spare a glance back before you went out of the room; slamming the door shut behind you, making your way towards the guest room across the master’s bedroom, hoping that the two wouldn’t be too loud so that you can at least get some sleep.

“You’re so tight, Mark, fuck.” Jaebum breathed against Mark’s neck while his hands are massaging the older man’s sides, hoping to make him relax under his touch.

“Move when you felt alright, okay?” Jaebum mumbles against Mark’s lips and Mark’s breaths are choppy, his walls burning and squeezing Jaebum’s cock tightly and he grips his shoulders before rocking his hips slowly, his hole slowly adjusting to the younger’s length. Jaebum kisses him until Mark had fully adjusted; the movements of his hips increasing in speed and Jaebum clenches his teeth.

“Fuck.” Mark groans and digs his nails against Jaebum’s shoulders when he thrusted violently, making the older of the two jerk from the bed. Jaebum pulls out of Mark before plunging back in deeper and harder, his thick thighs quivering with how tight Mark is swallowing and milking his cock. Jaebum soon fell into a steady, yet punishing pace, keeping a tight hold of Mark’s hips as he plunges through and through, hitting that one spot inside Mark that made the other’s toes curl.

“D-Don’t stop, right there, fuck Jae.” Mark’s head fell back against the pillows and Jaebum groans when Mark clenches his walls around him, his thrusts not missing a beat.

“Fuck, if you keep doing that, I won’t last a second.” Jaebum bites the thin skin of top of Mark’s gorgeous collarbone and being the little tease he is, Mark clenches harder when Jaebum pushed his cock back in before wrapping his arms around the younger’s neck, pressing their lips together in a bruising kiss.

Jaebum somehow managed to get a hold of the lube next to him while he is busy fucking and kissing Mark and he squeezed some of it in his hands before grabbing Mark’s bouncing erection, flicking his wrist just the way the older wants it and Mark digs his sharp teeth against Jaebum’s lower lip.

“What, do you like that?” Jaebums asks breathlessly as he continues delivering hard thrusts along with his tight and fast grip on Mark’s dick. Mark couldn’t mutter any coherent words, not with the way Jaebum is making him feel. His mouth is dry with how much he is groaning, but he doesn’t mind, he loves the feeling of being filled up by his boyfriend. Though this could be even better if you are involved, but he knows that Jaebum is still upset with you and partly the reason why the two of them are doing this is to punish you.

“I-I’m cumming, Jae, shit, shit.” He archs his back against Jaebum’s hard chest and rakes his short nails over the expanse of Jaebum’s chiseled back when Jaebum continues to plough in to him and jack him off.

“Cum for me, Mark. Let go, baby.” And Mark did. The only sounds that you can hear from him are his groans and multiple “uh-uhs” when his orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks; blinding his eyesight with white spurts and his body to shudder beneath the slightly younger man. He can feel his hot cum splaying over the expanse of his wet stomach and chest as Jaebum continues to fuck him through his orgasm.

Mark held Jaebum close to him by wrapping his legs around his waist and digging his nails against the younger’s impressive backside.

“M-Mark, I’m cumming.” Jaebum growls, delivering a few more harsh thrusts inside Mark, biting the insides of his mouth before pulling out of him, pumping his cock aggressively before his white seeds spill out of his slit, his grip on the Mark’s thighs bruising as he continues to fuck his hand before grabbing Mark’s sensitive dick, enclosing both of their dicks inside his large palm, riding out both of their highs and spilling the last of his cum over Mark’s stomach and dick.

When Jaebum finally recovers, he stood up and went to the bathroom, grabbing a wet towel before retreating to the bed, wiping the semen off of Mark’s body, cleaning him up and Mark mouths a thank you while his eyes are closed. Once Jaebum is done cleaning him up, he lies on the bed next to Mark with his arms and legs spread wide like a starfish, almost mirroring the older’s current position.

“She looks really pissed off at us though; you think she’ll throw a fit soon?” Mark mutters breathlessly and Jaebum grunts – making the older burst into a fit of giggles.

“I’m sure she had already learned her lesson, Bum-ie.” Mark scooted closer to Jaebum and the younger sighs heavily before wrapping an arm around his hyung’s limp form.

“I don’t know, I’m still pissed off, she needs to suffer for being a brat.” He murmurs as he buries his face against the older hair, inhaling the minty scent of his shampoo.

“Alright, but I will start talking to her in the morning, I miss her already.” Mark pulls away from his boyfriend before pecking his lips.

“Whatever; do what you want.” Jaebum snorts and Mark giggles heartily; ruffling Jaebum’s just-fucked hair before standing up.

“Where are you going?” Jaebum calls out for him a little too loudly before he sits up from the bed and Mark stared at him in confusion.

“I’m taking a shower. Why?” He asks before grabbing one of the towels from the bed side table.

“N-nothing,-“ He wets his dry lips. “Don’t take too long, I’m going to shower too.” He mumbles before sinking in to the sheets until he hears the sound of the water from the shower hitting the floor.

Jaebum thinks deeply, he misses you too and he kind of felt bad that him and Mark had ignored you the last few nights.

Mark, on the other hand, is already thinking of surprising you the next day and he smiles to himself as he cleans himself, already happy by the fact that he’ll get to talk to you again in less than 24 hours.

I got a bit overboard yet a-fucking-gain so I am so so so sorry! Literally I have zero control over Markbum I can go all the fucking way tbh

Part 2

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