#Jk Will is my precious boy I love him

[lupisspiss]

Hannibal Lecter, everybody!

Yes, he is sexy, yes, he is a cannibal, I see no contradictions here

Would smooch his sly little face and honestly if he bit off my tongue (book reference boyss) that's fair game and I deserve it

Not amazing quality, and it's hard to see the shading but but like maybe I'll take a better picture tomorrow

[aonokumura]

I hate him so much sometimes

[sparklingwatermelo]

Cut out from ‘Harry potter the boy who survives’!

“Harry…my dear boy, I left you with them because it was the safest option. I love you and i wanted to put you in the safest place possible.” Dumbledore says in a level tone, blue eyes twinkling in the candle light, hands clasped together loosely in front of him.

Love. What a funny thing, Harry thinks to himself. Love is what made his mum and papa sacrifice themselves to save him. They died because they loved him. Dumbledore says he loves him, that he left Harry to the Dursleys, because of love.

Harry is struggling to understand it, how can he possibly even try? Lack of Love can break a person to much of it can kill? Why do people seek Love? Why does it seem to be the sole cause of his problems?

Love. He wonders if he’s capable of it, is it possible for someone like him? Harry doesn’t think so.

Love. Maybe it means different things to different people? For Dumbledore Loving Harry meant breaking him. For his parents it meant giving him the chance to keep living even though they would be dead.

Love… Harry doesn’t like it very much.

[jueuko]

Wild Link from Linked Universe! draw from this exact scene because he's my favorite.

[vngelicc]

e s p r e s s o

⋆ TAGS — boxer!jk, he’s a fanboy, pouty jkkkkkk, oc’s a idol, sugar daddy elements, fluffy, rom-com vibess, jk’s secretly a little sub who loves praise, praise kinks, making love, jealous!jk, possessive!jk, rough sex, pussy-eating, unprotected sex, creampies, very light dirty talk, oc’s a tease, jk just loves oc, some violence (nothing serious jk punches a guy), oc’s a pillow princess, mainly dom!jk, subby!oc who is a menace, jk is super protective and a good bf, he beats someone up for you, tit play

⋆ WORD COUNT — 14.6 k

Jeon Jungkook was many things—charismatic, “lover boy”, charming—but the biggest one of all: a pain in the ass (for Yoongi). Jungkook was the type of guy to do whatever he wanted WHEN he wanted.

The kid had a strong backbone, Yoongi will give him that but it was an absolute nightmare dealing with the press for someone like Jungkook. Yoongi can count on his fingers how many times Jungkook’s gotten into heat for his loud ass mouth. Sometimes not all publicity was necessary whether it was good or bad in Yoongi’s opinion (not that anyone’s ever asked).

“Where is he? That little shit–” Yoongi growls behind gritted teeth as he storms through the gym towards the private training room Jungkook usually practiced in.

He slams the door open and locks eyes with his target, “There you are–!”

Jungkook stops in his tracks and turns around in surprise, “Hyung?” He’s confused as fuck because he’s been behaving himself lately, sooo what did he do now? “Yoongi hyung—ow! What the hell was that for?”

“How many times did I tell your ass to keep your little flings under the radar? I told you: if you’re gonna be fooling around with people do it on the down low but no, you just gotta fucking let the world know huh?” Yoongi seethes, literally trembling with rage from where Jungkook stands.

Jungkook makes a confused noise, “But I didn’t–”

“Then, what. The. Fuck. Is this?” Yoongi slaps his phone in Jungkook’s face, on it there’s some tweet with an article linked to it.

Jungkook squints his eyes mumbling under his breath as he reads the tweet out loud, “..Idol l/n y/n caught in a dating scandal with infamous boxer Jeon Jungkook–what’s the big deal though, everyone usually ignores these types of things.”

Yoongi looks like he wants to scream, “Kid you realize you’re a celebrity right?” Nod. “Okay, and she’s a celebrity too right?” Nod. “So why in the FUCK wouldn’t this be a big deal? I mean, it’s not like we’re not talking about the nation’s ‘sweetheart’ here, the country’s fucking pride and joy.” He really needs a fucking smoke right now.

“Hyung it’s just a fucking rumor she probably doesn’t even care or know about it, I don’t see why you’re stressing out. Not like I know her either,” Jungkook carelessly says as he throws a few punches at the bag, “you’re gonna end up bald with how you’re stressing right now.”

Yoongi takes a deep breath, in, out, in, out. “Because, idiot,” emphasis on the idiot, “this shit is getting out of control, you have any idea how many fucking news outlets are talking about this? For fucks sake the entire country is in shambles cause their ‘precious’ y/n is supposedly dating some lowlife boxer, no biggie really it’s not like I haven’t been getting threats either over this little stunt of yours.” He glares.

Jungkook lets out an exasperated sigh as he stops in his tracks, “Hyung I didn’t do anything, so fucking what if I posted a pic with my photocard, it’s MY photocard! Don’t her fans do that shit too, so why is it a problem that I do it too?”

“Because people think you’re dating now! They think you’re soft launching her or something!” Yoongi tugs at his hair, “You realize if people find out you fucked with her just to get in her bed they’re gonna lose it and not just on her but you mainly. You want a fucking witch hunt out for you? Because you know damn well they love her more than you.”

“Ouch.” Jungkook grumbles petulantly.

“No, ouch, use your fucking brain think about the damage you’ll take all because you wanted to fuck their little princess.” Yoongi glares.

Jungkook’s almost offended that Yoongi would think of him like that. Sure he had his fair share of groupies and models but Jungkook wasn’t a complete asshole about it! He had feelings too, he’s not sorry that he was fucking casually like any other normal person who was looking to unwind. It also isn’t his fault that they labeled him a playboy.

In the eyes of the public Jungkook was a menace as there were rumors of him knocking models up and cheating on the girls he’s ever gotten spotted with. Everyday he woke up and there was something new that came out whether it was him “dating” or his flings coming out to talk about their one night stands.

Needless to say he didn’t have the best public image.

“Okay let me stop you there, I’m not after her for sex or anything. If you really want to know, I'm actually interested in her. I wanna get to know her some more and take things further y’know?” He huffs and wipes the sweat off his brow with his shirt.

Yoongi scoffs, “Yeah right, I’ll believe it when I see it.” As he finishes his sentence the door opens and Namjoon pops in with Seokjin, the two team members hauling in some duffle bags in tow.

“What’s going on? The hell Yoongi look so red for?” Namjoon huffs as he drops the bag gracelessly, “Jungkook what did you do now?” He clicks his tongue in disappointment, tutting him like a misbehaved child.

Jungkook’s mouth drops open, this traitor! He’s supposed to be on his side, not Yoongi’s. Seokjin interrupts with a loud cackle, “What didn’t he do?” Another traitor! Jungkook can’t believe this, his own hyungs against him.

“Long story short Romeo over here is in a dating scandal—not with just anybody though, fucking l/n y/n. Y’know, the poster child.” Yoongi spits harshly, shooting Jungkook another pissy look while he’s at it.

Namjoon’s mouth drops open in shock, Seokjin actually looks pretty terrified too which is funny because if only he could see the face he’s making right now.

“No way you’re insane for that, shit good luck with the press because they don’t play about their little popstar.” Namjoon manages to utter once the shock passes.

Jungkook glares, “I didn’t do anything! They’re mad I’m showing off my photocard, I bet you that they’re jealous because they don’t have this one.” He huffs and thrusts his phone out to show them his phone case.

“What exactly did you do?” Seokjin laughs.

“Nothing! I posted a mirror pic and I didn’t expect a bunch of crazies to over analyze shit and spot the photocard. Not like it’s MY fault people make up narratives and shit.” Jungkook rolls his eyes and tucks his phone away safely in his pocket, “But you know what, just wait and see.”

“Wait and see what?” Namjoon snorts in amusement.

“Hyung doesn’t believe me but I’m serious about her, I’m gonna ask her out and from there maybe talk and get to know each other. One thing for sure she’s gonna be my girl unless she slaps me in the face and tells me to leave her alone or somethin,” Jungkook grins as he elbows his still pissed off manager.

Seokjin looks at him with a shit-eating grin, “Sure let me know how that ends up going for you.”

Jungkook purses his lips, “You’ll see..”

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They end up in Miami for a boxing match Jungkook has pending but his opponent ended up coming down with something so it got canceled. Now Jungkook has no clue what to do for an entire week and it doesn’t help that he’s jet lagged, hungry, and tired. Not a good combination.

“Did they say when the match will be back on?” Jungkook mumbles boredly from his spot on the lounge chair in his hotel. He’s slumped over scrolling down his phone looking at random shit on his feed.

“Hard to tell Kook, apparently the guy’s really sick and can barely get outta bed or somethin’. They said it was better to wait it out for a week and see what happens with him.” Yoongi sighs deeply, “Fuck, just our luck too.”

Jungkook nods in agreement, “What do we do now hyung? Do we go back or..?”

Yoongi takes a seat on the opposite side of him with a shrug, “Dunno, do whatever you want since the match is canceled. Me and Joon gotta stay back to talk with the event organizers and shit.”

He goes quiet for a few moments before sitting up, “Oh wait there’s an award show going on right now, they sent me an invite for you but I don’t know if you wanna go or not.”

“Award show?” Jungkook makes a face but what other shit does he have to do? It’s not like he’s got a match anymore anyways, maybe the after party will be cool or something. “I guess, why do they want me there?”

“Appearances for the press—you know, the usual.” Yoongi hums.

Jungkook’s lips are pursed as he looks around deep in thought. DOES he wanna go? It’s not like this would be the first time they’ve asked him to make an appearance but Jungkook doesn’t really like these types of things. Red carpets and interviews are so tedious and time consuming.

Wait—

“Hyung!” He suddenly gasps, “Holy shit—pass me my suit.” He says as he bolts away into the bathroom.

Yoongi looks at him in confusion, “What..kid what the hell are you on?” He snorts, “Don’t tell me you’re excited to go to this thing.” Nonetheless he still takes out Jungkook’s suit for him and lays it on the bed.

“No you don’t understand,” Jungkook cuts off as he splashes his face with water, “y/n is probably gonna be there!”

“y/n—Jungkook really?” Yoongi groans, “I thought you were playing around last time, I didn’t think you were actually serious about it.”

Jungkook holds back his whine, “Hyung you always think I’m playing around, why isn’t anyone taking me seriously about her! I swear I have good intentions.”

“I dunno, maybe cause you have a habit of sleeping with anything that walks and looks pretty to you. Or maybe the fact that you’ve done this before. Should I remind you of that one model from Cancun?” Jungkook pouts, “Or the bartender chick from LA?” His pout deepens, “Or the girl from Paris?”

“Okay I get it!” Jungkook grumbles, “But this time I’m serious hyung, more than I ever been about someone—especially her.” He says with a sigh while changing out of his clothes and into the suit Yoongi laid out for him.

Yoongi sighs deeply, “Look all I’m saying is to be careful how you go about this, it’s a lot at stake right now not just because of you being involved with her but the fact that the public has their opinions about you already as it is.”

Jungkook appreciates the sentiment but he doesn’t need anyone to approve or disagree about his feelings. The public didn’t deserve any explanations over what Jungkook chooses to do with his life, he’s here to fight and that’s it. Not to be anyone’s marionette or dress-up doll.

“I know hyung, thanks.” He smiles back and slips his blazer on, “I’ll text you later on and tell you what happens.” Yoongi doesn’t reply verbally rather with a low grunt, “See ya.” Jungkook says with a final grin and heads out of the room down to the main lobby and into a car Yoongi had waiting for him.

On the way to the venue he checks out the award show on Instagram, he sees a lot of people he recognizes and a few new faces. His eyes scan over the page eagerly in hopes of seeing you on there. Are you performing tonight? Were you already there on the red carpet? Oh he bets you look absolutely divine tonight (you always do).

“Yes!” He says a bit too loudly startling his driver in the process as he sheepishly apologizes.

Jungnkook finally comes across a post about you and he reads over the caption with an excited hum, biting his lip when he sees that you are performing after all. He’s getting a mean adrenaline rush right now like the ones he usually gets before his matches. Just thinking about how he’s gonna get to meet you tonight is getting him all worked up. He wonders if you’ll even give him the time of day.

Only one way to find out.

.

“Jeon over here!”

“Jeon, look here!”

“Jeon, is it true you and y/n are dating?” Jungkook makes a point to ignore this and act like he didn’t hear it even though he’s screaming on the inside.

The red carpet’s full of singers and models, the fans are screaming and reporters keep getting in his damn way as he tries to make his way through the crowd. Of course he stops for a picture or two with a fan, poses for the paparazzi too but he’s not concerned with them right now. He knows he must look a little lost with the way he keeps looking around like he’s trying to find something (yeah, you).

Jungkook almost frowns like a child who didn’t get their way once he sees you’re not anywhere in sight. You probably already headed inside which sucks cause he really wanted to see you beforehand since it was probably arranged seating in there. At this rate he won’t be able to even say hi–

“Oh shit, my bad.” Jungkook says when he bumps into someone behind him. He turns around to apologize properly when his heart fucking stops. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod—it’s you.

You look up at him with those dreamy eyes of yours, face scrunched up cutely (your lips pouty) in confusion as you tilt your head up (UP!) to look at him, “Um, you’re stepping on my dress.” Even your voice is so prettyyy.

“Sorry my fault,” Jungkook steps back and kneels down to fix the rumpled state he left it in, vaguely aware of the fast flashing (the paparazzi must be eating this up), “lemme make it up to you though.” He says once he comes back up.

You tilt your head, “And how would you do that?”

“I’ll buy you a new dress.” Jungkook’s dead serious too, if you asked him to buy you a whole house he’d do it in a heartbeat. Take everything at this point—have it.

“And who said I want you to buy me things?” You muse softly.

Jungkook chuckles softly and leans down to talk in your ear because the crowd’s getting louder and it’s hard to talk to you, “Don’t be like that, if you let me take you out I’ll show you all the things I can buy you.” He murmurs low, voice husky.

You tilt your head to look at him, eyes dropping down to his lips and then back up as a coy smile plays at your soft lips, “You’re funny.” You pat his cheek with a soft manicured hand and walk away.

His heart nearly skips a damn beat when you do that. Oh he swears he can still feel your soft hand sliding over his cheek when you walked away from him like the little tease you were. He doesn’t know how long he stands there until he gets moving, a stupid grin on his face the entire time as he replays the moment over and over again in his head.

Jungkook’s not gonna lie, this little cat and mouse game that just started has him eager for more. He’s so getting your number by the end of the night, call him delusional but he swears you’re digging him too with the way you checked him out just now.

He spends the entire night throwing a few sneaky glances your way, hell when you got on stage to perform he nearly folded then and there. Everything about it—sultry gaze, soft husky voice, and sensual body rolls—was perfect. Jungkook don’t even care that people are watching him ogle you in 4K, he doesn't bother to hide the fact that he likes what he’s seeing right now.

To make things worse you pass by his seat and shoot him a dazzling little smile, waving your fingers coyly at him which makes the people go wild. Oh he’s in love. Jungkook makes a point in looking for you afterwards at the afterparty. You’re changed out of your outfit from earlier, now in a pretty babydoll and your little Prada loafers.

When he makes eye contact you shoot him a smile, “Thought I’d wear something you can’t step on again.”

Jungkook snorted softly, “I already told you, I dunno why you’re being stubborn, quit playing and let me take you out already.” He says smoothly and wraps his arm around your waist, surprised that you don’t push him off or anything.

You look him up and down with a soft hum, “Mmmm I’m kinda in the mood for some paella.”

“Then let’s go.” Jungkook’s ready, he will literally drop everything to get you some paella.

“Not from here though, I hear it’s way better in Spain.” You wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him down so he’s eye level with you, “So unless you’re willing to take me to Spain, I’m not going anywhere.”

Jungkook licks his lips, “Fuck it, let’s go.” He starts leading you away, peeping the way you look surprised, “What?” He laughs.

“You’re serious, right now?” Once you recover from the initial shock you smile at him with a quiet giggle, “You’re crazy.”

Oh he just adores that cute eye-smile of yours, “Let’s get you some paella yeah?”

It’s a nine hour flight you both impulsively leave on with no bags, didn’t even tell your managers, and only your phones and wallets. No one questions when Jeon Jungkook walks through first class hand in hand with you trailing close by, you’re even wearing his blazer over your shoulders because you complained about how chilly it was.

Jungkook’s smiling like an idiot the entire time he’s sitting with you in the first class cabin. You don’t seem to mind how touchy he is so he keeps an arm over your shoulder so you’re pressed close to his side. He nearly screams when you lay your head on his shoulder and doze off into a peaceful slumber.

You left Miami around one in the morning and got to Madrid at nine with Jungkook booking you two a room at the infamous Four Seasons hotel. You knock out with him for a few more hours until you’re complaining about your paella.

“Hurry up, I'm starving and you promised me my paella.” You grumble and poke at his face.

“Yeah, yeah I’m awake.” Jungkook murmurs calmly as he rolls out of the bed to make himself presentable.

Jungkook feels like he’s in a dream right now, god this better not be because the sight of you looking so happy in front of him while eating your beloved paella is one for the books. Your little brunch date turns into a shopping date because you complain you don’t wanna be wearing clothes from yesterday since the two of you decided to stay in Spain for the weekend.

He has a goofy smile on his face as he swipes, taps, and inserts his black card at different stores you drag him to. He lets you spend his money how you want to, relishing in the way the BVLGARI store worker’s eyes nearly bulge out of their head when Jungkook pays for a forty-eight thousand wrist watch, all for you.

“Doesn’t it look pretty?” You grin softly while holding your wrist out to him.

Jungkook gently takes your hand in his and admires the watch, “Perfect, really suits you.” He grins softly as he thanks the employees and heads out with you to another store to see what you find.

By the time Sunday comes Jungkook’s spent well over one-hundred grand on you but does he care? No, not really because he did say he’d show you all the things he’d buy you. Jungkook doesn’t wanna go back to Miami but Yoongi’s bitching at him to go back because apparently his opponent got better and the match was back on and set for Tuesday the earliest.

“Let me make you mine already.” He finds himself mumbling low in your ear as he tugs you into a loose hug, not caring that you two were standing in the middle of the airport about to board different flights back (of course he pays for your first class ticket home).

You look up at him with coy eyes and a soft little smile on your glossy lips, god he just wants to kiss the fuck out of you but he doesn’t because you haven’t give him the okay for anything past non-sexual intimacy which he’s fine with because he does wanna take time to get to know you.

His breath hitches when your finger comes up to trace over his lips gently, “Cute.” You don’t say anything else and walk away after the intercom announces your flight. You leave him standing there in the middle of the airport, dreamier than ever but sadly it’s cut short by his phone ringing.

“Where the hell are you?” Yoongi growls.

“Calm down hyung, I’m boarding in a few minutes.” Jungkook sighs as he rolls his eyes, “I got so much shit to tell you.” He smirks to himself and begins walking.

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Sometime into the next week when Jungkook lands back in Korea he asks for your number through Instagram. He’s kinda surprised you gave it to him instead of dodging him like before, nonetheless he’s happy and giddy about it. He quite literally looks like a schoolgirl kicking her feet in bed texting her crush, that’s how he feels like right now.

You’re a quick texter which he likes and you don’t seem to mind him spamming so that’s even better. Jungkook spends his week giggling over dumb shit (it’s not) you say which has Seokjin making fun of him for it, which speaking of them they still couldn’t believe Jungkook pulled you.

“No way let me see.” Seokjin had demanded, “You’re lying, she would never, she looks like she has standards.” Jungkook can’t tell if he’s jealous or something, maybe he’s a secret stan too who knows.

Jungkook long established he was down bad for you ages ago but this just took the cake, a whole new level of simping. It starts when Jungkook decides to post a training video of him boxing/training, he goes viral and trends for a week because in the background he’s playing one of your songs. He’s got a shit ton of people calling him a “girly pop” or “cunty boxer” but most tell him he knows what’s up.

He doesn’t know but by him doing that it opens a new door to your developing relationship because you start asking him to do things for you. It starts with you telling him to change his profile picture with a pic from your latest comeback (he gets made fun of by your fans but he doesn’t care).

Then you make him tweet: “stream y/n for clear skin” while promoting your music video through him (again he’s a laughing stock). The nail in the coffin is when you prettily request him to wear a shirt from your merch collection after one of his boxing matches.

“Oh my god.” Yoongi says with his mouth dropped open in shock as Jungkook steps out of the backroom wearing a baby pink t-shirt with your face all over it, the cameras flash like crazy and reporters yell out a slew of different questions.

Jungkook runs around carefree in his little pink shirt posing for the cameras and grinning like an idiot because he knows you’re probably at home watching this. Yoongi asks him why he does these things and Jungkook just shrugs, he likes the praise you give him for doing everything you ask him to. He knows it’s light-hearted fun and you’d never do anything to humiliate him intentionally, if you’re happy then that’s all that matters.

jk: did u see me tonight?

y/n <3: yess lol can’t believe you actually did itttt

you looked super cute too, you should wear more shirts with my face on them.

jk: mayyybeeee you can come to one of my matches? don’t u think i earned it?

y/n <3: when is it?

Jungkook damn nearly yells out in excitement, he’s literally shaking as he types out a fast response like you’re about to change your mind or something. He sends you the time and day for it, promising front row seats so you’ll have a good view as he kicks this guy’s ass. You have him cheesing when you say this is going to be your first boxing match too, he’s so excited now.

“Calm down kid you’re gonna give me a headache with all that tapping.” Yoongi grunts as he slaps his hand against Jungkook’s knee, “I don’t know why you’re nervous, she already told you she’s here.”

“Because hyung! This is a big deal to me, she’s here at one of my matches and she’s gonna get a front row view of the fight. Now I have to win this, I have to make it worth her time.” Jungkook grumbles with a pout.

Somewhere off to the side he hears Namjoon snort at him, “She’s really got you wrapped around her finger don’t she?” He says while hauling in a cooler with water bottles.

Jungkook doesn’t even refute that statement, he barely bothers to acknowledge him because he’s reading over the texts you’re sending him. “Hyung she said yes to coming to the after party!” He grins cheerfully.

“Good now get your head out of your ass and focus on what I’m about to say. You have less than five minutes before you’re up in that ring and I need your head in the game.” Yoongi says sternly as he plucks Jungkook’s phone out of his hand, “You remember what I said about pacing yourself?”

Jungkook sits there listening as Yoongi goes into trainer mode, he knows his hyung means no harm and just wants him to win this so Jungkook can’t really be mad at him. He must have zoned out because Yoongi brings him back with a sharp smack to his arm, “Are you listening to me?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook smiles as he stands up, “let’s do this.”

“Get out there and make me proud.”

The entire atmosphere outside has Jungkook’s adrenaline kicking in already. He hears the crowd chanting his name, the loud booming music, and the chatter from the on-goers. He mentally psyches himself, lightly bouncing on his feet as he closes his eyes and mumbles a small prayer. Once he hears his name echo loudly and the screams he steps out with his gloves in the air.

This is what he lives for—the crowds, the music, and the atmosphere. He looks around the arena with a grin as they chant his name over and over again, stopping here and there to pose with fans. Jungkook’s not entirely focused on them though, his eyes wander through the front row looking for you and when his gaze finally lands on you he can’t help the big smile he sports.

You look so pretty with your MIUMIU glasses over your head. You’ve got on a plain baby white tee under your black leather jacket, some low rise jeans and your loafers. Right now you’re the center of attention in your section with people taking pics of you from every direction and some asking for an autograph. You even brought your little friend (Jeon Soyeon?) along.

As he passes by Jungkook shoots you a wink to which you wave back with a flirty little smile. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes skim over his bare chest and the desire begins fueling him with more determination to win. Sure he likes winning because who doesn’t? But now he has more reason to win, he has to impress his future girl.

Jungkook gets pulled up on stage with his heart drumming against his ribcage, he’s so ready for this. The ref calls out both of them and soon enough after slipping his mouth guard and gloves on he rises to his feet and stalks forward slowly with a glint in his eye.

“I want a clean fight okay,” the ref says to both as Jungkook nods, “alright, to your corners.” He sends them both away, the announcer saying some shit Jungkook doesn’t really concern himself with.

Jungkook makes eye contact with you one last time, the two of you mutually nodding before the sound of a bell has Jungkook immediately shifting his focus. He’s light on his feet and takes his time watching with diligent eyes as his opponent circles around him, waiting to get the hit on him but Jungkook’s faster.

The guy swings but Jungkook easily dodges, another swing and Jungkook manages to catch him off guard with a sucker punch to the jaw sending the guy reeling backwards. Jungkook feels like he had enough time to warm-up, he doesn’t play around anymore and launches himself towards his opponent with determination.

Punch after punch and round after round ends with Jungkook delivering one final blow, easily sealing this poor guy’s fate as the guy just lets go and falls to the ground. The referee jumps in, counting down from ten as Jungkook watches with anticipation and adrenaline, ready to go again if this guy gets up. He sees Yoongi sitting with clenched fists and a hopeful look in his eye, and then he sees you.

You’re looking at Jungkook with worry, eyebrows furrowed and doe eyes filled with concern. He manages a bloody smile despite the fucking world of pain he’s in right now (he’s not looking forward to the ice bath after this). He swears the world around him blurs until he finally hears the bell and the announcer’s voice echoing through the arena.

“Knockout!”

Jungkook sags in relief as he hears cheers and yells all around. The paparazzi flash him with their cameras as the crowd loses it, Jungkook turns in time to see Yoongi crawling into the ring and bringing him in for a tight hug, “You fuckin’ did it kid,” he laughs in disbelief as he has Jungkook spit his bloody mouthguard out.

“Fuck hyung, water.” Jungkook rasps out as Yoongi yells for Namjoon to come over.

“You good?” Yoongi asks, “Look at me kid, you okay?” He pats his cheek as Jungkook nods tiredly given that the adrenaline rush was now gone, leaving him bruised and exhausted.

Namjoon comes over with water as Jungkook takes sips, spitting it out into a bucket Yoongi holds out for him to rinse his mouth out. The referee comes over to announce Jungkook as the winner as he stands there barely holding on from pain. He makes eye contact with you again, smiling through the exhaustion despite feeling pretty shitty right now. He slowly makes his way over as you simultaneously rise from your chair to meet him halfway.

“So, what do you think?” Jungkook smirks as he crouches down and hops out of the ring.

You pout cutely with a frown, “You’re hurt.” You softly murmur as your delicate hand comes up to cup his face, “I’m happy for you though, you did really amazing.” You smile.

Jungkook feels his heart swell with happiness hearing that, he goes to wrap his arm around your shoulder but stops in pain. He forgot about this part as a low groan slips from his lips, “Shit he got me pretty good.”

“Don’t overexert yourself,” you help him wrap an arm around you, “gotta be careful, you took some pretty hard hits in there.”

Jungkook laughs tiredly as he lays his head on top of yours while you walk together to the back, “Shoulda seen the other guy.” He says low, ignoring the pointed glare you shoot at him, “Yeah, yeah, I’m just messing with you.”

You grumble something under your breath but he doesn’t catch it, he’s riding off on the high from winning and being so close to you. He likes this and wouldn’t mind having you in his life more after this as he’s long made peace with the idea of you being in his future. All he can think about at this moment is you, you, you.

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“Say you can't sleep, baby, I know that's that me, espresso,”

Jungkook’s laughing and talking with his friends, he’s got you wrapped up in his arms pressed against his chest as he nurses a whiskey in his other hand. You play with one of his necklaces and tune out his conversation which he doesn’t notice until he turns to you and sees how sad you look, “What’s wrong?”

You look up at him and shake your head, “Just thinking.”

“About?” He gently prods, shifting his entire attention to you.

“You didn’t look so good earlier..how do you do it? I mean, I get you trained for this but I dunno, kinda scared me seeing you all beat up.” You softly murmur, “It’s just a thought of mine, I don’t mean to offend you or anything.”

Jungkook softens at that, he thinks it’s adorable you’re worrying about him like that. Almost feels like.. “Let’s dance?” He asks when a favorite song of his comes on, “C’mon, it’ll take your mind off things.” He grins.

You smile at him softly and follow him to the dancefloor, wrapping your arms around his neck as he holds you by the hips with gentle hands. He hums along to the song playing in the background with his dark eyes trained on yours. You look so beautiful under the dark lights and he can’t help but lean in.

“You’re super pretty y’know that?” Jungkook softly hums as he presses his forehead against yours.

You softly laugh, “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Mmm did I mention I really like your lips?” His lip curls in a smirk, “Love how soft and plump they look, ‘specially when you wear lip gloss..” He slowly trails off as his lips hover over your own, “Can I kiss you?”

The way your eyes light up, crinkling with joy as you eagerly nod. Jungkook presses his lips to yours in a gentle manner, it’s sweet and slow, just like how he likes it. Your arms tighten around his neck and you tug him further down until he's towering over your figure, blocking you from everyone’s view.

Feels like everything’s complete now and Jungkook’s never felt happier than ever.

He slowly pulls off from the kiss as he stares down at you suddenly feeling shy, “Can I, um, maybe drive you home? Just to make sure you get home safe ‘n stuff. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, just thought I’d ask.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You gently reply.

A slow smile spreads over his lips and he nods, “Let’s go then.” He guides you out of the party and into his sleek black car that’s parked out in the front.

The car ride’s quiet and peaceful, he has the windows rolled down as the fresh breeze brushes over the two of you. Jungkook wishes the car ride lasted a little longer but it’s late (two in the morning actually) and he knows you’re tired. He makes a mental note to take you out on a drive next time you guys meet up.

“We’re here baby.” He murmurs softly, gently waking you from your sleep.

“Hm?” You sleepily blink and look around, “Damn, I’m more tired than I thought.” You smile tiredly while stretching your arms out.

Jungkook chuckles, “Don’t worry I got you.” He steps out and rounds the car, opening your door for you and helping you out, “Want me to carry you?” He teases.

You shoot him a sleepy pout and shake your head, “I’m good, maybe next time though.” You breathily chuckle.

“There’s a next time?” He teases.

You toss him a knowing look, stopping in front of the building door, “Good night, or morning I dunno I’m tired.” You spin around and lean over to smooch his cheek gently, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You softly murmur.

Jungkook’s completely entranced by you as he nods slowly, “Night.”

“Morning.” You teasingly correct him as you make your way inside.

Jungkook doesn’t leave until he sees you hop into the elevator, and even then you still wave at him before disappearing inside. Once you’re gone Jungkook lets out a deep sigh as he leans back on his car, what a night.

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A few weeks pass and it’s nothing but bliss for Jungkook. Seeing that he has no matches lined up or anything he decides to hang out with you nearly everyday whether it be you and him going out for ice cream dates or Jungkook just taking you out for evening drives out of the city.

He’s on cloud nine right now—he’s got the girl of his dreams, his payout from the last match was pretty big, and everything’s going right for him. Sure you haven’t sat down to actually clarify what you two are but Jungkook knows you feel the same way about him. Maybe it isn’t such a bad thing with the way things are right now, the you’re mine and I’m yours is left unsaid but it’s there.

You’ve both been hard launching each other on your socials for the past few weeks anyways. By now people knew there was something up with you and him, given that Jungkook wasn’t exactly discreet when he posted on his stories with you in them. Jungkook knows you’ve been doing the same thing too so by now the media kinda labeled the relationship.

Will he say anything? Probably not. Does he care? Nope. He didn’t owe anyone an explanation, he just wanted to be able to date you in peace.

Sometime in the week though you send him a message asking him if he wants to come with you as your plus one to some award show taking place in Hong Kong. He says yes of course duh, why the hell would he say otherwise?

He posts a pic with you in the private plane before calling it quits and ignoring his mentions/comments for the rest of the day. Today’s your big day and while you’re not performing he wants to put his entire focus into being there for you.

“How do I look?” He hears you say as he’s getting ready.

You’re dressed to the nines styled in vintage Chanel and Jungkook had a suit tailored to match your aesthetic for the evening. He knows you both are gonna look so good tonight, no doubt you’ll blow anyone away with your unwavering beauty too. “You look amazing.” He says as he stands behind you.

Your eyes flick up in amusement, “That’s all?”

Jungkook lays his chin over your shoulder and grins softly, “Breathtaking, beautiful, ethereal, stunning—” You cut him off with an embarrassed laugh as you swat at his hands.

“Okay, okay, I get it.” You turn around and play with the buttons to his shirt, “You look really good too.”

“That’s all?” He grins back.

“Don’t push it, you make the compliments here.” You smirk and lay a sweet kiss over his lips, to which he happily and eagerly reciprocates.

He might have gotten a little carried away with it because he’s pushing you against the sink counter and kissing you stupid like he’s been doing these days. A soft muffled groan leaves him as he circles his hands over your hips and uses his grip to pull you into him until your lower pelvis is pressing against his own, dangerously close to his friend down there.

“Jungkook–” You sigh, “We’re gonna be late.” You say in-between his eager kisses.

“Don’t care, let me kiss you stupid.” Jungkook replies as he closes the distance between you two again, moving his lips passionately against yours.

You let out a sweet little moan as your fingers card through his hair, he doesn’t even care if you mess it up either. Looks are superficial and at the end of the day regardless of how people see him they’ll never know him or you and Jungkook’s okay with that.

Suddenly the sound of a knock interrupts the two of you and you pull away with a breathless sigh, “Yeah?” You call out.

“The car’s here and traffic’s looking pretty bad so it might be good if we leave right now. We got thirty minutes to get there since the red carpet’s already started.” Your manager says through the door.

You look at Jungkook with a soft smile as you lean up to smooch his lips, “We’ll meet you down there.”

No one expects you to come out hand in hand with Jungkook and he relishes in their shocked faces/reactions. He likes the thrill and can’t help but pull you closer by the waist with his arm tucked tightly around you. They yell and beg for pictures as you walk on by with him, ignoring their weird comments or stupid questions with no meaning.

“You wanna head inside baby?” He leans down to whisper in your ear after a few rounds of interviews and photos with the paps.

“Yeah I’m getting bored.” You hide your shoulder in his shoulder and follow as he guides you towards the venue with a hand splayed protectively over the small of your back.

He can tell you’re nervous about tonight with the way you sit with your hand tightly wrapped in his. You’re currently nominated for two major categories with one of them being album of the year. He’d be shitting himself too if he was going up against other talented singers. You’re gonna win though, you have to and if you don’t he’ll fight them to recount the votes.

“Easy baby,” he whispers low, “you got this okay?”

“I know but what if I lose?” You purse your lips, “I did really well this year so I’m hoping maybe that I do win.” Jungkook doesn’t like how sad and worried you look right now.

“If you don’t win I’ll buy the fucking thing.” Jungkook snorts, “No one had the highest record sales and streams like you did baby, you basically have this in the bag and everyone knows it.”

You huff out a laugh and look at him in disbelief, “Jungkook you can buy me all the things you want but you’re not buying me an award. Don’t be ludicrous.”

He shrugs carelessly, “I won’t if they just give it to you.” He says seriously as he leans over to kiss your cheek, “I believe in you no matter what.” You look at him with a precious smile and turn your attention back to the show.

Performance after performance passes until soon they’re announcing the winner for album of the year. You didn’t win the other category but Jungkook knows for sure you’ll win the next one. He can feel you nervously bouncing your knee and gripping his hand extra tight while the presenter takes their sweet time opening the envelope.

“And the award goes to,” pause, “y/n!” The crowd erupts into loud screams and cheers, hell Jungkook yells out as he looks at you with glee and helps you stand up.

“You won baby!” Jungkook hugs you tightly as he sways side to side, “So fuckin’ proud of you.”

You happily laugh and bury your face in his neck, “I was so scared, oh my god.” You accept his hand as he helps you step up on stage so you could get your award. He stands back filled with pride as he watches you stride with confidence towards the main stage, walking past all these other people he could care less about.

After the show Jungkook’s surprised you choose to go back to the hotel instead of the afterparty some other singer invites you guys to. He doesn’t protest because he’s been dying to get away from all these people all night (you reprimanded him for suggesting that you guys leave right after you get your win). He walks hand in hand with you, smug as fuck because his girl bagged album of the year, just like he knew you would.

“Smile,” Jungkook holds his phone up, the flash going off as he hears you complain about not being ready, “you look fine, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He snorts and shows you the picture he took.

You shoot him a pouty frown and take his phone, “Delete it I look bad,” you huff, “you better take a better one.”

“Whatever you say princess.” Jungkook takes a series of photos for your Instagram and his, you look so pretty in each one he takes, it’s disgusting how much he’s obsessing over them, “Damn you look sexy.”

“I always do, thank you very much.” You huff and sit back in your seat, enjoying the rest of the ride back.

Jungkook’s immediately on you when the two of you get to the hotel. He’s been wanting to pick up where you two left off earlier before your manager interrupted. If it was up to him you two wouldn’t have even gone to the damn show, he’s been dying to get you out of the dress the minute he saw you in it.

“Jungkook wait–mmph,” you’re cut off as he slips his lips over yours, his hands coming up to cup your face as he swallows your lips in a passionate-hungry kiss.

“Can’t,” Jungkook whispers, “been waiting all night baby.” He reaches behind you to push the door open, kicking it open all the way as he tugs you close and walks you backwards into the room.

“Moment I laid eyes on you I was gone, knew I had to have you.” Jungkook whispers as he leans down to bury his face in your shoulder and neck leaving a flurry of hot kisses all over, “Wanted to rip this shit off you.” He growls softly.

You whined in protest, body falling backwards when the back of your knees hit the lush bed, “Not my dress–”

“I’ll buy another—hundreds baby, don’t you know who your man is?” Jungkook smirks as he climbs over you, “Can I take it off you baby?” He knows he’s being a bit too eager right now, so naturally he wants to make sure you’re both on the same page.

“Yeah.” You softly breathe out, “I want you to take it off,” you trail off looking at him with those siren eyes, “make me yours.” You say as you let the strap of the dress slip off your shoulder invitingly.

Jungkook swallows hard, hands itching and trembling with excitement as he reaches up to pull the other strap, “You already are.” He muses.

“All the way,” you intertwine your hand with his with a precious little smile on your face, “want everyone to know who my man is.”

Fuck. Jungkook bites down on his lip and nods, “You want them to see my marks, want everyone to know who’s fucking you good?” He purrs and leans down to hover over you, lips against lips.

You nod with a cute ‘mmhm’, “I want it all, you promised you’d give it to me.” You softly pout, “Or was that a lie?”

“Fuck no, take it baby, ‘s all yours.” Jungkook hurriedly unbuttons his dress shirt, hastily throwing his belt off and peeling his slacks off, “Gonna give you exactly what you need till you can’t take it.” He says as he reaches for the zipper to the dress.

He all but rips the thing off of you and tosses it to the corner of the room (mind you it’s worth over twenty thousand). It’s the first time seeing you like this under him and he wants to make it special for you, a night you’ll never forget.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful baby.” He comments as he leans down to leave a trail of kisses along your chest and tummy,slowly slipping down the bed as he inches towards your panty covered pussy.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this, been thinking about all the ways I could have you,” he whispers and lays a kiss over your damp folds, “I didn’t know if I wanted to lay you on my bed or bend you over the car—you make it so hard to control myself, you have no idea.”

He sees the little tremor that passes over you when he says this. Your eyes are filled with want and need but like the stubborn little thing you are, you don’t say anything. Jungkook can’t have that either, he wants—no needs—to hear your sweet little voice beg for him.

“What’s the matter baby? You need something?” Jungkook softly croons as he peppers soft kisses against your inner thighs.

You bite on your lip and nod, “Need you.”

“But you already have me?” He grins, he can see the frustration bubbling up on your face.

“Here,” you softly breathe and reach down to tug your panties upwards, the material digs into your cunt giving him a perfect outline of it, “won’t you give it to me?” Your voice pulls him in like a siren singing to a sailor, he’s so entranced by it he almost feels like he’s gonna drool right now.

Jungkook wastes no time in yanking the damp materials down your thighs, not bothering to slide them completely off as he lifts your legs up. They’re pressed together with your soft pussy lips pressed together for him, tempting him with a glob of shiny slick running down your soft asscheeks.

“Fuck,” Jungkook growls as he leans in to smother his face with your cunt, tongue slipping through your drenched dewy folds to lap up the globs of slick.

You kick your feet in the air with a tiny whine, hips wiggling in an attempt to get him on your clit. He laps at you messily, circling the tip of his tongue over your throbbing bud that’s squished between your folds. The moan you let out sends shivers down his spine and he’s eager to hear more.

“So fucking good,” he pants, “jus’ like I imagined pretty baby.” He slurs out, pussy drunk already.

He can feel you reaching down to tug your panties all the way off but he can’t be bothered with stopping, not when your cunt’s gushing for him. Jungkook licks with vigor, swiping over and over against your tender clit. Your cunt opens up beautifully with a low squelch and your thighs begin trembling under his strong hold.

It gets harder with each passing second to contain himself, his cock feels like it’s literally about to burst. He pulls away from you and lets your shaky legs fall back as he tears your panties off completely.

“Gonna fuck you so good baby,” he climbs over you and reaches down to pull his heavy cock out, “can’t wait anymore.”

Your legs easily fall apart for him and make room as he shuffles closer between them. Jungkook sees the way your eyes go dark when they land below between his legs where his cock hangs heavy, swollen at the tip with beady trails of precum oozing from the head. You lick your lips and reach down to grip him in your soft hand, tentatively squeezing and stroking as if you were feeling him up.

“Like it baby? Gonna have my fat cock fill this little pussy up?” Jungkook has a sleazy grin splayed over his lips as he watches you, “Hm?”

“Yeah, ‘m not gonna let you cum anywhere but inside,” you deviously smile back like the nasty little minx you are, “till it’s dripping.”

He groans at the thought of that and kicks his hips forward, “Lemme in baby,” he slurs out, “slip it right in for me, there you go.” He purrs when he feels the head slide over your messy pussy, smearing your slick and his precum all over your cunt before you’re guiding him towards your winking sopping hole.

You bite down on your lip when the tip catches against your rim, it pops inside feeling you inch for inch slowly—cockhead spreading you open until he’s fully seated in your tight cunt. He can’t help but bite his lip with the way you’re squeezing him so tight—so snug and warm.

“So nice ‘n warm for me,” he hoarsely says as he rubs his hands along your sides, gently squeezing at your hips as he pulls you closer until your pelvis is smacked tight against his own.

You let out the most sinful fucking moan ever when his cock slides deeper. Back arching and toes curling—he just loves how beautiful you look spread out under him with your pretty pussy snug against his cock. You release a stuttered moan as you reach for his hands and squeeze tightly.

“Hurts a little,” you say through gritted teeth, “why the fuck are you so fucking big?”

Jungkook nearly laughs at that because he doesn’t think he’s ever heard that many curse words leave your mouth before. “You want me to pull out?”

“No don’t you dare,” you glare, “took me a minute to get this thing in and you want me to do it all over again?”

Jungkook looks back down with a low whistle, “Little pussy looks like it’s struggling to keep me all in baby, you sure you can handle it?” He teases as he reaches down to flick his thumb over your swollen clit.

Your hips jump and you whine out for him, “Stop playing around Jungkook,” you turn to hide your face in the soft sheets, “you know I can.” You mumble softly, eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

Jungkook bites down on his lip and rolls his hips slowly, “I know, you were made for this dick.” He smirks and lazily flicks his thumb pairing it with his slow but deep thrusts.

Your moans come out soft and breathy, everytime he backstrokes there’s a light sheen of slick covering his cock from the base near his pelvis. Your cunt makes these adorable little squelching noises as he pushes back in, balls lightly pressing against your taint when he buries himself back in. Occasionally he stops for a few seconds before he resumes his lazy pace.

He never imagined it’d feel this good with you, something about the way your little pussy refuses to let go for even a moment—squeezing him so tight it’s almost impossible to move. His own noises come out soft and husky, he can’t help the moans and soft sighs he lets out from the hot pleasure coiling in his stomach.

“Baby,” he gasps as he leans forward to hover over you with hands on either side of you, “this good?” He asks as he steadily increases the pace in his thrusts, hips smacking wetly against your ass and balls swinging now.

You nod eagerly, “More than good—mm, jus’ like that,” you sound blissed out, gaze half-lidded and dreamy as you stare up at him with those pretty eyes of yours.

“Like that?” He groans, “Or like this?” Suddenly Jungkook snaps his hips up, a loud smack filling the room alongside a warbled cry of his name, “Oh you like that, don’t you? Baby likes it rough?” He purrs.

The slide’s fucking nasty with a mix of precum and your slick, he feels it slide down your taint where his balls slap repeatedly. The noise is filthy and sends pleasant tremors down his spine, “Oh, fuck,” he groans softly, “doing so good for me.”

Jungkook begins moving earnestly now, slamming his cock in and out of your bruised and battered cunt. Slick spills everywhere—the sheets, your inner thighs, his pelvis—it’s like music to his fucking ears right now. He can’t resist and leans down to smother your lips with his, swallowing every little cry and moan you let out.

Your arms come up to wrap around his neck as you hold on tightly, he reaches down to wrap a leg around his waist as he manages to slide in deeper with the tip brushing over your g-spot. You let out a loud cry into his mouth and bury your fingers in his hair, your thigh starts trembling again only this time more intense than before.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” He pulls away with a moan, “C’mon, be a good girl and make it messy.” He purrs against your lips while watching your expressions closely.

You stare into his eyes with unshed tears as more whimpers and whines escape, “So close,” you manage to wrap another shaky leg around him, “please, please, ‘m so close.” You whine out as your legs cross behind him on his back.

Jungkook doesn’t wanna disappoint or hold out any longer as he manages to stick a hand down between you to roll your clit between his fingers, “Cum for me, give it to me baby.” He growls softly as he plows into your tender and sore cunt.

The squelching gets louder and your moans turn into weak whimpers as you lie there and take it. His cock stirs at the sight of you nearing your end, he decides to give you a little extra push as he meanly pinches your clit. This causes you to cry out and go stiff under him, body shaking like a leaf as you gush around his cock.

“Jungkook,” you gasp repeatedly as your eyes flutter shut, face pinched in pleasure and overstimulation, “so good.” You slur out.

Jungkook lets your tender clit go and focuses on his own pleasure now that he’s got your orgasm out of the way. He grunts quietly and buries his face against your soft tits, mouthing at your sore stiff nipples. You squeeze around him tighter and tighter until the coil in his stomach snaps and he lets out a long moan of your name.

“Fuck..” Jungkook whispers breathlessly as he presses your pelvises close together, burying his cock balls deep till every last drop’s inside your battered pussy.

You moan quietly and let your legs fall from his hips, limbs feeling like jelly as you lay there panting softly. Jungkook rests his forehead against your tit and sighs deeply, “Are you okay love?” He asks softly.

“Yeah, jus’ really tired.” You whisper hoarsely and close your eyes, “Fuck, no offense but I feel really gross right now. Start a bath for me, pretty please?” You softly ask with a lip jutted out in a pout.

Jungkook of course can’t say no, “Course,” he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and lifts himself off of you, “I’ll be back.”

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Your company’s the first to make a statement confirming what everybody already knew, and then Yoongi followed shortly after. If Jungkook had thought it was bad before, people went ape shit now that it’s been officially confirmed by you two.

Before, they put all the heat on Jungkook because it was easier to blame him for it given the public’s opinion about him. It was easier to blame him because why not? He was some low-life boxer in their eyes. But then the attention shifted and people started targeting their hate towards you which pissed Jungkook off to no end.

Why the fuck was everyone so invested in what you did and didn’t do? Why was it that they felt entitled to dictate who you date and don’t date? Jungkook really needed these people to get jobs or mind their business because clearly they had no life outside of hating on a stranger for finding their own happiness.

He saw those vicious comments people left all over your posts and he fucking hated that he couldn’t do shit to stop them from coming back, pissed him off even more because his girlfriend didn’t deserve this. You deserved the world and more, not this shit.

So, Jungkook did the next best thing he could think of. He started taking names and screenshotting profiles before turning them over to a attorney he hired, if he couldn’t beat these stupid fuckers himself he’d let them have it with his private team. He made headlines after people started noticing that he was suing the people opening their big ass mouths.

“Baby, it’s okay really.” You softly complain, “You don’t have to waste your time with these weird people, I’m sure they’ll get over themselves if we ignore them.”

Jungkook shakes his head, “No, I’m sorry baby but I can’t sit there and watch these fuckers call you degrading names and demand shit like they know you—seriously who the fuck do these people think they are?” He growls under his breath as he paces back and forth, “And that’s not even the gist of it, these idiots are lucky I don’t catch them out in public because I’ll beat the fuck out of them.”

Out of the corner of his eye he sees you curl up on the sofa with a sad smile, “I know, but you can’t go around beating up millions of people for leaving a hate comment. It’s normal, this happens all the time I learned to live with it.” You’re trying to sound sure of yourself but he doesn’t buy it.

“Baby look at me.” He comes over and kneels down in front of you, “This shit is not normal nor is it ever okay, fuck them for making you feel like this. I hate seeing you look so dejected reading all those hateful comments,” he takes your hands in his and kisses them, “just lemme take care of it. Please?”

You look conflicted like you’re not sure if you should say yes but with a little more coaxing you finally sigh, “Fineee, just don’t do anything crazy. I don’t need my boyfriend in jail, thank you very much.”

Jungkook cracks a smile and buries his face in your lap with a happy sigh, “I promise baby, if I go to jail, who else is gonna cook you fried rice at three in the morning? Who else is gonna give you their black card?” He teases.

“Yeah, yeah now come here.” You open your arms for him, “You know I only need you and that’s all.”

Jungkook kisses that soft pout off your face as he nods, “I know you do baby, didn’t think otherwise.” He grins and lays his head on your chest with closed eyes.

The two of you sit there in silence together with the TV playing low in the background. Jungkook for the most part behaves himself despite being so close to your soft tits that are poorly hidden under your camisole. He can literally dip his head in there and get a sneak peek, maybe even a mouthful of titties—

“Jungkook, really?” You sigh, “You’re such a pervert.”

“You like it,” Jungkook winks as he mouths at your tit through your little camisole, “can I?” He knows you can’t resist and judging by the way your thighs press together, “Pretty pleaseee baby?” He gives you the best puppy eyes he can muster, all a man wants is some titty loving, that’s all.

You don’t even finish saying yes before he’s diving in and tugging your camisole down so that your tits spill out and into his face. His eyes light up and he immediately wraps his lips around a nipple, suckling gently as he laves his tongue over the stiff bud in his mouth. You quietly sigh and sink into the sofa with him following as he rolls his tongue over your nipple and flicks it repeatedly.

“You’re such a baby you know that?” You murmur, “But you’re my handsome bun,” the nickname has him perking up, “my strong, big, handsome bun.” You coo softly while stroking his hair slowly.

Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut as he sinks into the warm feeling, his sucking slows down until he’s barely moving his tongue anymore and simply suckling on your teat. “You like hearing how strong you are don’t you baby—love knowing you can easily beat someone’s ass for me?”

He nods pathetically with a low groan, “Of course you do,” you softly coo, “it’s why I picked you, knew you’d be able to take care of me the way I deserve.” You scratch his scalp lightly, moaning softly when he makes another noise, “Treat me so good like the princess I am.”

That he does. Jungkook is in heaven right now, he feels like he can just pass out right here and now with a titty in his mouth. He can’t help but shudder as he slips into a dream-like state, “Go ahead baby, just rest yeah? I got you.” You softly say while cradling his head and going lax under him, “Take what you need.”

And he does. He ends up falling asleep, one of the best fucking naps ever with your tit still in his mouth even when he wakes up. He so needs to do this another time, shit’s relaxing and a good stress reliever. Jungkook doesn’t think you’ll have any complaints either.

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It’s a busy week for Jungkook because he has a match coming up in a few weeks and Yoongi has him completely locking in at the gym for training. You don’t mind it and being the best girlfriend you are you come as support during his sessions. You also confirmed his suspicions that Seokjin was a secret stan because his hyung fanboys out when he meets you.

“Hyung stop it.” Jungkook glares, “Leave her alone before I punch you.”

Seokjin scoffs, “No way, I get to meet my idol and you wanna ruin it for me? Where’s my respect, you brat.” This guy—needless to say Jungkook’s shooting daggers at his hyung the entire time he’s there.

The real challenge comes during the press conference/weigh-in Jungkook goes to like he always does. It starts off normal, the guy doesn’t trash talk and Jungkook’s not one for it either unless the fighter’s cocky then yeah he’ll put them in their place but this guy’s alright which he appreciates. It’s the fucking reporters that get Jungkook heated sometimes.

“Jeon, how do you feel about this upcoming match? Any thoughts on your opponent?” One asks with his recorder held out.

“I’m excited like always, I know potential when I see it so I’m hoping to have a great match with my opponent. He looks like he can give me a run for my money.” He laughs softly into the mic.

Another reporter asks something but it’s directed at his opponent so Jungkook just nods off listening to the two. Out of the corner of his eye he sees someone laughing when he looks at him, and at first he doesn’t pay attention and just keeps his focus on the reporters. But then this guy comes to the front and Jungkook just knows he’s about to hear the stupidest shit in his life.

“Jeon, so how are you and your girl doing? Heard the news and wanted to congratulate you.” He says with this sleazy grin.

It rubs him the wrong way but Jungkook keeps his temper in check as he forces himself to politely answer, “Good, thank you.” He curtly replies.

He hears Yoongi clear his throat next to him with a fierce glare, “Let’s try and keep this about the match, he's not here to answer questions about his life, this isn’t a personal interview.”

You’d think that after being called out like that he’d stop there and move on but no, this guy’s a piece of work. “I mean I was just askin’ cause I was kinda surprised with the news since you know, she been ran through by the entire industry.” This gets Jungkook to react as he pushes his chair back, causing it to fly backwards as he slowly stalks forward.

“New guy every month—say, you the new boy of the month Jeon?” He smirks.

Jungkook doesn’t even think before he lunges at him, he hears Yoongi call his name as Namjoon springs into action to get Jungkook back but it’s too late.

Jungkook’s fist connects with the side of this man’s jaw and sends him flying to the ground as Jungkook lifts his (now) bloody fist up to strike him again with a sick sound. He’s so far gone right now he doesn’t even feel when Namjoon yanks him off the guy.

“Jungkook! Calm the fuck down and get off him!” Namjoon yells through the chaos as reporters scramble to get shots and videos of this.

“No, get off me hyung! Let me fuckin’ go where is this little shit? If you’re such a fuckin’ man come say it to my face one more fucking time, I dare you! Say it!” He yells as he struggles against Namjoon’s strong hold.

It takes three guys to get Jungkook away from the reporter, Yoongi deals with the rest but Jungkook’s so fucking mad he can’t even sit right now. He’s pacing back and forth in the little backroom they got him in as Namjoon watches with concern in his eyes. He hasn’t tried to calm him down because even he knows the danger of trying to talk to him while he’s this mad.

The door slams open and Yoongi steps in, “Jungkook what the fuck was that?! That guy went to the hospital, do you even realize the mess you caused? He’s gonna press charges–”

“I don’t give a fuck!” Jungkook interrupts, stunning Yoongi into silence, “He fucking disrespected my girlfriend thinking that shit was funny. I could really give two fucks if he wants to press charges or not!” Namjoon watches the two in silence, but he’s ready to jump in if Jungkook turns on Yoongi or something.

Yoongi, who usually has something smart to say for everything, for once doesn’t have shit to say. He just stands there watching Jungkook kick the chair over and pace around the room furiously. “Kid, look, I get you. I would do the same too if I was in your place but this shit isn’t worth it. You can’t be letting them get to you like this, that’s what they want.”

“Well he fucking got what he wanted.” Jungkook scoffs with a humorless laugh.

“Just go home, I’ll deal with the press.” Yoongi sighs as he rubs his temples, “Please, for once just do what I say.”

The news is bad, there’s a shit ton of articles coming out within the next hour about how Jungkook attacked the reporter and left him a bloody puddle on the ground. It’s all over the place and there’s a shit ton of people commenting about it on online forums and comment sections. One side praises him for defending you, and then the other criticizes his inability to keep himself under control but Jungkook doesn’t care.

The REAL cherry on top is when you post your response to the news—you use that video of Latto saying “thank you to my man” along with a cute selfie of you cuddled up in bed with Jungkook. Even you made it clear as day you didn’t give a fuck about that guy either.

Your fans who had previously had negative reactions to your dating news were coming around too in favor of Jungkook. They said shit like “free JK he did nothing wrong” and voiced their support for him. Some were even harassing the reporter who had dared to say those things about you, demanding that he lose credibility as a reporter amongst other things.

Jungkook thinks it’s going to be okay because that guy totally fucking deserved it (and more).

.

The weeks fly by and the day of his big match comes—the biggest one yet because bets are high and on top of that Jungkook has a winning streak to keep up if he wants them to give him the title of “undefeated”. Following the conference nothing really happened, the guy turned out to have some shady shit on him so he decided not to press any charges in the end. God bless Yoongi for digging shit up.

With that being dealt with Jungkook could finally put his entire focus on the match. He had heard the entire arena sold out and some of the richest people on earth were attending. This was a huge deal and he had everything to lose. Jungkook was confident in his win but this guy was also the deal too, which only means Jungkook has to keep his guard up.

“You ready kid? This is about to be the biggest fight of your career.” Yoongi says as he comes to sit in front of Jungkook, “You’re gonna have to kick it up a notch this match, the guy’s good but he isn’t better than you.”

He nods at that because Jungkook’s confident in his fighting abilities, “I know hyung, I have a really good feeling about tonight.” He smiles, “Don’t worry about it, I got this under control.”

“Good, that’s what I like to hear from you.” Yoongi grins back as he pats his back, “Now get out there and make me proud.”

The arena buzzes with life when Jungkook enters the room, he’s hit with flashing lights in every direction as people scream and chant his name. He’s getting worked up again as the adrenaline slowly kicks in. Jungkook makes his way up to the ring, passing over your section where you’re sitting with Namjoon and Seokjin.

He closes his eyes for a brief moment, blocking out the crowd and music as he tries to focus. He can do this, he can do this. He will win, for you.

The guy packs a good punch and each round gets progressively harder and harder to fight him off. During one of the breaks in-between the rounds, he slumps into his corner as Yoongi immediately springs over to help him with his mouth guard.

“He’s tiring you out Kook, he’s gonna wait until you’re low on energy to give it his all.” Yoongi warns, “You need to match his pace instead of wasting your energy so early.”

Jungkook pants tiredly as he shakes his head, “Hyung he’s gonna knock me out.” He says deliriously, filled with pain and adrenaline.

“No he isn’t, because you’re not going to let him, you hear me? You’re going to get back out there and show that punk what you’re made of.” Yoongi sternly replies, “Do it for the pretty girl waiting for your win.”

Jungkook’s eyes snap over to where you sit, you look really scared and on top of that worried. He sees the way your knee bounces and how you pick at your fingernails. This isn’t what he wants to see.. This isn’t what he wants at all.

“Okay.” Jungkook grunts with renewed energy, “Fuck, okay.”

Yoongi pats his back gently and steps away from the ring, “Remember: match his pace.”

Jungkook rises to his feet and gets ready for the next round. He only has a few more before a winner has to be announced or the match is tied. Only one of them will walk out a champion, and it’s going to be him.

He takes Yoongi’s advice and matches this guy’s pace, he observes his every move and studies the combos he throws out. The guy’s a corner tech type so Jungkook avoids the edges and keeps him in the middle. He also notices that he goes for uppercuts and rear hooks.

As Jungkook prepares to strike he loses his footing and the guy takes the chance to hook him across the face. It sends Jungkook to the ground as he falls with a groan of pain. “Fuck.” He whispers.

He’s not sure how much longer he can keep up, can he even get up? His vision is beginning to blur a little and his hearing’s a little hazy too. He barely even makes out the referee counting down to a knockout.

Through the blurriness he sees Yoongi run over to the side of the net, “Get up, kid! Fuck, c’mon Jungkook get up!” He desperately says.

Jungkook wants to, but everything hurts so much and he’s so tired right now. He weakly tries to get up, barely managing to hold up on all fours as he pants heavily with blood dripping down onto the mat below. He lifts his head up slowly and suddenly the world stops.

You’re standing there with tears in your eyes, your mouth’s moving rapidly (most likely pleading with him to get up). Jungkook doesn’t like that, he swore he’d never let you feel that way again after you attended his first match and saw how bad it was. Fuck.

“Four…three..”

Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up.

Jungkook grits his teeth and stumbles forward, barely managing to catch himself on the nets as he looks back at his opponent with renewed strength. The countdown stops and the match continues, he is going to win this if that’s the last thing he does.

He lunges forward and the guy doesn’t expect it coming as Jungkook manages to get him cornered before he lets loose. He rains a slew of punches, too fast for the guy to keep up who doesn’t expect him to suddenly be this fast.

Jungkook feels like he blacks out during all this, landing hit after hit until he’s finished with one last uppercut and then everything stops. He feels a pair of hands pull him back as the referee begins the countdown. Jungkook stands there heaving as he watches tiredly.

“..Two..one..” The bell suddenly rings and the crowd cheers.

He did it. Holy shit, he did it!

Both Yoongi and Namjoon rush into the ring together, bringing him into their arms as they jump with joy. “You fucking did it!” Namjoon smiles happily.

“Where’s…where’s y/n?” Jungkook blearily asks as he looks around.

“She’s right there,” Yoongi points out, “she’s still here Kook.”

He pulls away from the hug and trudges over to the net, holding it up and holding his arm out for you, “C’mere baby.” He calls out.

You immediately stumble over and climb into the ring with him, sinking right into his arms when he tugs you close. “I’m here,” he whispers, “I’m here.”

“Don’t ever scare me like that again! You hear me? I don’t ever wanna see you like that.” You whimper and cup his face, “Oh Jungkook..”

He smiles softly and leans down to kiss you passionately in front of everyone. You easily melt into the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck. When he pulls back he looks around with a stupid grin on his face, “Fucking won but everything hurts.”

You frown cutely and ignore the reporters that begin to swarm the two of you. Jungkook keeps you tucked into his side as he answers their questions, “Feels really good I can’t lie, even if I feel like shit right now though. But I’m just glad I won, I've been wanting to dedicate this win to my beautiful girl.” He smiles down at you and kisses the top of your head.

They start throwing more questions at him after that. They’re all kind of the same regarding their relationship because they’re just dying to know all about his relationship to you. They even try to ask you some questions but luckily Yoongi intervenes when it begins to get out of control.

“Alright back up, give Jungkook some space.” Yoongi says as he pushes some reporters away, “You ready to go Kook?”

“Yeah, get me the fuck outta here.” Jungkook groans as he follows after his hyungs with you close by.

Yoongi and the others help Jungkook get into an ice bath as soon as they get into the back room. You work on cleaning the blood off his face and icing his wounds, “Does it hurt? Well, more than usual?” You softly ask.

“No babe I’m fine.” Jungkook replied calmly as he closed his eyes, “The ice feels really good, I’m sore all over.”

You hum, “Let me know if I’m hurting you.”

“I will.” He hums back and sinks into the ice with a relaxed sigh.

The cold sensation on his body is working wonders on his sore muscles. It feels like he’s living the dream right now. He doesn’t think he wants to even party after this, sure a big win calls for a celebratory dinner or something but right now cuddling and going to sleep sounds way better.

Yeah, way better.

.

“I thought you were too sore to do anything, what happened to that?” You laugh softly while looking down at him.

Jungkook’s pout deepens, “I can still move my hips, see?” He says and demonstrates with a little thrust up, “Pleaseeee! For me baby? I promise I’ll tell you if it hurts or something.”

You look at him in disbelief, “You literally just got beat up what do you mean please? Look at you! Why the heck is sex even on your mind right now?”

“Because, you looked so sexy on that billboard on our way back here.” He huffs casually leaving out the part where he raged because everyone can see you and no doubt millions have.

Not that he’s petty but he’s petty, he wanted to tear that shit down and keep it for himself. “That’s not the point,” he groans and tosses his head back on the pillow, “I can still move and it’s not like my cock got beat up too.”

“You are so nasty.” You laugh softly and sit back on his lap, “If I ride you will that make you happy, hm?”

It’s comical the way his hair bounces when he nods vigorously, “Yes.” He says without hesitation, “It’s like a reward.” He grins toothily.

You roll your eyes at him with a sigh, “You’re so spoiled,” you mumble while reaching down to help him pull his boxers down.

“Wait!” Jungkook looks up at you with pouty eyes, “Can you..?” He tugs at the loose shirt you’re wearing.

Immediately you know what he wants and you nod, “My baby deserves it doesn’t he?” You softly say while tossing the garment somewhere else, “Did so good out there,” you purr and lean over him.

His eyes sparkle as he nods, “I did,” he whispers and licks his lips, “means I get a reward right?”

“Yes you do.” You gently coax him closer as you lean down to press your soft tit to his lips, “Take it, ‘s all yours.” He latches on without wasting another second.

Your lips part as a soft breathy moan escapes, your soft hand reaches down to fish his hard cock out of his boxers. He shudders when you start stroking him, it’s slow and sensual as you gather bits of precum with your thumb and slowly work your way down around the shaft.

His balls sit heavy and they ache with need to empty themselves in you. Jungkook has to fight the urge to buck his hips as he accidentally grazes his teeth against your bud.

You yelp softly and he pulls away apologetically, “Easy, not so hard.” You softly chastise.

“Sorry.” Jungkook murmurs and presses a kiss on your tit before moving to the opposite one.

“Just sit back and relax baby,” you murmur, “I got you.”

You position the head at your weeping pussy, slapping it repeatedly in small taps until the tip catches on your hole. Jungkook holds his breath as you begin to slide down on his sensitive cock until you're bottoming out with your ass meeting his thighs.

“Good?” You softly whisper.

Jungkook nods and goes back to suckling on your nipple in peace. You rock yourself in his lap steadily like you’re scared you’re gonna hurt him but Jungkook encourages you with a little buck. This makes you sink down in his lap with a lewd moan, his cock shifting deeper inside.

“Use me,” Jungkook quietly pipes up, “I can take it.” His breath hot and heavy over your pebbled nipple.

“You sure? What if I hurt you?” You murmur.

“I’ll be fine baby, I’ll let you know if something hurts. Please?” He opens his mouth to take your nipple back in.

You shiver and bite your lip still a bit worried but you end up giving in. You slowly pick up the pace, switching from grinding to bouncing. There’s a low smack here and there but it’s nothing too crazy because you’re going as gentle as you can.

Jungkook’s lips tighten around your nipple with every grind and bounce. Your pussy tugs at his cock with the right amount of pressure sending shivers down his spine. He moans softly and moves one hand up to grip your bouncing tit.

“Fuck you look good like this,” he breathes out in pleasure.

You groan softly as he squeezes your tit in his strong hand, massaging the soft mound of flesh afterwards. He pulls away to push both tits together and buries his face between them with a happy sigh, “Never wanna leave, I could die a happy man like this sweetheart.”

“You’re just a perv.” You chuckle with a moan.

“For you.” Jungkook grins and then lays back, “Don’t tell me you’re getting tired already.” He notices that your bouncing has slowed down.

You glare cutely at him and sit up, “I don’t like doing the work in case you haven’t noticed.” You mumble while grinding back and forth over his cock, “You’re lucky I love you enough to do this.”

His eyes widen when he hears the words “love” and “you” in one sentence. It makes his sappy little heart beat with joy and pride hearing those words leave your lips, he can’t help but buck his hips upward eagerly.

“Jungkook..!” You gasp throwing your head back.

“Say it again baby,” he huffs as he uses his strong grip to haul you up and plop you back down on his lap, “I wanna hear it–” He cuts off with a breathy moan.

“I love you.” The words make him groan louder as he slaps his hips upward.

“Fuck I love you too,” he moans, “so, so fuckin’ much, you have no idea.” He whispers and looks up at you through hooded eyes.

You bite your lip hard and throw your head back with a whine, “ ‘m coming.” You whimper.

“Oh you like hearing that don’t you, knowing damn well that you got me wrapped around your fingers.” Jungkook huffs with exertion as he fucks into you harder.

“Y-Yes, love it so much knowing you’re mine,” you mewl softly and grind on him, “fuck, fuck..!” Your pussy clamps down and suddenly you’re coming all over him in slow waves of harsh pleasure.

Jungkook pulls you down for a passionate kiss as he holds you down against his pelvis. A few more rolls has him coming too, cock throbbing and twitching. He lays there panting heavily with hazy eyes while you whine about him being careful.

“Don’t put pressure on your side,” you grumble, “I told you we shouldn’t have fooled around.”

“I’m fine, see? Nothing’s wrong.” Jungkook laughs and delivers a sharp smack to your ass, “Now tell me you love me again. Wanna hear it from your pretty lips.” He mumbles and traces over your bottom lip.

“I love you.” You fondly sigh.

“Again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“You’re so annoying! I’m going to shower.” You huff and stomp off with cum leaking down your inner thighs.

Jungkook lays there with a soft grin as he watches you go, “Yeah, yeah, I love you too though.” Forever.

And ever.

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[ju1cyfru1t]

no thoughts only rise donnie being soft for his s/o 😭😭😭

any soft/affectionate donnie hcs please 🤲

HEHEHEHEHHEHEEEHEHHEHWHWHH

Rise! Donatello x reader

Soft Donnie hcs 🥹

fluff:D gn reader, romantic

not proofread

My baby :(

- Donnie makes you gifts all the time! It’s one of his ways of saying he loves you since he’s not too experienced with this whole feelings stuff. He also just loves to see you get excited over something that he made.

- will help fix the little things for you! (that maybe he wouldn’t do for others djjdjdkdkd) Your computer isn’t working? Give him 5 minutes and it’s working just fine. Leo’s phone is bugging? He can wait, Donnie is a busy man after all.

- Someone knocks over his staff?! …oh it was you? well, accidents happen I suppose.

- Will absolutely brag about anything he helps you with, it makes him feel good. You could have asked someone else, but you asked him. Not Raph, not Mikey, and why the hell would you ask Leo? (JK I LOVE HIM😭)

- Does NOT let his brothers (mostly Leo) drag you into their tomfoolery if it’s dangerous. (Long story; you got portal-ed to New Jersey one time *COUGH*LEO*COUGH*)

- Fairly confident, he knows you love him and he loves you. Heartfelt and vulnerable moments just aren’t his thing, so when they do happen you know he really means it because he’s doing it just for you.

- you have your very own special seat in the turtle tank <3

- definitely the type to remember all of your favorite things (snacks, drinks, movies, anything)

- you’re basically Shelldon’s other parent and he treats you as such. -> “Do not talk to your mother that way, young man! I mean, uh, Y/N! don’t tal- HOLD ON-“

- will talk to you for hours and hours about new projects he’s started or wants to start and is really, really excited that you care about his interests. (Two reallys)

- would NEVER admit it to anyone but really likes to hold you entirely or just your hand, especially while he talks to you ^lectures

- probably needs a few visits with Dr.Feelings (Mikey thinks you guys are so cute)

- would kick his brothers out and only allows you in his lab if he’s really busy and into working on something. would gladly let you assist him if you pinky promise to be really careful, but doesn’t trust anyone else around his precious tech.

- sitting in his lap??? while he works??? I think so.

- Wants to watch all of his favorite Jupiter Jim movies with you! + Would show you all of his favorite games and comics. Might even actually let you borrow one or two if you swear they will return to him in mint condition.

- 100% denies it if anyone (fucking LEO) were to ever point out your special privileges even though he knows it’s true and you most definitely do. He just wants to avoid the teasing if he can.

- But it’s inevitable (*COUGH*LEO)

- it’s not that he’s embarrassed, he just isn’t used to that kind of relationship and he really appreciates your understanding, even if he doesn’t say it.

- when you cuddle he likes to lay his head on your chest, it’s the most comfortable for him. esp if you give VERY gentle shell scritches

- I REPEAT, GIFT GIVING. TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIS GIFTS, HE MELTS.

- hide all of your purple clothing bro

-“your sweater? the gorgeous, perfect, dazzling purple one? …haven’t seen it.”

- would call you “darling” or “dear/dearest” when he feels like it

- overall, very whipped 👍 very sweet silly boy :(

[teenytinyjimin]

i miss you, i’m sorry (j. jungkook)

nothing happened in the way i wanted

every corner of this house is haunted

and i know you said that we’re not talking

but i miss you, i’m sorry.

summary: the first time seeing each other after the breakup is always the hardest. but seeing each other when you're still in love? an absolute nightmare

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2k

tags: angst, smoker!jk, brokenhearted!jk, equally as brokenhearted!reader, why did they even break up in the first place?, featuring reader’s bestfriend!jimin, also jimin is sexually ambiguous let's keep it that way please

warnings: none, alcohol/nic use but nothing too intense, kinda sad but it's a happy ending i promise

author’s note: idk why i keep making my fic names and stuff inspired by songs, i guess it just helps me beat writers block.

also i wrote this in second person, lmk if you guys prefer that over third. i personally find third person fics easier to write, but i'm sure second person is easier to read for some of you. enjoy my angels!

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Bars weren't really your thing.

If you were going to be honest, they were miles better than nightclubs, but still not your thing. It was something about the air that just rubbed you the wrong way. Perhaps it was all the creepy old men that turned you off of them, or just the fact that there's not much to do besides sit, drink, sit some more, maybe play some pool and... sit.

Jimin, on the other hand, loved bars. He loved being able to sit there, look pretty, and watch as absolutely anyone and everyone flocked over to him to start a conversation. It admittedly fueled his ego, and he loved the feeling of being the center of attention. However, he didn't love being at bars alone. Being so drop-dead gorgeous meant that about twenty times the amount of creeps bothered him than the average bar patron. Many of them figured that a pretty boy like him was sitting there waiting to be swooped up by a sugar daddy. Let's get one thing straight – that wasn't him. He had plenty of money. He just wanted to have a little conversation, give a little kiss here and there maybe, and dip at the end of the night with his bar companion by his side.

Unfortunately for you, that bar companion was usually you. It was certainly a compliment for Jimin to want to bring you along with him instead of any of his other gazillions of friends and other social connections, but it was quite exhausting for you to be in a bar pretty much every day of every weekend. He liked the attention, but you didn't. If it were an empty room with nothing but you and a bottle of rum, you'd have a blast. But what bar in Itaewon was going to be like that?

Alas, here you were, sat at the end of a bar with your friend sitting next to you. Something about the light in the building made him look extra beautiful tonight, his skin shimmering like the most precious of diamonds and his eyes deep and full of allure. At the moment he was making small talk with a lady on the other side of him, one who was definitely at least twenty years his senior but didn't look a day past thirty. Sighing, you drop your head down to look at your drink, a half-full martini glass that held a rather disappointing cosmopolitan (you weren't a vodka fan anyway, it wasn't the bartender's fault).

You wanted to be home. That was the only place you ever wanted to be these days. At home, cuddling your darling kitty in bed, and sleeping your days away. Maybe a year ago you would have loved being out and about, but now it feels more like a burden than a fun activity. And you know that Jimin doesn't mean any harm in doing what he does, but seeing him talk with so many people over the course of the night and being so happy is almost a bit gut-wrenching for you because you can't be as happy as him.

You began to feel the blood rush to your ears and your face get warm. Something was wrong, you could sense it. Everyone has those gut instincts when something isn't quite right, and this wasn't just an instinct, it was like a neon sign. A neon sign that read DANGER. Perhaps it was just you feeling rather anxious and overwhelmed, but either way you were craving the comfort of your home.

"Hey, 'Minnie, can we-" Just as you turned to Jimin to softly ask him if you could go home or at the very least switch bars, you felt a presence behind you. It wasn't just an I'm here to order a drink presence, but rather an I'm here for you one. Realizing that Jimin wasn't even listening anyway, you froze, waiting to see what would happen. And that's when you heard a familiar voice that you thought you'd never hear again.

"Hey."

You didn't want to turn around. You tried to stay as still as a statuette for as long as possible, however the more you thought about the man behind you the more you felt the urge to turn around and take a bite of the forbidden fruit. Taking a deep breath, you slowly turned until you were face-to-face with your ex, Jungkook.

"Want to talk outside?" Not yet looking at him directly, you hesitantly nodded before quickly looking back to Jimin and then standing up. You left your purse there, figuring that your friend would grab it if he changed locations, and began trailing after the tall tattooed figure that navigated his way toward the door.

As the two of you stepped out into the cool autumn air, you crossed your arms and leaned against the building. Your heart was between your ears at this point, buzzing at what felt like 200 beats a minute. It was stupid for you to have even left Jimin's side, you thought, because now you were alone with your ex of all people and God knows what this boy has up his sleeve.

"You look good," Jungkook said gently as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and placed one between his lips. "And I know what you're going to say, you're so full of it Kook, but I mean it."

"Since when have you started smoking?" You asked, ignoring his previous two statements and gesturing toward the pack in his hand. He shrugged. "Couple weeks after I last saw you maybe? Not a big deal."

"You know that stuff's bad for you."

"I don't think sitting here third-wheeling with Jimin and his beau of the night is any better."

"You don't know Jimin, don't act like you do," You said, completely taken aback and offended by the words coming out of his mouth. "And I'm having a good time, thank you very much."

"Doesn't seem like it. Weren't you about to ask him if you guys could leave?"

"I was having- What?- Is there a reason you asked to talk to me out here?" You were struggling to form a complete sentence. This man always knew how to leave you speechless, but now it was just irritating. You watched as Jungkook leaned back onto the building with you and shook his head, giving you a toothy grin before lighting the cigarette in his mouth. "Nah. Just figured you'd have more fun out here talking to me and getting a break from it all."

"You know he's waiting for me, right? I should go back inside." You stand back up straight and begin walking back into the bar, however you feel a warm hand wrap gently around your wrist and tug you back. "Hey hey hey," Jungkook called. "He'll survive a few minutes without you. Just chill with me. I'm not asking you for anything, just a second of your time."

You turned to face your ex-lover, your eyes finally meeting his for the first time that night. Even after all this time of being apart, those beautiful doe eyes still yearned for you, and yours for him. With a shaky sigh, you brush his hand away and return to where you were standing. "Exes don't hang out like this, Jungkook."

"Woah, you're pulling out the full government name on me now?" The boy teased, puffing a cloud of smoke from his mouth. "Should I be offended?"

"I'm setting boundaries," You crossed your arms and kicked at the ground beneath you. "Nicknames are for friends or more than friends, which we aren't."

"We aren't strangers either though."

"That doesn't matter. Not friends."

"Alright, fine," Giving up, Jungkook looked down at his hand and flexed it awkwardly. "Just trying to be friendly."

"Friendly?!" You said frantically, finally having enough of his antics. "You don't need to be friendly. We broke up and that's the end of it. Exes aren't friends. They go their separate ways and when they see each other again – if they see each other – they ignore each other. I don't get why you're doing this psychological warfare bullshit on me."

"Exes can be friends," He breathed out in protest. "Can you even tell me why we broke up in the first place?"

You remained silent. The truth was that you didn't know why you broke up either. It had been almost a year since the whole ordeal went down, and you were still confused more than anything else, even more than you were hurt. All you can remember is that you guys went through some bullshit ‘mutual breakup’ that apparently neither of you wanted in the first place. The only reason you even agreed to it is because somewhere within you, you felt like perhaps you weren’t deserving of such a wonderful relationship. And the only reason Jungkook agreed to it is because he thought that it’s what you wanted.

"No, seriously. What went wrong? What did I do? I just want some closure..." His voice became increasingly softer as he kept speaking, which only meant one thing. You stared at the ground intensely, refusing to look up and see his teary eyes.

You felt his hand gently wrap around yours and tug on it as a plea for your attention. Jungkook was your weakness, the only person you'd willingly do anything for, and he really loved to take advantage of that without even realizing he was.

You peered up at him hesitantly, worried that you'd find yourself in tears the second you saw the ones pouring from his eyes. Sure enough, when the eye contact began, you were driving yourself forward into his strong arms and dampening his shirt with your tears.

Jungkook's embrace felt the same as it did the last time you felt it. It was still so warm, so inviting, so loving. Never once did you feel unsafe in his arms and this moment was not an exception. As you sobbed into his shirt you felt his hand move from around your waist to the top of your head, stroking your hair gently.

The two of you stood there for what seemed like hours, simply letting all emotion out while enjoying the company of one another. While Jungkook has been exceptionally transparent in expressing the fact that he's heartbroken about the situation between the two of you, it's safe to say that you feel equally as devastated. This man was once the love of your life and the only one you ever needed, but now everything about him except for his embrace feels foreign. This was someone you once saw yourself building a life with, but now it's shattering to think that he has a life after you.

You pulled away after a while, refusing to make eye contact as you wiped the tears from your eyes. This all felt entirely pointless. It was obvious that nothing went wrong in the relationship yet here you were, no longer in one. You couldn't begin to imagine what Jungkook had been going through since you guys broke up considering the fact that for you, your entire world turned upside down.

"I'm sorry," You managed to choke out before you felt Jungkook's hand gently guide your face up to look at his. You watched him stare at you for a moment, taking in your features, before his lips began to curl into a soft smile. "Mmm. Yeah. You're way too pretty to let slip through my fingers."

Feeling your face turn hot as a blush crept to your cheeks, you let out a soft giggle before you were cut off by a familiar pair of lips meeting yours.

"JUNGKOOK?" You heard a voice call out. The two of you pulled apart, eyes wide. Shit. You forgot about Jimin.

[hana-no-seiiki]

...... I want to know more about fenrir. I've known about him for three minutes but I want to smooch him so badly.

Fenrir is very much a dog. His real name is only known to you. And to those that didn’t read the previous Cat Villain! Reader post (shame on you lol no jk it’s been like a minute since that one) he’s one of your villain fuckbuddies.

Very much enemies to partners in crime. He used to hate your ass and would chase you around the neighborhood. And even when you two first partnered up it was basically the funny man / straight man dynamic wherein he’d keep your head in the game during heists.

But once you two hit it off he basically became your dog. He particularly fell in love with your kindness. The fact that you sacrifice and risk your freedom and everything you know just to give to those less fortunate.

He can be a bit radical/extreme. He will very much go to hell and back for you, but expects you to use his actions in a way that benefits others.

You met prior to Jason’s death and while you were dating Nightwing so it was also vv much platonic back then.

But then it turned romantic after shit hit the fan and you went insane.

He basically became your stress toy as you tried your damn hardest to look for Jason/bring him back to the land of the living.

You two are friends first though. So a lot of inside jokes, bickering, and fist bumps every heist or attempt to troll the vigilantes/heroes. (See; CV! Reader being every Robin’s Cherry Popper)

He can turn into a massive wolf and is usually the first line of defense against the vigilantes that try to stop you.

He hates being collared or treated like a doggy and had once bitten off a policeman’s hand for cooing at him. But the moment you call him your pup he’s on his knees.

Please smooch him, he needs more of your attention fr fr.

He eats a lot. You have to set aside a portion of your “earnings” to satiate the man’s void of a stomach. Dude is unapologetically feral when it comes to his precious sustenance. Surprisingly open to vegetables despite his whole canine thing.

Annddd lastly, he used to be a full on vigilante/hero before you two got close. Worked specifically with investigators to track down high profile criminals.

WAIT WAIT - ALSO- he likes to wear puffy/oversized/warm clothing mostly cause he wants to lend them to you for use whenever it gets cold in gotham. otherwise man’s got you covered with a fan, umbrella, and sunblock. He’s basically a personal assistant and he often fights for that spot with Tim.

He hates Tim. And everyone else but you. But he has a sort of rivalry/vendetta against Timmy boi.

(Ironically, he fights the most with Damian. Powers and what Damian does for animals aside, Fenrir just hates the dude’s blunt personality and tends to bicker a lot with him if not fully getting violent)

“I’m yours to use as you wish.”

Pssst also here’s an old sketch of him that I should really work on lol (these are just doodles of my dc universe ocs dont mind the other two characters)

[garbagelizard]

Best character hands down

:,)

Live laugh love my little chaotic evil clown man... Live Laugh Love 😭😭😭

[zeroclockk]

— ⋆˙⟡ Love Your Feeling (JJK) || Chapter one

- Cat Fights ₊˚⊹♡

"We're going to a party!" Minnie told us. "DO YOU KNOW WHO'S GONNA BE THERE?" "Yeah, yeah. Your future husband blah blah i know" she responded

Pair: jjk x femOC, college students, best friends

Word count: 6.6k

masterlist || taglist

!Friends to Lovers, Protective Brother, Secret Dating, Friends with Benefits, Angst, Mature content, Dysfunctional Family, Fluff, Smut, Mentions of Alcoholism and Abuse

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"Time's up, pens down"

Alright, I actually butchered that test. I mean it's not like I'm a grade A student, plus maths is.. overrated, fucked up. Who cares? Not me.

I pick up my backpack from the ground and walk over to the teacher's desk to hand in my test. No expression on my face as I walk past his desk, to the exit of the class room. Please don't call my name, please just let me go-

"Nayun!" I sigh loudly. Turn around in my tracks, and walk back. "Yes sir?" I try to sound as politely as possible, whilst giving him a faint little smile.

"Sit down for a second please" he points at the desk that's closest to his, I sit down in that very seat.

"Your grades haven't been the best in weeks, is everything okay at home?" I hate it when teachers act all concerned, maybe teach a little better? Maybe that'd help.

"Yeah I know. I've been great, maths just isn't my strongest subject" I say trying to keep my posture straight, looking down at my finger nails.

"Could you spare me 5 minutes of your time whilst I grade your paper right now?" I look back up, eyebrows raised. I wanna sigh so loudly, I need to stay respectful though. Why now? All this does, is take time off my precious, little, lunch.

"Yeah that's alright" I respond, as he reverts his focus on my test paper.

*bzz*

I grab my phone

JK: yo where you at?

Me: Mr. Kangs classroom, maths. Meet me there.

I immediately put my phone back again, and wait. Look around the room. There's not a lot to it. I remember at my old school, the teachers had their designated classrooms as well. They'd decorate it in whatever subject they were teaching.

This school? Not so much.

"So.. miss Min" he starts, putting his pen down. He places his elbows on the table, hands intertwined with each other, leaning his chin on top of it.

All I can do, is patiently await on what he has to say. I could give fuck all on maths, but Mr. Kang is scary.

"If you keep scoring this low, you won't pass next year. You got a 37% today." He says. Please just, get me out of here.

"I'll see if I can arrange something regarding my grade, i apologize." I get up from my seat, and leave the classroom. Give me 1 reason not to smash this man's car right now. 'Everything okay at home?' Yappa yappa, fuck this honestly.

I continue down the hallway, until I spot Jungkook. "How'd your test go?" Jungkook asks me. Jungkook has been my best friend since 7th grade, we grew very close over the years. "What do you think?"

"Not well?" He asks me again

"I didn't even get to the last question" I tell him, which makes him laugh. Bitch.

"HEY NAYUN HOW'D YOUR-"

"Sshh don't ask" Jungkook interrupts Nabi who spotted us walking in the hallway.

"oh- okay well... Jia is watching the football practice, wanna go sit with her?" She asks.

"Anything that takes my mind off of that stupid test is fine with me" I answer.

I really don't mind the fact that I didn't do well, it's the fact that he had to bring up my home situation. I'll tell him it's fine, of course. But one suspicion and I'll be sent to the counselor, again. I've done my story many times, over and over again.

"Why's she watching the football practice?" Jungkook asks Nabi. "Better question, why aren't you watching with her?" I say. Jungkook looks at me with a confused face, poor boy is not being led in on any of the tea.

"HEY! I'm not that desperate okay" Nabi responds, looking down at the ground. "You're saying that as if we're not heading over to practice right this second" I laugh.

She's not going to appreciate that comeback. I look over to her side, and as guessed she's looking at me very annoyed. Jungkook still doesn't know what we're on about, as we continue down the hall.

Football practice takes place at the back of the building, on the big field. It's really not that interesting, just some dudes kicking a ball around. But, I'm afraid to admit I'm quite excited as well. Taehyung is on the team, schools most popular boy. I would get killed if I admitted to finding him let's say... a little intriguing.

Nabi quietly runs over to Jia as soon as she's in sight, and sits next to her. Theyre probably gossiping about the reason why they're here in the first place.

"What are they on?" Jungkook asks me. He's so clueless, it's funny. I giggle a little, and tell him.

"Take a guess Jungkook, we're at a FOOTBALL practice.. full of BOYS" I make sure to pronounce the important clues to that sentence slowly, so that hopefully he'll catch on.

"Ew.. Do I really have to go with you guys? I didn't imagine my lunchtime to be spent watching a bunch of sweaty guys play football"

"Hey don't leave me alone in this, Don't you think there are things id rather be doing than this?" I lie, I might enjoy doing this for my lunch break.

I intertwine my arm with his making him stay put on the bleachers. "Well, why don't we just take a run for it and spend lunch doing more fun things?" Jungkook says.

"We could but.. We're already here, I think they might want us here. I don't see Minnie either so." Even if I wanted to spent my lunch with Jungkook. I gotta say that I'm pretty lazy as well. Jungkook and I walk over to the two girls sitting on the bleachers, giggling trying to look their best. And I can tell you, it's working.

"Hiii!" Jia greets me. I quickly hug her and sit next to her. "So who are we looking at" Jungkook asks.

"You told him?!" Jia snaps her head at me, jaw dropped. "I mean why else would we be here? I can't lie to him you know that" Honestly I just wanted to gossip with him, I can lie to that boy all I want.

"You dirty-" She switches her gaze from me to Jungkook, and squints her eyes.

"We're not looking at anyone" and looks back at the field.

Jungkook and I look at each other, bursting into laughter. "As if we're gonna believe that" I say.

"Yeah seriously tell us, who are we looking at" Jungkook asks.

Jia is seriously getting pissed, but she isn't gonna get Jungkook to believe we're just sitting here because of the fresh air or something.

Nabi chimes in smiling "You see number 5? She totally got a crush on Him" She tells Jungkook

"HEY! NO NO, LET'S TALK ABOUT NUMBER 11 INSTEAD" Jia says pointing at the field where number 11 and 5 are standing, doing pretty much nothing.

"WHAT?! NO NO, We don't have to number 11 is pretty much irrelevant" Nabi nervously laughs leaning over Jia, pushing her arms away.

The two boys notice the fuss from behind them and they look at all of us, Nabi and Jia quickly sit back down smiling softly as if they weren't fighting just now.

"Anyways where's Minnie?" I ask both of the girls.

"She's skipping school to go out with some mystery boy" Jia answers. "Hold up what??" Nabi and I both say confused that one of us is going out.

"Yeah I have no idea, she's seeing some guy but I'm not allowed to know who" Jia informs us. That makes one of us to actually get some dick, congrats.

"Do you know anything about this guy?" Nabi asks.

"Nope, I have a feeling he goes to this school but I got no clues whatsoever. It was difficult finding out she was hanging out with a boy in the first place" Jia tells her.

Usually, I'm not really that curious of a person. I think I should leave people and their businesses alone but when it comes to my best friends? Yeah, I'd definitely wanna know. Minnie is hanging out with a guy, possibly from school? Why didn't she tell us? Is this guy hot? Is he good to her?

Anyways.. when is it my turn, I'm seriously getting tired. 19 years, and all I've gotten is guys just looking for a little fling. It's frustrating thinking ur about to settle with someone, just to hear they don't want anything serious.

"Omg Nayun, look that guy is totally looking at you!" Nabi says which snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Huh, what?" I say redirecting my attention to her. "Number 1, he's totally looking at you" Nabi says again.

I look over at the field to find number 1 looking our way. Number 1 aka THE Kim Taehyung. He's 20 years old, 178cm tall. He's honestly so handsome, to have him looking at me sounds quite, unreal to say the least. I don't crush on people an often but, Taehyung has definitely been an exception recently.

"Ew no he's probably just checking out Jungkook" I say to get the awkwardness off of me.

"Oh my god yes please" Jungkook says before biting his lip softly, waving at the guy looking at us. Everyone bursts into laughter. Why is he like this, I can't with this dude.

"What do you guys have for your next class?" I ask.

"We're free" Nabi says referring to Jia and her while swinging her arm around Jia's  neck.

"Are you kidding me? How?" I ask.

"Wednesdays are short for us and our economics teacher is sick." Jia answers.

"Ugh, jealous. Jungkook what about you?" I look over to his side. "I got English next, after that I got art, and then I'm done" he replies.

"Is art a two hour class for you?" I ask. "Yeah, I finish at 3 pm" he says. "Great! wanna take the bus home together?" I ask him. I seriously do not want to ride home alone today.

I don't know what it is but one day I just don't want to go on my own, and the other I'd wish I was the only person taking that bus. "Sure I'll wait at your locker" he says.

"Wait, you guys really spent your time watching these sweaty guys? Like as in your free time? Voluntarily?" Jungkook asks Nabi and Jia. "The situation still isn't very clear to you now is it Jungkook?" I ask him.

"No, please do explain" he answers.

Seriously this dude does not catch on for the life of me, sometimes it gets really annoying but it isn't his fault.

"Okay so Nabi has this thing for number 11 Park Jimin, and Jia has this thing for number 5 Kim Jongin, they call him Kai" I explain

"Ohh so Nabi wasnt kidding" He says.

"No she was full on exposing Nabi" i laugh. "Wait, Kai's real name is Jongin?"

"Yeah I didn't know either, no clue where it comes from" Kai sounds better anyways so who really cares?

"This is boring me already"

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My last class felt like it was never going to end, I've never been so bored in my entire life. I walk to my locker, to grab my stuff. Jungkook is already leaning against it. Legs crossed, phone in hand. At first sight, he looks like he'd be one of the popular ones.

He changed his look a lot, over the years. Going from this baby faced little boy, with a bowl cut. To a well mannered guy that goes to the gym, grown out hair, and great sense of fashion.

I try to stay as silent as possible in attempt to scare him, but I fail. He's spot me already, tucking his phone in his pocket. "Sup. You wanna grab something to eat first before going home?" He asks me.

"Omg can we please go to Bunny Bites?" I answer, opening my locker to grab my stuff. He agrees with me.

Bunny bites is, despite its name. A really cute cat cafe, downtown. Not many people know of it, since it's quite tucked away. The people who do know, like to gate keep the place.

The place is so, pinterest worthy. The moment it gets known to the public, there'd be a waitlist just to sit there. We walk next to each other on the way out of the school building. Not really known what to talk about i just decided to stay silent. Our silences are never awkward so thats positive.

The amounts of times we've gone to Bunny Bites, has become countless. Definitely a hidden gem, between our friend group. Taking the bus there doesn't need a lot of thinking, as it just goes automatically at this point.

As we're walking through the hallway, I wonder if we'd be able to spot Minnie's, 'hot' new boyfriend.

"Do you have any idea who Minnie's new boyfriend might be?" I ask looking at him. "Pfft, you really think I'd know?"

"Well I don't know maybe you know people who like saw them together or whatever.. it wouldn't be impossible you know" I say looking back at the ground. "What's she into?" He asks, making me look up at his face. "What?"

"like what does she look for in guys? maybe we can spot someone who fits her standards" he says waiting for my answer, looking around the hallway.

"Oh!.. Well, I don't know... old?" I answer him.

"OLD? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?" He says, very confused about what I just told him.

I laugh at him for not understanding the joke, his reactions can be priceless when he doesn't know what's going on. "Don't worry it's a joke" I reassure him.

"Dang I for real thought she wanted to get her love interests out of a retirement home or something" he says while holding the straightest face ever as if he's being really serious about this.

"A RETIREMENT HOME BYE~" I say not being able to hold in my laughter. "YEAH WELL HOW WOULD I KNOW?" He yells. I laugh so hard my knees give in and i somewhat fall to the ground. "Let's just get to the bus" i say wiping my tears of laughter, away from my face.

Jungkook opens the door to the exit of the school, holding it open for me. Swinging his arm to the opening, signing for me to go first.

"There you go 'm lady" he says. Bowing his head down a little, talking in a proper accent. "Why thank you, kind sir." I respond. Bending my leg a little, with the other one crossing behind it. Holding up my imaginary dress, as I also bow down my head.

The bus station is right outside the school, and is already waiting there. I sit down, at the window side of the bus. Holding my backpack on my lap, arms across the front of it. Jungkook sits next to me, on the aisle seat.

He grabs his phone and a set of earphones, out of the front pocket of his backpack. Then places the bag on the ground between his legs, before he offers me one earpiece. As I put the earphone in, he puts the other one in his. "What do you want to listen to?" Jungkook asks me, offering me the phone.

"You choose" I tell him, not wanting to take the time to come up with something i'd want to listen to. Omg no... I realize what he's put on as soon as I hear the first note. This man will not shut up about "Justin Bieber" and of course, he's put that on.

I sigh as I think to myself that I should've just chosen something myself, anything would've been better than Justin Bieber. "Give me that phone" I say holding out my hand, gesturing for him to give me the phone but he doesn't.

"No you told me to choose so... your bad" He says.

Oh my lord this man.

I just close my eyes, and rest my head on the window of the bus. Not registering any of the music that's blasting into my ear. I feel a tap on my knee and I open my eyes looking at jungkook. "We're here" he says with a soft smile.

I didn't even notice time pass as Jungkook rips the earphone from my ear and puts it in his backpack before standing up,

"Ow!" I exclaim, reaching for my ear with my hand. "Careful next time" he doesn't care, and just checks out. I stand up and follow him outside of the bus.

It's a small 2 minute walk, from the bus to the cafe. It's in this small alleyway, you could call it a shopping alley. It's small independent shops, owned by the people who live above the shop. They've decorated the street, with nice little lights and flowers.

Bunny bites in particular, has awning stripes in baby pink and white. The door and window frames, have also been painted in the same baby pink. The inside has been furnished with, whites and a light wooded color.

As you enter the cafe. You're expected to take your shoes off, and wash your hands. Then you go through the second door, and sit down. So we do just that.

The owners are nice, it's a mother with her daughter that takes care of the place. They make the best pastries, and breakfast meals. The place is fairly small, as it isn't really popular. There's about 4 tables, and a sofa.

"I think I'm gonna order the pancake with strawberries and chocolate" I say as I greet the cats. Jungkook says hi to the one of the cats aswell. "Imma get one too"

I haven't spotted my favorite cat yet. His names Coco, and he's the absolute sweetest. He's got white fur, with big dark brown spots, and some orange spots. A big fluffy calico cat.

We greet the elder woman, as she walks towards us. "What can I get you sweeties today?" She smiles.

"I'm craving one of your delicious Japanese pancakes, with banana and honey topping" Jungkook says, before the woman looks at me.

"For me a pancake aswell, but with strawberry and chocolate topping" standing up from the ground, sitting at one of the round tables.

"Sorry, could I ask where Coco is?" I ask the woman. "Ah he hasn't come to you yet?" She asks, and I shake my head.

"Hold on, I think he slipped upstairs" She turns around. Walks to the door that separates the cafe from their home, as she calls for him.

Not even 10 seconds later, he's walking through the doorway. As soon as Coco spots me, he's meowing like crazy sprinting at me. He jumps up on my lap, and reaches with his head for my cheek. I'm just as excited to see him, as he is to see me.

It's that my mother doesn't allow cats, otherwise I would've snatched this one away. "Why is it always you that gets the animals attention" Jungkook says, shaking his head playfully. "He just loves me I can't help it"

In the mean time, the woman's has started to make our pancakes. I'm not even that hungry, but I've always got room for some of her pancakes. "You should see if you could adopt him"

"I wish, mom wouldn't allow it tho" I answer between my baby talk to coco, as I pet his head. His little paws are stretched right underneath my collarbones, back legs stretched out on my thighs.

It doesn't take long for our food to arrive, serving us our pancakes and 2 smoothies. "It's on the house" She tells us. Both Jungkook and I tell her off.

"Ma'am we couldn't" He says. "Yeah no we'll pay for it, tip even. It's not a problem"

"You guys are young, save your money okay. Let me treat you this meal. You've came in regularly, and always been so nice. See this as a thank you" She smiles. Jungkook and I are silent, we don't know what to answer. She already returns to her kitchens, so I guess it's a free lunch.

I put Coco back on the ground, and grab my phone out of the pocket of my skirt. Our school was very thoughtful, while making these school uniforms. I have pockets in my skirt, the uniform isn't ugly either. I'm gonna be honest, I quite like my school uniform.

I open my phone as I see an incoming snap from Minnie. I open the picture she sent me but it's so blurry it takes time to actually realize what's been captured. I examine the picture thoroughly, and turn it around for Jungkook to see.

"Look Minnie sent me a snap, I think it happened on accident" I show him the picture and he's immediately invested in it. "That's totally some boys hair over there" he says as he points to the corner of the screen examining the picture as well.

"What?" I answer. I didn't see it. I couldn't make anything out of that picture for the life of me, but as I look closely at the top corner of the picture, I notice what Jungkook had just pointed out. and he is right.

"So he has black hair then!" I say excitedly looking up at him. "I'm telling you we'll find out who he is, we just gotta play detective carefully" He says.

"We'll see, I don't understand why she's not telling us like- it's not like I'll tell the whole school, I bet he isn't ugly either so nobody will make fun of her. I just don't understand" I tell him taking my food from the tray and placing it in front of me.

"You? Not telling the whole school?" He says doubtingly. "HEY! Don't do me like that I can keep a secret okay" I say in defense. "Sure whatever you say" he laughs. I ignore his comment and just start eating.

The pancake is to die for, I wish I could eat this every single day. She drizzles melted chocolate over the freshly cut strawberries, that are placed on top of the fluffy pancake. And it doesn't take long to finish it, either. By the time I'm completely done, I remember that I was supposed to tutor today.

Usually I tutor on Mondays, but since they won't be home they asked me to come a few days early. I hastily check the time to see it's 4.35pm already, I was supposed to be there at 5.

"Omg. Jungkook I'm so sorry gotta go, I'm gonna be late!" I say. I stand up from my chair and pet Coco one last time to say goodbye. Of course I thank the lady for our food, and kindness. "What? where?" he asks confused standing up as well.

"I have to tutor today but I forgot" How could I forget ugh my stupid brain. "Where is it ill take the bus with you"

"Ahh it's somewhere near Gongdeog station I gotta be there in 25" I say

"Don't worry well make it it's not too far from here" he says. He grabs his backpack aswell, thanks the lady just like I did. And just like that we rush out of the cafe.

It's getting on my nerves as I'm rushing late. it's nice of Jungkook to go with me, it takes my mind off of things a bit. I'm still stressed about the whole situation, how could I be so stupid to forget? Luckily we make it in time by just 1 minute.

"You really didn't have to come all the way to the front door with me Jungkook, thank you for coming with me tho" I say to him, out of breath from running from the bus stop to the front door. "It's fine don't worry about it yun" he says catching his breath.

"Quick go in, you'll be late" Gesturing for me to go up to the house. "Thanks again, I'll see you later" I say turning to the front door and ringing the doorbell.

I look behind me to see Jungkook has left already and look back to the front door as the child's mother opens the door.

"Hi sorry i'm late it won't happen again I promise" i apologize to his mother, as she kindly smiles at me.

"Oh don't worry about it. Jaewoo is running late as well, his dad is picking him up from taekwondo class" she says

"How about a cup of tea?" she asks letting me into her home.I take off my shoes, and hang my blazer and backpack on the coat hanger. Before I walk to the kitchen, where she's standing.

"Sure, tea sounds good! do you have lemon tea by chance?" I ask, as I sit down at the dining table.

"yes I do, how was school today?" she grabs two cups from the cabinet above her, and places them on the counter. turning on the kettle that's standing next to the stove. "Ah, it was okay I guess. I had a test today but i'm afraid i didn't do all too well." I tell her. Maybe as a tutor, I shouldn't be telling her I didn't do well on my test.

"I'm sure you did fine. Youre good in most subjects Nothing to worry about." She says. Filling the cups with hot water, and putting the bags in it. She places them on the table in front of me, returning to the kitchen to get some honey and sugar. She takes a seat opposite of me, wrapping her hands around her mug before she looks at me disappointed.

"He's been having problems at school again" she suddenly says. "What? again?"Jaewoo has his issues. He's not been getting good grades, and has been acting very aggressive towards his classmates. It might be the age i don't know.

He's just turned 12 years old, and his dad is pretty much out of the picture. He occasionally brings him to his taekwondo classes whenever his mother isn't up for it.

She's been having a rough patch, she's still holding up strong. she found out her husband was having an affair, and since then everything just fell apart. The only moment when Jaewoo isn't in a mood, is when he's with his father. but he doesn't want to take responsibility, and care for his son. Occationally he picks him up, but it's rare. Poor kid.

She sighs loudly.

"Yeah.. you know he looks for fights, this one was different. He usually just yells at some kid but, I don't know."

"What did he do? Did something bad happen?"

"He beat a kid up. The poor kid is in the hospital right now, checked up on. Luckily he seems to be doing well. What if Jaewoo is an actual danger to the kids of his school?" I feel worry all through my body. i might sound careless talking about Jaewoo, and i might not mention him a lot, but i really do care about him.

"ill take him to lotte world some day!" why did i suggest that..? i dont have the money to pay for that?! what did i get myself into.. "You'd do that? i think he'd love to! you know he loves you.."

I've been involved in their family for a while now, i used to babysit little Jaewoo and now im tutoring him atleast once a week. I'd say i know their family more than i know my own. "Yeah no ofcourse!" I tell her.

And just as i say that the door opens and slams shut loudly, until we hear heavy footsteps going to the first floor. "I'll go talk to him" i say. His mother is very chill, shes such a sweet woman. she just cares about him and his education a lot.

I stand up from my chair and walk upstairs, walking into his room without hesitating. "Oh my god Jaewoo, you'll never guess what happened at school today."

"what?" he says more than annoyed, not even looking at me. Sitting on his bed, back to the door. "So we had talent day right? and these two guys started dancing and singing infront of the whole school but then! omg no never mind.." i say laughing at my own made up story.

"what happened?" he says with a soft voice looking up at me. i sit down next to him on his bed, and continue my story. "Soo.. These two guys were performing right, dancing. haha it was so funny to see, But then! one of these dudes decides to do a cartwheel. which, he did it very badly. but as soon as he landed.. HIS TROUSERS FELL OFF" i tell him, laughing at my own imagination. Trying to get him to warm up too, which works.

He doesnt laugh but i can see the smallest smile forming on his lips. "Wanna tell me about your day?" i ask. The faint smile that i saw on his face, faded again. I can tell something is bothering him. he shruggs and looks away. now unable to see his face i sigh, putting a hand on his shoulder

"Come on.." i say with a soft smile.

"I got into a fight with someone today.." He says. i can tell hes disappointed just by the way he said it. ive known him for about his whole life, he feels like a little brother to me. i cant help but feel worried.

Because of my school and homework, i started to drift away from their family. before that, i used to be here nearly every day. Whenever i'd have issues in my own home, i'd be welcomed here with open arms. "What happened?" i ask, but he does not seem to open up. "i wont tell mum i promise" and thats the point where he breaks. He starts crying. I can't remember the last time ive seen him cry like that.

He turns around on his bed facing me, hands covering is face. I immediately go to wrap my arms around him. i feel bad, it hurts my heart to see him cry like that.

Theres no words coming out of his mouth, only the sound of him crying being audible. He's pressed against me, as i hug hi. resting my chin on his head. "I bet they were very stupid werent they?" and i can feel him nod as i ask that.

"I don't really want to talk about it." He said.

"That's fine Jae" I said, as I took his shoulders and moved him away from me. I wipe his tears away, as he looks up at me with his big puppy eyes.

"Cmon.. your mother expects us to do homework" I nudge my head to his doorway, gesturing for us to go downstairs. We both stand up, making sure his cheeks are dry and his eyes are normal again. We both know his mother will worry if she finds out he's crying, about what ever is happening. She didn't notice. I helped him with his maths and English, then had dinner at their place.

Jaewoo's mother, Eunso. Can cook like crazy, today she's made a once delicious japchae again. My mother doesn't really cook often, it was usually just me behind the stove. Past few years she's been trying to pick it up again, but she kinda sucks at it.

It's crazy to think, actually. In a normal household, the mother's cooking is what makes you feel like a kid even until your old age. It's what reminds you of her, of your childhood. It gives you this warm feeling inside, this piece of comfort. The comfort I get from Eunso, for example.

Though I love it here, every night has to come to an end. Can't stay over as much as I used too since we're all getting older. I don't blame her for it though! It's me dealing with my life, not her.

I walk out of the house, and check my phone.10.45 am. Actually kill me right now.

The ride home isn't that long, it's just uncomfortable. Late at night as a girl, on a bus. Lots can happen.

I wait for my bus and sit down as usual. get home 35 minutes later, and walk into my house.

My brother used to get mad at me, for staying out for that long. My mother has gotten used to it now, can't exactly say the same for my brother tho.

I walk in and mum is passed out on the couch as usual, tv still on.

I turn off the tv, immediately removing all noise from the apartment. Try to find a blanket in the dark, and put it over her.

Its quiet. I investigate the house, living room, kitchen, my brothers room. He's not home I think. I shouldn't let that worry me. He's older, he can do whatever he wants.

Take my makeup off and just decide it's best for me to rest. Too tired to do my skincare, properly. I grab the first moisturizer I could find, and just lather some on my face. Put on my pajamas, and get in bed.

"NINI!" I see as I check my phone. It's cold. I barely want to text, just because the cold is able to hit my arms like that.

The text is from Jia. She usually stays up late, so it doesn't surprise me that she's probably wide awake.

Me: What's up!!

Jia: GUESS WHAT!!

Me: WHAT HAPPENED!?

Jia: KAI JUST FOLLOWED ME !!!

Me: WHAT?! HOLD ON

I go to my own Instagram, seeing I had gotten a notification earlier this evening.I click on the heart formed button at the top, just to see the that most popular boy of school followed me.

@KimTaeH has followed you

Oh. My. God. Immediately I think to myself.

'What if Jimin followed Nabi aswell?'

Quickly clicking on the follow back button, I navigate to the search bar. Going to Nabi's account, onto her followers list. Lo and behold, Jimin indeed is the last person that followed her.

Cocktail crew

Me: GUYS GUYS. Me: THE BOYS FOLLOWED US!

Nabi: WHO???

Jia: CHECK YOUR INSTA GIRL

Me: NABS JIMIN FOLLOWED U!

Nabi: WJAT!?

Me: YEAH, TAEHYUNG FOLLOWED ME AND KAI FOLLOWED GIGI

Jia: He's so in love with me

Nabi: LOL SAME GIRL

Jia: I MEAN.. I CANT BLAME HIM IM IRRESISTIBLE

Me: TRUEEEE!!

Jia: Wait, Nini why are you still awake?

Nabi: yeah now that you mention it, it's late for your doing

Me: I got home like 20ish minutes ago.

Nabi: ah, that explains a lot

Minnie: HEY BABES!!

Me: MIN!!!

Jia: GIRL WEVE MISSED U

Nabi: MIN HRU 😏😏

Minnie: oh shut it nabs

Nabi: OH JUST TELL US ALREADY!!!!

Jia: Yeah min don't you think us, totally awesome, pretty and amazing, gorgeous girls deserve to know? 🥺🥺

Minnie: first of all, No. Second of all, Were going to a party 🤗

Jia: WHOSE??? WHEN??

You might say that Jia likes her parties, might.. Jia is probably the most unreal girl, I've ever met in my entire life.

Jia is gorgeous, outgoing, a social butterfly and.. to top it off, she started social media about 4 years ago.

Not in a normal way, posting a few tiktoks and sharing stuff on Instagram.

No.

Over the past 4 years, she's gathered around 4,7M followers on tiktok.2.3M on youtube and around 986K on instagram.

She's worked hard for it. posting high quality vlogs on YouTube, even if they didn't reach an audience. And it definitely payed off in the end.

I couldn't think of a better person to be in the position that she is in, one I know personally of course. I met her at school, when I was around 15.

I was In the bathroom, and had randomly gotten my period. Clearly panicked I ran out to, spot another girl. Jia just so happened to be there. Not having anything with her, she ran to the store and bought me some.

We exchanged numbers, since I didn't have many friends.

Jia and Nabi were kinda a package deal.

Been basically attached to the hip since birth. And Minnie?.. yeah, I don't know how she spawned in. I wouldn't trade them for any other friend group though.

Minnie: I think it's a party at the football teams house

Jia: .. when is this gonna.. take place?

Minnie: tomorrow!

Jia: I'm going to drag Nabi out of bed, to come and personally kill you min.

Me: oh oh

Nabi: I'd rather die than go to that party.. Nabi: okay no I'm kidding, I'm actually quite excited.

Jia: you're both coming over to Nabs and mine, im planning your outfits.

Minnie: do I have to?..

Jia: yes, this is your punishment for telling me this late. You know who's gonna be there!??

Minnie: yeah yeah I know, your future husband blah blah. what time do you want me there?

Jia: What time does it start?

Minnie: Like 10 there, at their house.

Jia: I'm expecting you guys at 6.30, love ya 🥰

Me: Night babes, see ya tomorrow🩷

And I close my phone, put it beside my on charge. I'm tired, my brother still hasn't come home so.. I don't really know if I should wait for him to come home or just sleep.

And as if the universe can hear my thoughts, I can hear the front door open. I rush out of bed to walk to the living room.

"Where have you been?" I say as he turns on the lights. His face is red and blue, blood running from his cheek. "Omg are you okay?!" I say instantly worried.

"I'm fine" he says sternly

I rush over to him, to inspect his wounds. He throws his jacket over the chair, that's right beside the sofa. We look over to mom, still fast asleep. Beer bottles gathered on the ground, he sighs. He walks past me towards the bathroom, and I follow. "Who did this" I say.

"No one"

"So what you just randomly got this" He grabs a towel, to clean up. I rip it out of his hands, wetting it before facing him. He doesn't answer me.

"Who did this" I ask again, raising my voice a little.

"NOBODY DID NAYUN" he yells. I flinch at his reaction. "Yoongi.."

"Sorry"

Now we’re both stay silent, he's come home beat up a few times before. Not enough for it to be regular, but enough for me to know how to take care of the injuries. And that's just what I do.

The cut on his cheek is pretty deep, using alcohol and butterfly bandaids to disinfect and plaster it. "Does it hurt?" He stays silent, so I just look at him.

"It's okay, thank you" is all he answers, before he walks past me and disappears in his room. I'm left with the clean up, I'm worried for him. I knock on his door. "Have you eaten yet" I say softly "Go to bed Nayun "

I feel sad, I care a lot for him. To see him physically hurt like that, hurts me too. And when I ask, all he does is shut me out. If I were to come home beaten up, he would not stop asking until he hears a name. Then leave and probably kill that person. But when I'm the one asking? I just get told to shut up.

Though I do listen, listen to his command.

Return to my own room, and call it a day.

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[blondeboyfriend]

𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐙𝐄 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] This is my submission for @bastardblvd's Wet Hot Slimeball Summer Collab. My prompt was ☀️lifeguard☀️. Special thanks to the love of my life, @strawberrystepmom, for beta reading this. [ SYNOPSIS ] LOCAL LIFEGUARD LETS CUTE GIRL DROWN SO HE CAN PLAY THE HERO AND GET PUSSY [ WORD COUNT ] 1.8k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU, mostly written from Zeke's POV, no plot; no problem (jk there are problems), manipulation, dubcon, predator/prey vibes, lowkey somnophilia (y/n is barely conscious), oral sex (f receiving), public-ish sex, jerking off.

Zeke didn’t consider himself a bad guy. He was well-mannered, his politeness instilled in him by his late mother, and pretty nice if he put his mind to it. He was a hard worker and the first to jump into the water to save someone. His experience was unmatched, having been stationed at the same beach since he was a teenager, and his knowledge was unparalleled. His boss had even dubbed him the boy wonder…

No, Zeke wasn’t a bad guy…

He just did bad things…

Like letting pretty girls get themselves into trouble so he could rescue them from the big, bad ocean.

But who could blame him? Temptation was lurking around every corner. It was like a siren’s song, leading him astray and drowning him in inebriating waters. He simply couldn’t control himself sometimes. It’s not his fault he was bogged down by his carnal desires.

And it’s certainly not his fault that you came to the beach on a quiet Monday morning. He spotted you from the lifeguard tower, his eyes glued to you. You looked like an angel making your way across the sand, your white billowy cover up trailing behind you, caught in the gentle sea breeze. His cheeks grew warm as you unbuttoned it, revealing a matching white bikini underneath. It looked heavenly against your sun kissed skin.

Zeke knew he should tell you about the three rip currents plaguing the beach, but where was the fun in that? He opened the door to the tower and stepped down, watching you as you waded in the turbulent water. You looked so unaware of the danger surrounding you. All it would take would be one big wave to knock you down and then you’d be swept out to sea.

“Be careful,” he shouted through his megaphone. He needed to at least seem diligent.

You turned, your back facing the ocean, a rookie mistake.

“I will,” you hollered back.

He could barely hear you over the waves licking the shore. Thankfully he didn’t care. He was too caught up in the sneaker wave heading towards you. By the time you noticed it was too late, and the wave knocked you off your feet. You fell forward on your hands and knees, and tried to anchor yourself, but the water kept rushing in, gradually submerging you. As it began to recede the waves pulled you away from the shore and into the untamed ocean.

Zeke smirked. You didn’t seem too phased as you casually treaded water. He assumed you would have panicked and flailed around, wasting your precious energy. He couldn’t help but be a little disappointed. Your inconceivable skills decimated his plan. He exhaled deeply and debated pursuing you in a more socially acceptable manner. At this point it was the only way.

Contemplating such a thing made his mouth fill with saliva. He couldn’t bear the thought of attempting small talk or suggesting you two grab a drink. It was wholly against his nature.

And lucky for him he wouldn’t have to.

Another sneaker wave consumed you, leaving no trace of your existence. Grabbing his rescue board he made his way down the beach and into the water. When he pulled your limp body onto the board, you were sedated and calm. He always loved an easy rescue.

“So stupid,” you murmured.

He looked down at you, his eyes trained on your exposed breast. The chilled ocean water left your nipple erect. It practically demanded his attention.

“You’re fine,” he cooed. “The water’s deceptive today. Don’t beat yourself up.”

His tone was saccharine, terminal in its sweetness. He was amazed he was able to mask his hunger. Seeing you so defenseless made his cock throb. You weakly smiled and muttered a muted “thank you” before drifting away as Zeke took you back to shore.

“Let me take a look at you in the tower. I want to make sure you’re okay,” he said, lifting you up.

He didn’t give you a chance to protest, not that you would’ve been able to. You were hardly in a position to exercise your agency. All you could do was gaze up at him sleepily, worn out from your battle against the waves.

The inside of the lifeguard tower was cramped. Sand littered the floor. The hot air was thick with the smell of sunscreen and salt water. He sat you down in the lone chair and stared down at your exhausted body. He lifted your chin. Your dazed look made his heart race. He got down on his knees and extended one of your bent legs. His weathered hands were rough against the tender flesh of your thighs.

“Does anything hurt?” he asked even though he honestly didn’t care.

You shook your head.

“I’m going to check you for injuries anyway. Better to be safe than sorry,” he recited.

He caressed your limbs, taking in every inch of you. His hands wandered your body, his eyes consuming it. It was hard to believe such a stupendously lifeless angel was gracing his presence.

“How do you feel?”

“Like… I need to… sit down for… a while,” you mumbled.

Your eyelids were so heavy; you could barely keep them open. But overall you seemed in good enough shape. Zeke couldn’t have had better luck.

“I think I can manage that,” he said warmly as his cock continued to throb. “I need to keep an eye on you for a bit anyway.”

“No. Go and…. do—do your job. I’ll be okay here by”—you yawned—”myself.”

Zeke placed his hands on your hips, his grip tight and commanding.

“I’d be a pretty shitty lifeguard if I left you in here on your own,” he said. 

His grey eyes were dark with ache. You let out a weak laugh and wiped away the sand that had dusted your cheek. You mumbled an apology. He shushed you and hooked his fingers under your bikini bottoms. You exhaled sharply and he paused.

“What?” he asked playfully. “C’mon.”

Your face was adorned with a pathetic, little frown. It hardly deterred him, but he decided to play nice. He cupped your face with a calloused hand. His cock was chafing against his board shorts.

“Don’t you want to properly thank me for my efforts?” he asked, running his finger along your bottom lip.

You hesitated.

“I’ll make you feel so good,” he purred, sounding more inelegant than he would’ve preferred. He slipped two of his fingers into your mouth. “If anything I’m doing you a favor on top of saving your life.”

Your mouth was soft and warm. He wanted to fuck it.

“You deserve some comfort after everything you’ve been through,” he said, pressing down on your tongue.  His tone was slightly more urgent, more insistent. “Don’t deprive yourself.”

You did nothing in protest, entrusting him with your life once more. Seeing you surrender yourself did wonders for his ego and made his balls feel tight. Your steadfast silence was heavenly. He always preferred the quiet type.

He took his fingers out of your mouth, staring at your lips. He thought about kissing you, but that was too intimate. You were prey, nothing built to last. His eyes trailed down your body, lingering on your breasts. He untied your bikini top and watched as it fell unceremoniously to the floor.

He took your erect nipple between his lips and sucked. He wondered if you could feel his beard against your skin, and if you noticed how he kept his well-oiled and trim. You hummed as he swirled his tongue around your nipple. 

You sighed heavily and made a feeble attempt at curling your toes. It was so cute. He couldn’t help but whimper a little.

Your skin was salty, still dappled with water. The ocean’s cruel touch left your skin clammy. But it did little to deter him. He didn’t care if you were warm, he just cared if you had a heartbeat or not.

He pulled away from your breast and peeled off the rest of your bikini. He positioned himself between your thighs and buried his face in your cunt, his nose brushing up against your clit. Your scent was ambrosial and dizzying. He spread apart your folds with his tongue, savoring the taste of your arousal.

Zeke looked up at you, meeting your sleepy gaze. He swept his tongue along your cunt before slipping the tip inside. A small whimper fell from your lips. He did it again, relishing the sound of your voice.

“Yes…” you mumbled as he lapped at your folds.

He felt like his cock was going to burst. He pulled his cock out of his board shorts and palmed its aching tip. It was dewy with precum. He gripped the length of it and stroked. Euphoria enveloped him.

He sucked on your clit as your soft moans filled the lifeguard tower. He felt insatiable and couldn’t stand the thought of this moment ending. In a perfect world you would be his little pet, one he could consume at any time. The sweet taste of your arousal would always be within reach.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his gruff voice muffled by your cunt.

More precum dribbled from his tip and he began to rut against his fist. He showed neither himself nor you any mercy. He was relentless as he feasted on your cunt. You writhed in your seat, your body falling victim to the debauchery Zeke unleashed.

He made eye contact with you, his lustful gaze unwavering.

“Are you going to be a good girl and come all over my tongue?” he asked as he furiously jerked himself off.

“Uh-huh,” you said, placing your hand on the back of his head.

Your touch sent him over the edge. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it together, but he refused to come before you. He grabbed onto your hips and rolled his tongue against your clit, trying to ignore his swollen cock. He continued to hold your gaze.

“Oh my god,” you murmured, pushing his head deeper into your cunt.

Zeke struggled to ignore how sweet you sounded as your orgasm washed over you. The relief he felt once you finally stopped was immense. He stood up and tried in vain to wipe away some of your arousal that had soaked his beard.

His cock was heavy in his hand as he pulled on its length. He was so close, he could taste it. He felt like he was going to burst at any second. He watched as you shut your eyes and seemed to doze off. He couldn’t help but be a little heartbroken. You were supposed to be marveling at him and his beautiful cock. He snapped his fingers by your ear while he fucked his fist. 

“Look at me,” he growled.

Your eyes fluttered open and stared at him. His entire body was flooded with warmth as long, thick ropes of cum splattered against you. He couldn’t control his hearty moans as he watched it drip down your skin. You looked so confused, so lost, and it was exactly what he wanted.

[beachbabey]

your instagram but you're married to bob floyd

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y/n.floyd: the fratboy pose is kinda hot ngl

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trace.nat: no, don't de-yassify my boy like that

rooster_bb: dad energy, it's the squint and the trucker cap

-> y/n.floyd: *daddy 👀

-> coyote.jm: she sat right next to me as she wrote this, on military time 😒

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y/n.floyd: yeah but does your husband send you cute selfies of him at work?

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r.bob.floyd: love ya honey ;)

cs_fanboy: I send you selfies all the time :(

-> r.bob.floyd: yeah @/y/n.floyd what about our son??

h.n.g.m.n: where's the baby on board sticker I bought you?? 😔

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y/n.floyd: but you haven't seen my baby, but you haven't seen my man <3

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r.bob.floyd: @/trace.nat what does it mean to be 'lana del ray coded'?

-> trace.nat: dw about it 💕

coyote.jm: looking hot rob!!

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y/n floyd: still feels like yesterday, love you forever robby <3

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r.bob.floyd: thanks for making this sailor the happiest man alive, love you baby xx

rooster.bb: the way bob still blushes when you wink at him is kinda cute ngl, but you didn't hear that from me

reubenfitch: my favourite couple

-> trace.nat: literally couple goals 💕

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y/n.floyd: whos the birthday boy?

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ice.ice.kazansky: have a good one bobby!

cs_fanboy: birthday boy is currently singing (screaming) suspicious minds in a fully packed bar, wish you were here @/y/n.floyd

-> y/n.floyd: omg please tell me someone recorded it PLEASE

-> cs_fanboy: I gotchu baby <3

reubenfitch: happy birthday, my second favourite wizzo ❤

-> r.bob.floyd: see this is why you weren't invited 😐(jk, love you bro)

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y/n.floyd: they're holding mav's bike as blackmail for pt training

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h.n.g.m.n: @/petemitchell just give us a week's break and you can have your precious set of wheels back

-> petemitchell: I'll give you 2 days and you only have to do 25 laps on the field

trace.nat: I can't believe you'd rat us out like this @/y/n.floyd

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y/n.floyd: better hold on tight, spidermonkey

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coyote.jm: what archive did you full this from?!?!

-> y/n.floyd: freshman year of college, it was his first play 🥰

rooster_bb: west side story??

-> r.bob.floyd: omg how did u know?

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y/n.floyd: aftermath of mav's thanksgiving

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r.bob.floyd: I sincerely apologise to anybody who didn't get to try Penny's mac and cheese, it was just too good

cs_fanboy: he sneaked into the kitchen, i caught him stuffing like two slices of pie in his mouth lmao

-> r.bob.floyd: not cool man :/ i saw you chugging like five glasses of sweet tea

[joyswonderland1108]

*Jikook going to Japan in 2017*

"It was supposed to be a Vminkook trip"

*Jimin going back from Paris to South Korea for JK's birthday in 2019*

In 2022: "Awww Taetae is going back to South Korea for JK's birthday 🥹" (which ended up being not true)

*JK commenting under ETA challenge with Jimin : Oh.. Jimin..*

"Wait for JK to comment "Oh.. Taehyung.." under the Hype Boy challenge"

*Jikook going to Japan in 2023*

"It was supposed to be a Vminkook trip 2.0" "What about Taetae?"

Literally.. ????

Listen, we all love us some trio content, hang out, live, etc.. 3J, Jinjikook, Vminkook, Vhopekook, Namyoonmin, etc.. BUT can't we appreciate what a duo is doing together or what they are giving us?

It is actually disrespectful to everyone, and while we're talking about Vminkook here, not only it is disrespectful to Jikook (for those who actually care about Jikook) because somehow it makes it look like their bond is being looked down on by Army but it is also disrespectful to Tae (if your only concern is Tae) because it makes it look like you see him as a weak victim or someone who somehow doesn't have friends outside of the BTS circle and has to be included in everything.

Seriously you don't have to love Jikook but at the very least if it ain't your cup of tea learn to act like you don't see it at least instead of making useless comments that make you look like the whole circus 🤡

Buy anyways, i'm not saying that Jikook in Japan isn't making people mad that Jikook are in Japan all i'm saying is that Jikook in Japan got people having a hard time accepting that Jikook are in Japan and the very fact that Jikook are in Japan to me is absolutely beautiful and precious. Did i say that Jikook were in Japan? Oh my bad i thought i didn't mention that Jikook were in Japan anygays, have a nice day and you can too plan your trip to Japan just like Jikook who are in Japan.

[andy-wm]

JK takes JM with him everywhere he goes...

"The lyrics of SEVEN have the meaning to be with the person you love all the time"

The making of the SEVEN MV was released some hours ago.

I've watched it a few times in succession and loved seeing JK having so much fun. The stunts especially would have been a hoot for him because we know he loves anything with a hint of danger.

Which explains why he adores JM. That boy's death stare could maim you from across a room...

...and his smoulder is even more lethal.

To say nothing of his sass. If you need salt for the wounds you're already nursing, just stick around for a little of JM's trademark eye rolling.

Any ordinary mortal would be limping and bruised by now and we haven't even made it past Jimin's face. The rest of him is equally hazardous ...

But I digress.

So, back to the topic at hand. And that is in fact the topic. JK's hand. Specifically the tattoos on his hand.

I took so many screenshots of that 'making of', I have fiĺled my camera roll with blurry images of those tattoos. Every time the ink was visible, I clicked.

And here's my news ... those tats have been touched up. Okay, it's not really news. We know he has to be having them redone regularly, especially with the abuse his knuckles take with boxing. I don't have hand tats but my ride or die bestie does and hers need redoing every few months.

Although the lighting in the MV is low, it's still easy to see that some of the letters stand out more than others. It definitely looks like the J&M have very recently been redone. This is also not big news, we saw it before during his trip to Qatar.

BUT.

I can't help wondering about the timing. Did he make sure he did that just before the MV shooting, because he knew the female character would stir up rumours?

I also wonder... is part of the reason he chose to have these tats done on his hands (as opposed to elsewhere) because you cannot avoid looking at them?

His hands are such a focus, not only for him but for anyone watching him. They move constantly, so you can't NOT see 'JM' there, emblazoned on his ring finger like a sigil.

But even though I think that could be true, I'm certain the primary reason is symbolic. And romantic, of course because its JK.

I can't think of anything more profoundly sincere than having another person's initials inked into your skin, especially on the finger that would carry a wedding ring ...if it was allowed.

That ink is a love letter both to yourself and to the person you name there. It speaks of a passion that burns so brightly it outshines any other that could ever come along. That ink is a commitment that binds more permanently than any social ceremony. Your lover's identity is etched into your skin, and it will be there for the remainder of your lifetime and beyond.

It would take someone fearless and determined and unwavering to do something so unequivocal.

And surely they would only do it for a most precious person...for the love of their life.

《You know what hits me the hardest? The most incredible part of this story? We dont see a similar tattoo on JM's finger. It seems JK did it without any need for reciprocation.》

💜💛

[xo-cod]

OP I AM🖤✨ IN L O V E ✨🖤

with the bg!141 😭

It's got me to the point of major brainrot P L Z like fr I gots ideas in my head I hope u don't mind me rambling,,,

• Popstar's fanbase just e x p l o d e s with so many edits when they see people posting about the Big Boys™ that is the bg!141 😮‍💨

• Sometimes when popstar goes out, the boys are on rotation who goes with them in public and now there's so many edits of each of em if they find the guy's social media 👀

• Popstar gets booked by major designers and photographers for some fun (and sometimes secretly risqué 👀) photoshoots; and if there's no set schedule for the Boys™, it's a fight (/jk) to see which one goes to the shoot with them. (They take so many behind the scenes pics to send in their 141 gc anyway)

• During events, the Boys definitely feel like Popstar's Stylist is out to kill them with the fits they put them in ✊😔 takes everything in 'em to not just grab hold of them and keep em in the limo for some fun- (but the Stylist also is propbably killing Popstar, when they dress the Boys™ up to match them for the night 🤤)

• It's always so precious when Popstar meets one of their own idols and inspirations at these events because they're a stuttery mess, but knows it means so much to em when their idol compliments them 🥹🖤

I am unhealthy (in the best way) for this au im sorry 😭

- 🔒

i'm so sorry i got to this so late :( i love all of them n you !! they're so sweet :") 🤍

141 going absolutely viral to the song big boys by sza i'm 😭😭

especially for events, popstar!reader getting papped with the sparkly outfit she got on the colour matching one of their ties :")

each of them acting like a brick wall whenever there's a crowd of people, only backing down when you give them the all clear

going absolutely feral and jealous when they see your risqué photos on your social media, the fact that others have access to the pictures?? instant block (by them)

johnny and simon have been known to go on burner accounts and gently threaten anyone who's thirsting over the pics a lil too much

each of them having a special touch on your body to calm your nerves, very subtle so it looks like nothing to the public but it's very intimate and private between you both

and if you ever befriend any of the 141 fave artists, be prepared for him to go all fanboy on you. literally will ask for the very last detail about them

[old-poptart]

Hi! I hope i read the rules correctly and didn’t miss anything. I was just wondering if i could get Teru tsukasa and Hanako with a diabetic s/o? Like their first reaction on how s/o just goes poking their finger for the first time to check their blood? Please just delete this request if you can’t do this or Thank you :]

a/n: HEY THERE!! yes of course you can 😜 i don't have diabetes myself so i do apologize if i misrepresented!! ANYWAYS ONTO THE HEAD CANONZ!!!!

warnings: uh oh blood, pricking your finger with a needle

Hanako 🌺, Tsukasa 🥀, and Teru 🤺 with a diabetic s/o (gender neutral):

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Hanako 🌺:

"it looks like i need one too, you're too sweet for me~"

even though you and hanako have been together for a while, he's never seen you prick your finger with your kit, he didn't even know you were a diabetic!

that all changed though, the two of you were hanging out in the bathroom as per usual, you two were chatting about your upcoming date and having lunch together! how cute~

right before eating though, you had to check your blood sugar as part of your routine. so, you got out your kit and pricked your finger like normal

you had forgotten though about how your boyfriend doesn't even know that you were required to do this, so it had shocked him

he doesn't know much about about modern medication, so seeing you prick your finger for no apparent reason caught him off guard

"but yeah! the rooftop is a nice plac- what are you doing?"

he tried to stop you cuz he thought you were hurting yourself, bless him-

you stopped in your tracks due to his sudden action, realizing you had some explaining to do

once you told him that you had to do this daily thing due to your lack of insulin, he immediately switches up

he's not very squeamish so he doesn't mind when it's time to do your thing

BUT he will always make sure that you're not hurt afterwards and always gets you a cute little bandaid for your finger

if you refuse he will make you wear it (jk)

he also carries candy (and steals candy from the mokke too) for whenever you need it, such a sweet darlin </3

Tsukasa 🥀:

"can i help you?!"

tsukasa loves taking naps with you

again he’s like a cat, all over you and you can’t escape muehehhehe

like between class periods or after school he luvz getting all cuddled up as y’all snooze togetha

you usually do your routine when he’s already asleep, not on purpose though you just aren’t aware that he’s already going honk shoo

one faithful day he was just aboutta fall asleep next to your beautiful self but somethin caught his eye!!!

some kinda pointy concoction was moving towards your finger!? and it’s gonna hurt you!? no ma’am nah uh

he swatted that thing as far as possible (to the other side of the broadcasting room) and looked back at you to see if you were alright

“tsukasa i need that to feel better..”

“THAT makes you feel better!?”

“let me explain this-“

once he was educated about your condition (it took ten times to explain and two charts), it was his plan to make sure you stay healthy!

he wanted to have an extra diabetes kit on him but having a prickly needle at his reach wouldn’t be the smartest idea..

the boy jus wants to take care of his sweetums’ 😕</3

can he even call you that

Teru 🤺:

“whatever it takes for my dear to be at their best”

atp dawg this man is educated about anything

if he isn’t you bet yo precious ahh he will learn about it until it’s engraved into his mind

whenever y’all can he takes you on cute lil dates!!!!

flowers every time, he pays every time, lets you pick where y’all are gonna go

he’s so cutie patootie keep him forever

unlike hanako and tsukasa he’s known about your diabetes for a while, before y’all started going out actually

he found out obv when you pulled out your lil kit and did your thing, asking if you needed help with the needle and such

“pfft, and do you know how to work this thing?”

“..and there!”

“you’re telling me i’ve been doing it in a way less effective way and you jus did that in seconds.”

all funnies aside he carries lil sweets for you and reminds you to take your test before you eat and sleep, he even helps you on your dinner dates 😓🫶🏼

marry him rnnrnrnrnnrnrn

GAHHH SOSOOSOSOS SORRY FOR PUTTING THIS OUT SO LATE I HAVE INZANE WRITERS BLOCK BUT HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!!

-ooga :D