#a guy comes out but not bc i pressed the button. he was just a guy

[yoon-kooks]

on mute | jjk

🦈pairing: fuckboy!gamer!jjk x reader

🦈genre: friends to lovers, office!au, coworker!au, smut, fluff

🦈summary: You always assumed your handsome coworker was down to fuck anyone in the office except for you. He always assumed you weren’t interested in a guy like him. And both of you were content with never admitting your feelings… until he unknowingly confides in you in the realms of a certain tactical FPS game.

🦈word count: 10.7k

🦈warnings: mutual pining, shooter game references, soft fuckboy vibes, fingering, doggy style, protected sex bc bro aint taking no chances🤠

a/n: i wasnt planning on including smut so thats a bonus✨

You press a hand to your mouth to suppress a yawn as the department meeting finally comes to an end. Your boss had gone over the schedule for next quarter, alluded to a few new projects, and gave a few shoutouts to people on your team who apparently “went the extra mile” this week. You couldn’t care less about being acknowledged for your work, but it does kind of irk you that Jeon Jungkook got a shoutout when you’ve never seen him do extra work in the office. All he’s done this week is take your pretty lady boss out to lunch. If that’s considered extra work, you suppose Jungkook works the hardest. After all, he’s the type to make time for anyone he wants to sleep with aka everyone in the office except for you.

As you scoot your chair out, you back into something very solid. Surely no one is dumb enough to stand right behind your chair when they know how eager everyone is to get out of here for the weekend. But when you turn around, you know exactly who it is without even seeing his face—Employee of the Week Jeon Jungkook. 

You stare at the back of his shoulders in that mustard button-down, and it occurs to you that it was his nice ass that you’d bumped into. He didn’t even stumble forward from the impact or at least step aside so you can leave like everyone else. You just want to get home, soak in a nice hot bubble bath, and play a few games with your calico all curled up in your lap—that’s the ideal Friday night that Jeon Jungkook is keeping you from.

“Excuse me, kind sir,” you say as your nude acrylics tap the armrest.

The boy turns around with fake astonishment. And a handsome smile. “Oh, Y/N, I didn’t know you were still here.”

“I mean, yeah, I’d be gone too if someone wasn’t blocking my way out.” In the year that you’ve been on the same team as Jungkook, the two of you somehow developed this sarcastic and aggressive way of speaking without actually being mad at each other. Some call it banter, but you dislike the possible romantic implications of that.

“What’s the rush? Got plans tonight?” He still doesn’t move out of the way. You didn’t expect him pinning you against a table in the office to be so underwhelming. You imagine a fuck boy like him could try a little harder, be a little rougher. Not that you’ve ever fantasized about it.

“Yeah, I just bought some cute new lingerie for when I hop into bed with Christina Lauren and my cat.” You leave out the gaming part of your Friday night plans. If he knew you played the same game as him, he’d probably use it against you somehow.

“Who’s Christina Lauren?” he asks. You love the thought of him imagining you in lingerie with some mystery woman. Or maybe that’d just encourage a threesome.

“My cat’s favorite romance writer?” You say it like it should be common sense to know that your cat purrs himself to sleep when you read to him.

“And you’re going to waste your cute new lingerie on reading a Lauren Christina bedtime story to your cat?”

“It’s Christina Lauren, not Lauren Christina.”

“Christina Lauren doesn’t care about your lingerie.” It amuses you how he keeps bringing up the lingerie. You wonder what he’d think if he saw you in that skimpy mesh fabric. It’d probably come as a shock to him considering he’s only ever seen you in your preppy office attire. He has no idea what you’re capable of beneath those cream blouses and mocha mini skirts.

If only he knew.

“Tldr, yes I have very urgent plans tonight.” That reminds you, you need to check your in-game shop to see if any pretty skins are on sale this time around. You’ve been eyeing the one with the cute whale shark design.

“What a coincidence, Lauren Christina is my favorite writer too. I really liked that one book she wrote.” You don’t hate that he’s prolonging the conversation, but if he says “Lauren Christina” one more time, you’re gonna report him to HR.

“Same,” you chuckle. “Now please move so I can leave.”

He finally steps aside. Before he can pull a fast one and trap you again, you throw your tiny bag over your shoulder and scurry for the exit. You stop just outside the conference room and spin around. The boy’s eyes quickly shift up from your skirt.

“Coming or not?” you ask with a head tilt. If there’s one good thing about having a local fuck boy in the office, it’s that you always have someone who’ll walk you to your car when it’s dark out. That’s one of the things you know he does just for you.

On the elevator ride down, it’s just you and him because everyone else has already vacated the building. You sneak a peek at your handsome colleague. It’s a shame that he spends more time in your coworkers’ beds than in actual relationships. If not for that, you’d—

“You should recommend a book for me,” he says, catching you mindlessly staring at him. Oops.

“You don’t look like a reader.” You doubt he’d ever pick up a book over girls.

“I’ll read a book if you say it’s good.” Now he’s just sweet talking you, and you’re not going to fall for it. Except, you would love someone to gush to about your favorite books.

“Dating You/Hating You.” The book title just sort of slips out of your mouth. Though you can’t exactly vouch for how good it is since it’s the one you’re currently reading.

“Give me your best elevator pitch for it.” Haha, he thinks he’s so funny. (You laugh anyway.)

Persuasion is your thing, but you can’t give a proper elevator pitch for a book you haven’t actually finished yet. Moreover, you don’t know what kinds of genres he’d be into or if this book would be a good fit for him. You don’t even know any of his interests outside of sex and video games. 

When you really think about it, there’s not much you know about Jeon Jungkook. He’s a mystery, but a charming one.

“It’ll give us something to talk about,” you say softly as the loud ding interrupts. “That’s my elevator pitch to you.”

“Not bad,” he nods as you both exit the elevator. That was way easier than expected. “Is it by your cat’s favorite romance author?”

“It is,” you smile. It’s hard not to smile when you’re with him. “I can lend you my copy next week after I fin—”

“Jungkook!” The new recruiting coordinator blocks your way out of the building with eager eyes and a smile brighter than your own. “Still down for drinks later at that place we talked about?”

You try not to roll your eyes as you step around yet another coworker who ignores you standing right next to the boy they want to ask out. You and Jungkook aren’t a thing, but it does hurt to know that not a single person thinks of you as worthy competition. He’s probably made it very clear to everyone in the office that you and him are just friends and that your nightly walks to the parking lot are for safety purposes only.

Thankfully, you get out of the building before you can hear Jungkook accept the invitation into someone else’s bed. The last thing you want is to be jealous of the people he’d rather be spending time with. You and your silly little book recommendations mean nothing to him.

Nothing at all.

“Sorry about that.” He catches up to you a minute later in the dimly lit parking lot.

You shake your head. “It’s alright. That’s what happens when you’re the popular guy.” And you mean it, too. You’re not the type to fault people for being who they are, nor would you ever ask them to change for you. Besides, there’s really nothing between you and him. There’s nothing he should feel sorry for.

“Hey, why do you always park in the furthest corner of the parking lot?” he teases, probably as a way to change the subject. You see his car parked just a few spots down from you, so he doesn’t really have a right to criticize your decisions. Looks like your habit has rubbed off on him. “It’d be safer if you parked closer to the building.”

You shrug even though the parking placement and slightly longer walks are intentional. He doesn’t need to know it’s your subtle way of prolonging the time you spend with him. You always look forward to those few extra minutes where he’s all yours.

“It doesn’t feel dangerous here at all.” Not when you’re with him. You unlock your car and hop into the driver’s seat.

“Yeah, totally not dangerous.” Jungkook holds your door as he scans the dark and empty lot for anything suspicious. He listens as a few sirens screech in the distance and does a double-take at the lone soda can rolling around in the wind. When the coast is clear, he turns back to you. “I look forward to reading the Lauren Christina book when your cat’s done with it.”

He waits for your seatbelt to click before closing the door. You roll the window down and glare. “It’s Christina Lauren! And have fun on your date.”

With a wave of your manicure, you’re off to your “urgent” Friday night plans.

When you return home, you get what you want. You strip off your work clothes and soak in a lavender bubble bath for a good 30 minutes before admiring the new lingerie Jungkook wouldn’t stop mentioning earlier. 

It’s tempting to try it on now, but you wish someone else could see it on you. Jungkook is right. Christina Lauren doesn’t care about your lingerie. If the boy were here to see it for himself, you want to know what he’d think, what he’d say, and what he’d do to your body. It’d probably be incredible—for one night—but that’d be the end of it. That’s how all of his flings go, and a hypothetical one with you would be no different. With a sigh, you set the lingerie aside, throw on an oversized sweatshirt that just barely covers your ass, and load into your game.

The first thing you do is check the shop for the cute gun skin with the whale shark design. The RNG gods give you a couple of good knives, an awful pistol, a subpar rifle, and no shark. It’s fine, you tell yourself. You didn’t want to spend real money on pretty pixels anyway.

As soon as your first match starts, your four teammates are quick to use their mics. Apparently, they all know each other. Can’t relate.

“So… How’d the date go?” asks the healer. The two duelists place their bets on whether the date went incredibly well or horribly wrong. You silently cast your vote for horribly wrong since you lean toward pessimism.

“I didn’t end up going,” says the initiator. He sounds a lot like a certain Jeon Jungkook, but you shouldn’t assume. As far as you know, he doesn’t have a reason to cancel the date with that recruiting coordinator. In fact, he should be having drunk sex with her right about now. Not that it’s any of your business to know what your handsome coworker does after hours. None of that involves you.

“Is it because of You-know-who?” asks the duelist who voted with you. You-know-who? Like a jealous ex-lover? Sounds like drama to you.

“Yep…” Nah, it can’t be the Jeon Jungkook you know. This guy’s voice is giving you more lovesick puppy than confident fuck boy. He dies from a grenade and goes silent for the next few rounds while his buddies keep providing intel to the team. You pick up the whale shark gun over his dead body.

“Hey, CL,” the healer calls out your username. “Do you have a mic?”

Yes, you do have a mic. No, you’re not going to use it. These guys seem harmless so far, but it’s not always fun when people realize you’re the only female on the team. Men in this game try to hit on you just like the ones you pass in the short distance from the office to your car. And they’ll only stop pestering you if you’re walking next to a guy like Jungkook, which you clearly don’t have in this game with your empty friend list. So you’d rather stay on mute for now.

“my mic is broken,” you type, “cat knocked it over.”

“Ah, that’s okay.” He heals you up and saves you from an otherwise fatal headshot. “We were just wondering if you could help our buddy out.”

You? You’re not sure how you’re supposed to be of any help to a lovesick puppy when you haven’t had much luck in the love department either. But you are a curious kitten when it comes to other people’s love lives.

“maybe… can i get more context?”

Apparently, this lovesick puppy (or “Jklmnop” according to his username) has a little more in common with Jungkook than you’d originally thought. Turns out both of them are the designated fuck boys at their workplaces. Except this one has a massive crush on his “super hot” colleague. Jeon Jungkook would never.

The issue is that Jklmnop caught feelings for the one person who doesn’t seem interested in him. Worse, it feels like he’s being friendzoned. And he’s been going on dates with other people in an attempt to squash those unrequited feelings, but it’s just not doing the trick.

“i know a fuck boy too.” You are by no means an expert in the fuck boy archetype, but perhaps your time spent with Jungkook has prepared you for this opportunity to help a friend in need. And you do have some advice. “im not saying fucking all your coworkers is a bad thing but if you really want this girl you need to go all in on her and show her that you’re willing to commit to something more serious.”

Because if you knew this to be true about your own local fuck boy, you’d give him a chance, too. But as far as you know, Jungkook has never shown any romantic interest in you (or anyone else for that matter). He’s just a platonic buddy to you and a fuck buddy to everyone else.

“and it’s very possible she doesnt even realize youre interested in her,” you type, “this is a dumb question but have you tried asking her out yet?”

Your dumb question gets a few laughs from the boys. You feel like an IT person asking their client if they’ve tried turning their computer off and on again.

“Oh, our guy here doesn’t ask people out. He’s the one getting asked out all the time,” Duelist #1 explains.

“It’s been a year and You-know-who hasn’t made a move on him, so that must mean she doesn’t like him,” Duelist #2 adds in a sarcastic tone. You imagine him rolling his eyes on the other side of his screen.

“well @Jklmnop if you dont normally ask ppl out, itll hold more weight when you do.” Your fingers pause for a second. Maybe you’re just soft, but it’d mean a lot to you if you were asked out by the Jeon Jungkook. You’re sure this fuck boy could pull it off too. “you should ask her out. maybe shes waiting for you to make the move.”

You don’t get an immediate response, but he trades his pretty shark gun for your plain one. He must have seen you steal the one over his dead body a few rounds ago. What a thoughtful guy.

Then a friend request pops up. Fine. Jklmnop can be the one username on your otherwise empty friend list.

“I’ll ask her if the opportunity arises,” Jklmnop says after clutching a 1v4. “Thanks bro.”

On Monday, you’re a lot sleepier than you should be at the beginning of the work week because you practically spent the entire weekend gaming with your new fuck boy friend and finishing the book you recommended to your office fuck boy friend.

Your dark circles must be pretty bad because Jungkook feels the need to stop by your desk and say, “Up all night reading Lauren Christina?” He taps the book on your mousepad, so he can clearly see that it’s Christina Lauren and not Lauren Christina. He’s just teasing you at this point.

“It’s Christina Lauren, you shithead. And yes, I finished it, so you can read it now,” you say, handing the book to the boy. He holds it with a soft grip as if to avoid creasing the pages. If library books were treated with the same care, they wouldn’t feel so crusty all the time. You can respect guys with gentle hands. “I expect a full book report by Friday.”

“At least give me the weekend,” he frowns. It’s the most attractive frown you’ve ever seen.

“Sure, if that’s how you want to spend your weekend,” you yawn. Wouldn’t he rather be doing anything else on his days off than read your book?

“That’s how you spent your weekend, Sleepyhead.” He makes a good point. His chuckle is quite cute too. 

As he flips through the book, you see something shimmery wedged between the pages toward the end of the story. You told yourself a million times to take your silly little bookmark out before lending him the book, but of course you forgot. Maybe he won’t notice.

Unfortunately for you, Jungkook pulls the metallic blue bookmark out to examine it. His lips curve upward when he sees it’s shaped like a whale shark. Oh great. He’s definitely gonna tease you about it. You knew you should’ve gone with one of the more sophisticated leather bookmarks.

“You really like these guys, huh.” He holds it up by the chain to let some light shine through the tiny holes mimicking the shark’s gorgeous spotty pattern. Not the reaction you were expecting, but you’ll take it.

“What makes you say that?” You don’t ever recall confiding in him about your whale shark obsession. Last time you checked, all of your nerdy and kiddish quirks were kept far away from your office. It’s just not on-brand for the professional image you’ve established here.

“Didn’t you have a cute whale shark phone case when you first started working here? Before you switched it to that cream-colored one?” He wrinkles his face, deep in thought as he tucks the bookmark back where he found it. He’s right, though. You just assumed no one had ever noticed it. As soon as you got your new work phone, you switched to something more neutral to fit your minimalist aesthetic.

“Oh, right.” You’d forgotten about the case just like you forgot about the bookmark. But Jungkook somehow notices and remembers those kinds of details about you. It’s almost endearing in a way.

You shouldn’t let yourself think like that, though. Those are dangerous thoughts.

“By the way, how was your date?” As much as you hate to admit it, you’re curious about his date with the recruiting coordinator. Besides, if he says it went well, you’ll have yet another reason to stop holding onto the tiny feelings you have for him.

“I didn’t go.”

“Oh,” you press a finger to your parted lips. That’s unheard of for Jeon Jungkook. “Did her cat die or something?”

“Why does someone’s cat need to die for the date to be canceled?”

“There must’ve been a pretty big emergency for you to forgo a date, no?”

“Is that what you really think of me, Y/N?” He cocks his head to the side because he’s a fuck boy and that’s what fuck boys do.

“That’s not what I think of you.” Another yawn slips from your mouth. “It’s just facts. You have a 99% attendance rate when it comes to dates, don’t you?”

He nods because he can’t argue with the credible gossip that goes on in your office.

“Anyway, I’m going to run to that coffee shop you won’t shut up about,” he says as he glances at the time on his phone and then at the dark abyss under your eyes. “Need anything?”

“Hmm…” You pretend to think deeply about your order. Usually when other people go on coffee runs, you request something easy to remember like an oat latte. But for Jeon Jungkook, the boy who keeps fucking up Christina Lauren’s name, you won’t go so easy. “How about an iced birthday cake latte with oat milk, an extra shot of espresso, two pumps of toffee syrup, and the crème brûlée topping? Please.”

“So… birthday cake frappuccino with oat milk?” He snickers in your sleepy face before walking off. “You’re gonna have to come with if you want all that extra stuff.”

It’s a latte, not a frappuccino. But you suppose it doesn’t matter if he knows the difference because you’re scurrying to catch up with him as he heads for the elevator.

The “coffee shop you won’t shut up about” has been open for a few months now, and you’ve stopped by at least two times a week since the grand opening for your usual dose of caffeine. Should you be proud or embarrassed that the baristas all know your name and order? How about when they raise their eyebrows at the sight of you walking in with your handsome coworker?

“She’ll have a birthday cake frapp—”

“Don’t listen to him. I’ll get a birthday cake latte, please,” you tell the barista at the register. Jungkook chuckles as you give his arm a light shove. “With oat milk and crème brûlée today.”

“Sure thing, Y/N,” she smiles at you and then turns to the boy next to you. “Anything for you?”

“Just plain coffee, thanks,” he says after a quick glance at the menu. You hate that he orders plain coffee when the menu has all these fun options like pink donut lattes or cookies n cream cappuccinos. If he wanted black coffee, he could’ve saved time and money by brewing some in the office. He didn’t have to go all the way to the coffee shop you wouldn’t shut up about. But he did. And he invited you along for the ride.

As the two of you wait for your drinks, you pick the booth in the corner next to the window. You’ve always had this vision of sitting inside a cozy cafe to work from your laptop or read a book. It just hasn’t happened yet because you get scared off when all the other customers bring their friends or lovers to share that experience with. Your laptop and books can’t compare to that. 

You’ve always been envious. Until today.

“That doesn’t look nearly as complex as it sounded,” Jungkook says when he sees your latte with the fancy crème brûlée on it. He slides his boring coffee across the table to you. “I’ll let you try mine if you let me try yours.”

Only a weirdo would accept a pathetic offer like that.

“Deal.” You take a sip of your sugary treat before passing it off to the boy. He winces from how sweet yours is compared to the bitterness of his black coffee. You make a face for the opposite reason.

“I’m surprised you agreed to it,” he hums with a tiny bit of crème brûlée around his mouth. You want to kiss it off. He must notice you eyeing his lips because he wipes it off with his thumb a second later.

“I wanted you to try my special drink,” you say. It’s for the same reason you lent him your book—to let him know another tiny piece of you without explicitly saying it.

“I’ll have to get it myself next time we come.” He pulls up the notes app on his phone and types as he speaks. You wonder if “next time” and “we” imply that this coffee outing is going to become another routine thing between you and him, just like your walks to the parking lot. Hopefully it does. No, it definitely will. Because you’ll be the one to ask him next time. “What’s it called again? Birthday cake frappuccino… with crème brûlée?”

“Exactly,” you lie. Who knows. His mistake might taste even better. You’ll have to find a way to sneak a taste when he isn’t looking. It’s something sweet to look forward to.

As you sip your latte, the barista who took your order catches your eye from across the store, points at Jungkook, and mouths something to you. You don’t quite catch it, so she repeats it again just as your coworker turns to see what you’re staring at.

“Boyfriend?” she mouths, clear as day, before spinning around to use the espresso machine. 

When the boy turns back to you, he has such a goofy grin on his face. He points to himself and repeats, “Boyfriend?”

“Stop,” you laugh at his antics but totally dodge the question. “Anyway… may I ask why you didn’t go on that date with the recruiting coordinator?” 

His eyes are wide. Probably because it’s not like you to pry. But you just want to make sense of why he’s sitting here with you, acting all sweet and boyfriend-like, after bailing on someone else a few days ago. He’s not his usual self either.

“It was faster to reject her,” he shrugs. You didn’t realize he was in such a hurry on Friday. It certainly didn’t seem like it with how he’d blocked your way out of the conference room.

“What were you in such a hurry for?”

“Isn’t it our unspoken thing to walk to the parking lot together?” He says it like you’re silly. Like the fate of the world depends on him being able to fulfill his duty of walking you to your car each and every day. Like he’d forgo hours of good sex for a five-minute walk with you.

“It’s not unspoken if we talk about it,” you say softly. You’ve always adored the short walks with Jungkook, but maybe you weren’t the only one who felt that way. What kind of guy rejects a date just so he can keep up this year-old tradition between you and him? No guy has ever done anything close to that for you. “But yeah, it is our thing.”

The boy nods with a gentle smile as he sips his coffee. For just a split second, he gives you Jklmnop vibes. You don’t know how else to explain it. He’s a fuck boy, but there’s something so delicate about him that you want to touch without breaking.

You wonder if he’d ever let you in.

On the way out, your favorite friendly barista waves you over to the counter with a huge grin. As much as you love the girl, you’re scared of what might come out of her mouth next. She leans in as if to whisper but ends up shouting over the grinder in the background.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about him.” Her eyes flick to somewhere beyond your shoulders. “He’s such a hottie, by the way. Y’all are kinda cute together.”

A snort comes from right behind you. “Thank you,” says the hottie. Your hottie, apparently. It would’ve been perfectly fine for him to clarify that the two of you aren’t actually together, but you suppose his ego was too busy soaking in the compliment from the pretty barista.

“Really?” You raise an eyebrow at Jungkook as soon as you’re both out the door.

“What?” What’s with that playful smile of his?

“You didn’t deny what she said.”

“A compliment’s a compliment, Y/N.”

“I didn’t mean the part about you being a hottie.” You shudder at that last word. Yes, Jungkook is the hottest guy you’ve ever seen, but he doesn’t need to hear that from your mouth. “I meant the part about you being my boyfriend.”

“You didn’t deny it earlier, either,” he shrugs. True. “Besides, isn’t that also a compliment?”

Now that he’s mentioned it, it does feel pretty nice to be seen as a couple with someone as attractive as Jungkook—to give the illusion that it’s you who’s got him wrapped around your finger, you who he chose above everyone else, and you who gets to fall asleep in his arms every night. And it feels especially good considering how often other people dismiss you as someone not good enough for him. In fact, this is the first time anyone has ever acknowledged that the two of you go well together.

“Hey man, mind if I steal that fine little lady for a sec?” a sleazy voice calls out in your direction. You don’t bother turning your head to acknowledge the presence of yet another ignorant hooligan on the street, but you do step a little closer to Jungkook. You don’t know what pisses you off more: the fact that this stranger is another nonbeliever that you could be dating a guy like Jungkook or the fact that he asked for another male’s permission to talk to you instead of asking you directly. Most catcallers keep their mouths shut when you’re walking with your handsome coworker, but this one clearly can’t take a hint.

A warm hand pulls you in at the waist. It’s the same soft grip Jungkook held your book with. And you kind of never want him to let go. Because when he holds you close like that, all the shitty people become irrelevant. That doesn’t, however, stop you from getting a kick out of the death stare he gives the catcaller who finally backs off.

“You really showed him,” you tease. His face loosens up after you let out a tiny snicker. Still, he studies your every expression to make sure you’re alright.

“Does that happen to you wherever you go?” he asks as he moves his arm up from your waist to your shoulder, something slightly more appropriate for two friendly colleagues. Suddenly your waist feels cold.

“Usually when I’m out by myself.” Whether it’s the supermarket, the park, the office, you’ve felt objectified pretty much everywhere. Even online. The sad thing about it is that you know you’re not the only one. ”But I’m used to it at this point.”

“Well, men are kind of shitty,” he huffs, looking rather frustrated on your behalf. You’ve never seen him so irritated. For the most part, he knows how to keep a calm composure, even during busy season. It’s oddly satisfying that an inconvenience for you is what brought that emotion out of him.

“I used to think that,” you admit as the two of you enter the office building. “But all it takes is one good guy to outweigh the shitty ones.”

For you, Jungkook has always been that one good guy.

“True. I suppose that hottie boyfriend of yours isn’t that bad, huh.” He gives you a soft shoulder squeeze in the elevator before dropping his arm back to his side. It’s a subtle taste of what he could be doing to other places on your body if he were actually your boyfriend. He’d handle you with so much care.

“You won’t let that go, will you?” you pout, pointing your thumb back in the general direction of the coffee shop. “Those baristas really think we’re dating now, you know.”

He pinches your pouty cheek and leaves you at your desk with a not-so-innocent remark. 

“I wonder why they think that about us.”

The second half of your day feels painfully long. It’s kind of hard to focus on designing wholesome character models when you’ve got Jeon Jungkook stuck in your head. At this rate, your cute little characters are going to turn into bad boys who steal your books and lattes along with your heart. You can’t help it when he’s been extra sweet to you lately. Sweeter than a birthday cake frappuccino could ever be. And just like your favorite sugary beverages, there’s something so addicting about his company.

As you’re finishing up some designs, you spot the boy chatting with his buddies from the other departments. It’s unfair that an entire friend group can be so goodlooking. And it’s even more unfair that Jungkook is still the one you can’t take your eyes off of in the handsome bunch. Great, now you’re even more distracted.

“Hey, I saw you were online again last night,” says the guy from accounting. He has long pretty eyelashes. “Where was my invite?”

“Ah, yeah. Remember that girl on our team the other night?” Jungkook has a cheeky grin. Why does he have such a cheeky grin while talking about some e-girl, and why does your tummy hurt all of a sudden? “She helped me climb out of plat. She’s diamond.”

So what? That’s the same rank as you. Nothing special. Hmph. You hope she gets demoted before the act ends. You’re not a jealous person, but you are petty.

“How do you know she’s a she?” asks the engineer with plump lips.

“That’s what she told me,” Jungkook continues. “And it fits with the fact that she doesn’t use a mic. You guys know how fucked up people can be in that game.”

You nod along to that.

“What’s her username again? I wanna add her now,” the other engineer jumps in. This one has broad shoulders. Very broad.

“You just want to hit on her,” Engineer #1 shakes his head at Engineer #2. You agree with that too.

“Is she single? Or at least around our age?” asks the accountant.

“You guys are monsters,” Jungkook laughs. “I’ll give you her username only if you promise not to simp.”

“Fine,” they all agree reluctantly.

You convince yourself that you’re only eavesdropping because they’re talking too loud, but you’re actually just curious to search up the username and see how this e-girl’s game stats stack up against yours. You’re quite confident your headshot percentage will outrank hers.

“It’s CL, remember?”

“Oh right.”

No, not right. That’s definitely not the username you picked as a subtle nod to your favorite author, and Jungkook is definitely not the lovesick fuck boy you’ve been giving advice to through some wack ass shooter game. Definitely not.

Because if it were true, that would mean Jungkook has a crush on somebody in your office. And who the heck would that be?

“Ready to head out?” Jungkook pops out of nowhere and scares the shit out of you. You nearly leap out of your seat with a tight fist around your tablet pen like you’re about to knife the boy in-game. He holds your book up as a shield. “Whoa there.”

“My bad, I thought you were the enemy.” You snap the pen back onto your tablet and say it with a straight face as if he knows you play the same violent game as him.

He plays along, scanning the office for anyone suspicious. “Who’s the enemy?”

“Marketing?” You only say that because everyone in the office knows the marketing director Kim Namjoon was your college nemesis back when you were even pettier than you are now.

“Ah,” he nods as you pack up and roll your chair in. You’ve always wondered why he just accepts the weird things you do without question. “Glad I’m not your enemy. Wouldn’t want to be stabbed by your tablet pen. Or your nails.”

He points to your pretty manicure. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he’s subtly asking to hold your hand. But you do know better. He has an intense crush on someone else in the building, so there’s really no reason why he’d want to hold your hand.

So instead of misreading the situation and making a fool of yourself by entwining your fingers with his, you poke your favorite of his tattoos (the silly face on his middle finger) with your acrylic. “Consider yourself stabbed.”

You try not to look at the boy’s wrinkly smile. But it’s incredibly hard. Instead, you redirect your eyes anywhere else. Of course they fall on the “it couple” of the office passing by. They don’t do a whole lot of PDA, but the way they look at each other says it all, and they have this glow about them that seems so unobtainable. You feel the envy creeping up again.

On the elevator ride down, you try not to think about the happy couple or Jungkook’s wrinkly smile. It’s making you sad.

“Can I ask you something?” he turns to you. Maybe his question will take your mind off everything bringing your mood down. You nod for him to proceed. “How do you feel about dating a coworker?”

Shitty. You feel shitty. He could probably sense that from your silence upon seeing the couple.

“You mean like Hyuna and Dawn?” You don’t have a problem with it, or with them. If you could pull off a perfect office romance like them, you’d do it too. But it doesn’t seem likely for you, and that’s what sucks.

“Just in general. Like, do you think it’s fine, or is it crossing the line?” he asks. Aha, you get it now. He’s asking for your opinion because he doesn’t want to make you, his totally platonic friend, feel uncomfortable when he starts dating whoever he has a crush on here.

“HR allows it, so I don’t really see a problem with it,” you answer honestly. Sure, you’d be hurt if you had to work in an environment where Jungkook is doing lovey-dovey things with someone else, but you’re not going to be the one to ruin it for him.

“I’ve never seen you date anyone here, though.”

“Well I don’t get asked out all the time like you, Jungkook.”

“What about Mark from accounting? Or my guy Jooheon before he moved overseas? And don’t get me started on Kim Namjoon.” He has his fingers out and ready to list all the other guys in the office who’ve expressed some sort of interest in you, but he decides against it when he sees you glaring back at him. Wise man.

You’d love to know why he’s so familiar with your nonexistent office dating history.

“Okay, I get it. I’ve been asked out a fair amount,” you sigh. “But it doesn’t really count if they aren’t the right person.”

That earns you a soft head tilt from the boy. You swear he’s a puppy. “Oh? Miss Y/N has a type?”

When you think about it, a few of the guys who’ve asked out were your type—smart, funny, hardworking—and yet you still said no. They’ve never hand-delivered meeting notes and chamomile tea when you were out sick, never walked you to your car, never given you something to look forward to at work, and never known your favorite animal. They’ve never made you want them the way you want a certain someone else.

“I wouldn’t exactly call it a type.” It’s a person. The person who makes you feel so safe and cared for. The person who has feelings for another girl. “It’s a little more complicated than that.”

You don’t like being vague, but saying any more than that would only set you up for heartbreak. He can’t hurt you if you stay silent.

As the elevator continues to count down, Jungkook leans against the railing, arms crossed and head down. He’s awfully quiet for someone who always feels the need to say something silly until you laugh.

“What if I told you there’s one more person in the office who’s interested in you?” he asks just before the elevator arrives on the first floor.

The door slides open but neither of you steps out, so it closes back up.

You blink at the boy. First you learn Jungkook has a crush on someone, and now someone suddenly has a crush on you? Your brain genuinely doesn’t know what to do with all this information.

You’d ask who your secret admirer is, but it doesn’t matter. You’d only say yes to one person in this office, and his feelings lie elsewhere. Maybe he’s just trying to set you up with another guy who can walk you to your car. It’s not like the two of you would be able to keep up that tradition once he’s committed to someone else.

You’d rather walk alone at that point.

“A workplace romance sounds cool and all.” You point at the book in Jungkook’s hand while trying to keep a light tone. “But it’s just not for me. You know what I mean?”

He nods with a chuckle as the two of you finally clear out of the elevator. “Based on my history here, it’s probably not for me either.”

You know he’s poking fun at himself, but you hope he doesn’t actually feel that way about himself. He still needs to ask his girl out, and he can’t chicken out now. As the person he’s confided in about his feelings, it’s your job to shower him with encouragement and support. You’ll have to wait until you’re back online, though.

On the way to your car, the office romance conversation has been completely dropped. You ramble on about your sudden craving for tacos, and he claims he makes a “mean taco salad” before sending you a screenshot of the recipe no one asked for. You’ll try it when you get home.

Like always, he leans against your car door as you buckle yourself in. This time, he even tugs on the seatbelt like amusement park workers do before sending you off on a roller coaster. As gentle as he is, it stings where the tips of his fingers graze your shoulder. That feeling lingers even after the door closes.

Jungkook wasn’t lying, you think to yourself as you munch away at his definition of a “mean taco salad.” Your first instinct is to text him about it, but your second one is to silence your phone and cozy up for the night. After your shower, you have another staredown with the pretty lingerie set. At this rate, no one’s going to see you in it, so you might as well wear it and look cute for yourself. 

It’s a little more see-through than you’re normally comfortable with, but the soft silky champagne accents make your body glow. To complete the look, you throw on a short skimpy robe with a baby pink floral pattern. Perhaps you’re being extra for a quiet night in with your cat and a cup of chamomile tea. But it’s what you need right now because you’re desperately searching for something to comfort and distract you from that dang feeling Jungkook left you with. 

It also couldn’t hurt to play a few games without Jklmnop. Maybe you’ll get lucky with the whale shark gun today.

Unfortunately, there’s still no whale shark gun in your shop, but at least Jungkook isn’t online yet. The four games you play without him go really well stat-wise. You’re the team MVP for half those games—something you hadn’t achieved all weekend with Jklmnop on your team. He’s a great friend but the kind of ally who will intentionally blind you so he can make you quake in your boots and steal your kill in the process. He’s lucky he hasn’t let you die while fucking around like that. Still, you can’t remember the last time you had that much fun in your matches.

As you review the summary of game #4, a notification pops up in the top corner of your screen.

[Jklmnop is online!]

“wanna carry me to radiant?” he DMs you right away and sends you an invite.

“no,” you type as you join his party.

“what if i trade you my whale shark gun?”

“fine”

The first thing you do when you spawn into the match is demand the whale shark gun. You put your baseball bat to his head, waiting for him to keep his end of the bargain. The boy drops the gun in front of you and backs away slowly.

“It’s cute that you like that skin so much,” he chuckles into his mic. When you hear his voice, you feel like an idiot for convincing yourself that Jklmnop and Jeon Jungkook weren’t the same person. There’s no mistaking that that’s the calm and flirty voice that has haunted you every day at work for the past year. Does it make you an asshole for wholeheartedly believing your local fuck boy friend wasn’t capable of developing real feelings for someone in the office? Probably, but you intend on redeeming yourself by sending him your full support in the love department. You’re just waiting for him to bring it up.

Twenty kills and one stolen ace later, Jungkook still hasn’t said anything about the mysterious You-know-who—which is weird, considering he wouldn’t shut up all weekend about how she’s “soft like a kitten” but “one that won’t hesitate to bring the claws out.” Who is this girl, and what has she done to Jungkook? He’s become a total cheeseball. And you can’t think of a single person in the office who fits his cheesy description.

“any update on youknowwho about youknowwhat?” you type between rounds.

Jungkook’s character paces back and forth in the snow even after the round begins. The three other members of your team starts following him like ducklings without knowing the context. You watch from afar as they get sniped down one by one until you’re the last one alive.

Usually in 1v5 situations like this, you’re great at keeping your cool and isolating your duels so you aren’t overwhelmed by an ambush. But instead of listening for footsteps and directional cues, you’re listening hard for the boy’s response to your question.

“Clutch this and I’ll give you an update on You-know-who,” he says after you cut the enemy team’s numbers down to one. All you have to do now is plant the bomb and wait for the last person to come out to start defusing. That’s when you’ll swoop in and—

Your character falls face first into the snow. You’ve been knifed from behind, which loses you the round but earns you an evil snicker from Jungkook.

At the start of the next round, you wait once more for the boy to trade his gun with you. But instead, he just stands there, clutching onto the weapon while the rest of the team rushes onto the site to plant the bomb.

“I’ve decided not to ask her out,” he says out of nowhere. “We have this wholesome thing between us, and it’s best if we keep it that way.”

“what makes you say that?” you type before joining up with the others on site. As far as you know, Jungkook isn’t wholesome with any coworker. Except you, maybe. He must have some other strange definition of wholesome.

“Let’s just say I read a whole ass book tonight about a workplace romance and realized I’m not cut out for it.” He really read your book. No. He devoured it. Why does that mean the absolute world to you? “She’s seen me going on date after date, and now I’m pretty sure I’ve scared her away from wanting any part of that.”

He’s not wrong. You used to feel the same way about him, so you understand why he has his reservations. But if that girl knew how much he’d cherish their relationship the way he cherishes your friendship with him, you know she’d fall for him too. There’s no doubt in your mind about that. It’s just a matter of him vocalizing it.

“i still think you should be upfront with her about your feelings,” you type away as you get headshot from who knows where. 

“She can’t hurt me if I stay silent,” Jungkook hums as he runs toward the ticking bomb and crouches in front of it. It looks like he’s trying to defuse the bomb that your own team planted, but it explodes in his face before you have time to correct him.

“gj,” one of your teammates puts in the chat even though everyone watching knows it was not a “good job.” The only silver lining is that he secured the win for your team. You don’t feel like playing anymore, anyway.

Before you log off for the night, you start typing out some long motivational speech along with your top ten reasons as to why Jungkook would make an excellent boyfriend. He’d try new things with you, share some of his favorite things with you, make sure you’re safe, and tease you until the end of time while making you feel so so loved. You know this because it’s what he’s done with you for the past year. But the more you think about it, the more you realize it’s not your place to say all of that from behind a screen with your mic on mute.

You end up deleting your whole spiel and settle for a simple “good night😴” to the boy from your gaming account. Then you get back on your phone.

Y/N🦈 [11:47PM] “It was indeed a mean taco salad”

Y/N🦈 [11:47PM] “Btw did you finish the book?👀”

Jungkook🥴 [11:48PM] “Finished it in 4 hours😌”

Y/N🦈 [11:49PM] “Wanna drop it off to me now?”

Jungkook🥴 [11:49PM] “Now?”

Jungkook🥴 [11:50PM] “Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

Y/N🦈 [11:51PM] “Yes but my cat can’t fall asleep without his bedtime story”

Y/N🦈 [11:51PM] “🥺”

Y/N🦈 [11:51PM] “^^^My cat”

Jungkook🥴 [11:54PM] “omw”

The boy knocks on your door a few minutes later and does a horrible job of keeping his eyes above shoulder level. It doesn’t occur to you that your chest and ass are hanging out of your robe until the chilly air hits those spots.

“All dressed up for your night with Lauren Christina?” he says casually, handing the book back to you in mint condition.

“I thought you said Christina Lauren doesn’t care about my lingerie.” You cross your arms over your chest like it was totally intentional to answer the door in the bare minimum. Jungkook’s sleepwear, on the other hand, looks super cozy. And of fucking course he’s hot as hell in something as simple as sweats and a hoodie. A boy like him doesn’t have to put in any thought or effort to look cute.

“I stand by what I said.” He stares at your exposed skin in an almost lustful manner. Almost. “It’s cold out. You should go crawl back in bed and read your cat his bedtime story. Or do you need me to tuck him in, too?”

“He is quite needy,” you play along. Too bad he’s already fast asleep, all curled up on the couch. You wouldn’t mind if Jungkook tucked you in, though.

“Well tell your needy cat I said goodnight.” He takes a step back toward his car, but you know he must realize you didn’t call him all the way over here just for your cat’s sake.

“Jungkook,” you call out while flipping through the book. Once you find the bookmark wedged in the middle, you extend it to him like a peace offering.

He accepts the bookmark albeit with a puzzled expression. “Is this gratuity for delivering your book at this late hour?”

You shake your head. “It’s gratuity for lending me your whale shark gun all the time.”

“Whale shark gun?” He grips the bookmark by the dorsal fin and holds it like a pistol. It’s aimed at your left breast (or heart) (but breast sounds more accurate).

“The one from the Gentle Giants collection,” you say softly as you rub your arms because holy shit is it cold out. “In Valoranch.”

The wheels in his head start to turn as you pull him inside and toward your “work from home” setup in the living room. Your desk is pretty empty aside from the pastel headset, the cute dolphin Pokémon on your desktop wallpaper, and a cold cup of tea. 

Then he spots the little Valoranch shortcut on the far left corner of your screen. “Wait, you really play Valoranch? What’s your username?”

Instead of telling him, you show him with the help of your book. Your index finger slides across the bookcover from the C in Christina to the L in Lauren.

His eyes widen like a naughty cat caught doing something it shouldn’t be doing.

“Then that means you know about…” He pauses because he dare not repeat his feelings for another coworker in front of you.

You nod. “But I didn’t realize it was you until I overheard you talking about it with the guys earlier today.”

“My voice and backstory didn’t give it away?” 

“It definitely sounded like you.” You plop into your chair and start spinning around so he can’t get a clear view of your face. “But how was I supposed to know you had feelings for someone in our office? I still don’t know who she is, by the way.”

“You don’t?” Your childlike spins are interrupted by a steady hand. From the corner of your eye, you can see the boy’s face transition from doomed to amused. Good. He shouldn’t beat himself up over the bizarre situation.

“Nope.” At least you don’t have a specific face to imagine being next to Jungkook’s on those corny holiday cards that couples and families love to hand out around the office this time of year. “Regardless, you need to stop chickening out and just tell her how you feel already. If she knows you the way I know you, I promise you have nothing to worry about.”

The thing is, you don’t know if anyone else has been on the receiving end of the kinds of things Jungkook does for you. Does he show that side to anyone else but you?

“Fine, you’ve convinced me. I’ll do it.” He sits himself down beside the cat on the couch. “But only if you can figure out who it is.”

You give him a tiny nod for him to drop some hints. Of course you’ll lend an ear and play along if that’s what it takes for him to be more open about his feelings. Besides, you can’t say no when his voice is so soft and fragile like that. 

“She’s on the design team.” Your team is fairly small, so that narrows it down to names and faces you’d actually recognize.

“She has the most complex coffee order I’ve ever seen.” More complex than yours?

“I impulse-bought that whale shark gun because it reminds me of her.” Someone else has good taste in endangered marine life.

“My second job includes walking her to her car after work and pretending to be her hottie boyfriend.” Wait.

“And lastly, in case all of those other hints weren’t obvious enough, she has a needy cat who’s obsessed with Christina Lauren.” He strokes between your needy kitty’s ears and tucks the little guy in under a blanket. What a lucky cat. 

Jungkook only stops with the wholesome shit when you climb into his lap and press your lips into his jawline. On instinct, he slips beneath your robe and grabs you at the waist with those gentle hands of his. He smells of cardamom and cedarwood, like the candle you burn on cold nights when fluffy blankets aren’t enough. And like a moth, you’re attracted to the light and warmth he radiates in the dimness of your home. Even if it means you might get burned.

“Congratulations, you finally got the name right.” You stick your tongue out while your nails comb their way through the locks of hair at the back of his neck. He locks eyes with you, leaning ever so slightly into the massage the way cats do when they need more attention.

And then your lips meet his. You expect the guy who’s locked lips with everyone in the office to get straight to the point and not hold back, but that isn’t the case. What he gives you instead is a soft graze, an affectionate tease. When you try to go in for another taste, he pulls back and lets you chase him. You’d love nothing more than to wipe that smirk off his face with another kiss.

“I thought you said you weren’t down to date a coworker?” Smartass. You wouldn’t be sitting on top of his cock if you weren’t down to be more intimate with him.

“That only applies to everyone except you.” Your robe slides off your shoulder as you poke him in the chest. Funny how you aren’t cold anymore.

“What makes me so special?” he asks while getting a sneak peek of the pretty lingerie you’d secretly hoped he’d see on you.

You think about all the little things he does—he walks with you, reads your book recommendations, takes note of your favorite animals and coffee shops. And he never expects anything in return, including your feelings apparently. He just wants to make sure you feel seen and know he always has your back. When he’s too chicken to be upfront about his feelings, you’ve come to realize this is his love language. 

“You might be open about all the sleeping around you do with other people, but the subtle thoughtful things you do just for me don’t go unnoticed.” You run your fingers along his cheek and bring your lips within striking distance from his. This time, he doesn’t initiate another chase and allows you to press your words into his mouth. “Plus I think it’s really cute that you use the whale shark skin in-game because of me.”

“That’s when I knew I was down bad.” The sound he makes is somewhere between a chuckle and an embarrassed sigh. “I didn’t even know you played that game and yet my mind was still finding ways to connect everything back to you and your little quirks.”

“I knew I was down bad when I installed that game after hearing you raging about it with the boys,” you blurt out of nowhere.

“You did what, Y/N?”

“I started playing that headache of a game because of you, okay? I wholeheartedly believed I was taking that secret to the grave, but now it stays between you and me. Got it?” Your face feels hot, but you aren’t complaining.

“Yes, ma’am.” His teasing grin will never get old, and you love that about him.

In the heat of another kiss, you feel Jungkook tug on the silky sash at your waist. Your robe opens up like curtains being drawn for a grand reveal. Exposed as you are, there’s no need to hide anymore. In fact, you’d be more than down to have sex out in the open on the couch, but you also have to consider the innocent kitten sleeping next to you.

Like the considerate boy he is, Jungkook scoops you up without disturbing the cat and makes his way to your bedroom.

He lays you down on the bed and eyes your body from head to toe. If he wasn’t giving you horny eyes when you greeted him at the door, he definitely is now.

“Am I gonna get you in trouble for keeping you up past your bedtime?” He saves time by tearing his hoodie and t-shirt off in one go. Based on those abs, you suppose working out is another one of his favorite pastimes alongside sex, gaming, and fucking around with you.

“No.” You reach for his body and pull him on top of you. The large bulge tucked away in his sweatpants catches your attention. “But I might be a little sore for tomorrow.”

“Oh? Is that how you like it?” He rubs two fingers against the thin fabric between your legs to test the waters. Your body shudders and tenses up from the tiniest of touches. Given the dry spell you’ve suffered through this year, you know it won’t take much for you to lose it. “Sure you can handle it?”

“Try me.” You push back with your tongue in his mouth and help him out of his sweats. You’re one swipe away from clawing his boxers off, but he grabs ahold of your wrists and pins you against the pillows.

“Someone’s awfully eager,” he says as he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your breasts. You squirm under his hot breath, asking for more contact—anywhere on your body will do.

“Yeah, well, we do have another meeting bright and early tomorrow morning, and it’d look bad if we both fell asleep during it because we were up all night having—” Your rambling is interrupted by the boy’s cock staring you down. He tears open a square packet, but you swipe it away and slide it down his length. You don’t mind a bit of rubber if it gives you an excuse to get your paws on him.

In return, he helps you wiggle out of your teeny tiny thong and bra. His hands waste no time in squeezing your breasts and fingering you down below to make sure you’re wet enough. (Spoiler alert: You most definitely are.)

As big as he is, he slides in with relative ease thanks to how desperately you need him inside you. He fills you in perfectly, too, reaffirming the fact that you and him are perfect for one another. Fuck everyone who thinks otherwise.

You dig your long nails into his arms as he moves in and out of you. If he keeps going harder with every thrust, you’re gonna have a difficult time holding on.

“I swear your nails are like cat claws,” he grunts into your ear but makes no actual effort to extract your nails from his arms.

“If I recall correctly, you did refer to me as a soft kitten who isn’t afraid to bring her claws out,” you hum up at him.

“Hey, let’s not talk about all the sappy things I said in-game right now.” There’s a hint of poutiness in his otherwise raspy bedroom voice. As punishment for teasing him, he flips you over onto your knees to give him the best view of your ass. “You weren’t supposed to hear that stuff.”

“Tell me something I’m supposed to hear,” you challenge him as he gives your ass a good squeeze. His fingers dip back between your legs and circle your clit a few times. You body rubs back on instinct like a horny pup against a toy.

“I would like to formally ask you out,” he says with his hands at your hips and his cock back inside you. "Will you go out with me?"

“You're a little late, buddy, but yes, I’ll go out with you,” you chuckle until your orgasm sneaks up on you and hits you like a truck. The moans you let out are probably loud enough to wake the cat, but that just means the two of you will have to relocate the next time you have sex. Perhaps his place or the office breakroom might be worth considering. 

Your arms give out as you tighten around him, so you lower your face to the pillow and let the boy do as he pleases to your body to get his release. After a few more strong thrusts, he gasps your name out in pleasure and pulls out of you. You give him a good ten seconds to catch his breath before you smother him with a million kisses.

You take a glance at the time on your phone. It’s getting awfully late, and you do have that meeting in the morning, but the two of you have a few options:

A) Cuddle in bed and go to sleep like normal 9-5ers.

B) Hop online and play a few games together because your computer’s still on.

C) Go another round and make a special coffee run before the meeting.

None of those options sound like a bad idea when you’ve got Jeon Jungkook to do them with. All he has to do is say the word and you're down.

[jeonjcngkook]

motor head | jjk (m)

pairing: jungkook x female reader genre(s)&au(s): motorcyclist!jungkook, situationship / friends-with-benefits, angst, smut, pwp rating: 18+ word count: 10.2k+ warning(s)&smut warning(s): they r a little toxic w each other btw ! possessive jaykay n jealous jaykay bcs he literally cant see you around other men !!!! QATAR JAYKAY W LONG CURLY HAIR ALL IN HIS EYES LIKE PRINCE CHARMING 🤤, tattoos !!!! all out !!!!!! — thats a warning on its own :)))) - i may have also given him a giant rib tattoo bcs i hate myself that much 🤭 jaykay rides a motorcycle just in case u havent already guessed 🥲😲, biggest cawk jaykay, dirty talkinnn’, size kink bigger than his muscles !! he uses his motorcycle as a giant sex toy 🤲🏻🫠, clit play while driving, rough kisses, love bites, rough oral sex (m rec), face fucking (f rec), thigh riding & dry humping, vaginal fingering (f rec), anal fingering (f rec), spitting on her face n spitting on her ass, 💦💦, 👉🏻 degradation kink & praise kink 👈🏻, vaginal penetrative sex, unprotected sex, sex on top of a motorbike, multiple orgasms, power play sksksk, jealousy sex (????? ye kinda), orgasm denial(s), creampie. summary: jungkook doesn't like seeing someone else have your attention, so he decides he’s gonna do something about it. beta(s): @jeonspub & @pjmparadise  banner: @kth1 | @kth1fics 

A hand fists into the back of your tank top and pulls you upright from your bent position. Looking behind you, you come eye-to-eye with Jungkook who looks like he reached his final limit with you. Seeing red, he is quick to push the man out from behind you, watching as his body struggles to keep himself standing at the force.

“Jaykay, what’s your fuckin’ problem, man?” The orange haired man you know as Jimin asks. “The little lady is just having some fun, don’t be such a spoil sport,” he jests — clearly loving the agitated reaction he is getting from Jungkook if the snarky grin on his face is anything to go by.

Jimin reaches out for you once more and drags you back towards him. He presses your back into the warmth of his chest, legs parting to accommodate you against him as one of his hands rests on your hip and the other on your thigh. You swallow when something hard presses into your ass and you fidget against it, hearing Jimin moan against your neck.

You watch on as Jungkook’s expression changes from pissed off to full blown rage within a blink of an eye.

Between you and Jungkook, things are complicated to say the absolute least. You have a past behind you as the girlfriend of a neighbouring rival gang that go against Jungkook and the rowdy crowd he hangs with. It started with sneaking around with each other behind your then boyfriends back before you took the plunge and found yourself with Jungkook indefinitely.

But things between you both aren’t as easy as it seems. Yes, you had left your boyfriend for Jungkook, but you and Jungkook had never made it official with each other.

To put it bluntly; you left your relationship with your ex for a situationship with the city’s notorious bad boy. Plainly put, you’re still single.

You laugh lightly as Jimin taunts Jungkook. You aren’t friends with any of these guys, having only met them twice before. You aren’t stupid, you can spot a hot guy when you see one and Jungkook’s so-called best friend Jimin was exactly that.

Like mentioned, you are single after all.

You tilt your head to the side to let Jimin place small kisses on your neck; both of you watching for Jungkook’s reaction. Within the snap of your fingers, Jungkook is ripping you out of the grasp of Jimin and pulling you into his arms. “She’s coming with me.”

Jungkook looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to move in the direction of his motorcycle. His heavy black boots kick the stones from under his feet as he nears his motorised vehicle, leaving space for you to hop on eventually; however, you don’t move.

“Maybe I want to stay with Jimin,” you taunt, knowing just how to push his buttons.

You watch as Jungkook rolls his eyes, pissed off and annoyed at your bothersome behaviour tonight, unsure as to what or why you’ve decided that tonight of all nights you want to wind him up.

“____, you’re testing my fucking patience. Get on the bike.”

Staying still, you keep yourself standing between the two men. You look back towards Jimin, who looks to be enjoying the scene in front of him — Jungkook tends to get what he wants when he wants, so watching you not give him that makes Jimin snicker.

The sound of Jungkook’s motorcycle comes to life as he presses into the throttle lever as far as it possibly goes, a roar of the engine tearing through the cloudy night.

You turn around to find Jungkook with his helmet over his head, leather gloves adorning his fingers as the wheels on his bike move against the gravel.

“W-wait! Jungkook, wait!”

The engine dulls down as you walk towards him. Jungkook passes you over the spare helmet he reserves for you when you ride with him as you easily slide it past your hair.You don’t need to see his face to know that he has the victory smirk on his face. Lifting your leg over the carbon fibre of the bike, you manage to slot yourself between Jungkook and the glass window at the front. 

Once again, Jungkook presses into the throttle and the bike engine rumbles beneath you both as he navigates the vehicle out of the lot, leaving everyone else behind.

It’s been fifteen minutes of silence between you both. Nobody dares to say anything through the intercom. In those fifteen minutes though, you’ve managed to slide into a dangerous position as Jungkook steers you both down narrow streets. The motorbike vibrates at the base just below the seat and you can’t help but feel every single part of it.

You moan out loud into the intercom in your helmet, not trying to hide the pleasure that suddenly rakes through you. Deep vibrations from the hard metallic cylinders below the carbon fibre body rattle your body as Jungkook adjusts your position on the bike.

His palm applies enough pressure to push your body down, watching as your back straightens out as your chin lies against the frame of the motorcycle, giving Jungkook a clear view of the road in front of him. In your new position, you slide yourself back into Jungkook’s crotch, meeting the leather material of Jungkook’s pants and in turn trapping you in between his hard psyche and the body of the machine beneath you.

Jungkook is still in full control of the motorcycle. He presses the throttle and ups the motorbike into a higher gear. Feeling the wind pick up as you zigzag through the highway, watching as the streetlights illuminate the wet asphalt before they threaten to dim into full darkness.

The vibrations between your legs get stronger as Jungkook revs the engine, picking up speed and knowing exactly what reaction he is spurring out of you. You hear a small laugh from Jungkook, and it’s almost torturous, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

From behind you, you can feel his eyes watching you as your legs try to close themselves to alleviate the throbbing in your core but you come up short, having the metal of the motorcycle come in between. You grind your ass further into Jungkook; feeling his cock harden at your movements.

Without thinking, you rub yourself further into the luxury Italian leather of the seat, chasing the vibrations as your pussy overflows with your own lust. You want nothing more right now than to trace your fingers past the hem of your leggings to peel away the lace that is now fully sticking to your folds uncomfortably from your arousal.

“Give me your hand.”

Removing his hand from the handlebars, Jungkook finds your wrist and wraps your fist around the rubber handle. “Press down on the throttle,” he instructs, voice stone cold and laced in confidence. You do as you're told, letting your fingers grip the lever, pressing down until it doesn’t go any further.

Behind you, Jungkook adjusts himself, fighting against your own movements; a deep gritty growl vibrating from his chest, almost mimicking the engine of his Kawasaki Ninja H2R bike. Your eyes widen in surprise when you feel something thick and hard pressing against your ass. Your cheeks warm at the realisation, your lips parting as he purposely pulls you further into him.

Jungkook’s now free hand slithers under your arm and past your clothing to place it on your hip. Your hands begin to gather sweat as he massages the skin almost comfortingly — but you know better… especially after the environment he has just pulled you out of.

“J-Jungkook, isn’t this dangerous?” you stutter nervously as your heart rate picks up. You feel Jungkook sit up a little straighter from behind you, one arm still holding onto the brake lever.

His fingertips run along the band of your leggings teasingly before his fingers dip underneath the cotton band. You can’t help but spread your legs wider on either side of the body, an instinct that has been scorned into your mind. A silent plea for Jungkook to move his hands further down. To cup your wet pussy and slide his fingers inside. To finger fucking you on the highway under the glittering city lights just to eliminate your lustfulness.

Your breath hitches in your throat as your arousal leaks further into your dampened thong.

“Jungkook?”

Ignoring you altogether, you feel three fingers press into the material of your underwear. The motorcycle below you shakes as you struggle to concentrate on the road. Jungkook’s hand finds your clit easily and begins to rub soft and slow circles. He switches the direction of his fingers, leaving you on the edge, never knowing what next he’s going to do.

“Why are you so wet, darling? Was it me or was it Jimin that got you so dirty?” He goads through the intercom — the first thing he has said to you since leaving the parking lot.

At the accusation towards Jimin, your blood runs cold. It definitely wasn’t Jimin but Jungkook had some audacity to even ask when he’s three fingers against your clit.

“We aren’t doing this if you’re going to assume like a dick.”

Your hand finds his wrist as you grab at it, keeping him in place to continue playing with your pussy. You lick your lips as his fingers peel past your thong, sliding them up and down your slit to coat his fingers  in your cum before sinking two of them inside of you, instantly knuckle deep.

Your cunt clenches around his digits  as your mind goes dizzy with desire.

Jungkook pulls his fingers out of you, feeling the heat in between your legs before he inches his fingers back inside. A rhythm of steading thrusting starts, making sure to curl them up when his knuckles meet your clit.

“I don’t think we — shit — we should do this. It’s — fuck — so dangerous.”

Jungkook is still able to navigate you around the city with one hand with your help but as the pleasure and lust courses through you from his fingers, it makes you dizzy, losing your vision on the road slightly.

“Want me to stop, darling?” Jungkook purrs into the built-in microphone.

The way his fingers fuck into you is deliriously fucking good. He knows how to reduce you to nothing but a whimpering mess for him in so many ways. You don’t want him to stop. You never want him to stop.

And Jungkook knows. He always knows. 

It’s like he can read your thoughts and leaves you hanging by a thread as he rips his hands away from your sodden core; pulling you away from any sort of pleasurable burst that was about to wash over your body any minute now.

The gasp that you exhale echoes through both of your bluetooth speakers is ear pinching as you try to come to terms with Jungkook denying you your opportunity to come. It leaves your eyes watering, pussy fluttering against nothing.

“What the fuck was that?” You pant, and a deep growl of dissatisfaction blends into your words spitefully. 

The motorcycle slows down to a stop as it reaches its ending destination. Jungkook removes the keys to the garage from his pocket, clicking the buttons to open the entrance to his workshop.

The sounds of a heavy metal garage door thunders in your ears as you’re driven into the main area of the repair store. You watch as Jungkook’s leaden black leather boot wiggles under the motorcycle against the bottom of the bike to pull the kickstand out to allow it to stand on its own. 

He is the first one to remove himself from the motorcycle, opting to run his hands through his now helmet messed hair. You follow his lead and will yourself to lift your leg over to the other side. It’s difficult to stand with the shake in your body. You’re unsure if it’s the adrenaline coursing through you or the lingering arousal you endured from the heavy vibrations.

Once you’re off the bike, you watch Jungkook off to the other side, pacing back and forth. He looks like he is having an internal battle with himself, so deep in thought that he may as well have forgotten you are there with him.

A distressed pair of leather pants hug tightly at Jungkook’s thighs, perfectly snug against the muscle underneath — all sorts of thoughts running through your mind at just how delicious his legs look in the material. It’s sinful and fucking mouth-watering. 

Made from soft black leather, his jacket has a number of badges stitched securely onto the front and sleeves. With added stripes in sanguine red and olive green, the overall look of the jacket contrasts well against the black leather. To give it a more classic ‘biker look’, Jungkook has gone as far to wax the leather material to create a more vintage, edgy worn out effect.

Jungkook catches you staring at him as he unzips the top coat, revealing a sleeveless navy blue ribbed sweater-like shirt under the classic looking jacket. Throwing the leather over his shoulder, it lands in a heap behind him and you can’t help but watch as it falls heavily on the grimy concrete floor.

But what catches your eye is the arm covered fingers to shoulder in tattoos — not a dribble of skin left untouched, and you feel yourself itching to run your fingers over the words, patterns and shapes. You swallow hard as you watch as he crosses his arms over his chest. Your eyes land centre to his bicep; the colours within the intricate artworks being put to more good use as they show off every single tight muscle in his flexed arm.

With all the effort you are able to conjure, you’re able to rip your attention away from his body, but not fast enough as you look up to see Jungkook smirking.

“What are you playing at?”

Either Jungkook doesn't hear you or he’s heard you perfectly clear and he is doing everything he can to completely ignore you. And judging by the raise of his eyebrow piercing which catches in the night light like stardust and the light scoff that you hear, it’s the latter. Typical Jungkook.

This isn’t something you’re not used to. The push and pull between the both of you is scornful. Filled with aggression and fiery delight. It’s sickening yet all too consuming at the same time. It’s every reason why you find yourself unable to stay away from him, and vice versa.

Your eyes scan around the workbench in the repair store, striking gold as you find a tape measure underneath piles of tools and equipment.

“I’m talking to you,” you throw the measuring tape at his back to grab his attention. Your words are comparable to a snake spitting at its prey — filled with poison and ready to fight. 

Your back is pressed against the adjacent wall, shortly followed by a pair of plush lips pressed against your own. The breath is knocked from your lungs and you’re unsure if it’s from being herded against the wall so abruptly or having Jungkook steal the air from such a bruising and breathtaking kiss. Either way, you hum in venomous delight as you open your mouth to allow his tongue to slither past your teeth and entangle with your own.

With one hand pressed against the wall next to your head and the other holding you still by the waist, you find yourself enjoying every moment of the dominance spilling from the man in front of you.

You reach your hands to his waist to roam underneath his ribbed crewneck style tank top, gripping the material in your hands and pushing it up and over his head. You take in his body. Completely bare for you — another tattoo etched into his beautiful skin. A Japanese traditional dragon. You see the tail starting at his hip as the body is drawn with pristine lines and dotwork all the way up his ribcage.

Wisdom, bravery and strength — traits both the dragon tattoo and Jungkook behold and symbolise. Although, his wisdom seems to vacate the second it comes to you.

You continue to take in the full sight of him. His torso is lean, and his chest and shoulders are broad and incredibly built. You have never seen anybody like him — and you doubt you’ll find anyone like him again. Healed scars, old abrasions, and bruises cover his chest and ribs and your fingertips gently travel upwards until they meet the tender marks.

His skin looks almost soft as the only format of light from the dim lamps and moonlight outside illuminates against his form. A hiss leaves his lips as you run your hands up and down his flesh, watching his eyes close tight. 

“We could have got hurt,” you whisper, the words falling on deaf ears. Jungkook doesn’t want to think about his past battles in war — not right now.

Jungkook manages to slot his leather clad thigh in between your thighs, prying your legs to open wider for him. Your leggings only did so much to conceal your arousal, yet it didn't help that there is a dampened spot in the middle of the fabric;thankfully, he can’t feel it through his own pants, yet.

“You already hurt me, _____.”

You can barely recover from the intrusion of his thigh as you lift your head, looking at Jungkook dead in the eyes as they glare down at you, dark and filled with arousal of his own.

The garage is dark and dingy looking. The smell of oil, gasoline and sweat roaming around the room. It’s somewhat fitting to the man in front of you right now. Yet as his eyes darken and you’re only now taking in your surroundings, a shiver rakes through your body.

Jungkook presses himself further into you with his thigh, watching the way your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, a loud moan you are unable to suppress is loud and clearly heard by you both.

“W-what do you mean?” Like before, Jungkook’s gloved hand finds the waistband of your leggings once more, playfully grabbing at the elastic before taking the material back and letting it snap against your skin gently. With his free hand, he travels up your tummy, the feeling of your soft skin underneath his calloused fingertip brings him a sensation of delight. He brings it further up your body to skin over your clothed tits, squeezing over the lace as he grinds his thigh further into your cunt.

“You know what I’m talking about,” Jungkook’s eyes are stone, piercing through you entirely.

Your nipples harden at his movements, eyes rolling back into the back of your skull as you try your utmost best to keep your breathing steady and under control. It’s increasingly hard to do so when Jungkook flexes his quadriceps, giving you hard muscle to drag your aching, leaking pussy over.

“With Jimin.” His hand withdraws from your body, keeping you in place with his thigh as he straightens himself back to full height, only adding to his dominant aura. It makes you feel small underneath him.

A tear is heard throughout the small room and a chill suddenly finds its way creeping up your body. You look down in horror to find the thin material of your vest has been torn in half right down the middle. Your eyes quickly find Jungkook so you can demand why but before the chance finds itself, leather is skimming the skin of your neck until it finds you by the throat. His fingers squeeze at the sides of your neck just enough to slow down your breathing, a silent warning to not say a word.

“You went against what I told you today, didn’t you?” Jungkook is the first to cut through the silence with a rhetorical question, in his honeyed voice.

You have a habit of talking back to Jungkook, never liking not having the last say in your tiffs. You open your mouth to answer but once more Jungkook is quicker in thinking, knowing you far too well, and adds a little more pressure to the side of your neck. You can’t help but groan in near delight as the light headed feeling begins to crawl up on you ever so slowly but not before you manage to get some words out. “Did I?

Jungkook remains still. His eyes boring straight into your own as if challenging you to talk back to him once more.

Nothing. Silence.

The only sound to be heard is the heavy breathing between the both of you and all you do is let out a snort of laughter, as if this whole time it’s just a game.

“I just wanted to join in with you and the boys,” you say once more through gritted teeth. “It isn’t my fault Jimin fucking likes me, is it?” 

“I don’t think Jimin ‘fucking liking you’ is the issue we have here, sweetheart. Letting him grind his cock against your ass in front of me and my boys is the problem we have.”

It didn’t matter how hard Jungkook’s hand was wrapped around your throat, the laugh that you let out was audible enough to taunt Jungkook. This was dangerous. You are in a small space filled with oils and gasoline tanks that in a single moment threatens to blow up if you keep playing with the fire inside Jungkook.

“You should have been the one to take me out on your bike then, then we wouldn’t be in this situation.” You lower yourself further onto his thigh, using your lower back to rest on the cold wall behind you. With everything in you, you use it to your advantage to keep you in your sitting position, essentially sitting on Jungkook’s thigh as you begin to press down harder, moving your hips back and forth to fuck yourself on him.

“Things may have gotten a little out of hand when he was showing me his bike,” you slide the straps of your bra off of your shoulders to pull the cups down and let your tits spill out. You feel the fingers on your throat loosen lightly, Jungkook’s eyes flickering down as he watches you grope your tits in your hands yourself this time. “He may have bent me over it a little too much and he may have pressed himself against me a little too hard when showing me the paintwork; but when was any of this my problem?” 

No response comes from Jungkook. Instead, his grip on your neck falls completely in turn for slapping your hands out of the way to fist your boobs in his leather fists himself, watching as the skin peeks through the spaces of his fingers. The feeling of air returning to your body spurs you on further, gives you a newfound energy that you use to fuck yourself with. You’re so desperate to come that the pace of you riding his thigh increases, pleasure shoots up your spine and you let out a cry of arousal, your body is so wired it feels like your clit is making direct contact to his cock on every stoke.

In fact, Jungkook does nothing to stop you from chasing your high — what's strange is that he starts to encourage you to use him to get yourself off. He lifts his leg higher and further into you, flexing his thigh as tight as possible as he plants his hands on either side of your waist to help guide you, pushing and pulling you with both hands.

“Jungkook, kiss me,” you plead, voice light.

“No.”

Your eyes snap open at his denial to your request. He has never denied you a kiss before. Jungkook loves making out with you so this is brand new territory for you to be in and you’re unsure if you’re enjoying the answer. You don’t have the option to ask why before you get your answer.

“Don’t deserve it.”

Your eyes become glassy as little tears fill your eyes. Not because of Jungkook’s rejection, well, a little because of that, but because he fucking smirks as he tells you no and continues to pulls you harder into him.

Jungkook leans down towards your mouth and you follow him, leaning in to connect his mouth with yours, thinking he was just playing games with his previous refusal. But at the last possible second, he twists his face away from yours until his lips are grazing against your earlobe, grunts of pleasure and warm breathing warming your skin.

“I fucking love how wet you get for me,” Jungkook croons as he takes your earlobe in between his teeth and grazes it lightly. “I’ll kiss you when you’ve come.”

You jerk your hips erratically against his thigh faster and faster, your climax in fucking sight. “Jungkook, it would have felt so good to have you bending me down on top of the motorcycle instead,” you start, words etching a repetive image in Jungkook’s mind of you and Jimin once again. “To feel your arms around me. Your weight on top of me, your cock hard and heavy against me —, " you moan, continuing to grind against him, watching how Jungkook twitches and swells under the leather of his pants.

This time it’s Jungkook’s turn to groan, trying to angle his body in a way that his cock is beneath you, to have you aide both yourself and Jungkook at the same time, but to his dismay he can’t find it; the material not being too kind in stretching enough for him.

Your breathing becomes stuttered as a string of swear words leaves your lips as your orgasm washes over you. And as promised, Jungkook finds your jaw in his hand and brings your face up to meet his own before crashing his soft cherry red lips against your own.

He kisses you deeply with soft lips and a wet tongue that presses into the seam of your lips, begging for entrance. Your lips part obediently as you glide your tongue against his own. The taste of desperation and lustful desire on the tip of both of your tongues and you can’t help but moan softly, so saccharine sweetly for him.

In between the kiss, you feel a large hand at the back of your neck, fingers tangling into your hair as they tug at the root to pull you away from his mouth. Jungkook’s rougher nature starts to make an appearance and you can’t help but squirm in anticipation of what is to follow. The thoughts of him pinning you down just like you had asked in the midst of your pleasure moments ago swirls in your mind, causing goosebumps to rise on the back of your neck.

“If I had been anywhere near you earlier then I wouldn’t have been able to fucking stop myself from being the one to bend you over, waist down against my own bike just to fuck you hard and rough in plain sight of everyone around us.”

A puddle forms in your mouth at his words; unable to swallow as you picture the image in your mind of Jungkook doing exactly that with a crowd around you. You know he has a vouyeristic nature and a tendency to participate in exhibitionism but knowing he would go as far as too fuck you in front of a group of his friends, strangers to you, sets your body ablaze. 

A fresh wave of arousal pools in your already soaked underwear as you muster up the courage to move around his thigh once more. But unluckily for you, Jungkook removes his thigh from between your legs and gives you a dry humourless laugh as he sees you trying to put the imagery in your mind.

“I can’t believe you’d fucking let me do that. Look at yourself — it’s pathetic.”

“I didn’t say I would let you do that.” Jungkook raises his tattoo arm and lands it on the wall behind him, keeping the other side free, knowing that if you wanted to leave, you would take the exit.

“You didn’t have to say anything. I can read it all over your body. Why else did you end up getting on the back of my motorcycle again tonight? Because it sure as shit wasn’t for a night cruise… not with me.”

You swallow hard as Jungkook bends down again so he’s face to face with you.

“Your mouth is watering for me. Your heart is pounding and I can fucking feel it. And now, the lower I get,” he stops to lick at the ring at the corner of his mouth and your eyes flit down to watch as he does. Watching as his tongue runs along his lower lip, wetting it as he goes before his tongue slithers back into his mouth and protrudes at the corners. “I can feel the desperation clinging to you for me to kiss you right now. Slow. Hard. Passionate. My tongue running down your neck. Taking in the smell of your arousal,” he punctuates his words by letting his palm squeeze at your tit again and sliding his hands down over your bare ribs.

Your eyes flutter shut as your hand firmly grips his wrist. Jungkook stops his movements, waiting for you to stop what’s going on between the two of you. But it never comes. Instead, you tighten your grip on his wrist and begin to slither it towards the elastic of your bottoms once again.

“Then what?” You moan, anticipating his next movement.

It’s clear to see that Jungkook is just as affected by this as you are. The deep movement in his Adams Apple suggesting he is swallowing hard to keep himself under control gives it away.

“Then I’d slid my fingers right under here,” and he does but goes no further than the lace hem of your underwear, “I’d make you come first around my fingers. Then on my tongue. Then on my fucking cock,” he whispers the last part as he presses himself into you, making you feel just how aroused is his. His cock, thick and hard against your pelvis. “Fast, hard, rough sex that you know deep down you’re craving from me right now.”

His fingers stop rubbing against your skin, forcing you to look up to find him with his eyes closed and jaw clenched together. “Too bad I’m not going to be the one to give it to you… Go ask Jimin, he seemed up for it.” The last sentence is said with spite as if the name of his best friend is nothing but searing poison dripping from his own tongue.

Stunned into silence, you roll your eyes. Of course this is still about Jimin. “Fuck you.”

Though his back is turned to you, you watch as Jungkook stops in his stride and opts for twisting his neck from side to side — cracking of his bones heard in the eerie quiet. You can’t see his expression but you know you’ve possibly overstepped the mark but right now, you can’t see anything other than blind vicious venom for the man in front of you.

“What did you say to me?”

Ignoring the warning bells that ring and rattle in your head over and over, you tell yourself you need to do this.

“You heard exactly what I said. You’re so caught up in your own messed up thoughts that you can’t see that I’m standing here right in front of you. I’ve always been right in front of you. You fuck me when you please but then you’re so quick to toss me away the second something so miniscule gets too hard for you to deal with. You pick me up just to throw me away like an old toy a child doesn’t want anymore. I’m not yours to just use and tear apart when you want. You don’t care about those around you enough to think about the repercussions of your shitty actions. So fuck you.”

You toss your head back in relief that you have finally been able to lift the dead weight off of your shoulders. If this is how you and Jungkook will end, then at least you did it with your pride intact standing up for yourself. You let out a deep breath  as you try to zip up your jacket to cover your torn clothes.

With your head down in concentration, you’re unaware that Jungkook has come back and reaches for both your wrists, pinning them against the wall above your head, and he doesn’t look happy. His eyes are narrowed, glaring into you as if he can see through you, burning holes straight into the granite behind you. His jaw is flexed, shut tight, and his nose is scrunched up at the tip — not in the way you’ve come to love, but in a way that carries fear.

“Well if you aren’t mine, then who is it you belong too, huh?”

“That’s not what I mea-.”

Your sentence is cut off as his lips crash against yours hard. His teeth instantly pull on your lower lip to allow himself the satisfaction of tangling his tongue with your own. The kiss is passionate, filled with loathing and untold love for the other. Your eyes shut slowly into the kiss as you fight your wrists out of his hold in favour of wrapping them around his neck and pulling him against you forcefully.

You tug at the roots of Jungkook’s hair, breaking the kiss and watching as saliva connects your lips to his still. Your own body shivers as you take in the state of his hair dishevelled from your tugging and the motions of his chest rising and falling over and over in quick paces from being out of breath with just one kiss.

“Tell me. Who. Do. You. Belong. To?”

One more tug at his hair and you regain your fight. “You have no right to think I belong to you. Not anymore.”

“You like it when I do though, don’t try and fight what you already know to be true,” Jungkook answers, his voice low and gravelly.

Once again, Jungkook’s mouth is back on you with fiery desire. Teeth and tongue clash against each other in the fight for dominance within the kiss. You relinquish, knowing damn well that you would never win anyway, but the fight is part of the fun. He captures your lip back in between his teeth and nips hard enough that a tingling feeling reaches your lips, and you think he’s kissed you hard enough to draw blood. If that’s the case, Jungkook isn’t one bit bothered. Jungkook’s drawn blood before — the lashes and scars on his body are a testament to that.

Jungkook’s mouth detaches from yours and travels across your cheek toward your ear like he did earlier.

“You’re mine, you got that?”

“God, you’re such an asshole,” you spit, looking back at him with hooded eyes. 

Jungkook sucks on your neck just below your ear, knowing exactly how to provoke you. The sweet spot on your body that only he knows. His mouth is greedy and careless as his teeth nibble hard at one spot and then another before his tongue immediately soothes the burn of your flesh. And yet all at the same time, you never want the burn to stop. You want him to keep going — to fully burst into flames and burn you with him.

But it isn’t like he was wrong. It didn’t matter how often you fought it never took away from the fact that you were absolutely, irrevocably his. A truth you cling to, never wanting that to change. And it may be toxic to fight and fix it with a fuck but right now you can’t help but need him right fucking now.

Jungkook just laughs, working one of his hands up to the nape of your neck to grab your hair and pull hard at the roots. You don’t fight back the moan that escapes your lips and instead you welcome the action with a salacious grin, feeling him exhale against your warm flesh.

You can tell he is needy as he furthers himself down to your chest, arms pulling the jacket off of your shoulders, ripped vest along with it. He continues to suck in mouthfuls of your skin, watching as it darkens and then placing more tiny little kisses around the sensitive area.

“I honestly hate you sometimes, Jungkook.”

Every moan, every whimper you release is for him. Moving your head side to side, you give Jungkook an all-access pass to every part of you. You shiver at the thought that the next time you’re with his friends will be when you’re going to be marked up all pretty, teeth marks and love bites littering your neck, chest and skin. Visible proof that Jungkook has claimed you as his.

“Want you on your knees, need to see how badly you wanna be mine.”

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you obey his words as you lower yourself to your knees right before him. With your head at the same height as his hips, you can  see the hard length straining against his right thigh. Jungkook doesn’t waste time undoing the two buttons above his bulge before unzipping his leather pants — the sound of it ringing loudly in your ears and your mouth drools at the thought of what is to come next.

Jungkook pulls the tight leather down to his mid thigh, just enough for you to see his cockhead poking out the seam of his Tom Ford boxers. It’s a bright pretty peach shade, smeared in white slick from the precum that has been gathering since the start of the night.

“You hate me all of a sudden, yeah?” Jungkook asks mockingly, a growl vibrating from his chest.

It doesn’t even matter how often you see his length hard and ready, it always leaves you speechless, wanting nothing more than for him to take the words out of your mouth and replace it with his cock.

Noticing that your eyes are trained on his dick, Jungkook’s hand immediately plunges into the band of his boxers and fishes his cock out for you to admire fully. The pride is written all over his face as your mouth drops open slowly and you lick the corners of your mouth, then the skin of your lower lip. Jungkook bends down at his waist and tilts your head to the side to face you away from him before he spits on your cheek, a loud whimper leaving your lips. Jungkook watches as your head turns back towards him, eyes filled with lust as you feel it drip down your face.

“You want to hate me that much but look at you covered in me,” he degrades as he pulls you towards his cock and smears his spit and precum around the side of your cheek. “You can’t hate me that much sweetheart.” 

You hear him sucking air through his teeth as your hand reaches up to run your fingertips over the protruding veins that run from the flushed, weeping mushroom head down to the base before handling his balls in your palms and giving one tight squeeze. You smile to yourself knowing just how affected he is. Affected by your touch, how it’s you that brings him to a halt. He hisses as your hand wraps around his shaft.

He is long, hard,and sensitive to the touch. Thick from base to tip, deep purple veins are prominent against his skin which decorate his cock so prettily within the wetness of pearly pearlescent cum. Your hand is barely big enough to close around him fully, making Jungkook laugh dryly at your feeble attempt.

However, you’re quick to shut him up as you squeeze his cock a few times, feeling him throb, his body tensing. 

The yellow street lamps continue to stream through the small window and it’s just unfair how a dingy alleyway lamp can compliment him so beautifully. It creates a halo-like backdrop around him, almost teasing you enough to think heaven really lost their most sacred one; only you know that Jungkook is nothing but sin and inevitable danger. He runs a hand through his curly onyx shaded hair, allowing multiple curls to fall into his face and in front of his eyes and you can feel the desperation within you become all too consuming as it swallows you whole.

Taking his length into both of your hands, you feel how heavy it is in your hands, and you ache to feel the weight of it on top of your tongue. The glisten of cum leaking from his slit tempts you enough to unlock your jaw and pull yourself forward towards him. Your mouth wraps around his head the smallest amount, teasingly, eyes staring straight up at Jungkook as your tongue circles his slit for his taste.

You savour the saltiness of his pre-cum, making sure to suck at the slit to paint your wet muscle with more tangy goodness. Starting off slow, you kitten lick the head, coating his cock in saliva to ready yourself for taking him in further.

Your mouth sinks down further, passing his cockhead and taking in some of the delicious thickness of his length. Your lower lip drags over the underside of his cock, massaging the vein with every suck.

“Ah shit, such a good little cockwhore,” Jungkook hisses into the open, steadying himself with one hand on the wall behind you.

Looking up at him with lust behind your lashes, you keep eye contact with him as your mouth slowly makes its way further down on him and Jungkook closes his eyes and inhales a long deep sigh and lets it out through his nose as he groans. “Yeah, looks like you fucking love me or is just my cock down your throat you’re falling for?”

Jungkook’s words are accompanied by a tender hand to the cheek where the mixture of spit and cum has dried up. His thumb caressing you back and forward. You close your eyes and focus on taking him deeper into your mouth. Your willpower takes hold of you as you sink further down until you feel your nose touch the small hairs at the lowest part of his tummy where his pubic hair rests.

Moans fall around his cock as you feel your own arousal pooling in your centre, wettening your inner thighs as you squeeze them tightly to ease the thrumming inside your pussy. One of your hands falls to his balls, cupping them and gently massaging them. The hand that isn’t currently holding his body weight finds the roots of your hair once more and tugs it hard at the sensation.

“Lean back honey and let me fuck your mouth.”

Jungkook’s cock falls from your mouth, leaving your lips connected to his cockhead by three thick slivers of spit cum mix. Your knees ache now and your throat burns but you know that you will do anything to please Jungkook so you decide to sit back on your bottom and rest your head against the cold wall as Jungkook’s thighs move either side of you.

With you now pinned up against the wall, you open your mouth once again and let Jungkook press forward, enveloping his whole cock inside your mouth. Your eyes squeeze tight as you start to gag around him. The sounds of you struggling to accommodate his thickness spurs Jungkook on further as he starts to piston himself in and out of your mouth over and over before halting his movements and holding himself at the back of your throat. Mascara from your lashes starts to puddle under your eyes as you struggle to breath past the thickness stuffed in your mouth.

“Relax your mouth, honey,” Jungkook croaks out, too lost in his own pleasure.

Doing as you’re told, you manage to relax further which gives Jungkook enough room to push past the tightness of your throat to fuck further into the tight tunnel.

“Shit, such a good girl. You’re so wet around my cock; oh f-fuck baby, take it, d-deeper.” The words of encouragement made you smile the best you can, even with a mouth filled with cock. He pulls out once more and your body gasps for as much air as you possibly can before he is back inside you.

Your gag reflex plays up every so often as Jungkook fucks into you like it’s the last time he’s ever going to see you. Focusing on your breathing helps aid the intrusion as he keeps up the hard rhythm he has his hips going in.

Feeling his hips stutter, you know he’s close. You moan loudly around his dick, the vibrations coating his shaft as he lets out the loudest moan he has of the night. You swallow around his cock, making sure to hollow out your cheeks the best you can, wanting nothing more than to see the man you love come completely undone, spilling his love for you into your awaiting tongue.

But it’s like he can read your mind as he removes himself from your mouth, watching as your eyes widen in confusion.

“Wha-why didn’t you come?” You ask, your voice hoarse.

Leaning down, Jungkook pulls you back to your feet and then lifts you into his embrace, his hands under your ass to keep you steady as you wrap your own arms around his neck and legs around his tiny waist to secure yourself. Jungkook presses you against the wall and leans in to kiss you again. It’s not gentle but it isn’t as rough as his last few kisses have been. His tongue is still insistent but you allow him to meet your own tongue with no hesitation. You feel his dick twitch against your inner thigh.

“If I'm going to come, then it’ll be inside your pussy.”

You whimper at his promise and kiss him hard on the lips again as he walks you both away from the wall. You’re lowered back onto your feet, Jungkook taking a hold of each of your shoulders and turning you around until your back is facing him.

Realising you’re standing in front of Jungkook’s motorcycle, you swallow hard at what’s to come. His hands slide down your back, following the trail of your bare spine before stopping at the small of your back. His heavy booted foot slithers its way in between your thighs and pries your legs open, watching as they spread for  him.

What comes next is a shock to you. Jungkook crouches down below you, one palm on your clothed ass cheek and the other in between your legs, rubbing back and forth on your pussy. The damp spot grows with every flick of his fingertips on your clit and Jungkook makes sure to apply added pressure to the sensitive nub as he rubs.

With no warning, a tearing sound from behind you is heard and your mouth falls open in disbelief. Cold air meets your ass and that’s when it dawns on you that Jungkook has completely torn your leggings from the back. Your body hurls forward as he continues to tear the cotton material until your full ass is exposed to him. Mortification and unadulterated desire creeps up on you, warming your skin and setting your tummy alight at the realisation of the situation. But Jungkook doesn’t finish there. Grabbing the lace of your underwear, he pulls with all his strength at the article of clothing and rips them apart too. They stay on your body by your hips but the middle of your underwear is torn and dangling in between your thighs, pussy now in his vision.

Your pussy drips embarrassingly for him as your legs stay spread wide for his own enjoyment and pleasure. It’s so fucking degrading and yet you can’t seem to get enough of pleasing him.

Taking the situation into your own hands, you grab at your asscheeks and pull them apart to give Jungkook all the access to your dripping core. “Jungkook? Look how wet I am for you, baby.” You wiggle your ass left and right and back again, taunting Jungkook to touch you.

“Filthy fucking girl.” Jungkook caresses your ass. A hand is lifted and is brought down just as quick to slap you across your left asscheek.

You snort at his attempts, knowing just how to rile him up. “Is that all you got?” You grin and even though he can’t see you, you know he knows you’re grinning. He can hear it in your tone. You arch your back slightly, sticking your ass out toward him. 

He slaps you once more, this time to the right listening to you hiss at the contact, prompting him to smack you again on the other side, and again back on the left — alternating cheeks until your ass is searing warm and you’re a babbling drooling mess. Jungkook dips his hands back down in between your legs and a string of curse words are sworn out loud when he finds your pussy wetter than when he started.

“Please Jungkook, I want you,” you beg, knowing you mean it in more ways than one.

You're waiting for Jungkook to do something as you stand there in front of him, pussy dripping and skin searing. Looking over your shoulder, what you didn't expect was for Jungkook to walk away from you towards his workbench filled with all kinds of equipment for fixing up bikes. You watch as he picks up something red but his body shields most of the item from your prying eyes.

He comes back and you see that the item is long and dangles from his hands as he holds it in two hands. Jungkook picks your hands up from holding your ass and places them at the bottom of your back before binding the item around your wrists.

It’s when you feel the thick PVC that you realise he has tied your hands with a pair of jumper cables. What is even more mortifying is after he finishes tying up the leads, he bends you forward onto his bike with your tits pressed against the leather of the seat in the exact same compromising position that Jimin had you in earlier in the night. But this time it’s Jungkook, and you’re bound to his liking awaiting his cock.

“Don’t fucking like seeing what’s mine with anyone else… especially not fucking Jimin,” he snarls.

Jungkook spits from behind you into his palm and grips his cock, fucking his fist in eager strokes at your bound bent state right in front of him. He pushes his cock down to swipe through your folds, catching your arousal and coating himself in your wetness — a messy concoction mixed with his own cum and spit.

“Whenever you’re in this position, you’ll be reminded that I’m the one who fucked you raw on their motorcyle.” Jungkook pushes into you at the end of his speech while his hands slither to your hips and grips the skin tight.

Usually Jungkook preps you before he fucks you, using his fingers and tongue to open you up for him — stretching you wide to fit his thick length inside but other than him finger fucking you earlier in the night, there was nothing.

The bulbous head of his dick presses further into you until it finally passes past your tight hole, stretching your cunt open, the burn welcomed almost immediately as your head falls forward and you whimper at the pained pleasure.

You manage to keep your breathing steady as your lips are caught in between your teeth to stop yourself from moaning further. Your cunt flutters around him as he continues to push himself forward; struggling to take him in fully from the lack of foreplay. You can only thank the high heavens above that Jungkook let you use his thighs to get off, to get you wet in preparation of his cock because without it, you’re absolutely sure that he would have had you apart just like your clothing. Soiled and ripped into two halves.

“So big…” you whisper, beginning to feel the lightheadedness creep over you.

Jungkook helps slightly by pushing you off his cock until it is just the tip sheathed inside your cunt before he pulls you right back into him — his cockhead already pressing against your cervix as your pussy stretches to accommodate him — moulding itself into the perfect shape just for Jungkook. Folds white and creamy each time he pulls out, just how he likes it.

Your walls relax enough to allow Jungkook to start pulling and pushing you onto his cock. You spread your legs further for him, the new space allows your body to accept him easier. Jungkook swears as he eventually bottoms out within you, hot and swollen.

“Am I giving you everything you wanted, sweetheart?” Jungkook snarls, “my little cocksleeve.”

Your mouth drops open as Jungkook keeps rolling his hips into you, feeling every inch he feeds into your greedy cunt. The bike beneath you both shifts and you hear the metal from the kickstand below grind against the floor, the machine threatening to fall but this only goads Jungkook to fuck you harder.

All that radiates from Jungkook right now is power and dominance as he completely takes over your body, using it as his own personal fucking toy. His cock manages to glide inside you with such ease, reaching deep inside of you. Each thrust accompanied by a feral grunt, as if he is putting everything he has  into each pump of his cock. The sounds of the skin of his hips and thighs meeting yours fill the darkened room. Your duet of moans loud enough to be heard on the other side of the town.

“God, Jungkook! You fuck me so good — keep going — .”

Jungkook keeps up his pace, fucking into you rough, breaking his own promise from earlier. He sinks his cock back in with ease, the squelching of your cum, and skin slapping mixed with your harmonious moans fill the room. The site of your ass rippling with every thrust makes his mouth water. His hand grips your flesh and lets his fingers dig in, giving it a spank… and again twice, and thrice for his own pleasure of watching your body bounce for him.

Reaching forward, Jungkook finds your clit and circles it with two long slender fingers. You tremble beneath him, feeling your body tense as your orgasm approaches.

“Want to play with your ass,” he goads, knowing exactly how much satisfaction you gain from it. Undeniably, him too.

As quick as his fingers find your clit, they are removed and you almost let out a whine of disappointment. You’re not fast enough to give him an answer to his question before Jungkook takes his two fingers and presses them against the tight ring of your asshole, teasing little circles on your hole.

The sensation gives you flutters in your tummy, your pussy clenching at the promise of being completely filled with every part of Jungkook. Without warning, he presses his two fingers further, breaching your tight hole and immediately curling his fingers inside.

The feeling of his fingers inside your ass as he fucks your pussy makes your cunt flutter around him, which also allows your ass to tighten around his fingers too. Your hands try to reach out for Jungkook but the movement brings a nasty reminder that your wrists are still tied by the jump leads, leaving you craving to touch him even more.

You can't do anything but lie against his motorcycle as he fucks into you from behind with a ruthless pace, pushing your body into the bike.

You cry out when he finds that earthshaking spot inside of your ass. "Yes, right there," you cry.

Grunting, Jungkook makes sure he concentrates on that spot in your ass. Pulling his fingers all the way out, spitting on them to lube them back up and then pushing back into you knuckle deep. The sounds of his cock fucking into your cunt, wet obscene squealching sounds, his fingers in your ass and the slapping of skin picks up and it’s the most erotic sounds the both of you have ever heard. It may be the best sex you have both ever had.

It doesn’t take much more — just a few more drags of his fingers in your tight ass with his tattooed fingers as he continues to impale you right down on his cock until you cum, almost blacking out from how forceful your orgasm is. It's breathtaking and you can't keep your eyes open as he fucks into you, spurts of your cum splattering him as you struggle to breathe.

Jungkook moans, pushing harder into you while you are still working through your orgasm. Cunt tight and pulsing around his length, he smirks when you squeal out his name again. 

“Another.” He demands, keeping up the harsh slap of his hips.

Jungkook fills your ass with a second finger this time. The arrival of his middle finger is a tight squeeze but he manages to fit it alongside his forefinger perfectly. You feel your muscles constrict around his fingers at the new intrusion. Your cum spilling out of your used pussy as Jungkook fucks you raw like his own filthy possession. Like his own dirty fleshlight.

Your head turns swiftly to the side to see Jungkook above you. His hair is in a disarray, small droplets of sweat hiding behind his tresses of hair, allowing strands upon strands to stickily cling to his face. You watch as his abdomen flexes with each stroke, the deep V lines of his pelvis appearing and disappearing with every thrust. His cock exits you covered in your white viscid lust from your first orgasm as your second nears.

“I’m coming —,”

He looks monstrous with eyes dark and dilated with lust as his lips are caught in between his canines, expression clouded with carnality. He looks so beautiful like this. In the midst of his own pleasure.

You feel your body tense all over as your second orgasm rips through you. “Right there, please, I-I’m coming,” you scream, head blank and dizzy from the pleasure as you come all over again. Your body is tense and tears fall from your lashes and coats your cheeks in wetness. You mewl and scream, Jungkook plunging his cock harder and harder into you, coaching you through your high.

Pulling out of you, Jungkook pulls you off of his bike with the jump cable lead in his hand and guides you to your knees. Jungkook tilts his head to the side as your mouth envelopes him once more, opting to suck on his cock rough and fast.

He gathers his fists on top of your head to still your head as he begins to fuck into your throat with renowed vigor. Your eyes close as you taste both your own cum and Jungkook’s salty essence all at once. You relax your jaw to allow Jungkook to push himself past the tightness of your throat as he gives out a feral grunt with every stroke of his cock.

“So eager to have your mouth stuffed with my cum, aren’t you!?”

You hum at the praise, mouth too full to tell him exactly how it makes you feel as you squeeze your eyes closed in pleasure. With one final thrust, Jungkook stills his hips, his cock blanketed by your oesophagus at the back of your throat, leaving you gagging and coughing. Spurts of warm cum paint the back of your mouth as you feel him slide out of you as he reaches his orgasm. White sticky cum coats every part of your throat, tongue, and cheeks as you look up into his eyes, tongue hanging out for more.

You both put your lips back around his dick and suckle softly on the tip, tongue teasing the slit for more cum. Jungkook falls back slightly, using his elbows to prop his weight up against the workstation his tools are on.

You pull away from his cock, making a loud ‘pop’ as your lips leave his head. You shower his dick with small kitten kisses, feeling it soften against your lips.

“Jimin will never be able to fuck you like I do, sweetheart, just remember that.”

Again, warmth radiates all over your body at his words — the knowledge of you being his and his only gives you a prideful buzz.

Titling your head to look at Jungkook, who is towering over you, you smile a sweet saccharine smile and wink. “Jimin will never be able to fuck me like you,” you agree. “But what about Taehyung?” 

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[dreamtofus]

Hey guys, I'm taking requests in the order received; I'll write them all. Keep piling them on (you can either comment or use the built-in Tumblr ask!). Let me know if you prefer the first or second person. (Also the format is weird asf bc I had to transfer it from a different writing app)

Oh my fucking god this took me forever to write I had so much homework. It’s slightly rushed and OOC but for my first fic I don’t think it’s half bad… Give me any requests, suggestions, or criticism :)

Prompt/Summary: Daryl is dominant and tries seducing you into having sex. You're in a building, trying to scavenge for supplies with the others. He tries to find the time to take you in. Daryl can't let the zombies or the others hear.

Warnings: female receiving oral, nsfw, pet name (bunny), slight praise, NOTTT PROOF READ.

Word Count: 1,189 (almost 2k)

You clutch the crisp leather as the wind blows through your tawny matted hair. Raised stitches rub you, face pressed against his back. You'd never have much physical interaction with Daryl, but at the speed, he was going, it was just instinct. Daryl’s motorcycle comes to a slow halt, softly jerking you.

“we’re ‘ere." Mumbled the sweaty man, shutting off his motorcycle, waiting for you to dismount.

You delicately swing your leg over, with slight trouble from a slightly sore leg. He hops off right after you. In front of it lies a small plaza with a few shops on one side of the road and a few shops on the other. A small buggy car pulls up next to you, with Glenn and Maggie climbing out. After a swift mutual conversation, you guys decide you and Daryl will take the left side while Glenn and Maggie take the right, meeting up in three hours.

The occasional walker scatters the parking lot, and there are a few inside walkers in the stores—nothing Daryl’s crossbow and you can’t handle. There are a few crashed cars in the lot. Keeping quiet, Daryl and I exchange a few glances of silence. You nod as you peer inside a red car, scanning for anything.

Opening the car door, you pull a small photo wedged in between the car sheets. The photo is blood-splattered and features two pretty young girls holding each other in a posed hug. You pocket it, even if it's for no one you know or care about; it’s nice to have a little reminder of everything. Daryl grunts in disapproval, and you notice he’s been watching you. Scowling at him, you continue walking with him and approach what looks to be a small grocery store. It looks devoid of anything valuable.

Trying to find anything, you burst through the doors, not thinking much about it. You choose your aisle as you approach the deli section. Slamming on the floor and tripping over your feet as a walker approaches you. This gains the attention of about five other starving walkers. Pushing the walker off, you sprint away and call for Daryl. He's immediately by your side to rush to safety. Making your way into what was once the backrooms of the store, you slam the door behind you.

Daryl leans against the wall and observes the surrounding room. It was cramped with a fire escape at the back. You look back down at your ankle which was turning a slight blue hue. Wincing in pain you sit next to Daryl.

“Let's get outta ‘ere...” Daryl grumbles.

Before he could take a stand you grabbed his wrist and silently whimpered a no. Daryl glances at you with concern as he fixes himself in front of your foot, in between your legs. With a slight gasp, you let him struggle to roll up your baggy jeans.

He glances up and grumbles frustratingly. He looks up once more and places his hands on the button of your jeans, waiting for approval. Once you willingly nod at him, he drags them down, revealing your slightly bruised ankle.

“Nun yer won't recover from. We'll take ‘rest.” He nods at you, placing his hands accidentally on your thighs.

You gasp at his calloused hands, your thighs grow with heat. Daryl pushes himself up and signals you to stay while he scouts the fire escape further in the back.

Unable to contain yourself at the thought of being bottomless in front of Daryl, you reach through your soaked cotton panties. Stifling your moans with your wrist, you place your hand between your legs and get to work. As you're about to climax Daryl walks in, you swiftly remove your fingers and meet his gaze. He gives you a skeptical look and notices your flushed face, unable to pinpoint the cause.

“So did you find a way out?” You mustered the best neutral voice you can.

He only glanced at you for a response before identifying the elephant in the room, “What’s got yer face all fucked?”

You murmur a quiet “nothing” before hastily standing up and attempting to tug your jeans back on.

His hand stops yours and he meets your eyes, “yer bit?”

“N-no.” You can't help but stutter at the closing gap between you, and the soaking shame between your legs.

Daryl pins you down with one hand and starts scanning you. You stop resisting and let yourself go limp, letting your pants rest slightly above your knees. Starting at your collar bones he makes his way to your stomach, feeling it for the cause of your strange behavior. He finally gets on his knees to check your thighs. He gazes at you with a smug look.

“Well, how bout that..” He chuckles to himself, a trail of slick connect y’all together.

He places two fingers against your clothed core, mockingly checking for an injury. You let your knees buckle, thighs closing against his wrist.

“d-daryl..?” you whisper.

He shushes you in response.

His fingers slip through the sides of your underwear and rub at your entrance. He lets one finger inside and slowly pumps before pulling out. You're left in a mess of whimpers and moans, attempting to roll your hips back on his fingers. He clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“Nuh-uh girl. Tell me what you want.” Daryl breathes from between your legs, the sight could kill a girl.

“I want you.” You moan as your fingers tangle into his jet-black hair.

You allow him to slip your pants completely off your legs along with your panties. He returns to his original position, centering himself between your thighs. He begins to lick around you, and suck on all of the right places. Biting your lip in the struggle to keep a loud sultry moan, you fail. The sexual noise brings a few walkers pounding on the sealed door next to you, creaking with pressure.

Daryl releases himself momentarily and snaps at you, “better-shut yer mouth before yer get us killed.”.

His knuckles clench back into your plush thighs as he gets back to work, circling your pearl gently with his tongue. You can feel a heavy knot start to build inside as he inserts a finger in you. It curls inside your gummy walls.

“Hh-hhnn...” you let out a moan muffled by your palm.

“Whas that girl?” He groans from a filled mouth.

“I-I’m so close.” You whimper behind clenched teeth.

“Let it all out for me bunny,” Daryl inserts another finger and curls it, hitting that spot. “Yeah, that's it, baby...”

You feel yourself tighten before falling into bliss. Daryl pumps you through the high and licks your cunt clean of leftover juices. Your knees wobble as he pulls your underwear and jeans back up and buttons them. He takes a stand.

“It's not so hard to be a good girl,” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “Not so hard at all... Keeping yourself contained while walkers pound so close to you. So good.”

He leans you into him as he leads you up the fire escape...

[bitchlessdino]

I know it's not his birthday anymore but it's still pretty close and i don't really need it to be his birthday for me to dump this idea on you but excitedly running up to chan when he comes home on his birthday and telling him to close his eyes and hold out his hands bc you're about to hand him his present. And instead of a present you just walk into his arms and then he goes "i thought you had an actual present" and then you go "why don't you unwrap me then" and then he just starts slowly unbuttoning your shirt (which he slowly realizes it to be his) and then underneath is this lace lingerie that you just KNOW he's been eying the other day you were both out shopping and then he goes absolutely feral

And now i just want to take this time to say how much i absolutely adore your work. I actually request quite a lot from you but im shy so i had in anon haha i just have so many ideas and you execute them so well, im sorry if I've been dumping a lot of ideas on you 🥺

Pairing: bf!chan x afab!reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 1.4k+

tags: reader with boobs, face sitting, lingerie, dumbification

author note: Happy chan day and happy valentines day! since i finished this basically on 2/14 i made it a joint celebration wanted to show something a little different from my recent chan bday fic. Hope you don't mind me fixing a little details. and thank you for enjoying my work, seeing so many of you guys request stuff is so exciting and i love to see what can come up with.

You sped up getting ready when you heard Chan would be home soon. He was working abroad on his birthday and wouldn’t be back until two days after and by then you’d be closer to Valentine's day. Were you disappointed about it? Yes. Were you going to let it get it down? No. That just meant you had to get creative this joint celebration.

“I’m here! I’m here! Where is my gif–I mean love? Where is the love of my life?”

He haphazardly drops his things by the door to rush into the living room, a big smile on his face, and sees that you’re nowhere in sight.

“Close your eyes! And put your hands out!” You shout from another room.

You dust yourself off and ensure your shirt covers every inch of skin on your body, besides your legs that was. You peek out of your bedroom after hearing he’s done as you asked, and you run into his arms excitedly, grinning from cheek to cheek. You push the wind out of his lungs, almost crushing his ribcage (as he jokes), and he opens his eyes to see you embracing him.

“Happy birthday and Happy Valentine’s day,” You press a kiss to his cheeks and he gladly accepts.

“Thank you, baby, um–so…?” He scans his surroundings; no gift box, no bag, nothing tied in a pretty ribbon, and a puzzled look appears on his face. “Where…?” 

“Chan, I’m your gift,” you state adamantly.

His eyes shot up in realization, before hugging you tighter. He places a kiss on top of your forehead, stroking your back side endearingly, “Oh. I love it. I love you…It’s just—”

“Just what?” You egg on.

He nervously bites his lip, smoothing a hand over your hair. “I thought there’d be an actual gift—not that I don’t love and appreciate you.”

You roll your eyes in response, “Well, why don’t you unwrap me then?”

He raises a brow, not thinking much of your lack of anger initially, and starts to peel away the clothes on your body. Button by button, he begins to reveal what’s underneath your blouse, and his gaze shifts tone. Not even halfway, he notices the fabric. The texture, the thickness, the scent; it was all so familiar, “Wait, is this mine?”

You hum a confirmation and watches as he comes to gradual realization. He peaks at the sapphire blue lacy piece you wore, immediately recognizing it from the shopping day he had with you before his big work trip. It was the exact hue of blue he loved and he imagined how exquisite is look again your skin, cradling your breasts, and digs into your hips. It was mouth watering just thinking about. 

He insisted on getting it for you, noticing you had your eye on it too, but you couldn’t let him. Price tag not far from sight, you expressed how expensive it would be and could not allow him to pay so much money for so little material like that. Although it was pretty, you admitted, you much rather using the money for something more useful. 

Chan was initially disappointed but did push the topic, but now seeing the image in person, he can’t help but be awestruck. It was was made for your body. The collar of the shirt slips past your shoulders and falls to the ground, giving him a clear view. It took him too long to notice your lack of pants and he simply let out a low groan, palming the bulge in his pants, “Shit…You’re breathtaking…”

“Is it how you imagined?” You whisper, fingering at his shirt.

His hands settle on your bare hips, grazing his digits over your skin and sending shivers up your spine. “This is way better than I imagined. You–I’m so–I could’ve bought this.”

“But then you would’ve ruined the surprise.”

“Couldn’t have that, could we?” he chuckles.

His finger traces over your jaw, picking you up by your chin and pressing a tender kiss to your lips. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

“You’re just saying that because you wanna get in my pants,” you lightheartedly nudge.

“Maybe, or,” He lifts you up from the back of your knees, carrying you bridal style, but not without a yelp from your end, “I’m just that madly in love with you.”

“You didn’t like my gift thinking it was just me.” you point out playfully.

He shakes his head, “not true but now I can’t imagine an even better gift and let me prove it to you.”

He answers it no better by throwing your lace-adorn body against the fresh sheet, hands and lips worshiping every limb with utter passion and grit. You moan sweet pleasantries, undressing him down to his birthday suit, and feel the form of his cock fill the occupancy of your hands. A throaty moan makes past your lips and you lean into his touch. “God, I missed you.”

“Are you talking to me or my penis?”

“You are one and the same, baby.”

He can’t help but chuckle, reuniting with your lips. “Good because I’m all yours, forever and always.”

“You’re so sappy,” you nudge.

“Okay then, sit on my face.”

Your legs twitch, your heart thudding against your chest, and you nod in a trance-like state before watching him shift on the bed and lay flat on his back. He anticipates your presence, learning something new about his presence as you hover your cunt over his mouth, realizing he had the best view in the house. “Can’t be more grateful these are crotchless.”

“S-shush,” you retort, hands palm down at your vulnerables.

“You’re so cute, and I can already tell you’re so wet for me.” He tugs you by your thighs and latches to your core, collecting your folds.

His mouth engorges on your heat, tongue licking stripes at its center as your teeth grazes your clit. Your hands dig at the bed sheets, earning Chan a groan as you run your fingers through his hair. His pretty eyes pierce back at you, dark and determined, and you feel that tongue thrust into you, flicking its length to coat the pick muscle in your viscous liquid enticingly.

“Shit, shit, shit…Your mouth feels so good on my pussy…”

You twitch on top of him, only encouraging him to grip you tighter. His head nods back into you, a mixture of his drool and your moisture collectively pooling over his chin and neck. You feel him chuckling inside you, enjoying his meal wholeheartedly, and your voice aching in euphoria, making it become the show to his dinner.

“Cha—baby—Mmh, fuck, I’m drooling,” you wipe away the mess from your mouth before kneading your lace-cladded breasts, nipples erect and tender from the texture and sensation of the fabric on your chest and the tongue between your legs.

You find a smooth rhythm, moaning sweet pleasantries as you lose all sense of your surroundings, only staring back at Chan’s eyes that said all they needed to without words. His open-mouth kiss to the center of your core, followed by his focused suckle of your angry bud sent you butterflies in your tongue, your squeal letting him know just the type of effect he had on you.

He pulls away a moment for air, taking heavy pants, still admiring how the lingerie still looked delectable on you and thinking how it makes his head spin. “This is the best view ever.”

“Y-you—oh…shit…”

“Can’t think when I’m eating you out, can you?”

“I—Mmh, haa, ha…pussy g-good.”

Chan takes his time with you, interrupting every one of your rebuttals with effective distraction and you end up forgetting whatever it is you’re poking him about, lost in the climax that is close to taking place the longer Chan indulges in the magic between your legs.

“C-cumming, Chan, I’m—“ You moan sounds that imitate nothing like a human, desperation in your throat at you suffocate the man beneath, but feeling your harsh control raise no effect on the urgency in your boyfriend’s tongue, lapping you away like a starved man.

You set free of the tension inside, shaking uncontrollably, feeling only more stimulation as Chan enjoys the last bit of your pearly sweet cum. It dances on his tongue like cream, and he takes advantage of your weak state with slow languid thrusts, savoring your presence. You collapse on your side, exhaustion taking over almost immediately as you shut your eyes from the room light.

“I’m, wow. I…really missed that.” You can’t help but weakly laugh.

“Good to hear because I’m certainly not done with my present just yet.”

[sat0sugu-angst]

Katsuki Is Only Soft For You

pairing: bf!bkg x gn!reader

a/n: bc ive been doing a lot of jjk content and i just can't seem to get enough of him even through all my writer's block 😩

cw: fluff, mild pda, possessive bkg, light thwap on the 🍑 but its barely sexual, katsuki is a meanie bc ofc he is

characters aged up +22

MDNI

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He loves when you're needy, because then he gets to give you lovin while grumbling about it and hiding the fact that he loves how you feel pressed against his body. But when he wants attention, because man's can never just ask smh, he becomes purposefully annoying. And he's really good at it

I just know he likes pushing your buttons and getting you all mad 🙄

Katsuki is a cuddle bug. I know I've already said it but cuddling is usually his solution for small arguments when all that's left for him to do is apologize.

katsuki is not good at saying sorry but cuddles are the best way for him to show you.

If you're tense he's going to grumble at you like "what the hell is stressing you out." you might interpret it as him thinking you have nothing to be stressed about but he wants to know what it is so he can help you, either by giving advice or just rubbing your sore muscles and letting you vent.

He'll yell at your for getting sick, but do it as he's making you food "so you can get better faster." He'll have figured out what your favorite sick food is and make it for you until you're better. Will be extra soft on you because he's actually weak when it comes to you and he hates when you don't feel well.

Normally when you're on the couch together, he's sitting on the opposite side doing something on his phone. And it's not in a get away from me kind of way, it's just because he likes his space but that doesn't mean he doesn't like when you crawl over and lay against him or ask for kisses

He likes a little pda, though. If you both are at a friend's house and everyone's piled on the couch, he'll pull you into his lap. And he doesn't let you leave without pinching your hips when you pull away from him, or lightly tapping your ass (but it's all in good fun hehe)

His favorite part of the day is when you are both getting into bed and catching up on each other's day. Even if you don't spend a lot of time together (he is a pro hero after all) he loves that he gets to come home to hear what happened to you that day.

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Tysm for reading!! Haven't been doing a lot of writing but I had this guy sitting in my drafts so I touched it up a bit so I wouldn't leave yall hanging too long 💕

Masterlist

[illicitlimerence-writes]

set up | g. russell

pairing: george russel x driver!reader word count: 2.4k words. request: yes/no by two anons: "ok, i find george russell a bit annoying sometimes. could you write something where driver!reader thinks george is annoying and "hates" him but she actually likes him and he teases her a lot about it?" & "hey i really enjoy your work. could i get an angst with george on prompt #31 “look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said.” thanks!" i decided to combine these two bc i already had this fic prepared so i just added a few things<;3 prompt: blind date/set up by friends from this prompt list. & angst 31: "look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said." from this prompt list. warnings: mentions of a car crash (not too detailed), (kinda) mean!george and mean!reader but not really. uhh again, it gets suggestive in the end. a/n: here's day 3. i'm not totally convinced about this fic, but that's just the impostor syndrome. just like my xmas fics, PLEASE DON'T SEND REQUESTS FROM THE VALENTINE'S PROMPT LIST. i'll tag all the fics as illicitvalentine's so it's easier to keep track of them.

my masterlist / valentine's day masterlist

"what the fuck is he doing?!” you yell, pressing the radio button on the steering wheel. “is he fucking blind or what?” you grunt, flipping him off as he finally moves to the side and obeys the blue flags shown to him. “it’s always george fucking russell,”

“keep focus, (y/n), we’ve still got to catch up to the others,” you hear your race engineer in your ear.

“copy,” you see the next car in front of you, and taking advantage of the long, wide straight ahead of you, you move to the side and pass him quickly.

you find yourself in a four-way battle for third place, and suddenly the whole race gets exciting.

“watch your tires,” your engineer reminds you. the two cars in front of you get a little too close, nearly touching. one of them sends the other to the run-off area and you take the opportunity to speed up and catch the remaining car ahead, watching out for the one still behind you. "you’ve got it. come on," the voice encourages you.

you’re so close, there’s just enough laps to pass the car in front and secure a podium.

“safety car, safety car,” you decrease your speed.

“what happened?” you ask, fearing that you might not get enough time to end the race on a high note.

“russell crashed, safety car deployed.”

you can’t help but raise an eyebrow, letting out a humorless chuckle. you press the radio button again, speaking without giving a second thought.

“serves him right,” you try to come off not like an asshole. not that you care about him, but you’re a firm believer in karma. so, after a few seconds of silence, you ask, “is he alright?”

“he’s out of the car, careful at turn 13, that’s where the crash happened,” he informs you.

“nasty crash. good thing he’s okay,” your stomach sinks at the thought that something worse could’ve happened.

-

“again?! what the fuck is this guy’s problem?!” it’s a week after that incident, and you find yourself back in the same position you were in last week.

“ignore him, (y/n). he’s moving aside,” your engineer says, you nod inside your helmet.

you reach a curve, you turn the car carefully until you’re sliding to the left, losing control of the car.

“are you okay?” your engineer asks as you stop the car. you lift your head a little, finding the last person you wanted to see getting out of his car. the car that crashed into you.

“i’m fine,” you’re quick to turn off the car and get out of it. “what the fuck was that? are you fucking stupid?”

“you turned into me! what the fuck was i supposed to do?” he yells, taking off his helmet once you’re close to him.

“blue flag. you ignored the blue fucking flags until the last second, and when you finally get out of my way, you’re literally so stupid that you have no control of your car at all.” you let your helmet fall to the gravel beneath you, shoving him back before walking away. too furious to even wait for the medical car to pick you up.

you reach your garage, apologizing as you shove your way into the motorhome, refusing to speak to anyone. you change out of your racing suit once you’re in your room, walking down the stairs, you find your p.r. team.

“you’re needed in the media pen,” they inform you. you shake your head.

“not right now. he’ll be there, too, and i don’t think i’ll be able to stop myself from punching that idiot. i’ll go find lily, call me if something comes up.”

with that, you leave your team’s motorhome, strolling through the paddock with your phone in hand. texting your friend, lily and asking her to meet you outside the red bull hospitality. after a few seconds, both lily and her boyfriend, alex, walk out and greet you.

“listen, i know he’s your best friend and all, but that was all his fault,” you tell alex, hearing him chuckling at your words. you hug lily, squeezing her tight as she comforts you.

“if it helps, you were doing amazing out there,” lily says once you let go of her.

“i can’t wait for next year, now that he’ll have an actual competitive car, i’ll have more chances for payback.” you rant, “sorry,” you tell alex, taking into consideration that he will replace george in that car. he only rolls his eyes.

“albono, nice to see you here,” you flinch, a shiver runs down your back as you hear that damned voice. “lily, pleasure as always,” he leans in and kisses lily’s cheek, she throws you a sorry smile. “bitch,” he mumbles.

“asshole,” you mutter. he moves until he’s standing next to you, and he throws an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to his sweaty torso.

“get away from me, you stink,” you complain, grabbing his arm and punching his side lightly.

“aww, come on, we both know that under all that tough facade you actually like me,” he teases, tapping his finger against your nose twice.

“in your dreams, dumbass,” you smack his hand away, hoping no one noticed your sharp intake of breath. “why don’t you leave? don’t you have someone else to bother, squidward?” you raise an eyebrow, watching the way his jaw tightens as you call him by the nickname you’re very aware he hates.

“shut up.” he says as he slides his arm back in place. “i’m just having a little chat with three of my friends,”

“i’m not your friend. you know what? i’m leaving, i think your level of stupidity is starting to affect me,” you say as you remove his arm from around you. totally not trailing your fingers down the length of it in the process. “i’ll talk to you later,” you turn to lily and alex, who smile sheepishly at you. “you, go fuck yourself,” you tell george, kicking his shin for good measure.

after talking with george for a bit, lily and alex went back inside the red bull motorhome, and they both had an idea in mind.

-

“why are you so obsessed with me getting a boyfriend?” you ask lily. for the past two months, she’s been telling you non-stop about creating a profile on a dating app. “i’m fine. besides, i don’t have time for a relationship right now. my priority is my career.”

“okay, i get it. but wouldn’t it be great if you got to share and experience all of it with someone?”

“i have luna,” you say, petting the fluffy fur of your dog, who sits next to your chair in the cafe you’re in.

“she’s a dog,” lily points out.

“obviously. that’s all the support i need. no matter how my day goes, she’s the only one who’s there for me.”

“that’s cute. now, imagine that, but with an actual person, it’d be a hundred times better,”

“listen, i appreciate the advice and the effort, but i’m good. honestly. plus, how do you think it’ll look on social media? you’re swiping through tinder and suddenly you see an f1 driver?” you raise an eyebrow.

“fine, then at least let me set you up with someone,” she says and you stay quiet for a few seconds.

“that’s even worse.” you point out.

“come on! please? just one date, i know just the guy. he’s a friend of alex, cute, charming, and is great for some back and forth banter, which i know you love,” that was true. “i think you’ll really like him,” she finishes as she finishes her drink.

“you’re not letting me leave without agreeing to this, right?” you ask, falling back against your chair, scratching luna between her ears.

“nope,”

-

‘can’t u at least tell me what he looks like????’

‘no.’

‘then how will i know if it’s him?’

‘you’ll know. don’t worry.’

‘wtf is that supposed to mean?’

‘gotta go, alex just got here. bye. have fun, x’

you roll your eyes, nails tapping against the glass of water, now half empty as you keep drinking small sips as you wait for your date to arrive. your eyes fly around the room, seeing all the happy couples. of course, the date had to be on valentine’s day.

you gag a little as you see a couple touching in a way that was way too inappropriate for a public place. you check your phone instead, it’s five minutes past the agreed time. you move on to check the menu, thinking about what you’d like to order. your mouth waters as you read the description of each item.

a buzzing coming from your phone catches your attention.

‘he’s there!’

you lift your head, looking around, your eyes scan the room, and you feel your heart dropping down to your stomach as you see a familiar figure standing in the center of the room, looking as lost as you. he moves, and you drop your gaze to avoid his, hoping he didn’t see you.

“well, well, who do we have here?” you hear his voice as you raise your head. “alone on valentine’s?” he fakes a pout, standing behind the empty chair in front of you.

“i’m waiting for my date, idiot. and what about you?” you raise an eyebrow.

“same.”

“and what poor soul did you have to bribe to agree to go out with you?” you smirked, hoping that he didn’t notice the way your grip tightened around the glass of water.

“ha-ha. very funny. i’m meeting one of lily’s friends, for your information. she didn’t mention it?” he smirked, his eyes scanning your face for any signs of discomfort.

“we have more important things to talk about than you.” you frown, and your mind can’t help but think why lily didn’t tell you anything. “now leave, or you’ll scare my date away,” you shoo him with a hand.

“and who’s the lucky guy?” he asks, his mouth opening as he smiles.

“i don’t know. a friend of alex.” you look up at him, not missing the way his eyes narrowed, the smile falling from his face.

“who?”

“i don’t know. lily just said that- oh, my god,” you cover your face with your hands. “stupid. it’s you,” you look at him, shaking your head.

“oh,”

“yeah. i’m leaving,” you grab your phone and purse, standing up. “don’t know why they thought this would be funny, but-” you mutter, rolling your eyes as you open your clutch, when a hand rests on top of yours, stopping you.

“stop. let’s… i don’t know. i’m here, you’re here. why don’t we-” he doesn’t finish, only shrugs his shoulder in hopes that you’ll understand what he’s trying to say.

“what? you want to have a date with me?” you raise an eyebrow, ignoring the thumping in your heart.

“i mean… why not?” he lets go of your hand, “we both know that deep down you’re head over heels for me,”

“idiot,” you say, placing your purse on the table.

“you’re not denying it,” he points out.

“yeah, sure. whatever floats your boat, squidward,” the nickname rolls off your tongue easily as you sit back down, george echoes your action.

“why do you always call me that? do you know how embarrassing it is?” he asks as he grabs the menu and his eyes flicker between you and the words he is reading.

“so alex never told you where it comes from?” you ask, slightly surprised that the two friends never discussed it.

“i know it’s from sponge bob, obviously,”

“handsome squidward,” you say and look up at the waiter, ordering your food and a new drink. he takes both of your orders and leaves. “when we first met, i thought you reminded me of someone… turns out it was handsome squidward,” you tap on your phone, googling a picture and showing it to him. “the resemblance is uncanny,” you smirk.

“bloody hell,” he says, inspecting the picture. you expect him to get mad at you, get up and leave, but he starts laughing. “yeah, i see it,” he admitted.

“told you,” you put your phone down, looking up at him. “is that why you hate me?” you ask, taking a sip of the red wine you ordered.

“i don’t hate you. you’re annoying sometimes, but nobody’s perfect.” you swear your eyes will get stuck from rolling them so much. “besides, i haven’t treated you the best either, so,”

“yeah, like ignoring the blue flags every time i’m lapping you, or crashing into me out of pettiness,” you narrow your eyes at him. even though two months had passed now, it still stung just like that first day.

“it’s called strategy, darling,” he winks at you, and you can’t bite back a smile.

“whatever. let’s not talk about work anymore. this is supposed to be a date,” you change the topic, totally not because you were two seconds away from punching that grin off his face. “and let me tell you… you’ve not had such a great start so far.” it’s your turn to smirk now.

“what does that mean?” he asks.

“you got here late. didn’t offer to take off my coat or help with my chair. want me to keep going?” you list, watching the way his eyes opened in bewilderment. “if this is how you treat your dates i don’t want to think about how things go in the bedroom,” you thought out loud

woah. where did that come from?

“i beg your pardon?”

oh shit. keep going, can’t turn back now.

“you heard me,” you hide behind the glass of wine.

“look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said.” he doesn’t ask, doesn’t hesitate.

“i said…” you gulp, suddenly feeling light goosebumps on the back of your head as he gazes at you. “if this is how you treat your dates…" you continue, setting the delicate glass down. you straighten your back, unintentionally pushing your chest up. you only noticed when his eyes traveled down, following the chain of the necklace resting between your breasts. "i don't want to know how things go in the bedroom."

he stays silent for a few seconds, eyes never leaving you. your face, your figure. he examines you, notices the way you’re breathing hard, trying to not look bothered by his stare.

“i’ll show you,” he says.

“what?” you ask, stopping the frown that wants to settle between your brows.

“i’ll show you how i treat my dates. i always want to leave a good impression.” he says, and he slides his hand across the table, until he touches your fingers with his. “let me show you what i can do, here…” his hand grabs yours, turning it so your palm is facing up, “and later…” his fingers trail your hand.

“later… where?” you whisper, watching the mischievous smirk that slowly curls up in his face.

“you know where,” he says and your breath hitches. you try not to think too much about it, letting yourself trust your instincts, your desires.

“okay,” you finally whisper. “you have one chance,”

“that’s all i need.”

you were in for an exciting night.

[littlelioncub43]

Hmm if it’s murderer Monday than I can indulge my utter love of sub!Ransom! There is just something about this powerful man being so weak for you and wanting to be your good boy that is delicious! We’ve seen what happens when he doesn’t call to tell you he’s late. What would happen if he saw someone hitting on you and ends up throwing a fit bc he’s jealous?

YESSSSS!!! Sub!Ransom is an absolute favorite of mine. He has the face and attitude of a brat. Let's unpack this shall we? 😈

Summary: Ransom blows an important deal you were about to make. He needs a punishment... and a little reassuring.

Pairing: Sub!Ransom Drysdale x Dom!Female!Reader

Word Count: I dont know, I wrote this on my phone

Warnings: sub!Ransom, dom!reader, D/s dynamics, jealous Ransom, possessive sex, marking kink, leg humping as punishment, needy sex, slight hints at Ransom developing a breeding kink, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, and ummmm grammatical errors.

A/N: this became far longer than a drabble! But its fine. I'm thinking of starting a library blog so I dont have to do a taglist anymore. Hehe anyway! Let me know what you guys think about sub!Ransom!

You were furious. Absolutely fuming.

If it were humanly possible for flames to be coming out of your ears, you were certain you'd be steaming right now. You were in the middle of setting up a meeting with a new interior designer for one of the properties you're listing, when Ransom cut in, told the guy to fuck off, and dragged you out of the restaurant by your arm.

The drive home was deadly silent, your anger rolling off you in steady waves. It made Ransom nervous but, Hell, he was pissed too. Seeing that slimy interior designer practically throwing himself at you on what was supposed to be your date night was enough to have him seeing red.

The car isn't even in park when you hop out and slam the door, stomping off into the house. Ransom follows close behind you, watching your ass jiggle in your sparkly minidress as you lead him to the bedroom. The moment the door is shut and locked behind him, you're firmly pressing him into it.

"You're going to tell me exactly what the fuck that was back there, and you're going to tell me the God Damn truth, do you understand me?" Your voice was calm, but your words were charged with a type of fury that Ransom has come to fear. He looks down at you, he sees the rage boiling in your eyes but he can also see your patience barely holding on.

"I..." he starts, wetting his lips and gulping as you hold his gaze, your stern expression suddenly triggers his own anger again. "That asshole was practically humping your leg, on our date, and you were fucking letting him!"

You look up at him in shock as he pushes past you. The gears in your head turn for a while, and then you smile at him, cunning and wicked, as if you know one of his dirty secrets.

"Oh, Sweet Angel.... you're jealous." You speak smugly. Your suspicions are confirmed when his cheeks burn ever so slightly, making you grin even more. You close the gap between the two of you in calculated steps, a hand on his chest leads him back towards the bed, stopping at the foot of the bed.

"You thought I was gonna let someone else take your place? Hm?" You taunt softly as your hands begin to pop the buttons of his button down shirt open. You stop then you have the first three buttons undone. "Answer me, Angel." You demand and pull his collar firmly.

"Y-Yes..." he stutters out quietly, he hated admitting it. He was Ransom fucking Drysdale for Christ's sake, why the fuck would he be jealous?! But here he was, feeling the gnawing pit of self doubt and jealousy fill his chest. At his admission, your hands release their grip on his collar, smoothing out the wrinkles and massaging his chest through the light blue fabric.

"Aw, Sweet Boy," you cooed softly to him, the noise naturally soothing him, his face dipping down towards yours, "no one's gonna replace you," you purr and give him a gentle kiss. He whimpers into your mouth when you suddenly nip at his plump bottom lip. "I'm still going to have to punish you for that, you know that right?"

He swallows the lump of excitement that comes from the commanding tone of your voice, it contrasted so much to the gentleness of it a mere second ago. He nods reluctantly, his cock already straining against the confines of his dress pants. You smirk and take a step back from him. "Strip."

He does as you say immediately, and soon he stands in front of you completely naked, his hard cock standing at full attention under your heated gaze. You lick your lips hungrily at the sight of his heavy cock, the red tip leaking beads of pearly precum. As badly as you wanted a taste, he needed a punishment first.

"Kneel for me, Ransom," you say coolly. His jaw ticks at that, he may be submissive but sometimes he fucking hates being reminded of it. "Now."

At that, he finally drops to his knees, looking up at you with defiance written all over his face. It makes you want to laugh, but you know that laughing at him right now would only hurt him, not punish him, so you keep it to yourself. A hand naturally comes to play with his hair, massaging his scalp softly. He leans into the loving touch with his eyes shut and purrs.

"Now... I believe you said something about humping my leg..." your words has his eyes snapping open. You cut off his protests with a sharp tug of his hair, your bare leg now between his knees, all ready for him. "Go on."

He curses under his breath, scooting forward until your high heeled foot was positioned correctly. He glanced up at you with unsure eyes, but the calm, steadiness he found in your expression soothed him a little. Gently gipping your lotioned leg in his large hands, he shyly brings the weeping tip of his cock to your shin. The contact makes him wanna grunt but he bites his lip. "None of that. I wanna hear you, Ran."

He sighs but does as you want, his mouth falling open as he finds a slow rhythm, grinding his erection into the unbearably soft skin of your leg. "Oh, my god..."

"You like that, Ran?" You ask and pet his head as he rests it against your thigh. He nods, his face burning with shame as he humps your leg a little faster. "That's it, that's a good boy," your praise goes straight to his cock, ropes of precum now shooting across your skin.

"A-ah! Fuck!" He whimpers and speeds up a little more.

"Look at me, Sweet Boy," you coo and he immediately looks up at you, your hand cradling the back of his head, "no one's taking your place," he moans happily at your words, "I'm yours just as much as you're mine, do you understand me?"

"Yes! Holy fuck!" He moans loudly and began to rut against you eagerly. The look on his face was enough to have your slick leaking down your inner thighs; his eyes screwed shut to focus on the pleasure coursing through his veins, the apples of his cheeks were a hot pink both with shame and indescribable euphoria, his lips were plump and wet with drool.

"Do you wanna cum, Sweet Boy?" You asked, but you already knew the answer, you just wanted to hear it.

"Yes! Please! I wanna cum, baby, please!" He begged freely, his eyes opening again to plead with you.

"Where?" You ask and pull his hair, relishing in the way it makes his hips stutter.

"I-Inside you, wanna cum inside you, please, oh god, please!"

"Then apologize," you yank his hair even harder, pulling a wavering moan from the back of his throat.

Thats all the approval he needs to set a bruising pace, his cock driving deeper and deeper into you with each desperate thrust. Ransom feels the aching need to cum build in his lower gut, his balls heavy with cum just waiting to fill you up. Clinging to you, he chases his high, the tight heat of your pussy sending him straight to heaven. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, hiding from the world as he loses himself in you completely.

"I'm sorry! M'sorry I was rude, m'sorry I yelled, m'sorry—" your lips crashing against his interrupted his frantic apologies, your hands pulling him closer as his own hands tear your dress over your head and ruined panties down your legs. You lay out on your back as he settles over you like second nature. You guide him to your weeping entrance and he pierces you with one swift thrust. "A-Aaaah haaaah!"

You moan into his open mouth with him, his whole body shaking as he waits impatiently for the go ahead. "Make yourself cum, Ransom, I wanna feel it..."

"I'm gonna cum, m'gonna cum, gonna cum!" He moans over and over in your ear, his voice oddly whiny and raspy despite its low timbre. Your own high creeps up on you, feeling him take what he wants always did that to you; it left you feeling wrecked in the best possibly way, knowing that Ransom craved you in such primal, feral ways that he could never get enough.

"Fill me up, Ransom, show him who I belong to, baby, be my good boy" you taunt breathlessly in his ear. The challenge in your voice, the mention of the man who caused of all this, and your encouragement triggers something inside of him. He pins you down, his grip bruising, and bites your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. You shriek his name at the pain of his bite as it sends you head first into your orgasm.

The tightness becomes too much for Ransom to bear and he spills into you with a choked scream of your name. His head tossed back as he arches into you, forcing himself as deep as he could possibly be inside you. He shakes as he empties his seed into your waiting cunt, each rope painting your walls in his creamy spend. Shivers run through his body as he milks you both dry, your walls pulsing around him in time with your rapid heartbeat. He collapses on top of you, his heavy breathing synched up perfectly with yours.

"You're mine, you're mine, all fucking mine," he mutters breathlessly as he peppers kisses all over the damp skin of your neck and chest. You hum and wrap your arms around his shoulders, cradling his head to your chest as you let him stake his claim over you.

"Yes, Angel, I'm all yours... just like you're mine."

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Dividers made by the lovely @firefly-graphics 💖

[sailorwritesstuff]

Bruno leaving his pregnant S/o behind.

+ a little bit of Mirabel fluff.

Okay so you guys found out you were pregnant not by taking like a pregnancy test or anything but the family is getting ready for breakfast and you are the last two come downstairs and 12-year-old Dolores goes "does anyone hear that?"

of course everyone's confused bc nobody knows what she's talking about and then she keeps talking

"Dolores what are you talking about?" and Dolores frowns and looks at Pepa "mamá It's an extra heartbeat It's so quiet." She took her head while pepa and Felix Just look at her puzzled.

You finally come downstairs to join everybody and little Dolores grabs your wrist and tugs you towards her.

And then she places her ear on your still flat tummy.

"its coming from you."

everyone else at the table is like freaking out except for The youngest three who are literally 4,5, and 9.

Bruno, who's frozen in his chair staring at Dolores like she grew an extra head

And you. who just came downstairs has no idea what Dolores is talking about. You laugh nervously at her and part her head. "what are you talking about, amor?"

"there's an extra heartbeat in you" you make eye contact with Bruno (and he blushes because he's Bruno)

"Oh-"

Julieta insist on a party because honestly no one really thought Bruno was going to have kids.

It's relatively small due to Not a lot of people in town liking him but everyone's really too happy to care.

for a few months everything was perfect every morning when he would wake up he would kiss your stomach and mutter "te amo pequeña mariposa" when he thought you were still sleeping.

he didn't let you do too much due to being paranoid. and anytime the two of you went anywhere he threw salt over his shoulder before entering the room.

seriously tho where does he keep the salt??

The only place he's not allowed to throw salt is in Julieta's the kitchen. his sister will smack him in the back of the head with the wooden spoon "suficiente con la sal!!"

he's constantly making sure you've eaten. and he insist that you wear one of his ponchos everywhere. "What if you get cold, Mi Girasol? or worse you catch a cold."

"you worry to much, miedoso." (scaredy cat)

he insist you wear socks to bed even if they're uncomfortable.

despite that he'll cuddle up with you and throw his arms around your body to hold you close at night.

he'll tell you both good night and sweet dreams.

The two of you discussed names and decided if you had a boy you would name him after Bruno's father Pedro with Alma's permission of course. And if she said no your backup option was Mateo.

and if it was a girl, Which Bruno seemed so sure it was, he decided Aurora, You didn't know where he got it from at all

but it means Dawn Which was the time of day he realized "oh shit I'm in love with them"

Him and Mirabel are so cute together

they both talk to the baby. Not the cute baby talk but they have genuine conversations with this baby. sometimes a kind of feels like you're interrupting.

One time in particular you went to take a nap on the couch and you wake up to Mirabel laying along your legs Her cheeks pressed against her now showing Belly and He finger laying next to your belly button just talking. " 'nd so Luisa said I couldn't beat her in a race and I said of course I can! so we raced and i lost." she huffed. "But I'll show her in a few weeks I'm going to get a really awesome gift. Maybe it'll be super speed. I wonder what kind of gift you'll get, Mariposa."

when you turn your head to the side there is you husband sitting next to the couch head pressed into the sofa arm drooling just a bit.

and then everything went wrong.

those few weeks did pass and Alma asked Bruno to look into Mira's future.

when you asked him how it went he got dodgy and didn't answer. Which was weird because He might have been anxious about things but he always made an effort to talk to you about it.

"everything is fine i promise." And he smiled at you. And you believed him. "go wish Mira good luck for me? I'll be down in just a minute."

And then the gifting ceremony happened and you watched as Mira touch the candle with both her little hands and wipe her nervousness on The top of her dress before reaching out to touch the door handle.

You couldn't really focus because your husband was nowhere to be seen

And when you finally refocused on your niece there was no door. and the crowd was silent.

and Mira looked confused to her Abuela, then to her mamá, and then to you.

when things finally settled down And all the flowers have been put away and all The townspeople had gone home you wonder back up to Bruno's Tower.

"Miedoso? Mi Amor? are you alright you didn't watch Mira's gifting-..."

but the room is empty.

You turn on your feet to go and ask anyone else if they had seen him.

"He isn't in his room? He said he was going to lay down a bit just earlier."

But he couldn't have. He said he'd be down in a minute and he never came. your brain insisted if he wasn't feeling well he would have told you.

and so the family searched for a bit. No luck.

and in the morning Felix and Luisa searched again.

Dolores avoided you like the plague. and Mirabel clung to you more than ever.

that night for the first time the baby kicked.

and he wasn't there.

of course what you didn't know is he kept an eye on you. through little cracks in the wall

he listens to you when you talk at dinner and sat in the walls when you sang to his little mariposa

So far but so out of reach.

He would leave little gifts around for you to find. And you just thought it was Casita being nice.

I mean it was a magic house

You give birth with Julieta in the room holding your hand.

You had a daughter. Aurora.

Aurora Mariposa Madrigal you were just a little happier

but Bruno cried for days because he couldn't be there.

he watched in silent distress as you moved out of your room. and the door was boarded shut.

He listened as his name became a taboo subject.

But you told Aurora stories about him. the REAL him.

when he came back he was so awkward and in serious need of a shower and maybe a new poncho.

The three of you hugged and he tells you "i missed you amor."

And he looks at your daughter and says "You've gotten so big mariposa."

[crazycookiecrumbles]

A Very Stark Thanksgiving

A/N: IT’S A HOLIDAY SPECIAL, BITCHES

Okay. So this is in my Stark!ReaderVerse! Feedback, as awlays, extremely appreciated and desired. ​

TAG LIST NOTES:  I have no idea how to efficiently make a tag lists and am lazy as shit, so I would recommend post notifications just bc i’m, well,…tired lazy person

Pairings/Characters: Shang-Chi x Stark!Reader, mentions: Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Pepper Potts, Katy Chen, Xialing Xu, Steve Rogers, just about everyone.

Warnings: fluff/crack drabble? I don’t know how to categorize it. swears. 

Summary: It’s a Thanksgiving Holiday Special as Avengers and their families congregate at the new East Coast facility to share in the love, with a special surprise at the end.

WC: 4,891

“No,” you sighed, rubbing the temples on your forehead “No. Just, no.”

“Please?” you heard Morgan’s voice over the phone and it made you want to fall out of your chair in guilt. “Please?”

“Morgan, that’s not fair.”

“Well, duh,” Morgan answered. “But if you come over for Thanksgiving, we can be together. Don’t you want to be together?”

You gritted your teeth, “I hate you so much you demon little child.”

You could hear Pepper snort over Morgan’s maniacal giggling, “So, you’re coming?”

“Yes,” you sighed dramatically. “Fine. Fine, I’ll be at the dumb compound for dumb Thanksgiving. I thought it was only going to be us at the house, by the way.”

“It was, at first,” Pepper began. “But with everything going on with everyone, I thought it would be nice to get everyone together.”

You sighed dramatically. Spinning around in your chair, you looked at the monitors to see Shangqi using the training facility in the new West Coast Avengers towers.  

“I guess I won’t have to skip tonight’s flight, then.”

“Good, good. And about Steve — “

“Does he have anyone he can even go to?” You asked, already regretting the question.

Pepper sighed, “I wanted to know how you felt about him being there before I asked Wednesday to just lock him in his room the entire time.”

You sighed heavily, “He’s stupid and I hate him. But, ugh, that’s just….that’s fucking depressing. Fine. I’ll allow his presence there.”

“That’s big of you, sweetheart. I’m proud. And Shangqi is still coming, right?” Pepper asked.

You watched Shangqi practicing against the dummy and sighed, “Yeah, yeah. He’s excited. He said he’s been training for Morgan’s robot dragon fights.”

“And we will be victorious for the land of Das’Morganthia,” Morgan chimed in quickly.

You blinked, “What the fuck did that child name her imaginary land?”

Pepper chuckled, “I don’t ask questions about her naming strategies. It changes by the day. Your car will be at the airport for you. I love you. We’ll see you tonight.”

You hung up the phone and leaned over to press the red button to activate the intercom system, “Hey Bus Boy.”

He groaned, “I hate that name!”

“But I love it,” you grinned. “Change of plans. Dinner’s at the compound.”

“Why?”

“Pepper thought after everything that’s been going on that we should all be together. Which is fair, and nice, I suppose. I tried to get us out of it.”

Shangqi hummed. He crossed his arms over his chest and glanced up at you through the observation window, “You want to avoid Steve, don’t you?”

You shifted in your seat, “I just don’t feel like hearing him say, ‘Here, doll, I buttered your roll just how you like it.’”

“Ew, babe.”

“Sorry.” You cleared your throat, “Do you want to skip?”

“No, no. It’ll be fine,” Shangqi said. “Besides, I still have to fight dragons with Morgan. I can’t miss that.”

You smiled softly, “Then go shower, Bus Boy. We’ve gotta head to the airport.”

~*~

When you two approached the compound, you could see the various vehicles parked outside and you knew you guys were some of the last to arrive. You felt fingers dancing on your arm before a hand slipped into yours, and you glanced over to see Shangqi smiling.

“It’s going to be fine. I doubt Steve’s going to try to win you over during the holiday.”

“You’d be surprised how stubborn and determined Steve is,” you remarked.

Shangqi snickered. Shaking his head, he brought your hand up to his mouth and kissed the top of it, “Well, something tells me it’ll be really special, regardless.”

You laughed, “It’s just Thanksgiving. Come on, let’s get inside. I’m on dessert duty.”

“I feel like you’re always on dessert duty.”

You shrugged, “No one can be trusted but me. They have no patience for the process, they just want to eat it all. The monsters. I ever tell you about my dad and brownies?”

Shangqi smiled brightly as he grabbed your lug from the car. You’d been more open recently, and he’d been falling more in love with you. You openly told him stories of the past, now, and even more about your dad, even a few about your mom. He was enjoying this.

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, let me regale you, handsome,” you said as you grabbed one of the bags and walked in with him. “One time, I made brownies for when the team came back from taking down a Hydra base. I didn’t go because I had a project I was working on that was time sensitive. Anyway, I’m asleep. They came back and I had left the tray on the kitchen counter. My dad took the entire tray away so no one else could have it and he stashed brownies all around the tower so he had a snack for the week.”

He laughed, “Wow, that’s excessive.”

“You’re telling me. Thor and Clint were rabid going around the tower trying to find them. They never did. He was so good at hiding snacks it’s insane.”

“I can’t blame him. I would do the same.”

“You did. You hid cupcakes. From Katy. On her birthday.”

Shangqi pursed his lips as you stared up at him waiting for a response. He shrugged his shoulders, “She understood. They were really good.”

“I’m surrounded by children,” you snorted and adjusted the bag strap on your shoulder as you two went to Shangqi’s room. While you were heading there, you heard a voice that made you stop in your tracks.

“Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Almighty Starkling gracing us with her presence. My, aren’t we all just so blessed?”

You turned around and saw Clint shutting a door behind him with a smirk on his face. He leaned against the wall as you dropped your bag on the floor and ran towards him. He groaned when you launched yourself at him, crushing him with a hug that made you hear several of his bones cracking.

“I missed you, you big dumb idiot,” you mumbled as you hugged him tightly. “You look good. Old, but good.”

His smile was lopsided as he tutted and returned your hug with just as much love, “I missed you too, kiddo. You look like shit, as per usual.”

“Oh, fuck off.” You laughed.

Clint laughed and ruffled your hair. He looked up to see Shangqi heading over to the two of you after setting the bags down. Offering a smile, Clint stuck his hand out, “Nice to see you again, Shangqi.”

“Yeah, likewise, man,” Shangqi shook his hand. “You know, without the panic that this one ran off to another country.”

“She does that,” Clint nodded. “You ever hear about those Earthquakes a couple years ago that shook the whole midwest?”

“Yeah.”

“Panic attack,” Clint nodded. “Oh, or that massive, massive avalanche in the Alps? Her.”

Shangqi’s eyes widened, “What?”

Clint nodded, “Yup. Someone threatened Tony and she destroyed that facility, and everything in a five mile radius. Come on. Let’s get a beer. I’ll tell you more about her running away by herself instead of facing her issues with people.”

You sighed and watched them walk away, “Men,” you muttered under your breath and grabbed the bags to drag to his room.

“Hey, look, man,” Shangqi whispered as they walked together. “I’m glad you’re here. I have something I wanted to ask you about —“

“I know,” Clint nodded. When Shangqi looked surprised, he shrugged, “I could tell by the way you were fidgeting you wanted to get away from Stark for a bit. You talk to Pepper about it?”

He nodded, then looked shocked, “Wait. How — “

“Spy,” Clint said easily, pointing to himself. “People are predictable. So, hit me with it, kid.”

~*~

After dropping your bags off and being rid of your best friend and your boyfriend, all on their accord, you decided to go straight to the kitchen to get started on the baking. On the way there, you felt yourself get grabbed around the waist and lifted into the air. You screeched and looked over your shoulder to see Bucky laughing at you.

“Wow, you didn’t see that coming, Stark?”

“I wasn’t listening like that,” you huffed. “Hi, Bucky.”

He grinned and gave you a hug, “Hey, Stark.”

You shook your head as you returned the hug, “When’d you get in?”

“Ah, came in with Barton. Bike’s in the garage looking like shit. Do you want to —“

“You know I’m not as good as dad with cars,” you said quickly.

He shrugged, “Help me then?”

“Later, I’ve got to get baking.”

“Fine,” He sighed dramatically and followed you to the kitchen. “No Katy? Thought she was coming.”

“She did, actually. Shangqi and I got her on the way in but she stayed in the city to do something. I don’t know. She said it was something personal to take care of. I didn’t pry.”

“Shocking,” Bucky remarked and leaned against the counter to watch you peer into the box of baking necessities you had sent to the compound. “What are you making?”

“Well, Sam’s bringing sweet potato pie and pumpkin pie, so thank god for Sam.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, “He’s just fine. Not that great.”

“You are such a child,” you admonished. “I’m making my mom’s cookies, some apple pies, cupcakes, brownies.”

“Jesus, Stark.”

“You should’ve seen the list of things I said no to,” you remarked. “Getting everything done tonight so I can rest all day tomorrow.”

“You mean micromanage everyone else doing the cooking.”

“I don’t — I don’t micromanage.”

“You’d micromanage how we eat your baked goods if you could,” Pepper remarked as she entered the kitchen with two giant bags and Morgan hot on her heels. “Actually, sometimes, you definitely do.”

Bucky took the bags from her, the two giving each other a kiss on the cheek in greeting as he set them on the island. When Bucky turned around he bent down and made a fist to bump against Morgan’s. Clutching her Bucky Bear, she gave him a fist bump before running around the counter to greet you. She waited for her mom to finish hugging you before she hugged your legs.

“And hello to you too, Morgan,” you bent down to hug her tightly. “Nice bear.”

“Thank you,” she grinned. “Where’s Shangqi?”

You laughed, “Why, you miss him?”

Morgan rolled her eyes, “Because he’s going to be my uncle, duh.”

You made a face, “Huh?”

Bucky and Pepper shared a look that you missed entirely, a look of panic and frenzy as Pepper bent down and placed her hand on Morgan’s shoulder.

“She just means that she’s considering giving him the title. You know, she’s still evaluating him,” Pepper lied.

You nodded, “That’s true. Hey, tell him he’s on probation but don’t tell him why. I think it’s funny.”

Morgan’s eyes lit up at the possibility of mischief, “Okay!”

You beamed, “Good. And later on when I start making brownies, why don’t you come join me? Brownies were dad’s favorite dessert I made.”

Morgan clutched the bear tightly to her chest, “Really?”

You nodded, “Yes. He liked chocolate even more than Pepper. Crazy, right?”

Morgan beamed. She nodded along and ran away to look for Shangqi. Pepper was chasing after her trying to get her coat from her. You glanced to Bucky who asked if you had needed anything before he split. You shook your head and sent him away.

“Wednesday,” you said aloud. “Play my music.”

~*~

“I think it’s really, really cheesy and kind of ridiculous, but I think she’ll be happy,” Clint said with a nod. “good for you.”

“Thanks. That means a lot coming from you. You know, after talking to Pepper she told me I should come talk to you, so — I mean, because, you know, her dad isn’t —“

Clint groaned, “Stop. You’re making me feel old. I get it. I’m her fake big brother, it’s fine.” Clint took a sip of beer and glanced around Shangqi, “Oh, speaking of older siblings. Hi there, Ms. Morgan.”

Morgan smiled shyly at Clint, “Hi, Legolas.” She turned her attention to Shangqi and climbed onto the sofa while Clint sat there quietly stewing over the nickname that was, apparently, never going to leave him. Shangqi outstretched his arms to hug Morgan, who wrapped hers tightly around his neck. “Hi Uncle Shangqi.”

Shangqi chuckled, “I’m Uncle now?”

“You’re on probation,” She said rather flatly. Shangqi looked surprised, but Pepper finally caught up to her speedy little girl.

“Y/N told her to say that,” Pepper explained.

“Ha,” Clint laughed.

“But I didn’t even — wow,” Shangqi shook his head while Morgan was laughing. “And how are we today, Ms. Morgan?”

“Good! I’m going to make brownies later with my sister,” Morgan explained. “Can we play?”

“In a little bit, okay?”

“Okay.” she nodded and turned to jump off of the sofa. She gasped and pointed ahead of her at the doorway. They all looked up to see Steve entering the room to people he hadn’t seen since the snap. He cleared his throat and nodded to Pepper as he quietly said hello.

“Steve,” She said flatly. “You look well.”

“You as well. Thanks for letting me come.”

“That wasn’t my decision,” Pepper explained with a smile. “I would’ve put you back in the ice so you can suffer another lifetime with absolutely no one familiar around you. Again.”

Steve blinked, “Duly noted, ma’am.”

Morgan jumped off of the sofa and walked over to Steve. He glanced down at her before kneeling down. She could see that he was the same man that showed up on her doorstep long ago to talk to her father, and not shortly after, her dad was gone, her sister ran off and was sad, and this man was, apparently, no longer her uncle.

“Old Uncle Steve,” She said, finally able to enunciate the ‘v’ in his name.

He nodded, “Morgan.”

Winding back, Morgan surprised everyone by punching Steve in the face. Pepper gasped, hands coming up to cover her mouth in pure shock that her daughter punched Steve in the face. Shangqi’s jaw fell open because he never thought she would actually punch someone in the face. As for Clint?

“Ha!” Clint howled with laughter after choking on his beer. “That is the greatest thing I’ve seen so far, littlest Stark.”

“Morgan!” Pepper gasped and looked at Steve. “I — wow, I am sorry, Steve. I can’t believe —“

“It’s okay, Pepper.” Steve said as he stood up. “I know everyone wants to do worse than that to me anyway. I’ll just get out of here, Clint, Shangqi.”

“Rogers,” Clint nodded while Shangqi simply raised a hand, still in disbelief over what Morgan did.

Steve left the room, and Morgan turned around to see Shangqi leaning down to her level.

“Morgan, you are my favorite Stark.”

“Well, duh.”

~*~

Humming to yourself, you were working hard on your baking. Sam, his sister, and her kids had arrived and put the pies in the refrigerator for tomorrow. Happy, Peter, and May were on their way. Scott was bringing Cassie around soon, and you were still waiting for Katy.

And, at the moment, you were struggling with a can.

“What do you mean I can’t open this fucking can?” you growled to yourself. “I will end you. Oh, maybe I need a laser — ugh I don’t feel like leaving.”

An idea hit you. You had pretty good control over your powers. You’d done some crazy shit in your lifetime, so maybe you could open this can without making the entire thing explode, right?

You held the can in your hand, took a deep breath, and tried to make the lid pop off without making the filling shoot out completely. It did not work. The can opened up instantly. The lid shot off the top at a violent speed and hit the ceiling. The rest of the can exploded in your hand. Part of the can split and sliced the flesh between your thumb and index finger.

“Oh my god, Y/N!”

You looked up to see Steve had entered just in time to see your hot mess. You pursed your lips and looked down at the blood rushing from your hand before looking back up at him.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Steve.”

He sighed and went to grab a kitchen towel. He shook his head at the mess you made as he wrapped the towel around the hand. “Starting early on the holiday injuries?”

“Not on purpose. The can opener broke.”

“So you turn the can into a bomb while it’s in your hand.”

“I thought it would work,” you mumbled, watching Steve bring your hand to the sink to run it under water and get rid of the pumpkin puree.

He sighed and shook his head, “I’m surprised you’re letting me even help you.”

“I said I’d be civil,” you remarked. “And I’m going to be. Unless you give me a reason not to be.”

“I won’t,” Steve shook his head. “But, Y/N — “

“Steve — “

“Thanks for letting me be part of this,” he said. “I know you and everyone basically want to murder me, so.”

“It’s a front,” you explained. “They’re mad at you for what you did to me, yeah, but they still love you. They’re just hurt.”

He snorted in amusement, “When did you get so wise?”

“My boyfriend is very good at listening and giving advice. Not always on the execution of it.”

“Sounds like you,” Steve mused and told you to wait for a moment. He bent down and grabbed a first aid kit from under the sink. Standing back up, he kept your hand outstretched on the counter so he could clean it up and stitch it for you. “You know, for what it’s worth, he does seem like a good man.” 

You gasped, “Wow. Steve Rogers complimenting my boyfriend? Color me impressed. Does this mean you’ll back off?”

“No,” he said confidently as he cleaned your wound. “I still love you, Y/N. I’ll make it up to you and prove to you how much you mean to me, and that I’m still  —“

“Stubborn, pig-headed, self-righteous idiot?”

“Yes. That,” He sighed and placed the steri-strips across your wound. “I love you. I still do. I always will. I will make sure you know that, whatever it takes, starting with this kitchen.”

“Oh, hell no,” You laughed. “No, get out. I got it.”

Steve crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the counter. He gestured to your hand with his chin, “You can’t roll your mom’s cookies with that hand. It’s gonna hurt too much — I know you’ll try but you’ll stress yourself out because you’ll be fearing something unsanitary happening, even with gloves on. You’ve still got crusts to pinch, dough to roll, batters to make, nuts to grind. You need help.”

“And why does my help have to be you?”

“Because I’m the only one who has helped you in the kitchen that you have yet to yell at,” he pointed out.

“Bucky used to help his mom and sister though.”

“Bucky will eat everything before it leaves the mixer,” Steve deadpanned. “Sam’s capable, but he keeps wanting to experiment on your recipes rather than listen to you.Pepper mixes up the steps sometimes because, well, you write recipes in the worst way —“

“No, I don’t!”

“Your pumpkin pie recipe says ‘five seconds of milk’. You know that, right?”

You pouted, “Well, Clint —“

“Will eat it. Like Bucky, and Bruce doesn’t have the patience. We don’t even know how Scott will be.”

“Bet I can get Peter to help.”

“If he were here.”

“Well, Shangqi — “

“You and Morgan banned him from helping. I heard about that. Come on. No funny business. I’m right here. Just let me help. I’ve done this with you for many years. I know the drill.”

You didn’t want to admit it, but he had a point. Steve was the only person who didn’t test you in the kitchen and actually listened, like a good soldier taking orders. Plus, he knew your lingo, so to speak, when you did your recipes, and he was familiar with all of it.

“Fine. No funny business,” you repeated.

“Yes, ma’am.” He nodded and grabbed an apron off the hook. “You have more pumpkin?”

“I always buy extra,” you said. “Can opener doesn’t work, though.”

You watched as Steve quietly grabbed a knife, stabbed the lid, grabbed the opening he had made, and rip the lid off with ease. You scoffed and muttered that he was a show-off before you two started working.

~*~

If Shangqi had made it obvious that Steve baking with you made him want to set the man on fire after stabbing him six million times, it would’ve looked like he was horribly insecure about his presence even though he would repeatedly say that he felt nothing for that man because he wasn’t intimidated. However, when he went with Morgan to the kitchen to get water and saw you two silently baking together, he felt like committing treason against the country by murdering a relic.

And he definitely knew he could quietly sneak up on him. Or maybe he’d use the rings and really Pummel Steve’s perfect face into the ground — forget it. Nope. Not worth it. He totally shouldn’t do this.

You two had baked everything together, and Steve only left after helping you prep the brownies so you and Morgan could do that together and he could leave so he wouldn’t intrude on family time, and so Morgan wouldn’t commit another act of assault against him. He figured this was a good, passive way to get on your good side. 

You finished baking together, everything was ready tomorrow, and you made an announcement to everyone that if they touched a single dessert before tomorrow, you’d slaughter them.

~*~

Come Thanksgiving day, everyone was there. Rhodey and Happy had crushed you in hugs. Seeing you sent them back to thinking about their long-gone best friend. Everyone was as nice as they could be, with the exception of friendly roasting. That was allowable.

During your snacking phase of the early afternoon while waiting for the Turkey to be done, you finally heard Katy’s voice. Grinning, you got up and ran over to see Katy and were surprised to see someone else with her.

“Oh, shit,” you blurted out. “Hi, Xialing!”

She smiled and nodded her head, “Hi, Y/N. Katy brought me.”

“Yeah, thought I’d surprise someone with a little Ling Ling action!” Katy shouted as she grabbed Xialing’s shoulders. “Where is he?”

Everyone turned to look for him. Shangqi was spotted only because they could hear him making dragon noises. You snorted and crossed your arms over your chest, watching your boyfriend chase Morgan and her wooden sword around.

“Hey, dragon breath!” Katy shouted. “Look!”

Shangqi stopped short when he heard Katy. Frowning, he turned, thoroughly prepared to insult her own breath when he saw Xialing standing there, “Mei mei?”

Xialing waved, “Surprise?”

Shangqi grinned and made his way over to her, giving her a hug as he expressed how happy he was to see her. Xialing explained that Katy wanted to surprise him by bringing the two together for a holiday. Shangqi looked to Katy and grinned to hug her just as tightly.

Shangqi proudly introduced his sister to everyone, stopping specifically in front of Morgan.

“Ms. Morgan,” he began. “This is my little sister, Xialing.”

Morgan stared up at her, “Hi Xialing. I’m a little sister too.”

“Oh?” Xialing asked and looked around before her eyes settled on you, “Her?”

Morgan nodded, “We have daddy’s same unamused face.”

Xialing blinked, “Your vocabulary is fantastic.”

“I know. Thank you.”

~*~

Katy introduced Xialing to Bucky, and you couldn’t but notice the biggest smirk on Bucky’s face as he watched Xialing and Katy talk to each other. You made a mental note to ask him if he also agreed the two were a thing.

Dinner went very well. The table was loud with conversation. Morgan was telling Peter about her latest adventures, and Sam was spending his time roasting the life out of Bucky to his own sister, to try to make sure he humbled this man in front of her, at least a little bit.

After a massive dinner, there was a break before you guys would move on to dessert. Bruce suggested movies, which turned into Scott suggesting Thanksgiving movies, which lead to an argument that there weren’t really any good thanksgiving movies, so Clint suggested they come to some sort of compromise: action Christmas movies.

While everyone started saying what movies could fall under this category, Shangqi tapped you on the shoulder and leaned over you to whisper in your ear from behind, “Meet me outside?”

You shrugged and nodded. Setting down your drink, you slid off the back of the sofa and followed Shangqi out the glass doors. You both leaned against the railing. The cold fall air made you shiver, so Shangqi slipped off his jacket and put it around you.

“What a gentleman,” you teased with a smile on your face.

“I try,” He grinned, and for the first time today, you noticed he was sweating in the cold. 

“Are you okay? You look, well, sick.”

He laughed nervously again and fiddled with his hands, “Um, well. Uh. You know. I thought this was smart at first, you know, making you be here with all your loved ones and people who cares bout you. Even my sister is here, which is wild and so awesome.”

You blinked, “Uh huh…”

He cleared his throat, “And uh, I know I was sneaking around a bit.”

You nodded, “Yeah, Wong told me he sent you on some missions. It’s fine.”

“That’s a lie,” Shangqi said.

“Oh,” you blinked. “Do I…do I need to, like, murder you now?”

“What? No, no! Okay. I’m shit at this,” he took a deep breath. “I love you, you know? Remember our conversation during that snow storm? How I wanted you to be the mom of my kids one day when we’re both ready?”

You nodded, “You uh, you’re not ready yet, are you? Because I’m definitely not ready for that.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “No, no, but I’m ready for something else.”

You pushed off the railing when you saw him move from the corner of your eye. Looking over you gasped when you saw Shangqi on one knee and holding out a black velvet box with the prettiest ring you’d ever seen.

“I’ve kind of been doing a few fights at the club because, let’s face it, valeting doesn’t pay a ton and I wanted to be able to get you a ring before we’re old and grey. Y/N, I love you and —“

“Yes!”

“I didn’t even ask.”

“Okay, fine, hurry, hurry!”

He laughed, “I love you. I want every part of the rest of my life to be with you, all the adventures, the good and the bad, all my memories, I want you in them. Will you marry me?”

“YES!”

You tackled him to the ground after he put the ring on your finger. He laughed as you two lay on the ground with you planting kisses all over his face. He felt the ground rumbling beneath him, and he knew it was because you were so happy. For once, your powers released from happiness and not stress or rage.

You both stood up. Holding hands, you walked back inside the living room where your friends and family shouted and raised their glasses in a toast. Pepper and Clint smiled at each other, and you wondered if they knew what was happening as everyone offered their congratulations.

You could see Steve standing in the background quietly sipping his beer. He gave you one nod of his head. He was being polite. You could see how forced it was. But you knew that look in his eye was determination, and you wondered what he had planned.

“Uncle Shangqi!” Morgan said as she hugged the two of you.

You quickly pieced it together and looked down at her, “You little fucking shit. You knew.”

She nodded her head excitedly, “Yes, yes I did.”

You glanced at Shangqi who shrugged, “I asked Pepper.”

“And me too,” Clint added.

“What the fuck?” You laughed. “Wow. That’s…that’s adorable.”

“Hey, I didn’t give the okay, though,” Peter chimed in.

You rolled your eyes, “Next marriage, Peter.”

“Cool.”

Shangqi blinked, “Wait, what?”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” you laughed and kissed him sweetly on the lips. “I love you, Shangqi.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

As everyone was about to celebrate with dessert, you noticed that Katy and Bucky had been uncharacteristically quiet. You looked around until you saw the two of them quietly trying to decimate a pumpkin pie by themselves.

“You mother fuckers!” You yelled. “Really?”

“Eat, eat faster,” Bucky said quickly and quietly.

“Shit, she’s getting closer,” Katy said as she grabbed the whipped cream can and sprayed it into her mouth. “Hurry up, Barnes!”

“Yeah, mother fuckers!” Morgan shouted happily.

“Morgan!” Pepper groaned, “Damn it, Y/N!”

“Oh, fuck.” You muttered to yourself. “Happy Thanksgiving?”

[strawberry-nugget]

the void you fill

Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima / reader

Summary / author's note: shameless self ship fic that i wrote about a helpless situationship with kirishima

Warnings: angst, mentions of sex(kinda? they do have sex but its not that graphic), smoking. kirishima is kinda an asshole bc hes a libra man. All characters are over the age of 20, minors do not interact

Word count: 4 k

You've ghosted him for a month when your doorbell rings at 2 am on a Wednesday night. It's not like you count the days, but it's not like you don't either -because when the sudden sound makes you jump from your spot on your couch, almost causing you to drop your plate and all its fillings, you find yourself hoping, praying, that it's him. 

You tell yourself that it's an atrocious thought at least, that he's a guy you got to spend time with, got attached, never even dated and now you have to get over, but your plate lays forgotten on your sofa nonetheless, bread crumbs and some of the oregano you've sprinkled on your yakitori, pooling all around the plate. 

It's almost frightening to take the steps to your intercom, and a million thoughts run through your head at the speed of light -who could this be around such an hour, or even what would they want. For a second you think that maybe it's Kyouka or perhaps another friend of yours, that it's an emergency, but then that thought gets sucked into the back of your brain when you press the button of the intercom. 

No one seems to answer and your heart is set at ease again. Maybe it's food delivery and they've gotten the name on the doorbell wrong. It happens, though not very often, but it never fails to give you a rush of anxiety. 

And everything's fine, until it's not.

Everything's fine until the intercom buzzes again. Everything's fine until you realise that whoever rang your bell was indeed there for you and everything's fine until you almost fall to your knees when you hear the voice that calls back to you from the little speaker of your intercom. 

"Heyy, it's me, Eijiro"

He speaks as if he doesn't have a single care in the whole world. As if he's so carefree and always kind, it's so typical of him that you almost forget it should be freezing outside. Is he ever cold? You wonder. You havent heard his voice in so long it almost sounds fake, like a dream. One like those youve been repeatedly having.

"Can I come in?"

"Ah sure I guess" -lies- you don't want him to come in, you want to be left alone, but your tongue is faster than your brain

"Floor?"

"Fifth"

…..

Kirishima fills a weird space in the void of your apartment. You're not quite sure he fits into place, too tall and bulky, too happy go lucky for the moodiness of everything that makes this house your home. 

It's perhaps your first impression of him going through your door, barely fitting in doing so, or how he looked as dumb as a fish when he got out of the elevator, searching for your apartment at the right side of the elevator when he could clearly see you were -waiting with your front door almost all the way open- to the left. 

You don't know why he's here and by the looks of it he doesn't either. He looks around a lot and you assume it's because of the new space that lies around him. Small house, not much to see, except for your posters and maybe the pile of cigarettes on the ashtray in the middle of your coffee table there's nothing that could give away your life -oh maybe the collection of beer cans by the sofa should be a candidate on that list as well. 

"You're going through it"  Is the first thing he utters to you and it feels like he's going to run away. You'd hate to be in his place. You've avoided being in his place for oh so long and now it's come to bite you in the ass. 

"how do you have my address?"

"I asked jiro" And you're supposed to trust her after that. "I just really wanted to see you" 

Kirishima wants and you give. It goes like this on the regular. On days you're not even feeling yourself, you end up wanting to reach out, to be human, to show that there's an ounce in you that cares for his well being more than you care about your stupid ego. And youre not quite sure you get your point across. tha t youre sweet. That you give when no one wants to take that your empathy is something everyone should admire and for that they shouldnt let you go. 

Youre not even sure sweet old eijiro thinks of you as the angel youre trying to present yourself as, youre not sure he cares. You feel annoying most of the time. Wrapped up in feelings you shouldn't have, covered by a thick blanket of denial -eijiro doesn't want you, your friends say, or perhaps he does and he can't handle you- and you don't know what of these two is more confusing.

And him being here right now, feels surreal. Theres no clue that point to him caring about you and yet hes visiting you out of the blue, like its something that he does every single day, so casually and easily played. 

Played.

The right word for it. Cause that's what youre being right now. Played. And even though you know it, nothing makes you want to kick him out. The longer he stays, the longer his smell will linger into your apartment, and maybe that will even stop you from smocking. The sullen sulking in your living room, wrapped in your fleece blanket, crying your heart out over the man that stands before you this very second. Youve already pictured it.

“Why did you want to see me?”

He doest reply directly, only because he sees you fidget with your fingers -he knows youre nervous, hes nervous too- and he knows youre looking for your pack of tobacco. So its a notice more than a sentence thats nicely worded when he opens his mouth to say “well i was wondering how youve been”

Your heart sinks a little by the time theres a filter tip stuck between your lips. He could have texted. Its been so long. He could have called or texted if he wanted to show you that cares. Hell, he could have announced he was on his way to your house in some kind of way so you wouldnt have to go through this right now. Yet there's joy and emotional fulfillment at the thought of him taking this extreme measure.

“Ive been good, thanks” your reply dryly and he chuckles again

“Well I'm not a random off the street. Elaborate.”

“Ive been doing great. Drowning in homework but otherwise ive been well”

He looks at you and then he looks around. Theres a sunken misery in your space that he cant quite name. A hint of him being unwanted, youd like to think that thats the vibe your emitting and if its not, you hope the first drag of your cigarette takes your thoughts away. But nothing shut your brain down.

“I see that” he says and his lips run to the side of his face “you shouldnt smoke inside”

Now its you who wont reply, not out of spite, but just because you lack the courage to stand up and tell him you just cant find the strength to walk to your balcony. How could he ever understand that at the mention of his name your legs go numb and your heart palpitates? How could he know that and not run away?

Its best he doesnt know. 

That it's over bearing being in the same room as him, now that he’s not touching you , now that hes not placing chaste kisses on the insides of your wrists. Now that things have grown so complicated that you dont know how to act. 

You dont even look at him. Not when you dust off your cigarette at the ashtray, not when take another drag with your head facing your ceiling- maybe now he knows hes over bearing. A burden to your heart. Someone you should have never met because this is so fucking awkward.

From the other side of your couch he cant take his eyes off of you, though, he doesn't seem to want to talk. With one cheek painfully red and the other trying to catch up, his movements look like they're in slow motion until he sees you put out your cigarette. You wouldn't pressure him to talk, you wouldn't pressure him to even stand in the same room as you if that was something you could do. 

You tell yourself a man like kirishima doesnt know how to act. Hes fun to hang out with -or so youve been told- hes smart, hes effortlessly cute and-

“Im sorry i pulled away” and he apologizes too much for things he chooses to do. “Ive been swamped with chores and life has been killing me lately, i couldnt possibly find time to message you on the regular. Theres been so much that i had to do and im so sorry if you fet like im an asshole. I probably am.”

Your bad side wishes its him appreciating how good of a person you are, that his guilt is eating him. But it also tells youthat you mean absolutely nothing to him for him to feel this way. 

Then why is he here? 

Why are you letting him in?

Because theres not a bone of critical thinking in this body of yours when youre in love. And following an unfortunate series of events youve come to the conclusion that youre in love with him.

“You dont have to apologize for things you knowingly do.” you say nonetheless and there's a voice in you that cheers you up for that. Youre a big girl who can stand up on her feet

Him, in turn, is out of words, and when enough time passes by you go for rolling another smoke. Maybe its because you dont wanna fidget anymore, or because you cant be even more nervous, or even because you want him to care; he does- he takes the tobacco off your hands, gently, and his fingers touch your so featherly that you barely even feel them. And theres no electricity, no big thunderous moment that makes you stop and stare into the eternity of his eyes. Yheres familiarity. Comfort. The sole thing that made you fall for him more than anything else. His touch feels natural on you.

Maybe thats his way of showing you he cares. Showing up here unexpectedly, subtly trying to check on your health.

“Are you eating properly?” he asks next, like theres a sack of questions and hes pulling them out one by one. No context whatsoever.

“Im doing the best i can”

“Uhh, want me to uh, cook for you?”

He looks around again and smiles nervously, spasmodically. Like his cheeks cant make any movements on command. And you look away from him as you imagine what itd be like to take another drag of a cigarette right now. 

“Why do you care so much?”

“Youre uh, human i guess” he mutters, unsure of how you’ll take this response. Hes said so many shitty things tonight, you probably dont even have to give him any more answers

Youre silent again, uncomfortably silent, sitting on your very small corner on your own couch, curled up so you wont take space, pointing your whole body away from his so you wont violently enter his field of vision, so you wont bother or annoy him. Youre fine as long as he doest catch up to your tactics, you tell yoursel, but if he doesnt then that means he doesnt care about you, ad if he does your anger will only ever boil more in the pit in your stomach.

You only look at him again when he gets up; its only then that words leave your mouth, because you havent thought them over, the blurt our of you like vomit

“Youre leaving?”

“I uhm, wanted to… cook…”

“You dont have to cook”

“Then should i leave?” he asks and looks at you, as if youre supposed to have a default reply to that. Like you know whether you want him to stay or not 

“I- i dont really have an answer for that” you sigh, in the time hes taken to get up youve already rolled a cigarette, youve already started smoking it as well “i dont mind”

“Its a simple question. Do you want me to stay, or do you want me to go?” the slight temper in his tone is painted on his cheeks, in red, like his hair, like the details on his shirt. Its cute- you think, to have another chance to see him like this, especially when he huffs, frustrated, embarrassed to be in the position that hes in.

You never would have guessed your next meeting would go like that. Itll be entertaining to look back to this moment when youre over him. Yet for now your heart is set on beating at the speed of light at the sight of him walking to where hes taken off his shoes.

“Stay” you mutter, embarrassed just like him, with smoke coming our of your mouth; you must look horrendous, funny even and even though you doubt he ever heard you, you dont miss the way he looks at you, with one shoe in his hand, before he drops it and walks to his side of the couch again.

“We could watch a movie” he suggests as hes sitting down “would you like that?”

You nod, not finding it in you to utter another word to him. Maybe you should have said that. Maybe he did want to leave and now hes feeling guilty over you begging him to stay like that, maybe the space he takes on your couch isnt enough for him and you need to make yourself smaller for him to fit because hes breathtakingly close to you

“I dont wanna keep you here if you wanna go, i wasn't ordering you to stay, of course you can go anytime that you wan-” 

By the time you realize that hes kissed you to shut you up, hes far away from you again, eyes looking anywhere but in yours, his hands still lingers on the top of your shoulder, after having fallen from your face. You dont kiss him back. You feel too embarrassed to dive into his face and kiss him again. And while making the first move for something that you wants isnt something you should be ashamed of, it hurts to think that your kiss will be unwanted.

Youve somehow convinced yourself it will be. 

The movie you chose to watch is silently agreed on. Something you both enjoy. There's no time for arguing over what to watch. You need comfort in familiarity, to feel the warmth of something that you've known, something that'll never change no matter the time and place.

So when you put on the last Jedi there's no second thought about it. 

Interspace fights and romance take you away for a good thirty minutes before there's an interruption to the tune of galactic laser. 

“I'm sorry about our fight" 

You mumble an -almost- inaudible sound. It's so overpowered by the anxiously loud beeps of Star Wars. Kirishima doesn't pause the movie to continue speaking. It's better this way. The noise of the movie fills the void between his sentences. 

"I don't know why I got so fucking mad. I don't even know why I said what I said to you."

"It's okay"

"It's not. Stop pretending that it is. Listen-"

"You don't have to apologize for something that you meant to say"

"But I didn't mean it. I should have never told you you're making me not want you"

"Then why did you?" You pause the movie at this and uncomfortable silence fills the room again. 

It should have been a simple question. No malice behind it but the tune in which you deliver it carries an endless sorrow with it. You're really just asking him why he hates you this much so he can have this temper with you and never feel like he should keep his mouth shut instead of hurting you. 

"You wanted to hurt me, Eijiro. You wanted me to feel defeated. You wanted me to feel bad."

"I wanted to hurt you" He says, his eyes stealing away from yours "but only because I felt hurt too."

It's true. He doesn't know who's with you at nights where he's not. It's more frequent that he's not around and the thought of someone else taking the place he feels like he's earned is killing him. The thought of you seeking out romance in someone else is gut wrenching to him. How could he possibly believe that you're not doing this when he's not offering you what you want? 

He wants to hurt you for hurting him. It's childish. More so when you know you never actually did anything to hurt him. It's his own head that's killing this. His jealousy, his insecurities. The thought of you having all the freedom in the world to find someone else, to fall for someone else. The times you've spent with kirishima aren't numerous, you can count them with one hand and still he- he feels as if letting you go isn't an option. 

"I'm tired of people wanting to hurt me when I've never done anything to hurt them"

"I don't like this. It's fucked up to speak like this to you and I'm sorry. "

You would have accepted his apology. Had it not been for him mastering his most monotonous voice you'd already be on your knees, trying to apologize instead of him. But you won't take that role for now, as much as you'd like to be the one to take the blame for everything you just can't. 

"Kyouka said I shouldn't talk to you about this, that you'll get mad. But your words and actions do hurt me. I want you. It's hard for me not to care about how you choose to act towards me."

He scoffs, of course he scoffs, and buries his head in his palms. You wouldn't know about the lamp in his throat, you wouldn't even know about that anxious feeling in his gut. Same way he doesn't know about yours. He doesn't know that you feel as if you've made the worst mistake of your life for uttering the words you did. He doesn't know you're about to make it worse. 

"I don't wanna lose you"

"What's there to lose?" He asks and you beg to repeat what you said. 

"I don't wanna lose you"

The words in his brain are reduced to none. There's neither a simple nor a complex sentence that can be woven in his mind. His spit is dry in the back of his throat, but a sound, even the one that comes from cleaning your throat, is prohibited. 

There's no reply to your words and your confession lingers in the air uncomfortably as he unfreezes the movie. Maybe the cure for this could be his hand that comes to wrap around you. To bring you closer. Closer and closer until he's pressing your head into his chest -even that's a little bit uncomfortable on the physical realm- so much you can hear his heartbeat. 

You know this sound. It left you in awe when it wouldn't slow down around you. It had once made you feel special. Now it's an indulgence you allow yourself to fall into. A way to calm your crazed mind down, maybe, maybe, if you closed your eyes you'd cherish it even more. You'd hear it better -since it's already overshadowed the sound of Star Wars in the background- you'd imprint it in your brain. 

There's no complaining coming from your side or his. With the way you're curled up on each other, there's no actual space between you, therefore, no space for your insecurities to hop in between. There's no wondering whether he wants it or not, whether he's cuddling you for his enjoyment or to shut your pestering up. You're just living in this moment, all sleepy and mushy and still in his arms. 

Eventually your head slips onto his lap. Your heavy eyes squished between his thigh and the hand he brings to ruffle between your hair. The circles he rubs on your head feel so soothing that it's unreal; how even sleeping they make you. You don't even believe this isn't a dream. Not like there's room in your head to doubt anything. When you look up at him his eyes are already wandering across your face, gently, as his eyebrows are raised. 

And then he kisses your forehead. Then your eyes, your lips, for as brief as a second lasts, and then your chin. Not another second passes in the time he takes to look you in the eyes once more before he's attacking your mouth again and again, this time feverishly, like he's a man starved. 

You don't even realize where your both of your shirts have gone by the time he picks you up and takes you to your bed, you only give in to the feeling of his chest exuding warmth, like a furnace and the fact that he's on you like an animal the second he places you on the bed. 

Eijiro- who wouldn't even try to kiss your neck otherwise- has launched an attack to the tender skin of your neck. And there's no stopping in the way that he's handling you; kissing, sucking, biting every single spot his mouth can reach while his fingers have wiggled their way inside your panties, pressing right onto your clit with force. 

"Eijiro s-slow dow-" You say, grabbing his hand to indicate where do you want him to slow down and even if he listens to you, your speech is cut in half by his lips on your again. 

He's onto kissing your chest so feverishly, mouth finding your nipple and sucking so hard he could leave a hickey, he's sucking every bit of skin his mouth can find, just like he did to your neck, before he's trailing even lower. The kisses he places on your belly are so soft, it's unlike any other time you've fucked, they don't make you feel insecure about your body -not like they used to- and if you could think right now you'd ponder over this go-back and whether it's actually good for you. 

Notice: It's not. But you want him so much that you cant stop yourself.

 And the way he works around you makes you melt. When hes pushing you face down that mattress or when he looks you in the eyes while rocking into you. You're not sure how you'll ever recover from this and maybe its good that you won't. Your feelings for him have resurfaced again and so they do with every feverish touch, every embrace he's taking you when you come, or the ones he takes you in when he does in turn. 

The body to body, skin to skin contact fills in that void you've been feeling. It makes you forget about all the times you've fought before you stopped talking to him, it makes you feel like you can look at him now and smile again but it hurts like you been shot through the heart. It's unreal that something that makes you feel so good makes you hurt so bad.

There's this everlasting pain in your chest that makes you unable to breathe. You're not sure you can watch him walk out of the door to your apartment and you cant put your trust in the thought that he might come back again just like he did today. So when he falls asleep with you in his arms, you hope you wont be awake when he leaves. 

Your eyes hurt as they finally close, teary as they can get, only when the first rays of sun peek through your curtains. You hope he cant feel the tears that have bled over his chest, because if he does, youre sure he’ll leave earlier than he should.

[always-andromeda]

Love Me On My Bad Days | Timothy Klitz x fem!Reader

Timothy Klitz x fem!Reader

Word Count | 1,364

Author’s Note | just gonna say rn this one is heavily dedicated to soph (@lost-in-sokovia) because I know how much she loves klitzy and I’ve been wanting to write something like this for a while. and bc I know she’s having a hard time rn and I wanna use my writing powers for good lol. to soph: I love ya so much and I hope you like this little surprise! send some love her way! and check up on your friends!!! please be kind to yourselves, friends. love y'all!!

Warnings | descriptions of depression, but overall a big fluffy comfort blurb!

The second he got to school, Timothy Klitz felt your absence. With that, the whole day seemed oddly empty without you by his side. Even though he still convinces himself that he’s just a friend to you, he hopes one day he'll mean more to you. For now, Eli and Matt tease him when he even dares to acknowledge you not being there.

“Have you guys seen Y/N at all today?” he asks nonchalantly during lunch.

Eli picks at his turkey sandwich in front of him and taunts, "Why? Were you finally gonna man up and kiss her?"

"No, where did you get that idea?" Klitz squints incredulously at him and glances at Matt for backup.

Of course Matt has to be a backstabber. "I don't know, man, maybe it's how you talk about her literally all of the time."

Klitz's voice got high pitched, immediately defensive, "I don't talk about her all the time!" Even he, himself, didn't believe that answer. Yeah, he talks about you...a lot. 

Eli and Matt roll their eyes every time Klitz interjects a conversation with something like, “Oh, Y/N likes that song too!” or “Y/N told me she did that once.” It might be cute if he didn’t clam up so pathetically when you’re actually around. He can try his best to be normal, but his leg still shakes when you sit next to him and he’s not nearly as cool and collected as he’d like to be.

Klitz, being the gentleman (and nerd) he is, goes around to all of your teachers as soon as the final bell rings, asking each of them if he could take whatever homework you missed over to you. They all agreed and each gave him pages upon pages of new work that he knew you'd inevitably be swamped by.

But that's okay; it would give him more of an excuse to come over later on in the week so he could help you with whatever you were struggling on. He was a ball of sparking nerves as he drove to your house after school.

There was a familiarity in isolation. You were comfortably numb, nestled into the corner of the living room couch and watching reruns of some old sitcom. The continuous stream of stale content had you staring, eyes glazed over and barely paying attention. You almost didn't notice when the doorbell rang; it almost blended into the sounds coming from the TV. You didn't get up and check it until it rang a second time about a minute later, draping your blanket around your shoulders.

Who else would be at your door besides your sweetest friend, Timothy Klitz? Tucked into the curve of his elbow and pressed against the chest of his striped button up was a stack of papers about an inch thick.

"I brought your homework." He holds the papers out awkwardly before cracking a toothy grin.

"Oh, thanks, Klitzy. You really didn't have to do that though." You return the smile through pursed lips. You were usually happy to see him, but in that moment, being around people was a bit overwhelming.

Klitz can't help but ramble. It got especially bad when you called him by that silly little nickname. "It's totally fine, I was driving through your neighborhood anyway…sooo..." You sniff then and that's when he notices the missing telltale crinkles by your eyes and the bags underneath them. "Are you sick or something?"

"Or something. I'm just...having a bad day." you say, though you know well enough that it's more than just a bad day. You sigh and fold your arms over your chest. You weren't exactly dressed to be seeing people in the same pajamas you woke up in: some plaid bottoms and a thin, threadbare t-shirt that swallowed your figure.

Klitz tilts his head before asking, "I could keep you company. If that's okay with you!" he tacks on quickly, trying not to sound too eager.

For some reason, you can't say no to him. Not when he's this sweet and you're feeling this alone. Besides, you know by now that just avoiding your friends will only make it easier for your brain to tell you that they all hate you.

"Sure, that sounds okay." you agree gently and move aside, allowing Klitz to enter. Closing the door behind him, you realize that you've never let anyone in when things got bad. You're quite used to taking care of it yourself and reemerging from the dark after working through it. But already, Klitz was acting as your flashlight, making you want to giggle even though he wasn't trying to be funny in the slightest.

His tall, gangly frame stood awkwardly in your living room as he tried to figure out what to do with himself. Should he take his shoes off? Should he sit with you and watch TV? Should he try asking if you're sick again? The energy of the room is off, he can tell. But he has no clue how to approach you. Luckily, you do it for him.

"It was really nice of you to bring my stuff over." you say before returning to your spot on the couch.

"It's really no big deal. I'd do anything for you." Klitz froze, instantly realizing how intense that last part sounded.

"Anything?" this time you genuinely smile. It's small but it's the warmest you've felt all day.

Klitz breathes once before confirming, "Yeah...anything." You pat the space next to you on the couch and like a golden retriever, Klitz is by your side.

After a few more seconds of waiting for you to say something, he can't help but pry, "Why did you stay home today?"

You stare at the ceiling for a beat, contemplating how to tell him, "Do you ever just wake up sometimes and everything feels...wrong? Like you could literally be having the best day ever but your head just...isn't in it?"

Klitz wasn't sure if he'd ever felt that way. He shakes his head back and forth, his shaggy hair brushing against his shoulders slightly.

You continue explaining, "Well, that happens to me a lot. Usually I just deal with it and move on but today was different. Maybe I'm just tired I guess." You had slept in way too long that morning, though your body was nowhere near exhausted. Before leaving for work, your mother said she'd called the school and told them you were sick. You were grateful that your parents were so understanding about your mental health. But with them working so much, it was hard getting physical support.

Though Klitz isn't quite sure he understands, he knows he wants to be there. He doesn't expect you to be bubbly at all times but it breaks his heart seeing someone he loves so burnt out. That faded look on your face makes him want to do everything in his power to get you feeling comfortable.

"If you want, I could just sit here with you. We don't have to talk or anything."

"That sounds really good." you say softly, already feeling tears prick at your lash line. You don't really think about it before sliding closer into Klitz's side and resting your cheek against his shoulder. You take the blanket from your own shoulders and drape it over both of your laps. Folding your legs up next to you on the couch and leaning into his touch, you feel like you could fall asleep all over again with the cozy heat of his body. Instead you focus your attention on the canned laughter and humorous dialogue of your TV show and the tranquility that has fallen over you and him.

Though your actions make him tense up slightly, he knows now isn't the moment to be getting butterflies. Instead, his heart swells up with a sense of pride knowing that you trust him enough to let him in even a little bit. He puts his arm around you and hopes that it communicates all that you need to know; that he'll be there to help you get through any and all of your bad days.

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Being Franks Daughter in Hawkins pt 18

Gif Caption: Top Gif: Jack Russell from Marvel's Werewolf by Night. Bottom Gif: Steve Harrington from Netflix's Stranger Things

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Reader: female | 18-19

A/n's: okay this one turned out good. I think atleast I hope you think the same

Warnings: violence, reader gets shot, mentions of drugs (bc Robin and steve got drugged that one episode),stuffs about to get real

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"Okay okay wait." Y/n told Robin, "you wanna, not only stay in here overnight, but you also want to put this...child-"

"What's with the pause!?"

"I've seen many things, and a child does not manipulate two grown adults that easy!" Y/n argued. "So you wanna put this child in danger-"

"This child has a name!-"

Y/n sighed, "And what is it?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"You little-"

"okay! Okay!" Dustin stopped the two.

You were officially in crazy town, cookoo land, family chasing you, lost from Loki, Peter, and the others, your friends wanting to fight Russians, and you mean while are having the biggest mental breakdown of your life.

You just wanna scream.

But you get roped into their shenanigans either way.

So, you with them wait for nightfall, you staying with Erica to help and get her into the vent in the first place.

Afterward, you look for anything that could be a weapon, a knife hopefully, but it is an ice cream shop, and find nothing useful.

You're soon to join the trio on the roof.

"God I wish that magic dumbass the Corinthian was here," Y/n argued.

"Who?" Dustin asked.

"The Corinthian, he casually threatened me and Steve for ice cream," Y/n argued.

"What?" Steve asked.

"The white-haired dude? Wore glasses?"

"Y/n you were knocked out the whole time in the back almost, I don't know who you're talking about I tried to wake you up, you had a bad bloody nose, then Robin came in and you were up like nothing."

"The conversation about Nancy?" Y/n asked, he shrugged at her confused.

"Not with me, Last actual conversation we had was how Venom showed up at your house-"

"Venoms here!?" Dustin asked happily.

"Guys!" Robin argued, "Kinda, busy here!"

"Sorry." The three apologized.

You all were quiet, waiting from any word back from Erica.

Soon she was walking out unharmed, causing Steve to sigh in relief,

"Asshole child!"

"Punisher Wannabee!"

Fuck she got you with that one.

You all were quick to make it off the roof, you sliding down by the pipe on the side of the building and the others taking the stairs like normies

When you all made it in it was just a whole bunch of Chinese food boxes.

"Well shit, time to deal with a bigger problem," Y/n spoke.

"Wait! we gotta open one." Dustin protested, Steve, took out a pocket knife.

"Fine," Y/n spoke, holding her hand out for the knife, "I'll open it, remember Hydra fighter?"

"Let the Punisher Wannabe open it-"

"How bout you open it, Sinclair?"

"I'm a child hell no."

Y/n rolled her eyes, Steve looked at her, "Come on,"

He gave it to her, and she opened it without a care in the world, "Fuck come on..."

Turns out? Russians are in Hawkins, yay.

You opened the container, to find smaller ones inside.

"Woah, step back," Steve told the group, Robin and Erica were quick to take a step back.

"You too dude," Steve told Dustin.

"What!? no!"

"Come on-"

"no-"

"Yep, that's Hydra alright..." Y/n spoke already and had pulled a container out of the box, the signature symbol plastered on the underside of the bottle, "Bastards...Gotta say though, they're losing their shit on the packaging, come on man, step it up."

"Y/n!"

"What!? I'm being honest!" Y/n argued, "At least Stark has better packaging!"

"Tony Stark!?" Dustin asked.

"Yeah, Tony Stark-"

The room suddenly rattled.

"We're fucked." Y/n spoke up.

"What? Dustin, open the door." Steve ordered as Dustin turned to press the button.

"It's not working."

"What do you mean it's not-"

Meanwhile, Y/n was taking a seat in a free corner where no boxes sat the group started to argue.

"Just press the button!" Steve argued pressing a button causing a large door to close.

"We're in an elevator!" Y/n called, "And we're going down!"

It was indeed you all were going down, you sat on the floor already knowing something like this would happen, come on its hydra.

So while everyone was screaming their heads off, you were just waiting for it to stop.

It was a hard and sudden stop and even made you slip from your seat a little.

"Okay. Hydra you got my respect back." Y/n sighed standing up, "kinda atleast."

She went to help Robin and Dustin up, seeing Steve was barried under boxes, helping them off him and him up he brushed himself off.

"Thanks-"

You were already walking away to help the next person to there feet

And they're arguing again while your clipping the canister to your belt.

"I dont care about Tina! Or Uncle Jacks Party!-"

"Move-"

"What-"

"Move!"

Y/n pushed Steve out the way and climbed up on the table, she had found and opening in the ceiling of the elevator.

"Anyone comin?" She called out getting to the top.

"I am." Dustin spoke following her as she held an arm out for him, he grabbing it as she lifted him up with ease, "woah-"

She stood up, looking up.

"Anything up there?" Steve asked.

"Nope." Dustin spoke.

"Lots and lots of climbing..." y/n sighed, "and Im sure I couldnt even climb that...fuck..."

She took a seat with a sigh, watching Dustin start to pace for an idea.

"My walkie!" He beemed, taking it from his bag and bringing it up.

For the next, god knows how long he tried working at it, calling for help as Y/n sat against the wall ontop the elevator.

"Dustin. Please." Y/n spoke rubbing her head, "its not gonna work."

"What happened to you?" He argued.

"What?" Y/n asked confused at his anger.

"You! You use to be so! Lets save the world-"

"Dustin! This isnt the world to me!" Y/n defended, "this is day to day life!"

He looked at her with a given up look: "look...come here."

He sat besides her, "Im going crazy." Y/n told him.

"Your fighting russians and demodogs-"

"No. No." Y/n responded.

"Im going truly crazy." Y/n responded, "something. Something in my head...Im seeing things that arent there. Im mistakening dreams with reality-"

"You're getting a super power!?" Dustin asked.

Y/n sighing, "yeah. Maybe thats it."

"Thats a good thing!" Dustin cheered, "look at the stuff you do now! Imagine after super powers!"

"Super Powers? Some one blasting us out of here?" Steve spoke climbing up.

"Im better off stuck down here then up there at this point." Y/n responded, "Its almost day and Im still completely unknown of whats happening to my friends..."

"What happens if the Russians-"

"Dustin. I. Its not Russians." Y/n told Steve walking to the corner of the elevator, "trust me-"

"What are you doing?" Dustin asked Steve.

"What do you think Im doing Im taking a leak." Steve spoke undoing his pants turning his head to see the two looking.

"Well!? Look away! Look away!"

"Jesus! Okay! Okay!" Dustin told turning around.

"Nothing I havent seen before." Y/n shrugged.

"Ew!" Dustin gagged as Y/n looked towards Dustin.

"I thought you two werent a thing anymore!" He argued.

"We're not." Y/n told, "I cant handle love."

"I am right here." Steve argued.

"Good. Wont have to repeat myself later when we have a moment." Y/n defended as Steve put himself back together.

"Hey!" Robin called head popping up, "we got company!"

Y/n looked at the two boys, "Come on! Get up here!"

Y/n quickly helped the two girls up, just in time too as the door slid open.

You were all quiet, hearing people moving in the bottom.

"Hydra?" Dusti whispered as Y/n brought a finger to her lips, listening to the conversation

By the sound of it they were just workers. But knowing Hydra they were most likely armed with pistols and it'd be hard keeping four bodies from bullets

So the best option was to wait for the right momment.

It was Steve's quick thinking that got you out the elevator to begin with, using the hydra container to stop the door from closing as everyone quickly slid through the crack.

You pulling Steve by his feet before he could get crushed to death.

Now you had a shit ton of walking to do.

Like a shit load.

You stayed infront of the group, armed at the ready with Steve's small pocket knife.

"Would you look at you."

"You're back."

"It is your head."

Y/n looked towards the side, the man dressed prestine and clean.

"Your outfit sucks by the way."

"Yeah. Not really into the pretty boy style either." Y/n told the Corinthian, "Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?" He asked, "after all you figured me out a hell of a lot quicker than I could even imagine."

"Im here because these dumbasses are gonna get killed without me."

"Yeah but you have bigger things to do."

"Shame." Y/n rolled her eyes, walking down the long hall, "whats happening? To me?"

"Hell if I know." He responded, "my guess would be your walking between two walls."

"Walking?" Y/n asked.

"You're asleep, but not." He explained.

"Day dreaming?" Y/n asked, "Multiverse jumping?"

"No." He spoke, "walking is all, You're good at it. You know. Despite the"

"-Bloody nose." Steve spoke up the Corinthian gone.

"What?" Y/n asked.

"You have a bloody nose." Steve told her, "again."

Y/n felt at her nose, "sorry."

"Thats the what? Third one?" He asked, "you gonna be okay?"

Y/n nodded wipping her nose on the back of her hand, "yeah fine."

He watched her walk ahead again.

"Hey!" She stopped them, they coming to a crossroads, "come on keep quiet. Follow me. There's people up ahead."

You were quick to guide them behind some type of cover from Hydra soilders.

You quickly hurried them along, and even had to pull them behind cover when they stood there out in the open like idiots amazed.

"To the coms room." Erica spoke poitning it out.

"Comns room???" Y/n asked.

"Yeah. While you were busy day dreaming we got a radio signal a hole."

"I should feed you to the Hulk you know." Y/n argued.

"What makes you say its a comns room?" Steve argued.

"Lots of lights and control shit."

"That could be hudnreds of diffrent things."Dustin argued.

"Shes not far off." Y/n told Dustin, "just stay ontop me."

They nodded, following her close behind.

It was easy to get them to the comns room, You ushering them all inside as they quickly did as told.

Just to be face with a Hydra soilder.

"Ah fuck." Y/n mummbled as the guy looked straight at her, he knew who she was immediately .

That was before Steve yelled and rushed at him surprising the group.

"You did it!" Dustin shouted at Steve, "you won a fight!"

"Seriously? Never won a fight?" Y/n asked.

"We're not all super ripped like you." Steve panted brushing his fingers through his hair.

You looted the guy for his pistol and gun, while Dustin picked up his key card.

But as always there was more arguing, they argue alot.

Did you argue this much?

Yeah most likely.

"Hey!" Robin called, "your gonna wanna see this."

Y/n quickly climbed the stairs joining Robin, "Fucking Hydra...little assholes..."

"Holy shit..." Dustin spoke.

You were all looking at a machine, ripping into a portal, a familiar portal, the Upside Down

"I...I swear. If I fucking get my hands on Zeemo."

"Zeemo?" Dustin asked.

"He made Bucky Barnes the Winter soilder. And I have a feeling Zeemo did this bull shit too."

Y/n rushed back down the stairs to see the man Steve once beat the shit out of gone.

Rushing to the door she opened it seeing Everyone looking her way.

"Avenger!" They shouted, Y/n lifting the pistol up before letting out a few rounds and slamming the door shut.

"Run!" She shouted.

"What?!"

"I said run!" Y/n shouted opening the door allowing them to go through, "Do it freely OR I'LL DO IT AT GUN POINT!"

"Avenger!" Soilder shouted behind them, "Get her!"

Y/n turned around firing at the soilders but the magazine was empty.

"What!? Already!? Oh come on!" Y/n shouted rushing down after the group.

She jumped the railing following the group close in tail, ramming into one of the soilders with a better gun.

"Thats mine now!" Y/n shouted hitting it across the second soilders face causung him to go down.

She turned around shooting at the soilders rushing at her while cautiously running backwards, downing a few before she took off once again.

"Y/n!" Steve shouted, "hurry!"

"Im going!" Y/n shouted jumping over the small set of steps before turning around, shooting just a few more bullets, the gun empty again.

"OH THESE GUNS SUCK COME ON HYDRA!" Y/n shouted before rushing towards soilders using as a Melee weapon, before dropping it and pulling out Steve's pocket knife.

"Y/n!"

"Go! Now!" Y/n ordered.

Steve and Robin watching her threw the window on the door, superhero pose and all, nothing but a pocket knife in her hand as soilders rushed at her.

Within a few seconds she downed atleast five more of them, using themselves against each other, but with how many flooded in at once, she was beat, kicked, shot at and went to the ground within the next mintue: shouting for the group to run as she fought back even in captivaty.

But they manage to stop you by knocking you out

Because Hydra has no class.

When you woke up, you found yourself in a cage, surrounded by a binding circle.

"Ugh..." she groaned.

There was a noise: a growl? Maybe not, maybe a gargle?

She looked to the side, "Oh. Hey. They got you too,"

The thing Hpmh in its in own way.

"Yeah...oh shit my side..." y/n complained, "Let me guess...they wanted you to join for your stunning looks. Look. You havent eaten me. So. Im Y/n..."

It grumbled, "Yeah yeah. Sterotype. My bad. Not every green thing thats huge wants to beat everything up."

Y/n looked at the creature, "you got a name?"

It hummed and bubbled.

"Ted?" Y/n asked, "How long you've been stuck here."

It answered in a grumble.

"shit that sucks." Y/n responded, "why you in the pound?"

Y/n listened as the thing blurbed, ranted in its own way.

"Because you're...a swamp...monster..." Y/n responded, "Mhm you there forced Test runner?"

He nodded.

"Yeah. I can understand that." Y/n complained rubbing her head as she looked at the binding circle, "this thing keeping you in?"

He nodded.

"Seeing they put me in here." Y/n spoke, "they wanted you to eat me and wanted any sorcery I had to cease along with any strength."

He grummbled, "what? No. Not with out my sling ring you?"

A few hums, blurbs and grunts in response.

"Really You have powers? Oh an me? Someones a fan boy." Y/n chuckled, "but yeah. Avenger. Not much of a power kinda gal..."

You used the bars to help you to your feet leaning it against it as you used it as support to walk looking for anything.

The binding circle too far for you to reach over and simply swipe at and ruin.

And with your new cellmate you were shit out of luck on most things.

But before you could really try anything, two soilders came in with there Lutenit

"I demand to talk to Zeemo!" Y/n shouted at the commander.

"Zeemo has no weight and is a scum to us."

"Fuck." Y/n mummbled looking back at Ted, "Im shit out of ideas."

"I will ask you once." He spoke, careful to keep outside the bidding circle.

"Which Avenger sent you."

"None." Y/n argued, "Your mother did. And shit did she suck my fat fucking dick like no tommrow!"

A gun shot rang off as Y/n was shot in the leg, she growling in pain but kept standing up.

"Fury must have sent you-"

"Fuck you!" Y/n shouted.

"Zeemo prehaps?!"

Another shot to the leg, she crumbling against the ground hands still on the bar.

"Do you hear that?" The Lutenit asked, taking a step closer, "You're friends?"

"Fuck!" There was a cry, they in a near by room, she could hear it threw the vent.

Y/n was slient, as she kept her head down the Lutient taking another step closer, he would be rewarded highly, capturing both spies and a long term enemy. Y/n's grip tightened on the bar as he took another long stride.

"Who is the cock sucker now?"

Y/n reached out grabbing him by the belt slamming into the bars, "You!"

Y/n grabbed his gun quickly shooting him and falling back to aim at the other two just as quick, downing the three.

"Fuck..." she sighed pulling at the soilders foot bringing him closer so y/n could grab his keys as she quickly got up and made it to the locked cage door.

"You comin?" She asked opening it as Ted got up, "yeah. Come on. We're blood buddies now."

He followed her carefully, she grabbing stuff off the soilders to tie her leg off.

Ted was gentleman enough to even tie them off as a thank you.

You like ted, anyone hurts ted they fuck with you

Peaking your head out you dont see anyone, but as soon as you do an alarm goes off.

So you and a Giant Swamp Monster named Ted are on the hunt for your friends and quick too, rushin to find your friends you tried the first door, it already open and you could hear laughing.

"Haha! Henderson!"

Y/n opened the door quickly.

"And Y/n! Haha!" Steve laughed as she walked in.

"Y/n!" Dustin cheered, cutting the bindings on the two, Ted following her inside causing them all to scream.

"Hey! Hey!" She shouted, "Ted! This is Ted! He's cool! He's with me! They wanted him to eat me but we're chill! Right Ted?!"

He nodded as they just looked at the two.

"Well?! Come on!" Y/n shouted rushing them all along.

You manage to lead them all path free of Russain soilders till you turn a corner and there's both screaming.

Turns out Ted had a rescue party coming consisting of one man.

Luckily Ted can stop you before you go full fighter on the poor dude.

"Again?" He asked Ted, "and ropping people into it now?"

Ted grumbled.

"Okay. Obviously your friends." Y/n smiled at the two, "but if you'd like to stay that way we should oh. Run!"

Turns out Dustin knabbed on of there vechiles and your having to basically pick Steve and Robin up into it, you drive, because honestly you don't trust anyone else. Along with the new comer in the front.

"Im Jack!" He introduced holding out a hand for a hand shake.

"Are you seriously introducing yourself right now?!" Y/n argued driving as fast as she could.

"Right sorry!"

Y/n looked to the side: "Im Y/n!"

You manage to get everyone to the Elevator and rush everyone inside.

And in the elevator its even worse.

Steve and Robin joking around, playing.

"Its like Im-"

"Surfing!" They both cheered.

Ted looked at Y/n, "I swear there both usually way better than this."

She watched Steve fall and tumble over, Y/n walking over to him.

"Hey! Steve!" Y/n shouted.

"Y/n?"he asked, "what are you doin here?"

"They seem drunk." Erica argued.

"Why would they be drunk."

"Steve-"

"Boop." He poked her on the nose, "Hey- when did you get here Y/n?"

"Steve let me-"

"No- Ow!"

"Sorry- sorry.." y/n apologized holding his eyes opened.

"His pupils are dilated." She spoke, "not drunk but drugged."

"Jack, where'd you park your car?" Y/n asked.

"Car?"

"Yeah."

"I walked here? Heh..."

Y/n looked back at Steve, "Where's your car Steve?"

"Ooo can we stop at the food court!" Robin asked, "i'd kill for a hot dog on a stick!"

"Yeah!" Steve smiled.

"You can have as much food as you want!" Dustin told him the two drugged teens cheering, "Where are your keys? For the car!"

"Keys!? Hah the russians took those!"

You sighed, as the Elevator stopped, you all filing out in a rush.

"You guys stay safe." Y/n told Ted and Jack.

"Thank you-"

"Hey!" A police officer shouted.

"Shit..." Dustin spoke looking around, "in here! Come on!"

Looks like Jack and Ted weren't done with you yet as you pulled them in to hide in the back halls of the mall with you.

You had to figure out something to do with Ted and Jack, mostly Ted.

"Uh...this way! Behind the screen!" Y/n shouted rushing Ted in.

"Alright. I want you to stay in here." Jack spoke.

Ted grumbled, "yeah I know you can help! But when the times right alright buddy?"

Ted shrugged in relucant exceptence.

Leaving Ted hidden for now you quickly joined Dustin and Erica to divise a plan.

You told Jack to stay there and keep an Eye on Robin and Steve while you and Dustin went up to try and radio the group.

Turns out Dustin ran the battery pretty dry, but he managed to get back to the group, barely able to hear or register anything.

"Hey!" Jack spoke rushing in the room with Erica.

"There gone."

"What?!" Y/n argued getting up and looking for the two in the crowd, "shit..."

You all went on the hunt for them, but you ended up falling, Jack luckily catching you.

"Ah. Your bleeding-"

"No shit I got shot atleast twice."

He helped you along to a bathroom, sitting you on the counter you groaned, adrenaline starting to wear thin.

He pulled out a little pocket med kit, he must get in alot of shit problems if he carries one around.

He rolled undid the binding you hand on them and rolled up your pants leh and took a look at them.

"It didn't go threw..." he spoke.

"You have tweazers in there?" Y/n asked.

"Uh. Yes." Jack spoke holding them out for her she taking off her belt bitting down on it.

She lifted her leg to rest on the counter.

Taking a deep breathe she dug the tweazers in eyebrows knitting in pain as her face became hot, pulling the first bullet out. Jack even had to look away from the gruesome act, his own eyebrows knitting as he griminced in disgust. She tossed the bullet in the sink to quickly get the second and within the next mintue she had the second out. Pulling her belt from her mouth she sighed in relief.

"Could you?"

"Yeah- Yes. Of course." He spoke.

You watched him disinfect and clean the wound and surronding area.

It was quiet between you two, until he spoke up and thanked you for saving his friend.

"He gets in trouble quiet a lot." He chuckled, "this way Is...quiet new."

Y/n chuckled, "Im always in trouble it seems..."

"Your a midnight son." He spoke, Y/n looking up from the work being done on her leg, "You work with Marc Spector."

Y/n nodded, "how do you know that."

He shrugged, "Lets just say we've fought before."

"Your the wearwolf." Y/n cut in he looking up, "I remember the markings."

He nodded, looking down at his work, "We had quiet the moment back then."

Jack laughed, "calling falling to our deaths is hardly considered a moment."

Y/n chuckled, "I'll take what I can get, one of the better memories...especially as of recent."

He stiched her leg up carefully, "We have to stop running into each other this way-"

Y/n winced, "Im sorry." He apologized quickly.

"Are you alright?" He asked a hand resting on her shoulder.

Y/n nodded, "I'll be fine. Thanks..."

Y/n watched the skin close up on the first stitch, he moving onto the second hole.

As he stitched you up, you both contuined to talk, as if you were old buddies catching up

He had a contagious smile, and a sweet heart

To be honest you feel bad for almost killing him that one time.

You didnt expect the conversation to get so deep either: he telling you what he did as the "other" side of him wasnt really him.

"I mean. I like this side. But the other side was kinda fluffy," y/n defended, causing him to laugh.

"And you? Do you have an other side?" He chuckled.

Y/n thought for a mintue, "I don't know. Not like you atleast. Not that I know of."

"No?" He asked, "arent we all animal in some way? We all have something itching."

Y/n chuckled, "If Im an animal Im one uncapable of happiness."

"Why say that? You're lovely. Besides the almost killing me."

"I almost let myself be happy...with Steve. With my dad."

"But?"

"But I always have to do the "bigger" thing, save the world, save this save that." Y/n spoke, "I dont mind it. I don't. Really. Its fun even sometimes, I just...end up missing people after there not on the feild anymore but rather in it."

Jack cleaned her stiches one last time, and wrapped her leg in gauze, "sounds like to me like you need to save yourself."

He finished off her bandages tying them off and tucking the loose ends in, "or. You need to be saved. Just once."

"Reinvention?" Y/n asked.

"No." He spoke, "Heal yourself before you Heal others. Doesnt have to be while in battle, but off the feild."

"Mentally?"

He nodded.

He made a good point: maybe you need mental healing.

Dustin busted through the door and the others followed.

"Okay look. It doesn't take that long to bandage a wound. Y/n stop flirting." Dustin argued.

"What-"

"We need to go!" Erica argued.

"We go out the front, circle round and grab Ted." Dustin explained.

"Why not just go through the Theater?"

"Because its closed." Dustin explained.

"Come on."

So both you and Jack got up and walked towards the group, you all poking your head out looking to see the last group from the theater leaving.

And quickly all join to blend in with the group.

You blended pretty easy, you and Jack especilaly keeping your head down.

"Turn around." Robin argued.

"What?"

"They're here." She told, "the russians."

The group looked at rhe man checking IDs, he turning towards them.

"Shit gotta go!" Y/n told, "go!"

The group ran away, sliding down between the escalators quickly.

You could hear the running behind you, you all rushing to hide.

And out of all places in the food court,

You had pushed the kids under the counter in hopes they'd have more cover.

You put a finger to your lips as Dustin and Erica covered there mouths.

Looking at The other three they were

It was eerily quiet.

The car alarm of the "Win a Prize" car went off and a quick growl out as the car was thrown the two kids grabbing onto you in fear

You slowly peaked over the counter, the group following you.

"Haha!" Y/n laughed, "Ted!"

He smiled and looked up to the second floor.

"Haha!" Dustin cheered, "Yes! The gangs all together."

It was indeed a good sight, the heros y/n had lost track of? All together: beat up? Oh for sure, but together and intact.

You barely could hold your ground as Peter and Kate almost tackled you down in a hug.

"We thought you were a goner!" Kate told.

"No kidding! We looked everywhere for you then ran into Mr.Stark-"

"Wait wait wait." Y/n stopped them, "Tony?"

"They're all here!" Kate spoke, "and this thing! Its called the mind flayer! And it's not just in Hawkins its in New York! And It has everyone by the head! And so we learned about the Upside down! And we didnt know how to reach you! So we went along sithe everything and Billy Hargrove? Right? He's like a main leader! We think he got to Frank and thats how it spread!-"

"Woah woah Woah!" Y/n stopped, "Slow down. Slow down. Look I was just stuck in a Hydra base!"

"Hydra base!?"

"Okay! What is going on!" Nancy intruppted, "Hydra?!"

"Okay Hydra is what turned bucky barnes into the Winter Soilder-" y/n told the huddled around group.

"They strengthened Wanda Maximoff and...uh..." Y/n spoke, "They're a huge threat."

"What's the game plan here exactly? Because if Im honest. Strange." Eddie started up, "has no sling ring nor neck stone thing Kate's out of arrows, Parkers only part spider, Wade's got no bullets left, no swords, loki's and Chavez are all magiced out, Venom wont even come out."

"Wait" y/n argued, "You lost the eye of Agimoto-"

"More of it was ripped from my neck." Strange argued.

"By who?!' Y/n argued.

"By Billy-"

"Hargrove's flayed?" Y/n asked.

"Y/n." Strange spoke, she looking at strange, face full of concern, "you're brother, Billy Russo, he's here."

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[lolawassad]

My blog is mostly ✨smut✨but i wanna write something fluffy for badlinuu so here we go. Im also not sure how big B feels about being written in fanfictions, bc i know he doesnt like it when ppl write it ABOUT him but idk how he feels about just being there?? So if anyone can tell me if hes uncomfy with that or not, i did try to reach out to billzo and i asked him but i have no reply. If he is uncomfy with this ill write him out of the story!

This is ✨awful✨

Okay so aimsey (19/20) is 4'10 tubbo(17) is 5'6 reader(18+) is 5'7 billzo(17) is 5'8 freddie(18) is 6' ranboo(18) is 6'6

Tw : mentions of alcohol, reader drinks some alcohol because reader is older then 18, reader has tics/stims :)

Set on ranboo's birthday!

Badlinu x reader

3rd pov

You and aimsey are skipping in front of the guys, today is ranboo's birthday and most crickets are going bowling "im so excited for all the germs we will get from the balls" you say to the camera aimsey is holding making her giggle

"imagine if there was like a spider in one of the balls, that would be funny for the stream" aimsey jokes making you shutter "i am not bowling anymore, i have arajwjwkka phobia aims!" you say with a laugh

You hear billzo laugh "ha you cant even pronounce aradneiska" he says but then realises he also cant say arachnophobia

"im scared of air, now im gonna stop breathing" ranboo deadpans making you and aimsey burst out in laughter again

Freddie smiles everytime he hears your laugh "you guys mean arachnophobia?" he says showing off that he can pronounce it, you sputter "yeah well but yeah but but.. Im dyslexia"

Freddie laughs "you are dyslexia?" he asks making you nod proudly "i am not dyslexic, i am the whole of dyslexia!" you say before skipping over to ranboo who is now walking in the front while holding the camera

Freddie smiles while watching you jump on ranboo's back and yell "NEVER LOOK AN ENDERMAN INTO THEIR EYES, ALWAYS ATTACK FROM THE BACK"

Aimsey looks at freddie and nudges him "you like heerrr" she sings making freddie sigh "i do, i really do"

You are holding the camera and your head is rested on top of ranboo's head "big man mark, what to do when you like a person?" you ask him making him snicker "get married for tax reasons, its what tubbo and me did on the dream smp"

You pout before hopping off his back and running to a stopping light, billzo walks up next to you and presses the button to signal people wanting to cross and looks at you "so.. You and freddie huh?" he asks smugly making you gasp before you start jaywalking

"billzo NO I HAVE THE CAMERA" you yell at him and start running to the bowling alley, tubbo runs up to you aswell and grabs your hand, the two of you now running away from the group

When you reach it you grumpily sit down, tubbo joining you and you start talking to chat "billzo doesnt know what hes talking about, i think he wasnt held as a child" you say jokingly making tubbo deadpan "i know what thats like"

Small time skip

"y/n you want something to drink?" aimsey asks you after you had your turn in bowling, you nod "ill come with you!"

"freddie you want something to drink?" aimsey asks, the taller male nods "ill take a dubble whiskey and coke" he says with a smile at the camera aimsey is holding

"ILL TAKE A TRIPLE WHISKEY" billzo yells into your ear making you yelp "billzo" you scold before pulling aimsey with you to the bar

"a DIET coke,like make sure the coke has no sugar because our friend will die when he has sugar, a double whiskey and coke, a sprite, and what do you want flower?" aimsey asks "ooh a blueberry mojito!" you beam

"i also need to see ID of the other person if you are buying alcohol for someone else" the lady says with a small smile, the camera is on the bar facing the guys

You skip over to freddie and pull his sleeve "fredsss" you whine making him close his phone that had the stream pulled up "need ID" you say softly making him smile

He pulls out his wallet and grabs his ID and some bills "here ya go" he says before kissing your nose making you freeze wide eyed while freddie just goes back to watching chat, secretly clipping the part where he is seen kissing your nose

You nod and close your mouth before walking back to the bar, face hot hands softly shaking "he just-" you stutter out to aimsey with a smile, you put the bills and the ID on the bar and the lady smiles and serves the drinks, aimsey grabs the tray and you grab the camera

"chat he kissed me, freddie, just, kissed, me" you say while slowly walking back to your friends, still slightly in shock, freddie smiles at you when you hand him back his ID and change

He notices the still shocked look on your face and ruffles your hair "you ok, doll?" he asks making your eyes widen again, you hand him the camera and start shaking your hands

He waits until your done and hands you the camera again "im fine" you softly say while avoiding eyecontact "be right back" you say quickly before jumping on ranboo "hold the camera boob sir" you say before pushing off of him and giving him the camera

Freddie is now sitting down and pats the seat next to him, you smooth down your skirt and sit next to him, his arm wraps around your shoulder and he pulls you into him

"im happy ranboo is having fun" you say softly, head nuzzling deeper into freddie's chest, his hand goes into your hair "me too, im gonna miss the big guy when he goes to america" freddie says

"we should go to america" you say bouncing in your seat, freddie laughs "you wanna go to america?" he asks making you nod "lets go to america then" he says before placing a kiss on your forehead

"i-i have feelings for you" you confess before burying you're head into your hands and separating yourself from freddie

He beams "well thank god because i have feelings for you too, doll" he confesses before removing your hands from your face "may i kiss you?" he asks making you nod

Aimsey punches ranboo and points at you and freddie, ranboo slaps tubbo softly and points too, tubbo jumps on billzo and makes him look in the direction

Billzo sneakily points the camera at you two just as freddies lips connect to yours

The four start cheering making you pull away and hide your face into freds chest, he mock glares at his friends before pulling you onto his lap allowing you to bury you're head into the crook of his neck

"you guys wanna go to dinner?" ranboo asks making you nod and get off freddies lap, you take off the horrendous bowling shoes off and rush to get your platforms back, when you get them you sit down and go to put them on but freddie kneels in front of you and puts them on you before placing a kiss to your knee

When everyone has their shoes on again freddie grabs your hand holding you close

When you guys are back at tubbo's place freddie grabs the camera and points it at a tired you playing mario party with corpse dream and tommy "you have a good day, doll?" he asks you making you nod "the best" you beam tiredly

His hand goes to caress your hair and he pecks your hairline "OH HONK YOU DREAM" you yell out all of a sudden, dream having just stolen one of your stars "OH DREAM YOU ARE NOW MY ENEMY"

You can hear everyone laugh "OH DREAM YORK U LAUGHING? GEORGE LIKES ME BETTER THEN YOU, HE AND I KISSED" you yell out, george who is also in the call yells out "HELL YEAH WE DID"

Freddie looks at the camera then at you "excuse me doll?" he asks making your eyes widen "i didnt actually kiss george, but like dream not found so like.. Yknow" you explain

He sighs in relief "thank god, i mean nobody can compete with georgenotfound" he jokes

[aizawaskittenwhore]

𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

≛ 𝘧𝘵. 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴.

≛ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

≛ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴: 1𝘬

≛ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢 /𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘥𝘰𝘮 (𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪), 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 18. 𝘥𝘶𝘩.

𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶:

i’m gonna be honest

that whole “innocent bby deku🥺” shit is played out. this man will demolish your pussy and will not apologize for it.

izuku has the full capacity to be rough in bed, so don’t let his sweet and demure presence fool you

he’s really into overstim surprisingly enough

watching you stir and keen as you cum again for the third time in a row fills him with a sense of pride

knowing nobody else could make you whine like this, make you sputter and stumble over each word, make you cream all over the dick the way he does

he also adores fucking you to the point where you can’t form a comprehensible sentence

he’ll give you deep, slow strokes while holding a bullet vibe directly to your swollen clit, pine eyes sparkling as he watches you plead for him to stop, yet buck your hips into him, chasing another orgasm.

calls you bunny instead of puppy bc ew

“you’re so insatiable, bunny. you like it when i—ah, fuck!—tease your pussy like this? ‘like it when i take what’s mine?”

the pleasure is overwhelming, insurmountable as he brings you to that prepice over and over again until you’re crying.

he’ll then flip you onto your stomach, hands digging into the dimples and slopes of your hips before absolutely impaling you on his length

he’s thick, and comes in at a solid 6-7 inches, so you’re always sore after a round or two

also

breeding kink. like a major one.

izuku wasn’t always the most confident in his abilities as a boyfriend let alone a lover

so when you started letting him cum inside you it was a huge boost

likes breeding you before work so he can think about the guys that hit on you in the break room smelling the scent of sex all over your body as you walk past them, sticky white fluid creeping down the leg of your pantyhose.

he couldn’t keep other guys from looking at you, but he could damn sure remind you of who you belonged to.

oh, and he’ll slide two fingers in once he’s done and scoop as much of his cum between them as possible before slipping them in your mouth so he can watch you suck it all off

this mf is possessive and nasty.

𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰:

facefucking.

that’s it. send tweet

nah but in all seriousness, katsuki loves watching your eyes well up with tears as you squeeze and milk his dick for all it’s worth.

he’s a good 7-7.5 inches

not an insane amount of girth but the length more than compensates for it

most definitely uses it as a punishment

and isn’t afraid to do it while you’re in public either

which brings us to his exhibition kink

he’s very prideful when it comes to his reputation as a hero, so you would think that it would keep him from doing anything scandal worthy

wrong

it only adds to the searing arousal he gets from watching your tongue fondle his sensitive head, knees bruised from being beneath him for so long

it’s a power trip for him, especially if he’s in costume

depending on your behavior, he’ll be generous and let you swallow while praising your performance

or he’ll wrap a hand around the back of your neck, slide your mouth off of his spit-soaked cock, and stroke himself until his cum splatters all over your eyelashes, fully debauching you in the desolate alleyway

he’s made you walk back home with cum all over your face before, after you’d been particularly bratty over the course of a week

“katsuki! i can’t walk back home like this, what if someone notices?!”

“should’ve thought about that before you decided to visit me while you weren’t wearing any fuckin’ panties. nasty little girl...now hurry up and get a move on, and you better not wipe it off either.”

loves the thrill of humiliating you

unrelated, but he’s an ass man through and through, taking such pleasure in watching it jiggle and ripple under each heavy blow he delivers

takes photos of the marks afterwards and has an album for em.

he also loves fucking you on different surfaces around your penthouse (and his agency)

the man is territorial

so what better way to mark his territory than by making his gorgeous girlfriend squirt and cream all over it?

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰:

babe i am so sorry for your neighbors

cause if there’s nothing else shinsou loves it’s to make you scream

he’s got a corruption kink, but not in the way most people do

he doesn’t give a damn if you’re sweet and innocent, or if you’ve got the mouth of a sailor and could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch

what matters to him is making you lose your composure.

one day you’d been anticipating a call back from a job interview you’d gone to a few days prior

and shinsou just so happened to be observing your blissed-out expression as he ground into you from below, your body atop his

when your damned phone started ringing

being the sly little shit that he is, he saw an opportunity

“answer the phone pretty girl...don’t wanna keep them waiting, do you?”

reaching for your buzzing cell, you press the green ‘accept’ button, raising the device to your ear as you jolt forward

“hello, may i speak to y/n?” a chipper voice chimed through the receiver.

“t-this is sh-she. how can i—ah!—help you?” you garble your words, trying to suppress your moans

hitoshi merely takes this as a challenge, opting to drive into you deeper whilst trying to keep the noise down, it’s less fun when it’s obvious what you two are doing

his dick is thick as FUCK. 6 going on 7 inches but honestly you couldn’t give less of a fuck with the way he’s stretching you

surprisingly enough you managed your way through the phone call, telling the white lie of “helping the neighbors move”

but little did you know this was only the beginning of hitoshi’s new favorite pastime

he’s another exhibitionist too

so uh...good luck with that

remote control vibrators on dinner dates, fingers stuffed deep inside your sloppy cunt while he makes small talk with your mom at the dinner table,

even kneeling beneath your desk and sending you to heaven and back while you’re on a video call with your fucking boss.

he’s addicted to watching you fall apart, and is more than willing to apply that pressure.

𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪:

dabi’s dick would fuck anyone stupid.

let’s make that clear.

it’s canon that he’s got a jacob’s ladder, blah blah blah, but let’s discuss how fucking pretty it is

creeping in at a firm eight inches, and about 4 and a half in girth with a drool-worthy mauve tip, his shaft slightly lighter than the rest of his tanned, unscarred skin

it’s dangerous, barbells running up the underside of his shaft or not

definitely into temperature play

and i’m not talking about that soft shit like warming up his fingers whilst they’re plunging in and out of your sweet center

no no no

that fucker will BRAND you and will not apologize

you’re his pretty little cumdump, and he’ll stake his claim upon your body how ever the hell he pleases

degradation is a given.

“—what a fuckin’ whore. tch, you really think you deserve this dick?”

“how about you get on your knees and beg for it then if you’re so damn needy.”

“quit your god damn whining, or i swear i’ll leave you spread out on this fuckin’ bar for shiggy to find. maybe i’ll even get a promotion for giving him such a slutty little bitch to use.”

“what’s wrong? does it hurt sweetheart? can’t take it after you talked all that shit earlier?” you shake your head no, thighs trembling as you struggle to maintain the position dabi’s folded you into. “...good.” he smirks, eyes gleaming with malice before pounding you to filth, cries spilling from your mouth as you beg for release, knowing he won’t give it to you.

making you cry? a specialty of dabi’s. your tears get him harder than anything; to watch your lips quiver as you sniffle, wiping away tears while he palms himself through his sweats

has shown you off to shigaraki, and will not hesitate to tongue your fluids off his digits while carrying on a full conversation with the other man.

after all, when you know your toy’s better than someone else’s, you tend to brag.

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪:

speaking of this mf

he’s the reason gamer boys get the rep of having massive dicks

cause god damn did you not expect this man to be slinging around eight bordering on nine inches of dick. four and a half to five inches of girth. poor you.

he’s also got a penchant for angry sex, so if that’s not enough of an indication that you’re going to have trouble walking afterwards i don’t know what is

but one thing he loves more than taking you apart piece by piece and cumming inside of you with zero remorse?

doing it when he’s in the middle of a game, and he’s online with the party’s voice chat.

“mmm—god, you really will do anything i tell you....swallowing every inch while these guys get to listen, and you’re not even embarrassed, you’re getting off on it!”

“i love little sluts like you, always doing whatever it takes just to have a cock pry them open at all times. that’s what you are, right? my little slut, made for me to do whatever i want to.”

yes, he’s made you whine so sweetly for him, cry as you beg him to touch you, while he plays fucking valorant.

and you can’t count how many times he’s mocked the way you gag and choke on his massive length while he played genshin impact with random guys online.

is a sucker for a good set of nudes, and isn’t afraid to ask for them on a regular basis

plus he just likes taking pictures/videos of you in general, saving them to a private album of his phone for him to use when you’re not there

he may parade you around as though you’re a lifeless fuckdoll, but if nothing else he’s possessive, and would rather relive the pain of losing to all might than let another man see you the way he does

but i’ll be honest, tomura’s not always a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a huge dick.

he’s also a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a thing for being dominated....and a huge dick.

see, it balances out!

it started with a bet that if he lost another round of mortal kombat you got to peg him

it took a lot of convincing, but he agreed to the terms, certain he’d win regardless

and after button smashing like your life depended on it with subzero, you managed to secure the win.

a grin stapled itself to your face after being treated to two hours of tomura’s incessant sobs and wails

“mhm—please...i can’t take it—ah! fuck, fuck, fuck! right there!”

“don’t make me work for it, i promise you’ll never be player two again, just please let me cum—m’ so close..”

game nights are always fun with him, you can count on it.

𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴:

my god my god

i’m gonna say it right now: keigo doesn’t eat pussy for you.

he does it for him.

and that makes all the difference in the fucking world when he’s pulling you to sit on his face

scruff scratching at your inner thighs deliciously as he makes you squirt alllll over aforementioned facial hair, rolling your hypersensitive clit between soft lips and a fluid tongue

he could stay between your thighs for hours and hours on end

will propose to devour you in the most inappropriate of places

and honestly? isn’t the least bit ashamed about it. elevators, in front of large office windows just a few stories above the street where you’re just barely visible to the people below,

on endeavor’s decorative towels after he spread them out on the floor so he could fuck you senseless on top of them, etc.

the flame hero had pissed him off earlier, and he needed to exert some petty rage. this was most sensible use of his energy.

also in case it wasn’t obvious: breeding kink. duh.

no thoughts head empty just hawks begging to breed you during his rut

“come on pretty girl, let me make you a momma....can’t wait to stuff you full of my chicks....”

he blushes so deeply when he’s close to cumming

and boy does he fucking whine

dick is just as pretty as he is, he’s a good 6 inches with a three inch girth; tip flushed and pink

definitely cherishes intimacy during sex

and will certainly go out of his way to make sure you feel comfortable/desired

he could have all the money/fame in the world

and it still wouldn’t compare to the feeling of your thighs suffocating him while he slurps at your cunt like it’s his last meal.

[444tsumu]

title Not His Type

rating ★ ★ ☆ nsfw content

word count 4,800+

warnings timeskip!mattsun, yes i’m writing that he still practices w the s4, anyways explicit content, matsukawa calls you a bitch, spitting, rough sex, spanking, mattsun fucks you in his car, oral sex (f!reader giving), don't be silly wrap your willy folks

author’s note thanks to @kansroji for forcing me encouraging me to write this self-indulgent mattsun fic, send her her flowers everyone bc this was just muah :*

summary Issei teaches you that the meaning behind the words ‘I hate you’ is a lot different from what you’re used to.

“God, do you ever shut the fuck up?”

“How could someone be such a bitch?”

“I don’t know Mattsun, you tell me.”

There are two things necessary to keep the world spinning on its axis: inertia, and the insatiable hatred between you and Issei Matsukawa.

No one quite knows where it came from. Maybe it was your lack of regard for his permanently disinterested personality, or maybe it was the insufferable habit you had of making a comment every time Matsukawa did as much as make a noise— whatever it was, it was a never ending cycle of pure repugnance.

His tone was light, yet knowing Iwaizumi, you knew it was wavering on a more strict tone you really didn’t want to hear today.

Oikawa watched the interaction between the three of you, eyes narrowing as he did something nobody appreciates from him: he started plotting.

Oikawa watched the interaction between the three of you, eyes narrowing as he did something nobody appreciates from him: he started plotting.

To you and Issei, the nature of your relationship was that there wasn’t one at all. There was nothing but an indescribable hatred that will never go away because you guys just physically can’t stand the other.

To everyone else though? In Hanamaki’s words, “you guys just needed to fuck and get it over with already.” Sexual tension couldn’t fill half of the void the storm you and Mattsun left after every exchanged word. It nearly swallowed the room, the only two not able to see it being yourself and the middle blocker.

With an inquisitive look on his face, Oikawa decided the only way to get rid of this long lasting rivalry being now or never. “My dear Y/L/N, bad news.”

The words brought you back down to Earth, making you bite down a glare at the bored man in front of you and turning towards the setter.

“As much as I’d love to be the one to take you home,” he winks at you, long arm reaching out to lightly press itself against your cheek and you already see where this is going, “I just can’t—”

“Tooru..” Your voice wavered the same way Iwaizumi infamously did.

“Seriously Y/N-Chan, I hate being the bearer of bad news..” The sparkle in his eyes made you clench your jaw to prevent the scream from slipping through your lips. “But I had almost promised Iwa-chan and Makki a ride today.”

You could hear the slick in his voice, and you absolutely hated it. You hated how you knew exactly what was being planned. You knew in Oikawa’s stupid little head, he was formulating a stupid little plan thinking things would work out in his own stupid little way.

“I’m not getting into that fucking asshole’s car—”

“Oikawa I will purposely crash if she as much as steps foot in my car—”

“Get your fucking feet off my dashboard.” You hear his voice growl, long fingers reaching in front of him to press the Start-Stop button on his car and get the engine running.

You didn’t mean to press a sock-covered foot onto it, it’s just that you needed to adjust the anklet resting against your skin. You hadn’t caught when his eyes glanced over at the diamonds either, remaining for a second too long to be appropriate and quickly force it’s way in front of him.

With a slightly exaggerated roll of your eyes, you threw your head against the headrest and stared through the window to your side. You were wishing there was an awkward silence to torture Matsukawa’s ears, but instead, his phone automatically connected to its Bluetooth and began to play a song you surprisingly recognized.

He drove faster than you were sure he was supposed to. As soon as you blinked, he had already backed out of Seijoh’s parking lot and sped through the secluded roads and towards the city you inhabited.

Unwillingly, of course, you managed to steal a few glances at the brown-haired man next to you. His face was (surprise) as uninterested as ever, eyebrows resting dully above his hooded lids and lips turned just slightly down enough to look like a frown. Every now and then, his lips would go along with the song and his tongue would swipe across his bottom lip and into the corner of his cheek.

Matsukawa wasn’t an ugly guy. There wasn’t enough hatred in your soul to even try to lie against the idea. He was extremely tall, extremely fit, had a nice smile, and his voice matched his looks. If he wasn’t such a stuck up, emotionless asshole, he’d probably be one of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen. If and probably, of course.

“Gotta staring problem?” He muttered, head bobbing to the song in the background and that in itself just brought your cholesterol an unhealthy amount higher.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I see you have a lack of vocabulary too..” The banter between the two of you went back and forth, an awkward silence retching the car’s air after he sadly had the last word.

“I can’t believe there was a time you weren’t such a nuisance.” You nearly mouthed, words quiet enough to get lost within the lyrics of Kanye West, yet loud enough to get into Mattsun’s earshot and cause the car to abruptly park on the side of the nearly secluded road ahead of you.

“Hey, what the fu—”

“What’s your problem with me?” Matsukawa’s words haunted the air, and if you weren’t already awaiting his words, you might have actually been scared of the harshness in his tone.

“Me?” You questioned, using a hand to dramatically smack against your chest and glare at him in disbelief. “What’s your problem with me?”

He didn’t respond, only staring at you blankly and gripping on the steering wheel with enough aggression to taint the knuckles of his large hands white.

“Stop acting like a toddler,” the annoyance looked weird on him, and his usual nonchalant attitude disappeared with a mask of pure frustration that you’d be lying about if you said was ugly on him, “just tell me what the issue is so we can both stop whatever the fuck it is we have going on.”

“We,” you pointed between the two of you, “do not have anything going on, for your information.” You stubbornly crossed your arms across your chest, staring at him blankly and watching his large hand run across his face.

“You wouldn’t even be my type, you know damn well that isn’t what—”

Every word after the first half of the sentence drowned out as you continued to repeat it in your head. You wouldn’t even be my type. You wouldn’t even be my type. You wouldn’t even be my type…

“Earth to Y/N.” Mattsun snapped, glaring over at you and leaning his body back lazily against his driver’s seat. It was slightly reclined back, the comfortability of his position insinuating he didn’t plan on leaving until this conversation got somewhere.

“What do you mean I wouldn’t be your type?”

The words came out faster than you could acknowledge them. You didn’t regret speaking them, but you knew that they only worsened your situation. He would use this as if it was fuel to his never-ending out of fire of an ego and you hated it. The cold air in the car suddenly became more noticeable, goosebumps raising onto your exposed skin and making you feel as if all your senses were being ambushed.

“Well, well, well…” He begins to tease as if he was never angry, his large arms resting behind his head and that stupid smirk back onto his pink lips, “you feel some type of way about what I said?” His voice echoed into your ears as you did nothing but watch him in disbelief.

“You never stood a chance with me anyways.” You bit back at him.

Something in the air changed, but neither of you decided to acknowledge it. It was dark, the light from the dashboard doing nothing but illuminating your features and making Issei smirk to himself in the lack of lighting.

“How so?” He was antagonizing you, itching for you to continue to play his little game back with him because he had a plan. You could see it from the way he lazily blinked over at you, smirk still against his glowing face with nothing but arrogance and faux oblivion.

“You wouldn’t be able to handle me if you tried.”

Those words changed the aura within the car all in itself. You knew the double entendres of a statement could go any way with him. Deep down, you both knew exactly what you meant. Your words remained solid though, eyes staring at him like a fox refusing to glance away from his brown irises.

“Wanna try me?”

You were playing a dangerous game, you knew that. Something about you didn’t care though. There were many ways this conversation could’ve went, but you wouldn’t expect it to go in this direction.

The air in the room was thick, Issei’s brown irises watching you nothing short of predator like. No one spoke after those three words, and faintly, the change in mood also affected the change in genre of music as R&B began to slowly play through his speakers. You wanted to scoff.

His large ring covered hand suddenly inched towards your chin, gripping your jaw and forcing your eyesight on his own face. You weren’t one to blush, but the roughness to his calloused fingers brought a small tinge between your slightly exposed thighs.

“You gonna get in the back or I gotta force you back there?” His words commanded you, the strictness laced within the confines of his voice leaving you no option to do as he told.

Doing what Matsukawa said as if you were following his orders was something foreign to you. The temptation of doing as you pleased crossed the back of your mind, but the curiosity of seeing what he had in store filled you with much more satisfaction.

Without a word and instead settling for a simple eye roll, you kicked your shoes off and found your way between the two front seats and into the cold leather seats of the back of his car. It was cramped, surprisingly cleaner than you'd imagine, and smelt of nothing but Issei.

You would have enjoyed it if the circumstances were different.

Your body sat with your feet resting behind you, leaving a space open for him. The sound of his car door opening and shutting was the cause of the goosebumps rising against your skin.

Subconsciously, you knew were supposed to hate him. You were supposed to despise him for always being such an asshole to you, and you were never supposed to forgive him for anything he’s ever said to you out of his stupid smirking mouth.

You weren't supposed to be hopping into the backseat of his car after challenging him into sleeping with you. You weren’t supposed to be enjoying the feeling of his presence as it finally found its way next to you, the dark tints of his windows hiding his expression but not doing a good job at hiding the bulge hiding in the confinements of his sweatpants.

Your eyes glanced over his, quickly switching between the tent and his irises with an innocent smile on your face. “You gonna take those off or am I gonna have to force them off you?’

Mattsun had never laughed at anything you’d ever said. At least, never to your face. For the first time though, a soft chuckle left his lips as he hunched his body over and rolled his sweats down. You’d be lying if you said you never wanted to provoke that sound out of him again.

He wore Supreme black briefs, a smirk on his lips as he watched your eyes trail over to the excessively large print. His dick was long, curving deliciously to the left and making you fear for your own safety. The thought of that nearly made you drool.

Mattsun made a show of pulling his briefs down, his erection springing to life and showing you that he wasn't even fully hard yet. Maybe you would’ve felt some type of way about not arousing him as much as he was you, and you could thank the pool inside your panties for that, but something about it brought a glimmer to your eye Issei couldn’t ignore.

“Eager to suck my dick, huh?” His words ring against your ears, and you do nothing but give him a glare while getting on all fours across the backseat.

His long torso leaned against the car door, eyes boring onto your frame with a blank expression that drove you insane. You knew this was all an act, he had to have been pretending just to get a rise out of you. There was no way you could’ve missed the way his dick twitched when you got up to take your shorts off.

Your frame was left in a white t-shirt and a seamless green pair of panties known for their cheekster style. He would’ve told you that you looked absolutely delectable, but he'd never let you sit within that satisfaction.

You lowered yourself on all fours once again, holding your hair back with one hand and lowering yourself down between his long limbs. Your eyes just couldn't look away, the large veins running up and down his perfect looking length in a way that made you embarrassingly ready to shove it down your throat already.

And without another word, you opened your lips and allowed a trail of saliva to sliver down the underside of his dick. His thighs tensed up, but as you watched him through your lashes while lowering your lips onto his tip, his bored and expressionless face remained the same.

He couldn't take his eyes off the sight in front of him, as much as he'd hate to admit it. Your ass was up in the air, back arched in a way that nearly made him release a groan as your pretty little mouth left sloppy kisses along his throbbing tip. You used a free hand to run down his cock slowly, hands landing underneath his thick balls and holding them alongside the bottom half of his dick.

He tried to hold the hiss you took out of him, but you used that as an excuse to make him suffer even more. Almost as if it were a competition, you sucked your cheeks in while taking the rest him that fit into your mouth agonizingly slow.

Matsukawa was too big, not that you were complaining. You didn’t have much of a gag reflex, but his size goes beyond that. So in order to accommodate to the situation at hand, you lolled your tongue out across your bottom lip and easily slipped a bit more than half of him down your throat until he felt his tip tickle the back of it.

“Holy fuck..” He breathed out, words stopping as he bit his lip and tilted his head to get a better look at you.

Your eyes began to water, but you ignored the sensation to take a deep breath as you began to massage his balls and lower half with your saliva covered hands. You began to move your mouth in the opposite direction of your hands, touching just enough of his balls with your tongue to get him to grip a chunk of your hair from within your own hand.

“Fuck, just like that.” You never took your eyes off him, and Matsukawa found it even harder to control himself with the way you took so much of him with so much ease.

You hollowed your cheeks as you slipped his now fully-hard dick out your mouth. Trails of saliva followed, the explicit view of your teary eyes and sloppy lips making him groan within his throat.

“Fuck my throat.”

The words were harsh, your expression being just as blank as his once was, and Issei realized he wasn’t really the one in control here. Not if all it took was for you to tell him what to do and he was scrambling to do it like second nature.

His lips revealed that lazy smirk you wanted to fuck off his face, the large hand gripping your hair nearly shoving his dick back into your fresh, wet mouth. “Don’t mind if I do, princess.”

The nickname he called you didn't even have time to register in your mind, the sensation of Matsukawa forcing your head up and down his dick as much as he could being the only thing on your brain. You couldn't help the tears from slipping down your cheeks, eyes opening once again to hazily look over to the ones burning a hole into your face.

Matsukawa couldn’t find it in himself to look away from you. He wasn't sure if it was the tears, or the way you allowed him to fuck your throat so easily, or the drool leaking down into the balls you fondled at the same time, or even the way the hand once gripping your own hair found its way between your legs as he watched you play with yourself, but Issei decided this image was going to ruin everyone else for him.

He already decided he couldn't get enough of you. The sound of your gags filled with car in a nearly pornographic way, yet not once did you ask him to stop and he took note of that. 

“Fuck,” he broke out, eyes struggling to watch yours as his lips parted open, “you’re gonna make me cum,” his words were interrupted by a load groan. Your tongue found its way back onto his balls as his tip rammed into the back of your throat and Issei felt his toes curl. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..”

Right on time, you went against his strong grip and popped his dick out of your mouth with saliva drooling down in a way that looked so forbidden, Issei was sure he would’ve came at that sight alone.

“That was...”

“Not your type?” You bit at him, a mocking smile on your lips as you bit your lip and found your way onto the comfort of his lap.

It was weird, the way you felt like you fit perfectly within his frame as if it was a piece of a puzzle. Matsukawa would agree if he could, hands nearly instinctively finding its way onto the globed of your ass and pulling the fabric of your panties over and over again.

“Never in a million years.”

His smirk haunted you, lidded eyes staring at you once again and you realize Issei Matsukawa is a really hard guy to get a reaction out of. So taking the challenge yet again, you stared at him just as emotionless. Your fingers lifted the patch stuck to your folds, and the trail of wetness that dripped over onto both you and his own thighs was nearly sinful to the sore eyes.

It was hard to imagine taking a dick you were sure you could see in your stomach with such an expression, and you wouldn’t wish that suffering on your worst enemy. You couldn’t believe how much just half of him stretched your insides out, your walls sucking him in and barely being able to hold it in together.

“Don't worry, take your time.” Matsukawa’s tone was beyond condescending, the taunt behind his words bringing an anger within you enough to cloud your mind of all common sense. It was unexpected, the way your body just shoved the rest of him inside of your tight, pulsating hole and rested all your body weight on top of him.

“Fuck!” Both of you yelped out, your hands clawing at his chest while his gripped your ass cheeks apart in nothing but a burning sensation.

He filled you up to the brim, the sureness of him hitting your cervix causing your eyes to flutter at the feeling. You bit your lip, adjusting your body to where your feet were on either side of him on the backseat and your body was more able to move.

His eyes widened in surprise at your actions, the sound of both of your pants alongside the music that was long forgotten struggling to keep you attentive. Without warning, you lifted your body up and slammed back down onto him. The action brought a pretty little gasp out your lips, mouth parted and eyes clenched at just how fucking amazing the curve and thickness of his cock was.

“C’mon baby,” he whispered into your ears, hands reaching over to intertwine themselves with your own so you got better balance, “fuck me like you mean it.”

“You’re such an asshole.” You breathed out, beginning to bounce your body up and down his dick perfect enough to hear the squelching sounds of your wetness after every impact. Issei groaned, eyes glued to the sight of where your pussy swallowed him whole and spit him back out over and over again.

“Mm, what else baby?”

Issei’s bored resolve started to crack, groans slipping through his lips in a way that made you tighten up against him even more if it were possible. Your hands gripped his intertwined ones, bouncing up and down faster than you could probably handle. The sensation of his dick hitting your cervix over and over causing you to arch your back closer into his body as you bounced.

The sound of your body slamming into his began to quicken, the strength of your legs giving up as you realized his started to fuck you back from the bottom and drill his length into you.

“Fuck, Issei…” You moaned out embarrassingly loud, Mattsun’s eyes watching you with curiosity in his irises from the way he wanted to figure out how to get you to moan out like that again.

“Don’t be shy now,” he teased, the strain in his voice telling you that even if he was torturing you with the pounding of his dick, he was enjoying it just as much as you, “where’d all that mouth go, pretty?”

You felt yourself clench at the nickname, head leaning back and leaving your neck open for him to lick a trail over towards your jaw and softly bite the plush skin. The windows began to fog up, the sensation of your poor pussy taking him in and out and quick pace causing the car to jump up and down with each stroke.

“F-fuck,” you stuttered out, nearly crying out when his hands found it’s way towards under your ass to support you as he drilled all of this thickness into your throbbing pussy.

The familiar knot began to grow within your stomach, and your hand found it’s way between his messy locks only to grab it and tilt his head roughly back against the window. A surprised groan left his lips, eyes staring up at you widely with a smirk endured from straight pleasure shot up his lips.

“You gonna cum all on daddy’s dick?”

Usually the words would have made you cringe, and you wanted to bite a snarky remark at him for the name. Yet something in you grew feral at the sentence, beginning to rub your clit against him each time you harshly dropped down as you roughened your grip on his hair.

“Fuck yes, daddy, make me cum,” your words tickled his ears, the moans at the end of each word bringing Matsukawa into a state of euphoria. He could hear you say that to him for the rest of his life, if he could.

“Come on baby,” he groaned out harshly, smacking your ass enough to leave a sting that made you cry out into his neck, “give it to me!”

His words echoed in your ears, your loud cries like music to his ears as he watched you fuck him back just as rough as he was being with you. Your hand pulled his head back once again, his scalp hitting the window harshly but he didn’t care once your lips came crashing onto his.

It was nothing but teeth and tongue, sucking on each other’s muscles and making out as if nothing in this world could ever be right again without it. His hands gripped your ass once again, spreading them harshly apart and spanking them with as much toughness that went into spiking a volleyball.

You screamed into his mouth, words being unable to come out as he began to drill into you even rougher and faster than you knew was possible. Your legs had long given out at this point, simply being tossed up and down like a rag doll by Issei’s strong arms and cocky attitude. You were in heaven, even if you’d never admit it.

“I— I hate you,” you fought to yelp out, pussy beginning to squeeze at the feeling you knew all too well as you stared into his eyes and made him look at you as if he was seeing God, “but you fuck me— fuck, you fuck me so good..”

Your words became faint whispers, stars beginning to formulate instead of his once brown irises and bring you into a state of euphoria.

“Daddy I’m gonna—” The words were stolen from your lips as Matsukawa slammed your lips against his own and gripped your back close to his chest.

“Cum baby,” he groaned into your lips, your own sounds preventing you from being able to kiss him back as your covered tits bounced into the confinement of his chest, “cum on daddy’s big dick.”

The words brought a vibration within you, a mantra of the words daddy and please slipping as you felt the euphoria take over your body and leave you with nearly nothing inside you. Issei could practically feel you cum, his own resolve giving out as his shot his thick cum into your throbbing pussy and bringing another scream from between your swollen lips.

“Take it, good girl— fuck yes..” Words slipped from his mouth without his own permission, the sensation of your pussy holding him within you as if it never wanted to let him go and he really wouldn’t mind.

Nothing but your struggles to catch your own breath filled the car, his own haunting the ghost of your ear as you laid out across his chest with saliva threatening to slip from your lips and cum leaking down both of your thighs. It was absolutely disgusting if you really thought about it, but the idea of knowing you had just slutted each other out so sinfully brought your toes to curl one last time.

No one said a word, and as much as you wanted to comment on how he was still gripping your chest against his own, you decided to go against it and try to find reality from the solitude of his wide chest. You could hear Brent Faiyaz on the radio, the view of just how foggy the windows were making you giggle to yourself.

“What’s funny?” The rumble of the words against his chest caused your pussy to throb once again, and you had almost forgotten he was still lodged inside of you with a load of cum threatening to spill out.

“Nothing.” Your voice was gone, and as embarrassing as it was, Issei mentally found himself obsessing over how raspy it got.

The silence was calm, yet the awkward conversation of what next lingered within the air between the two of you. You knew it was going to come soon, and you weren’t really sure of what could possibly happen afterwards. There was no going back from this, Issei Matsukawa had fucked you so good, you never wanted to fuck anyone else again.

The first to break it was Mattsun, which took you by surprise. His large hands found their way towards you cheek, caressing your head as his pushed you back far enough to face him with fucked out eyes and swollen lips and Issei convinces himself you’re one of the seven wonders of the world.

“We should do that again sometime.” He suggests, bored eyes staring into yours as you noticed the small smile lifting amongst the corner of his lips. You wanted to smile back, but the idea of having some more fun with him seemed quite better.

“Eh,” you replied, lifting your weakened body back into his straddling state and biting your lips as you placed both hands across his broad chest. You notice the way his cock twitches hungrily within you, and you realize you were gonna enjoy this a bit too much.

He’s seeing stars, thinking the hottest thing he’s ever seen is a fucked out you staring at him this way and you realize you’ve finally won. You stare at him, bored eyes and a lazy smirk on your lips mimicking the face he spent all his life mastering.

“You’re not really my type.”

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paper tiger (part one) – min yoongi x f!reader

➥ word count: 3.7k | college!au | bullet points | fluff | e2f2l | angst (later)

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➥ a/n:  this was originally gonna be a fully written fic but i’m turning it into bullet points and using it as a springboard to (hopefully) escape my writing block. there will be a part two to this!! and probably more depending on how far i go with it! my schedule’s just been,, pretty crazy lol. anyway, feedback is appreciated, as always, and i hope you enjoy ♡

truth be told, you never would have imagined your path would cross with that of the infamous campus “bad boy,” min yoongi. you thought you two were—for lack of better phrasing—complete polar opposites. but then an introductory poetry class forces you both together for a semester-long project, and you learn how to read between more than just the written lines.

it’s move-in day for the new year at your university

you and your friends all made a deal to get there around the same time to help each other get settled bc unpacking can be a bit of a bitch

you normally share a dorm with one of them, but there’s an odd number of you guys this year since nayeon graduated last semester

so you—being the amazing friend you are—took one for the team and accepted the random placement

you’re the first of your group to arrive when you get to campus, so you decide you may as well start taking things up to your room while you wait

fighting your way through the chaos in the main room is a bit of a struggle, but you finally manage to may your way to the elevators

luckily, there’s already one waiting when you get there and with only one other person standing inside

he looks like he must be another student, but for some reason you can’t shake the feeling there’s something familiar about him

maybe you’ve seen him at one of those parties nayeon liked to drag you along to??

the elevator doors start closing before you can dwell on it for too long

your eyes widen and you break into a small jog, clutching onto your box of belongings for dear life as you hurry to make it in time

“wait!” you call out to the guy already in the elevator. “hold the doors, please!”

he doesn’t even look up from his phone.

the elevator doors shut right as you reach them

you slow to a stop with a small huff, trying not to be too frustrated at the fact that that guy just completely blew you off

pretended like he didn’t even notice you sprinting towards him like a mad woman

alright, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but it was still rude

what kind of asshole lets the doors close right in someone’s face just so they can get to their floor a few seconds earlier??

you roll your eyes, pressing the button to call for another elevator and pushing mr. “i’m too impatient to hold the door for two seconds” out of your mind

your friends will be there any minute and you guys have lunch planned after you’re finished unpacking, so you’ve got plenty of other things to focus on

no use getting all worked up over some random guy you’ll probably never see again anyway, even if he was a dick

after spending more time than you’d like to admit lost in the halls, you finally reach your dorm

only to find that your dormmate—whomever they may be—has already taken the liberty to unpack all of their things

and you mean all of their things

the place is already completely cluttered despite it being the very first day and your dormmate being nowhere in sight

you decide figuring that out will just have to be later y/n’s problem, though, bc it’s not long before you get a text from jihyo asking where your dorm is

it’s accompanied by a selfie with all the girls crowded behind her, bright smiles on their faces

you feel a smile of your own coming on as you type out a response

maybe today will go back to looking up after all

later that day, you’re at lunch with all your friends, sharing what you guys did over the summer while you weren’t together

you were pleasantly surprised to find nayeon tagged along, happy to see your old dormie even if you couldn’t live together anymore

you’re in the middle of telling her about a mishap with the bookcase in your new dorm—let’s just say you were not expecting to find a collection of...“adult” novels while putting your textbooks away—when something across the restaurant catches your eye

sitting there, at a booth secluded in the corner, is the asshole guy from the elevator this morning

you kinda panic a bit upon seeing him, hitting your knee on the bottom of the table and catching the attention of the other girls

“everything okay?” jeongyeon asks

you vaguely gesture to the stranger sitting at the table in the corner, briefly explaining what happened w the elevator this morning

you ask nayeon if he was at one of those parties like you thought

“oh, yeah, i know him! that’s min yoongi!” she exclaims. “but i don’t really think he’s the type who would be at one of jackson’s parties.”

this prompts a conversation on just what “type” min yoongi is

which, of course, is the “bad boy”

your friends then take turns speculating about him and the kind of person he is, some even sharing rumors they’ve heard about the infamous min yoongi around campus

jihyo says he used to be the star of the university’s basketball team until he got kicked off for some mysterious reason

“everyone thinks it was fighting or drugs or maybe even something worse, but no one really knows what happened,” she shrugs.

you just kinda nod along, eyes drifting back to the black-haired boy sitting with his small group of friends

you briefly wonder if he’s really all that bad when his eyes suddenly flash up to meet yours

and while you think he’s absolutely beautiful

his glare intimidates you to your very core

and you can’t help but think that maybe the stories are true

the next time you see min yoongi is on the first official day of classes

and you’re running late to your first one bc your dormmate—whom you still have not seen, let alone met—somehow moved your toiletry bag before you could take a shower

you’re on the verge of a breakdown, absolutely refusing to walk in late on the very first day and sprinting across campus with your still-damp hair flailing around behind you

you (unceremoniously) burst into the classroom two minutes before class is scheduled to start, drawing everyone’s attention to you as you stand in the doorway catching your breath

obviously embarrassed but glad not to be late, you sheepishly slink to one of the last available seats in the back of the room

everyone’s eyes are thankfully pulled off of you when the professor starts talking seconds later and you take a moment to actually collect yourself

the professor rattles on about beginning of the semester stuff, attendance and syllabi and all that crap

you kinda let yourself go into daydream mode while he talks

it’s an introductory english class focused solely on poetry and you’re really only taking it to fulfill a liberal arts requirement for your degree

pretty much expected to be your fluff class for this semester tbh

the sound of the classroom door slamming jolts you out of your thoughts, and you jump when you hear a deep voice next to you

you look up to find, lo and behold, none other than min fucking yoongi asking if the seat next to you is available

admittedly, your first reaction is to look around and make sure he’s talking to you, and then see if there’s any other empty seats that are not right next to you

unfortunately (for you, that is), there aren’t, so you have no choice but to nervously nod your head

yoongi doesn’t say anything else as he sits down and you wonder if he recognizes you from the elevator the other day

somewhat hoping he’ll apologize or something so you’ll at least be a little less intimated

but he doesn’t

he doesn’t say anything else for the rest of the class period, doesn’t even look in your general direction at all, and gets up as soon as the professor releases the class

you try not to think too much about it or let it bother you

you take a minute to pack up your thinks since your next class isn’t for a while, standing up from your chair and getting ready to leave when you notice something underneath the desk

you kneel down to pick up the worn, bound notebook and look around to see if any of the students left in the classroom claim it

but no one seems to bat an eye

the next class is already starting to filter in and you don’t want to linger, so you just decide to take it with you for now

you head to the library for a quiet lunch, where you had planned on getting a head start actually reading the syllabi for some of your classes

at least, until that notebook spills out of your bag

it falls open on the floor, giving you a good view of what looks like a poem scribbled on its page

you know you have no business reading it since it’s not yours and is probably fairly personal stuff from your initial skimming

but, soon enough, your curiosity eventually takes over and you’re scanning through the pages and reading the words heartfully scrawled within them

and honestly... your heart kinda breaks for whoever this person is

“the moment i’m flying high as i wished / my shadow grows in that blasting stark light / please don’t let me shine / don’t let me down, don’t let me fly”

their pain is evident in their words, bleeding off the page and right into your sympathetic heart

you have to push those feelings away, though, when you realize there’s about ten minutes left before your next class starts

and that what you just did is a huge invasion of privacy

but... as you sit down in your next lecture...

you can’t help but wonder who the journal’s owner is

and just who came up with all those beautiful words

that night, you and your friends (minus nayeon :( ) are all collected in momo and sana’s dorm room to recount how your first day of the semester has gone

dahyun’s halfway through a story about a girl who took off her shirt to wipe up some coffee she spilled (a real thing that i actually  experienced btw) when you remember the journal

jeongyeon, noticing your lack of attention, asks what’s up

you start with the journal—even guiltily admitting that you may have read a page or two—which then reminds you of your first class that morning

including your experience sitting next to a certain min yoongi

surprisingly, your friends seem to gloss over the fact that you snooped into some stranger’s personal thoughts and feelings and jump to hear about the infamous bad boy who chose to sit next to you of all people

(you pretend to only take a little bit of offense to that)

they ask what he was like and if he said anything to you and if he’s really as scary as people say he is

and you?? don’t really have anything to say?

yeah, he intimidates you to hell and back, but it’s not like he actively did anything to make you afraid of him in any way

you... would maybe even go as far as to say he was kinda cute, even with the seemingly permanent scowl on his face

your friends definitely don’t miss that part

they all start teasing you—in good faith—about having a crush on the “bad boy,” and after only one day of class, no les

you’re adamant that it’s not like that and that you wouldn’t want to get yourself involved with someone “like him” anyway

(even though you really have no idea what that means)

thankfully, your friends let it go pretty fast and move onto some other piece of drama that managed to occur that day

but not before jeongyeon says something, albeit jokingly, that sticks in the back of your mind

“who knows? maybe that mystery journal actually belongs to mr. bad boy himself.”

could it...?

no, that’s probably not it

you decide that can’t be true

what are the chances of min yoongi being able to write like that??

the rest of the night goes by pretty much without incident and you return back to your dorm fairly late

your dormmate is still m.i.a., or at least they are to you

you’re honestly starting to think you’re living with some kind of ghost

how is it possible that you still haven’t run into each other??

but anyway

now that you’re finally alone again...

your mind wanders back to the journal

and its owner

yoongi definitely doesn’t strike you as the type to write something like that

you’re not an expert on poetry or anything (actually quite the opposite), but you just don’t see how it could be him

still, the thought lingers in the back of your mind as you fall asleep

along with the stark image of two dark, clouded eyes

a couple days later, you once again find yourself walking into the lecture hall for your (and yoongi’s) poetry class

with a full day between the last time you’ve seen yoongi, you’ve kinda been able to push him and the journal from your thoughts

you only had a few classes yesterday and spent the rest of your time either waiting for your elusive dormmate to finally reveal themselves or reorganizing your class folders while listening to some music

you never really thought of yourself as a “creative” person, but music was one of the few arts that you could actually find yourself getting lost in

but between school and grades and just growing up in general you found yourself unable to express that passion more and more

and now here you are, an emotionally constipated perfectionist who would sooner keel over than be able to write anything like what was in that journal

and there you go, thinking about it again

at least this time it’s a good thing, since you’re sitting in your poetry class eyeing all the students who walk in

you got there early this time in the hopes of finding the journal’s owner, but so far none of the people who have walked in strike you as the person behind the poems you haven’t been able to shake

then your professor arrives and starts his lecture, and you can’t help but feel a little disappointed as you solemnly resort to taking notes

min yoongi walks in late, again, and you’re surprised when he still sits next to you despite the various empty seats in other parts of the room

you begrudgingly notice that he seems kinda nervous or on edge

you debate asking him if the journal belongs to him when the professor announces the first big “project” of the semester

wow, second day and you’re already getting into the real shit

they really do move quick, don’t they??

he clarifies that yes, it is a big project and a big part of your final grade but that’s why he’s letting you know about it this early

the project is something that’ll take place over the entire semester and will require you to work with at least one other student

already, you’re like “oh fuck” because you don’t know anyone else in the class and you hate group projects as is

why should you have to put your grade in the hands of some other students when you have no idea what kinda work ethic they have??

and especially when you can do it just as well all by yourself???

but before you can mentally rant anymore, your professor goes on to explain what the project actually is

everyone is tasked with writing a series of poems throughout the semester. a portfolio of sorts

they can be as long as you want or in any poetic form you want, as long as they come from the heart and mean something to the person writing them

everyone else seems pretty excited about it but you’re just sitting there confused as hell bc “wtf does that mean??”

but you don’t even get the chance to think about that before someone—a boy in the front row with an?? australian? accent—asks, “then what do we have to work with someone else on?”

and your professor goes on to explain

whoever you work with is basically going to be who you’re bouncing your ideas off of

he wants you to share your poems and ideas back and forth for the entire semester and get your partner’s opinion on your writing before it makes its way to him

see if they can tell if it’s coming from your heart before it gets to the real deal

and then, at the end of the semester, when you (supposedly) have a better understanding of each other due to “connecting” over your poems for four months

you have to write one final poem together and turn it in to him with the rest of your “portfolio”

uhh... what?

he’s expecting you to not only communicate and share your “deepest thoughts” with some stranger in this random fluff class that you basically only took for the easy grade

but he wants you to actually sit down and talk about theirs, too??

the professor finishes up by telling the class they can start splitting off into duos/group now if they want, as long as everyone’s found someone to work with and let him know by next week

he doesn’t “want you guy to waste any time when you could be reflecting!” and people are already starting to flock together inside the classroom

you sit there kinda slack-jawed for a few minutes, watching how most of the class is already finding their groups and declaring themselves partners for the weeks to come

the first thing you think about is how the hell you’re going to find someone adequate to work with by next week

the next is whether you should try and find the journal owner to be your partner

you already know they have a pretty good idea of what they’re doing when it comes to poetry

and, honestly, that’s what you’re going to need since you haven’t been much of a creative yourself for a while now

but how are you going to do that when you have no idea who the journal owner even is??

yoongi, who has also made no attempt to find a partner of his own, rises from his seat, the chair loudly dragging across the tile floor

you’re pulled from your thought yet again, just in time to watch his back as he walks through the classroom door

something in the back of your mind nags at you to go after him as he walks away, but you force it down with a shake of your head

even if he was the journal’s author, there’s no way in hell you’re sticking yourself with min yoongi for the rest of the semester

a week later, you’re just about at your wit’s end

you spent all of the time your professor allocated to you trying to find a partner but it seems like pretty much everyone has already found someone to work with

and you’re too much of a coward to ask if you can join any of the other existing groups

(that and you really want to keep the amount of people you have to interact with to a minimum)

and on top of that, you still don’t know who the journal’s owner is

the two class periods you had in between were just as helpful as the first one you spent looking

meaning not at all

and on top of that

you’re quickly finding that you can’t write poems for shit

everything you’ve tried to write so far has some out sounding forced and cliche

how is it so easy for agust d to do it?

oh, yeah, you also found some kind of nickname or something scribbled into the back cover of the journal, which is what you started calling the owner from then on

at least, what you’ve been calling them in your head

your friends kind of lost interest in the “mysterious journal” story shortly after jihyo started going out with one of the captain on the rival school’s dance team

so you’ve pretty much been left to figure things out on your own

anyway, you walk into class ready to ask your professor if he would be willing to make an exception and let you work by yourself when you receive an odd surprise

min yoongi, who has continued to sit next to you over the past week, is not only back in his “usual” set, but he’s actually there early

you’ve grown so used to him walking in late that it’s a bit of a shock and you forget all about why you wanted to talk to your professor and sit down

and before you know it, class is started and he’s calling for everyone who hasn’t already confirmed their partners with him to come down and do it now

you almost feel like your heart’s going to jump out of your chest

you still don’t have a partner and you really don’t think there’s anymore time to find one now

maybe there’ll be an odd number of people in the class and he’ll just let you go solo anyway?

or will he make you join another group since he technically said it doesn’t have to be just two people?

you’re about to overthink yourself into a panic attack when someone—pretty aggressively—poke your shoulder

you turn to ask them to leave you alone when you realize it’s none other than min yoongi himself

he’s sitting there staring at you with this bored look on his face and you’re about to ask what he wants when he says,

“do you wanna work together?”

and you blink

“w-what?”

“do you want to work together?” he repeats. “or do you already have a partner?”

well, you can’t really say no now, can you?

not when your professor’s getting closer to your name on the roster and yoongi’s staring at you expectantly with those shrouded eyes and you really don’t have a part and he’ll find out that you lied if you say you do and—

“...do you already have one?”

you inwardly cringe as soon as the question leaves your mouth

min yoongi, however, raises a brow

“would i be asking you if i did?”

“...”

you stay silent for a moment

“okay, yeah. we can work together”

and that’s how you ended up stuck with min yoongi for the semester