#and I had to be around him and just wanted to scream the entire time

[ghostlyglimmer]

The Fun Zone: Chapter 16

Had to do a doodle of my favorite chapter of my fic.

The Fun Zone was unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon, which made Danny suspicious. Normally, kids were running around, screaming over their ticket totals or fighting over the last slice of pizza. But today, it was eerily calm.

That was until the front door opened, and a massive figure ducked inside. The arcade fell silent as Killer Croc—towering, scaly, and looking very out of place—stood in the doorway.

Danny blinked, frozen in place behind the counter. “Uh… welcome to The Fun Zone?”

Croc grunted, his yellow eyes scanning the room. For a moment, Danny thought he was going to rip the skee-ball machines apart or turn the go-kart track into a wrestling ring. But then, Croc’s gaze landed on the claw machine.

“What’s that?” Croc growled, pointing a clawed finger.

Danny followed his gaze. “The claw machine?”

Croc nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. “What’s in it?”

Danny hesitated. “Uh, stuffed animals, mostly. A couple of plushies, keychains, some candy—”

“I want the crocodile,” Croc interrupted, stepping closer. His massive frame loomed over the machine as he squinted at a small green stuffed crocodile wedged between a panda and a rainbow-colored unicorn.

Danny tilted his head. “You… want the plushie?”

Croc nodded again, his claws tapping impatiently on the machine’s glass. “How?”

Danny walked over, trying not to look as nervous as he felt. “Uh, you just put some tokens in and use the claw to grab it. It’s… harder than it looks.”

Croc grunted and fished a handful of change from his pocket, slamming it onto the counter. “Tokens. Now.”

Danny scrambled to exchange the money, handing over a stack of tokens. Croc shoved one into the machine and gripped the joystick with surprising delicacy for someone his size. The claw creaked as it descended toward the crocodile, wobbling slightly before clamping down on its tail.

For a brief, glorious moment, it looked like Croc might win. But then, as the claw ascended, the plushie slipped through its grasp and fell back into the pile.

Croc growled, his teeth bared. “It dropped it.”

“Yeah, uh…” Danny scratched the back of his neck. “It’s kind of a scam. The claw’s weak on purpose.”

Croc turned to him, narrowing his eyes. “Fix it.”

Danny held up his hands. “I can’t! It’s rigged by the manufacturer. But I can, uh, coach you?”

Croc stared at him for a long moment before nodding. “Fine. Teach me.”

 

Over the next hour, Danny coached Croc through countless attempts to snag the plushie. They tried angling the claw, timing the drop perfectly, even jiggling the joystick to get a better grip. Each time, the claw either missed entirely or dropped the crocodile just before it reached the prize chute.

“You’ve almost got it,” Danny said for the twelfth time, trying to sound encouraging as Croc jammed another token into the machine. “Just… a little more to the left.”

Croc’s tail twitched in frustration, but he followed Danny’s instructions. The claw descended, grabbed the crocodile by its snout, and finally—finally—dropped it into the chute.

Croc stared at the prize slot, his eyes wide with disbelief. Slowly, he reached in and pulled out the plushie, holding it like it was the most precious thing in the world.

“I got it,” Croc said, his voice softer than Danny had ever heard it. “I got Lil’ Croc.”

Danny blinked. “Lil’ Croc?”

Croc nodded, cradling the stuffed animal like a baby. “Yeah. Lil’ Croc.”

Danny suppressed a laugh. “Well, uh, congrats. You earned it.”

 

Word spread quickly among Gotham’s rogues that Killer Croc had a new companion. Wherever he went, Lil’ Croc went too. He carried it to meetings with Penguin, perched it on his shoulder during heists, and even set it on the table during card games at the Iceberg Lounge.

Penguin was baffled. “Is that… a toy?”

Croc growled. “He is Lil’ Croc. Say hi.”

Penguin blinked, unsure if Croc was joking. “Uh… hi?”

Scarecrow tilted his head, examining the plushie. “Psychologically fascinating,” he muttered. “A manifestation of suppressed nurturing instincts, perhaps?”

Harley Quinn thought it was adorable. “Aw, Croccy! You got a baby! Can I babysit?”

“No,” Croc said firmly, pulling Lil’ Croc closer.

Even Joker, who rarely cared about anyone else’s quirks, raised an eyebrow. “What’s next, Croc? Matching outfits?”

Croc bared his teeth. “You touch Lil’ Croc, and I’ll rip your arms off.”

A few days later, Croc returned to The Fun Zone with Lil’ Croc in tow. He set the plushie on the counter and stared at Danny.

“I need tokens,” Croc said. “For backup.”

Danny grinned, handing him a stack of tokens. “You’re really committed to this, huh?”

Croc nodded solemnly. “Lil’ Croc deserves friends.”

Danny watched as Croc lumbered back to the claw machine, his massive hands surprisingly gentle as he tried for a stuffed panda. Shaking his head, Danny turned to Jason, who had just walked out of the back office.

“What’s going on?” Jason asked, his gaze fixed on Croc.

Danny smirked. “Just Gotham’s best Fun Zone customer bonding with his new plushie family.”

Jason stared for a long moment before wiping his hands down his face and grumbling towards his office.

Danny chuckled watching his hard ass of a boss exasperated at the scene.

[bweeeb]

SHE

Summary: When Mattheo and Theodore really fill you up for the first time they guarantee that you will never get hurt.

warnings: English is not my first language. It's very short, nothing special. Maybe a start to something if you want.

Maybe you were the problem.You definitely weren’t the problem.But what if you were?For an entire month, you hadn’t dared to lower your head, but every time you entered your dormitory or prepared to step into a crowded room, the air emptied from your chest.You felt like you were walking in circles—this was supposed to be a better year.

By the Gods, every time your parents asked in letters about new friends and school activities, you bit your cheek so hard that you tasted blood, just to gather the courage to lie to them.You had left Ilvermorny because of the exclusion the girls always subjected you to. Your only friend had been transferred, leaving you alone with the terrifying feeling of never having a moment of peace in that place.Hogwarts was supposed to be a good school, a place where you could make new friends and have fewer blackmailers around. And yet, two months later, there you were, your books thrown to the ground along with a frog conjured by one of the Slytherins.— Hahaha, wow, thanks, that was really funny. You muttered with no emotion in your voice as you knelt down, using one of your books to swat away the slimy frog and gather the rest of your things.

— Are you complaining, you freak? I could shut that little mouth of yours right in the position you're in. One of them said, stepping closer and gripping your hair tightly, making your eyes water from the pain.

— She’s not even that ugly. I think I could actually get hard looking at her like this.Another one of them said, laughing along with the others.

— Fuck off, stop touching me.

You growled, feeling the tears spill involuntarily down your cheeks.— I can’t believe you’re a Slytherin—you’re a disgrace, that’s what you are.

Voices in the corridor started echoing closer.

— Hey, what the fuck is going on here?The Italian accent gave away Theodore Nott from his very first word.

— Just stay out of this, man.Another voice, and it was obvious that Mattheo Riddle was the one with the rough, uninterested tone.

— Dude, she’s crying.Your whimpers were loud

—there was no way to deny it.

— Some cry, some scream with joy, I don’t decide that.Mattheo said, rolling his eyes.

— Come on, Mattheo, stop being an asshole.

— Shit. Hey, girl, are you okay?Mattheo stepped into the corridor and saw the malicious faces of the three Slytherin boys. But if it had been just any guys, Mattheo might not have immediately known something was wrong. But with that trio, something was always wrong.

— Fuck.

Riddle muttered, approaching with Theodore at his side in long strides. — You idiots, let her go.

— Stay out of this, Nott.

— So that means I can punch you, then.Before even getting a response, Mattheo punched the guy holding you hard, knocking him to the ground.

— What were you planning, huh?Nott asked, threatening the other two boys, who started shaking their heads while Mattheo kept hitting the one on the floor.

— N-nothing.

— W-we swear, w-we don’t want a-anything to do with that bitch.

As soon as those words left one of their mouths, Theo clicked his tongue against his teeth and punched the guy in the face, giving enough time for the other one to run away.

— Don’t. Talk. About. Her. Like. That.

He said, pausing between words as he increased the force of his punches.

— You and your friends better not even look in her direction, do you understand me?Theo heard Mattheo say to the other guy, gripping the bloodied collar of his shirt. As soon as the two ran off, battered and bruised, both boys turned their gaze to you—fragile, wide-eyed, clutching your books tightly.

— Thank you. You whispered, embarrassed, and quickly got up from the floor, wanting to get away from there as fast as possible. Then, you disappeared down the corridor, still under the watchful eyes of a very intrigued Theo and Mattheo.

— Dude, how many times do you think this happens?

— I’ve seen her around once. Should’ve paid more attention. She’s cute.

— No one fucking touches her.

— Not anymore.

[ilysungho]

hiii what do you think about the boynextdoor members + sad sex?? maybe they're aware you two are going to break up soon or know there is something wrong with the relationship (i honestly love angst)

i actually have some ideas but itd be great to hear yours too since you write amazingly

thank you so much for your compliments love! this is so different from all the other asks i've had, thank you for asking me this! i'd love to hear your thoughts too so please feel free to leave them any time, and let me know what you think of mine as well~ i wrote short scenarios for each of the members as i thought that was the best way to express the emotions. they aren’t as focused on the sex, but rather the emotions. leehan’s is inspired by this post!

contains: a lot of angst and sadness and tears, sad sex, husband!sungho x wife!reader, situationship!leehan x fem!reader, everyone else is in an established relationship (bf/gf), sungho/riwoo live with reader, lowercase intended

sungho - fixing a breaking marriage

there would be a lot of tears from both you and him, though not a lot of words are being exchanged as he holds you so impossibly close, yet still pulling you closer. bruised lips would show how much one means to the other as he gives you slow, deep strokes. eventually, he would be the first to break the silence, his words cutting through the sadness as he utters three simple words: i love you. and at that, you’d be crying harder than you already were, nodding while repeating those words back to him. he’d crack a small smile at you, relieved to know that you still care for him, at least enough to say the sentence back to him. you both know that both of you messed up somewhere along the line, but neither of you were ready to admit it. and as days went on, it felt like both of you were walking on eggshells around each other despite being married for 2 years, together for 5. his strong arms held you close as he started to be more vocal, asking you how it all feels so he can be better, not only at the moment but also as your life partner. he wanted nothing more than to stay as your husband, and he knows you reciprocate those feelings. so you tell him everything, through actions and words, for better, but not for worse.

riwoo - words that should've been left unsaid

"let's just break up then!" riwoo's voice echoes through the room as he stood up to leave. it was pretty normal for the two of you to have disagreements over small and meaningless things, the occasional arguments making way. yet it had never been as big as the current one you were both having. a little nagging turned into a course of reasons why he isn't being a very good helper around the house, which then turned into a screaming match between the two of you. neither of you knew why the argument became this extreme. he roamed around the park nearby as you sat on your shared bed in shock. you processed your pain and anger, ultimately deciding to take a leave for a couple days to really think things through, getting up to pack a light suitcase. about ten minutes after you began, riwoo comes back and is standing by the door frame with his eyebrows arching high. "babe i didn't actually mean it." he'd say as he tries to get you stop, only getting you to do so when he pulls you to him. "you're not going anywhere, you got that?" you're glaring at him the entire time, anger through the sky at the thought of that sentence slipping out of his tongue. he notices your expression at him not faltering, leaning in then to kiss you, apologizing to you continuously as he laid you down to properly convey his sorrys by giving you unforgettable pleasure.

jaehyun - closing the distance

he'd be very sad, hearing you say some things he never thought would come out of your mouth. jaehyun knew his schedule was too busy, yet he always tries to make time for you. days turned into hours, hours turned into minutes, and minutes turned into nothing. the distance between the two of you grew exponentially as he tried to juggle so many things at once. when you said that you were thinking of potentially breaking up with him because of how the relationship didn't even feel like what it's supposed to be anymore, he's on the verge of breaking down. it wasn't until you were at the door, questions with unanswered motives hanging over the two of you when he hugged you from behind, sobbing into your shoulder. jaehyun didn't want to let go of you, pleading you to stay with him as you tried to get his hands to loosen up. you turned around to face him, giving him a hard kiss full of requited pain and emotions. he'd kiss you through the tears, following your movements into his room as the kiss turned into more. you both hadn't been so close in a long while, but it felt like the right place to be in as he showed you his undying love for you in any way he could for the rest of the night.

taesan - instincts on point

if a relationship with you was something he didn't want to keep anymore, then he would've made it very clear. you know he would've told you that he can't be with you while also juggling all other aspects of his life. you know that, yet you still find yourself begging him to spend more time with you, to give you more attention, to properly communicate with you even. and the worst part of it all is that taesan knows it all. he knows it and that is why, the second before you could hit the send button asking him to break up with you, he's standing outside your main door, drenched in the rainwater and breathless. as soon as you open the door, he comes in and slams the door shut, kissing you hungrily against it before you could utter a word. he's pulling you in with him as he discards his wet clothes along with your nightwear. as you both reach the main bedroom, he's pinning you against the mattress as he says how he could feel something was wrong and came to ask you himself. you'd be shocked to see how strong his senses are, not saying anything as you pulled his face to your own to kiss him through your tears that finally spilled out, turning you both over so that now you are straddling him. "let me do this please," you say with a breaking voice, inserting his length into you while he pulled you down to kiss you again, unable to keep himself apart from you for too long.

leehan - end of an era

leehan held onto your figure, hugging your shoulders as the faint sound of the tv reverberated through the room. “let’s not meet anymore. this should be the last time we do.” well, those were the exact words leehan expected yet didn’t want to hear. he was… stunned to say the least, absolutely quiet as you looked at him to see any reaction he’d put on his face. being in a situationship was the hardest thing for you, especially when it was with someone like leehan who was practically perfect, yet far from it at the same time. “ok… i understand.” those weren’t the words he wanted to utter, yet he was afraid of fighting for you. he knew that if he stayed, it would all end up going wrong eventually. he had convinced himself of it and doesn’t even want to try to salvage what’s left of it. he knows he fucked up, he always does, but you are only doing what’s best for you and he respects your decision. he’s too in love with you for you to not choose what’s best for you. he’d hold your body close as you both share such intimate moments for the last time, kissing and letting sounds of painful love show through instead of direct words signifying the end of an era. an end of an era because of his denial of needing you, tears falling as he holds you one last time before letting go of all traces of you.

[dreaminguponlilypads]

Can I request a male reader with tf141?I need some comfort so how would they comfort a crying reader or if he's having a panic attack?

ofcc!! hope youre feeling better now btw 💗💗!

STEADY, MATE.

male!reader x TF 141

It was happening again.

Your chest was too tight, your hands clammy and shaking. The air felt thick, suffocating, and no matter how hard you tried to breathe, it just wouldn’t come. The room spun around you, blurred at the edges, voices mixing into an overwhelming mess of sound.

Someone said your name. Too close. Too loud.

A hand landed on your shoulder.

You lashed out before you even registered what you were doing.

“Get off me!”

The shove was hard, fueled by panic more than strength, but it was enough to send whoever had reached for you stumbling back a step.

Soap.

His hands were still raised, his expression flickering with concern, but he didn’t move toward you again. Gaz had taken a step back too, glancing between you and the others, unsure whether to intervene or give you space.

Ghost stayed quiet, watching. Calculating. Ready to step in if necessary.

But it was Price who spoke first.

“Alright.” His voice was calm. Steady. “I won’t touch you. But I’m not leaving.”

You took a shaky breath, but it didn’t help. Your limbs trembled violently, your pulse hammering against your ribs. Your mind screamed at you to move, to run, to do something, but there was nowhere to go.

“You should.” Your voice was rough, barely above a whisper. You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to glare at him. “Just leave me the hell alone.”

Price didn’t flinch. Didn’t hesitate.

“Not happening.”

You clenched your fists, the tension in your body unbearable. “I don’t need your help.”

“That so?” He exhaled slowly, crouching down so he was level with you, but keeping his hands in plain sight. “Because it sure as hell looks like you do.”

Something inside you twisted violently, frustration bubbling over. “I don’t need anyone!” The words tore out of you, raw and sharp. “I don’t need you! I don’t need any of you!”

A pause.

The others stayed silent. Soap shifted uncomfortably but didn’t say anything. Gaz looked away, jaw tightening. Ghost just watched.

But Price?

Price stayed.

He didn’t get angry. Didn’t take offense. He just studied you, quiet for a long moment before speaking again.

“That what you really think?” His voice wasn’t accusing. Just… knowing.

You opened your mouth—ready to snap back, to yell—but nothing came out.

Because the truth was, you didn’t know.

Your body was shaking so badly that your knees finally buckled, forcing you to sit before you collapsed entirely. You dropped your head into your hands, fingers digging into your scalp, trying desperately to ground yourself.

Price didn’t move. Didn’t try to force you to talk. He just sat there, letting the silence settle.

After a few long moments, he spoke again.

“You don’t have to do this alone.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, your breath hitching.

“You don’t have to talk. You don’t have to explain. You just have to breathe.” His voice was still calm, unwavering. “In for four, out for four. I’ll do it with you.”

You hated how much you wanted to listen.

So you did.

In—one, two, three, four.

Out—one, two, three, four.

It wasn’t perfect. Your breaths were still uneven, shaky. But you kept going. And so did he.

Eventually, the crushing weight in your chest started to ease.

And eventually, the panic started to fade.

When you finally looked up, Price was still there.

Not pushing. Not demanding. Just there.

You swallowed hard, your throat raw. “I—” You hesitated. “I didn’t mean to—”

“I know.” Price cut you off gently, shaking his head. “Doesn’t change anything.”

Another pause. Then, Soap finally spoke, his voice lighter, trying to ease the weight in the air. “So… we good, or am I getting decked again?”

This man had to work on his timing.

You let out a weak, exhausted chuckle—barely there, but real.

Gaz rolled his eyes but smirked. Ghost just huffed quietly, shaking his head.

Price pushed himself to his feet, offering you a hand. “Come on. Let’s get some air.”

And this time, you took it.

[sensitivepluto]

When it Happens

Satoru Gojo x Gn!Reader

[TW]: gruesome activities, death, heavy angst, swears, bad writing lol

A/N: I held back...just letting you guys know it could have been much worse. Sorry :]

Satoru sat with you in bed, leaned against your chest while you played with his frosty locks. His eyes closed with a blissful smile across his face. In this line of work, you get very scarce time like this together.

You hummed a peaceful tune while continuing your work, massaging his scalp and running your fingers back and forth through his hair. He was so utterly in love with you it hurt his core sometimes.

He thought of the world the two of you were immersed in. The countless curses you both fought on a daily. Sometimes he wondered if he begged you enough if maybe you'd quit. Maybe get a normal job where he knew you'd be safer.

"Hey, baby?" The question left Satoru's lips before he'd really thought it through. "When we die will you let me die first?"

You froze for a moment, stopping your ministrations. He frowned at this, finally opening his eyes to peer up at you. You met his icy blue eyes with your own and sighed, smirking slightly.

"You must know there's no way for me to control that, right?" You answered. He groaned dramatically and threw his arms out. Clearly this is not the response he wanted.

"But if you cooooould," he drew out. "Can you let me go first?" This performance of his drew a giggle from your lips. How could one man be so flamboyantly dramatic.

"Why do you want me to do that?" You jested, trying to get to the root of his question. Suddenly, he sat straight up and turned to look at you head on. He was nearly touching your face with his, and your eyebrows were shot up in surprise.

"Because," Satoru declared. "There is not a moment I want to spend without you. So if you die first it kind of ruins that plan." You rolled your eyes.

You had to admit it was cute, and who were you to deny your boyfriend of his silly hypotheticals.

"You want me to promise you to let you die first?" You hummed. He nodded, determination in his eyes. You shook your head and laughed, taking his face in your hands. "That is so stupid. But if it makes you happy, I promise." A grin spread across his face and before you knew it he was attacking you with kisses.

That was a couple of weeks ago. The memory clung to Satoru's mind as the scene unfolded before him. Flames went up around him while he staggered down the street. He'd seen you go down during the fight with a particularly strong special grade curse.

It caught you off guard. Using sounds of your loved ones to draw you closer to it. He remembers screaming at you not to fall for it but how could you not. The curse had to have gotten those sounds somewhere right?

Satoru watched as the curse appeared in front of you. Within a second he watched it impale you through the abdomen with long, black tendrils. It threatened to rip you in two then and there. If it hadn't been for Satoru quickly drawing his attention away it probably would have.

The curse threw you down like a ragdoll no longer worth its time. Unfortunately for it, its new opponent was called "the strongest" for a reason. It wasn't long before the curse was Hollow Purpled out of existence.

But now here he was, standing in front of you. His eyes blown wide while he looked you up and down. Your eyes were still open, and your mouth stood agape. He choked himself back looking at the hole puncturing through your body.

As he took a step toward you his legs seemed to give out, putting him on his knees before you. Satoru shakily moved your hair out of your face, cradling your head in his hands. It felt like his entire body was shutting down.

"No.." he denied this weakly. "I can't..." He pulled your limp body into his arms. "You promised..." A choked sob left his throat. He didn't even realize the tears streaming down his face. "You fucking promised."

When help had finally arrived they had to force you away from him. He didn't want to let go of you, not like this. But it was just like you had said back then. There was no way for you to control that. And now here he was, all alone again.

[burningembers91]

I'll Bring You Flowers - Ryu Su-Yeol/K x Fem!Reader

Follow up piece to:

Chalk and Cheese

Synopsis: When K hears you're having a bad day, he orders you some flowers to cheer you up. But he finds it hard to keep his distance from the girl who makes him feel so alive.

A/N: After i'd finished writing this i realised i'd also used the broken boiler in my Hwang In-Ho fic. I guess i'm just a sucker for a damsel in distress and a man who know his way around a toolbox

The flowers were waiting for you when you got home. A large, beautiful bouquet, filled with the most stunning pastel petals. The muted pinks, blues and purples were complimented by the cream vase, with a small note attached to one of the stems. I hope your days become brighter soon, was all the note said. There was no name, no indication of who’d sent you such a thoughtful gift. You’d been having such a terrible day, but you hadn’t told anyone about it.

It had all started that morning, waking up to a text from a guy you’d been casually dating, saying he didn’t see your relationship going anywhere and he thought it was best if you broke it off. You weren’t upset because you particularly liked the man, it was more frustration at the fact that yet again, you simply weren’t good enough for someone. Your boiler then broke as you were halfway through your shower, the water turning ice cold in a matter of seconds, leaving you screaming as you scrambled to exit the Arctic conditions. Your favourite coffee place was closed, meaning you had to skip your usual morning latte, and you were passed over for a promotion, losing out to a man who wouldn’t know a hard day’s work if it punched him in the face. You couldn’t figure out who had sent you such a beautiful gift, but it had brightened your day.

K watched you through the peephole of the apartment door as you picked up the vase. He was buzzing, practically vibrating with joy as he saw the small smile flicker across your face. The flowers had been expensive, a lot more than he’d planned to spend, but that was a problem for Su-Yeol to worry about. He’d heard you this morning through the walls of the apartment, crying as you turned the shower on. He heard you scream, heard the cascade of swear words fall from your lips as you cursed every God under the sun. He wondered what had happened to you, and he’d have gone marching straight to your door if Su-Yeol hadn’t fronted and stopped him in his tracks.

K still couldn’t figure out why Su-Yeol didn’t want you the way he did. They both agreed you were beautiful, kind, funny, and feisty. You were K’s dream woman, and he knew you were Su-Yeol’s perfect girl too. “Just take her out for dinner,” K insisted one night during another of their childish bickering matches. “No,” Su-Yeol had snapped back, trying his hardest to ignore his more passionate alter ego. “Then let me take her out! I’ll show her how a real man should treat a woman.” K stood up, puffing his chest out as he paraded around the living room. “I’ll wine her, I’ll dine her, I’ll sixty-nine-” “Absolutely not,” Su-Yeol cut him off before he could finish, desperately trying to rid his mind of the image of you spread out on his bed.

But K wasn’t giving up. He waited until Su-Yeol was asleep before fronting and ordering an excessively expensive bouquet of flowers. He paid extra for the vase, hoping his extravagant purchase would teach Su-Yeol a lesson. He was wasting his life, punishing himself for things that weren’t his fault. K didn’t want to spend his entire existence alone, and he knew Su-Yeol didn’t either. But K had always been the brave one, and it was time they stopped living in the shadows.

He waited until you were heading out on your run, something he noticed you always did when you’d had a stressful day. It hadn’t been easy to overpower Su-Yeol, and he wasn’t sure how long he’d maintain control, but he had to know if you liked the gift. He waited until you were almost passed the door before he flung it open, his smile wide. “Did you like the flowers?” he cried, throwing his arms wide out to the side, a huge floppy grin plastered to his face.

“Jesus Christ!” The sound of your neighbour’s voice scared the living daylights out of you, and you jumped back, knocking your phone and earbuds clean out of your hand. “Wait, it was you?” you asked, fumbling to pick up your belongings. “You got me the flowers?” “Yes,” K nodded, “I heard you crying. You sounded very sad.” You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, could feel the beet red burn of embarrassment. “Oh, right,” you mumbled, fumbling for an excuse. “And then I heard you scream,” K said. “And you said “fuck” quite a lot. I figured you could use a little pick-me-up.”

You couldn’t help but smile at your mysteriously odd neighbour, who was quite clearly in one of his better moods this evening. His smile was wide, his floppy hair falling so effortlessly into his big, brown eyes. He wore a royal blue silk shirt adorned with leopard print, and on anyone else you were sure it would look ridiculous, but on him, it looked incredible. “My boiler broke,” you explained, “and I got dumped. Sorry you had to hear me snivelling.”

K desperately tried to stop smiling, tried to look like he felt bad for you, but he simply couldn’t manage it. His smile was face-splittingly wide as he heard that you were single. This was perfect, a dream come true, and he couldn’t let the opportunity go to waste. “Did you get your boiler fixed?” he asked, crossing his fingers behind his back in the hopes that the answer was no. “Not yet,” you shrugged, “they can’t come out until Monday, but I can just use the showers at work.” “I can fix it,” K said before he could stop himself. He’d spent some of his time in control learning practical skills, sick of seeing Su-Yeol pay for people to fix things around the apartment when it was simple enough to learn. “Really? I wouldn’t want to put you out, Su-Yeol,” you said, but you found yourself curious about your handsome, if a little odd, neighbour. This was longest you’d ever spoken before, and tonight he seemed to be in a particular good mood. “Call me K,” he insisted, desperate to hear you say his name. “Ok… K,” you smiled, “Is that some kind of nickname?” He laughed as you said his name, the pure joy of hearing someone other than Su-Yeol speak his name aloud was overwhelming. The way you said it was so perfect, and he knew it would be playing in his head over and over again.

You showed him into your apartment, and K noticed the flowers taking up pride of place on your kitchen island. The handwritten note was pinned to your fridge and K was sure if he smiled any harder, his face would completely split. You showed him the boiler, handing him a toolbox you kept in the storage cupboard but barely ever used. You watched him work, noticing for the first time how toned his muscles were, visible even through the silk of his gaudy shirt. He chatted away as he worked, telling you about himself and asking you questions about your life. K made sure to sprinkle in snippets of both himself and Su-Yeol, hyping up both of their best qualities; he wanted to put their best foot forward.

You’d never realised what a great laugh Su-Yeol had, had never realised how funny he was. He had you laughing until tears streamed down your cheeks, had you hooked on every word he said. He was an incredible storyteller, so vibrant and passionate when he talked, his arms gesticulating wildly. How was this man before you the same man who parked halfway across your parking space and purposely closed doors on you? He was so different to the cold, stony-faced man you’d grown so used to.

K was an efficient worker, almost too efficient as he fixed the problem with relative ease. He didn’t want to go back to the apartment, but he could feel Su-Yeol breaking back through, could feel himself losing grip. “Come for dinner with me tomorrow,” he said, as you showed him to the door. “I know a great sushi place.” “Ok,” you found yourself saying, unable to resist the almost electric charm he possessed. “Pick me up at 8?” “It’s a date,” K smiled, taking your hand gently in his. He brought it ever so slowly to his lips, softly brushing them across your knuckles. You felt a spark go through you, felt yourself falling into those perfect eyes of his. “I’ll see you tomorrow, K,” you winked, closing the door behind him.

He couldn’t believe it; couldn’t believe you’d spoken in his name. He finally felt like a real person, not some annoying character Su-Yeol had to deal with. You made him feel alive, made him finally feel like he existed as an individual.

He knew Su-Yeol would go mad when he found out he’d asked you out, but you were worth the wrath he’d incur. K could only hope he’d be able to keep control long enough to take you out, to get to know more about you and hopefully convince Su-Yeol you were worth it.

They were both tired of being alone, tired of having no one but each other for company. If only K could get Su-Yeol to see how great you were, he knew you could have something magical together.

He wasn’t about to give up on the girl who’d finally made him feel alive.

[cravinganotherworld]

Amorous Chapter 7 - Frontman x Fem! reader

WARNINGS: Slight smut implication, guns, mention of potential suicide, sadness and heartbreak.

Wordcount: 1.1k

NOTES: Hii, i'm so sorry this has taken so long to upload i've just started back at university after the holidays but i hope uploads will become regular again now I've settled back in. Also the next chapter will be the final chapter!

See the other chapters here:

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Part 1, Chapter 2, part 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

TAGS: @tinylawyerbluebird

Love never really was a constant in In-ho’s life, everyone he loved disappeared and with them they took his heart. Starting the games seemed to be the only stability in his life, the only thing that gave him the slightest sliver of joy, and now it had been jeopardized. Player 456 was never meant to return, he should’ve gotten on the plane like In-Ho ordered. Instead, he sits beside him completely unaware that the man he is after helps calculate his every move. At first his only thought and intention was to eliminate player 456, to decipher his plans and put an end to them…that was until he saw you. You with the perfect hair, perfect hips and eyes that shone brighter than the sun. Then he knew, he had a new purpose. Protect you. At first he refused to believe how easily you had wormed your way in, how easily you had captured his heart and melted the ice. Yet day by day he found his resolve break and he found himself falling so far and so hard he couldn’t prepare for it. You allowed him to feel things he hadn’t felt in so long and deep down he thanked you for that, but he knew…he knew that you would leave as well, one way or another you would be gone and it hurt his heart every time he thought about it.

Behind him In-ho heard the scuffle of feet, and beside him a pink guard stood.

“What do we do with player 456 sir?”

“Take him back to the dormitory” The guard nods and walks past you.

In-ho never broke eye contact with you, watching the tears fall, the tears that he had caused…the tears that he couldn’t stop.

“He’s alive…?” you whisper, jolting something in In-Ho. Jealously? He said nothing and pressed his gun deeper into your forehead causing you to wince at the pain.

“Just do it In-ho…” the way you whisper his name erupts butterflies in his stomach “please” hearing you beg was something he had only dreamed of, something he had only seen in his dreams when you’re squirming beneath him in desperation, or on your knees in front of him watching you struggle for breath as he chases his release.

“No…” he whispers in return. He lowers his gun and lifts you up roughly by your arm. As you are dragged to your feet you look at him in confusion, he could see the question in your eyes. Why? Why wasn’t he going to kill you? Looking around you see that the mass of pink guards no longer lines the hallway leaving just you and In-Ho alone. Your heart begins to race as you quickly assess your surroundings for an escape route. Unbeknownst to you In-Ho watches your every move. He notices which directions your eyes shoot to calculating your every move, just admiring you. Suddenly your eyes flick over to his and he regains his composure in just enough time to see you lift your other arm in an attempt to grab his gun from his hands. You manage to nudge the handle knocking it onto the floor but before you could reach down to grab it In-Ho grabs your arm twisting it behind your back and pushes you forcefully onto the wall, your face now pressed against it. You let out a yell of frustration causing a deep chuckle to erupt from In-Ho. You feel his breath on your ear as he reaches down to you.

“Are you done with your tantrum now Babygirl?” he whispers. You struggle against his grip wanting nothing more than to knock him out, but the other part of you wanted to run your hands through his hair, to bite his lip and to scream his name so the entire place knew who you belong to.

“Stop. Struggling” the strictness in his tone makes you freeze as a shiver runs own your spine. “Good…now I will let your arm go but you have to promise you won’t run and you won’t try to shoot me” you nod slowly, and he release your arm. You slowly turn to look at him and you suddenly realise how close he is. It takes all of your willpower to not wrap your hands around his neck and hug him, all you do is look up at him with the same betrayal in your eyes still lingering for him to see.

“did you enjoy seeing me break in-ho…did you enjoy tearing down my walls just to destroy me where it matters most….?” You question through teary eyes. He sighs

“I never wanted you to find out this way”

“So what? You were just going to keep it hidden? Keep me in the dark? You were going to let me stay behind knowing you were going to kill all of my friends…you were going to make me think I lost you?” you spit out in anger harshly pushing on his chest to create distance between you. In-Ho looks up at you in shock, he can feel his heart slowly crumbling and he now realises that this is all by his own doing.

“I…I” he struggles to answer, you scoff and roll your eyes

“Save it In-ho” He watches with wide eyes as you pick up a stray pistol lying on the floor slightly hidden beneath the arm of a fallen guard. You take off the safety and point the gun at In-Ho.

“Y/n…”

“Don’t! you don’t get to say my name…you were going to kill me In-Ho and for what? So that your precious games didn’t end?” You speak, your words feeling like poison to him, and for the first time you see tears escape his eyes. You lose composure for a second and lower your gun slightly, your heart aching at the sight of In-ho crying but then you remember all the innocent lives that had been taken because of him. Once again you point the gun at him, he lifts his hands up in surrender, but you don’t lower your gun. Moments pass and yet In-Ho still stood still, looking into your eyes silently pleading for you to lower the gun. In your mind and in your heart, you know that you don’t want to kill him, you know your heart couldn’t take losing him, but you want him to feel the pain he has caused so many others. Suddenly an idea comes into your head, and you lower the gun, sending him a small smile through the tears. He sighs in relief and takes a step towards you, freezing when you lift the gun up again,  this time place it against your temple.  His eyes harden and his breath hitches.

“Y/n No!”

[mintyys-blog]

LOVE AT FIRST SHOT— winter soldier! bucky barnes

WARNINGS: murder, implied sex, torture, masochism. 

The first time you saw him, he was killing a man.

A gunshot echoed in the alleyway, the silencer muffling the sound but not the impact. The businessman’s body crumpled to the ground, a clean shot right between the eyes. Blood pooled beneath him, seeping into the cracks of the pavement. You should have screamed, should have run—but you didn’t.

Because the man who pulled the trigger was beautiful.

The Winter Soldier turned his head slightly, his mask covering the lower half of his face, but his piercing blue eyes locked onto you like a predator spotting prey. Your breath hitched. He was utterly breathtaking in the most terrifying way.

You realized, belatedly, that you were a witness.

His gun was still raised, but he didn’t shoot. Not yet.

You should have been afraid. You should have begged for your life.

Instead, you smiled.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

His brows furrowed. Confusion flickered behind his icy stare, but he didn’t lower the gun. You took a step closer. He tensed.

“Are you an angel?” you asked, breathless, your heart hammering for an entirely different reason than fear.

His hesitation was minuscule, but it was there. You didn’t know why, but it thrilled you.

“You’re supposed to run,” he said flatly, his voice deep and emotionless.

“I don’t want to.”

A flicker of something crossed his face. He was processing, calculating. Deciding whether you were insane or just stupid.

Maybe both.

“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” you murmured, stepping closer still, your pulse racing. His finger twitched on the trigger. “I don’t mind. But if you do… could you kiss me first?”

That made him hesitate.

For the first time, you saw something crack in that perfect, deadly exterior. Surprise. Like no one had ever said something like that to him before. Like it didn’t make sense to him.

And before he could process it—before he could react—you closed the distance.

You kissed him.

Your hands cupped his face, your lips pressing against the cool fabric of his mask. He froze. Completely. Like he had never been touched this way before. The gun was still between you, the barrel pressing against your ribs, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was that he was here, and he was real, and you had never wanted anything more in your life.

Slowly, painfully, he pulled away.

He didn’t shoot.

He didn’t speak.

He just stared at you, eyes narrowed in something that almost looked like fear. And then, without a word, he turned and disappeared into the darkness.

You had never felt so alive.

And as you touched your lips, still tingling from the pressure of the mask, you whispered to yourself—

“I have to find him again.”

You couldn’t stop thinking about him.

The way his piercing blue eyes locked onto yours. The cold steel of his gun against your ribs. The slight furrow of his brow when you kissed him. The hesitation.

He could have killed you. He should have killed you.

But he didn’t.

And that meant something.

You spent the next few weeks obsessively searching for him. Scouring news articles, blurry security footage, urban legends about a ghost assassin. You stalked the alley where you first met him, standing in the exact spot where his victim had fallen, trying to summon him like an unholy prayer.

You imagined his hands around your throat, pressing you against the wall, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered threats that never came true.

“Run.”

“You’re supposed to be afraid.”

But you weren’t.

You wanted him to find you. You needed him to find you.

And one night—he did.

It happened in the dead of night, the air thick with the scent of rain. You were walking home through the dimly lit streets, your heart aching with longing. You had spent the entire day trying to track down rumors of a “ghost assassin,” following whispers and discarded conspiracy theories.

You had almost given up hope.

Until you felt it.

A presence.

The kind that made the hairs on your arms stand up. The kind that told you someone was watching.

Your lips curled into a smile.

“You’re here, aren’t you?” you whispered, turning your head ever so slightly.

Silence.

But then—a hand clamped over your mouth, yanking you into the shadows.

Your back hit the cold brick wall of an alleyway, the grip on you unyielding but precise. Him. You knew it before you even saw his face.

Your breath hitched as you looked up, your eyes meeting familiar icy blue.

“You’re supposed to be afraid.” His voice was a quiet growl, his masked face inches from yours.

“I told you, I’m not.”

His grip on your jaw tightened slightly, but it wasn’t painful. It was as if he was testing you, waiting for you to break, to struggle, to beg.

But you did none of those things.

Instead, you reached up, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his mask. He flinched. Not in fear, but in confusion. Hesitation.

“You came back for me,” you murmured, your voice dripping with something close to reverence.

“I came to make sure you didn’t talk.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” you cooed, tilting your head. “I would never betray you.”

Something in his gaze flickered. His hand was still on your face, his body pressing you into the wall, but he didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

Your pulse pounded. This was it. The moment he would either kill you or let you live.

So you made the choice for him.

You reached up and pulled his mask down.

His breath hitched. He let you.

And then you kissed him.

This time, your lips met bare skin. He was warm. Real. Alive.

And just like before—he didn’t pull away.

He let you kiss him. Let you press yourself against him, your fingers tangling in his long, dark hair. His body was tense, rigid, like he didn’t know how to react.

Slowly, you felt his metal hand drop from your face, hovering near your waist. Not quite pushing you away. Not quite pulling you closer.

You smiled against his lips.

“You feel it too, don’t you?”

A sharp inhale. His grip twitched.

Then—he was gone.

Vanished like a shadow.

Leaving you breathless, aching, obsessed.

You touched your lips, a lovesick smile spreading across your face.

“I’ll find you again, my love.”

You were never normal.

You had known it since childhood, since the first time you felt the intoxicating thrill of fear and mistook it for something like love.

Most little girls were scared of the things that went bump in the night. You, however, invited them in.

There had always been something inside you—something broken, something wrong. A magnetism that pulled the worst kinds of people into your orbit. And maybe, deep down, you had always wanted it that way.

Your first crush was the neighborhood delinquent, a boy who set things on fire just to watch them burn. When he stole your bike and threw it into a ditch, you had only smiled, heart racing with something disturbingly close to affection.

Your first boyfriend was a disaster. Hands that held too tight. Words that cut deeper than knives. A relationship that started with whispered promises and ended with your wrists bruised from being dragged away when you got “too mouthy.”

Your therapist once asked you why you kept gravitating toward dangerous things. You had only tilted your head and smiled.

“Because danger never leaves.”

And now, here you were, in love with a ghost.

A nameless assassin with a metal arm and haunted eyes.

A man who should have ended you but instead, hesitated.

You spent every night replaying the moment in your head. The sharp inhale when you kissed him. The way his hand twitched, uncertain, as if he was caught in some war between instinct and something deeper. The way he left instead of pulling the trigger.

You knew what it meant. He wanted you, too.

It took weeks to find another whisper of him. You followed crime reports, blurry surveillance footage, rumors of a shadow moving through the city. You combed through dark alleys and black-market arms deals, standing too close to danger and hoping it would lead you back to him.

And then—finally—you got your wish.

It happened in the middle of the night. A gunfight in an abandoned dockyard. You weren’t supposed to be there, but when had that ever stopped you?

You slipped through the chaos like a specter, heart pounding with excitement as you caught a glimpse of him.

He moved like a phantom, silent and efficient, tearing through enemies like they were nothing. His metal arm gleamed under the dim streetlights, his long hair whipping with every sharp movement. Beautiful.

You didn’t feel fear. You felt home.

And when the fight was over—when the last body hit the floor—you stepped into the open.

“You found me again.”

His head snapped toward you, gun raised, instincts sharper than ever. But the second he saw your face, something in his expression flickered. Not confusion. Not anger.

Recognition. And—deep, deep down—dread.

“What the hell are you doing here?” His voice was low, dangerous.

You smiled. “Looking for you.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched. He was still holding his gun, but his finger wasn’t on the trigger. Just like last time.

That meant something. “You’re supposed to be afraid of me.”

“I’m not.”

His blue eyes darkened. “You should be.”

“But I’m not.” You took a slow step forward. He tensed. “You didn’t kill me when you had the chance. Twice.”

Silence.

“That means something, doesn’t it?” you whispered.

He exhaled sharply, as if he hated that you were right. Your smile widened.

“You’re just like me, aren’t you?” That made him falter. Because deep down, you knew—he was just as drawn to you as you were to him.

You had never been afraid of pain.

In fact, you had always welcomed it.

The sting of a scraped knee as a child, the sharp slap of freezing wind against your skin in the winter. The ache of bruises in the morning after a particularly rough night, the way your heartbeat would spike when someone’s hand wrapped just a little too tightly around your wrist.

Pain meant feeling.

And you loved to feel.

Most people spent their lives running from danger. You spent yours chasing it, begging it to catch you.

And now, after years of searching, you had finally found something worth chasing.

It was his nature. HYDRA had drilled obedience into his bones, stripped him of everything but the mission. But even under the conditioning, under the layers of programming and ice, there were things he kept to himself.

Things he never spoke of.

You were one of them.

He should have reported you the first time you saw him. The moment you pressed your lips against his mask, whispering words that made no sense.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

No one had ever looked at him like that before. Like he was something to be wanted.

He had expected fear. Screaming. Pleading. Not affection.

And yet, when he returned to base, wiping the blood from his hands, he said nothing.

Not to his handlers. Not to the scientists.

You were his secret.

The next time he saw you, it was a coincidence. An unfortunate mistake. He was completing another mission, slipping through the night, and there you were—waiting.

Like you knew he would come.

He thought it would be easy to scare you off. A gun to your head, a warning through gritted teeth—stay away.

But you only smiled.

“Do it.”

Your voice had been breathless, eyes alight with something unhinged. Not fear. Thrill.

His grip on the gun had faltered. Just for a second.

“You like this,” he realized.

You tilted your head. “You do too, don’t you?”

And that had unsettled him more than anything. Because you weren’t entirely wrong.

You saw the world differently than most. Pain was pleasure. Fear was exhilaration. And near-death experiences were your own personal brand of ecstasy.

So when the Winter Soldier held a gun to your head, all you could think about was how close he was, how real he felt.

Most people would have been trembling, begging for mercy. But you?

“Pull the trigger, soldier. See what happens.”

A sharp inhale. His hand twitched.

For a split second, you swore his lips parted like he wanted to say something.

But then he was gone. Again. He always ran. And you always followed. Because nothing in the world had ever made you feel so alive.

The chase became a game.

A sick, thrilling game of cat and mouse—except neither of you was quite sure who was who. Every time he disappeared, you followed. Every time he cornered you, you smiled. He tried to push you away, to scare you, but all it did was make you want him more. You needed him.

And the best part?

He never told HYDRA about you.

You were his secret. Something buried deep, hidden between the cracks of his fractured mind. A thought he wasn’t supposed to have. A loose thread in his programming.

The Winter Soldier didn’t get attached. He wasn’t supposed to want anything. But then there was you. The woman who should have been afraid. Who should have run screaming.

The woman who, instead, kissed him like he was a man and not a monster.

And that was dangerous. For both of you.

You were in love with the idea of dying at his hands. Not in a tragic, poetic way—no, it was something far more visceral than that. It was the adrenaline, the way your blood sang whenever he came close, the way your body shivered when his gloved fingers grazed your skin.

You had spent your life chasing danger. But he?

He was the first thing that ever chased you back. And it made your obsession unbearable. He found you again when he wasn’t supposed to.

It was a mission. A simple one.

Kill the target. Leave no witnesses.

But when he pulled the trigger and his victim crumpled to the ground, his enhanced senses picked up something familiar. A heartbeat.

Steady. Slow. Waiting.

His jaw clenched.

“I know you’re there.”

A quiet giggle. You stepped into the dim alleyway, completely unbothered by the fresh corpse at your feet.

“I missed you.”

His grip on the gun tightened. “You’re insane.”

You only smiled. “You keep finding me. What does that make you?”

Something flickered in his gaze. You saw it.

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Neither are you, but here we are.”

He exhaled sharply. It was always like this—you twisting his words, his logic, his mission.

He should have shot you. Eliminated the loose end. But instead, he just stood there, staring, letting the seconds stretch too long.

Waiting for you to move first.

And you did.

Slowly, carefully, you stepped over the body, closing the distance between you. His breathing changed—so subtle anyone else would have missed it.

But you knew him now.

He was waiting.

For you to run. For you to scream. For you to prove him right.

Instead, you reached out, fingers skimming his metal arm. The cool vibranium hummed beneath your touch.

“I think you like me.” Your voice was soft. Sweet.

A deadly thing wrapped in silk.

He said nothing. But his lack of protest told you everything.

So you pressed closer, tilting your head up to whisper, “I don’t mind being your little secret, soldier.”

His breath hitched.

For a moment—just a brief, impossible moment—you swore he leaned in.

But then his fingers wrapped around your throat.

Not tight. Not enough to hurt.

But enough to make your pulse race.

“You’re playing with fire.” His voice was low, dangerous.

“I like the heat.”

A beat of silence. His thumb ghosted over your pulse, feeling how wildly it thrummed. How much you wanted this.

Then, just like always—he let you go.

And just like always—he left.

But this time, as he disappeared into the night, he made a mistake.

This time, you swore you saw it.

The way his fingers flexed, like he could still feel the warmth of your skin.

The hesitation in his step, like he wanted to look back.

The way he clenched his jaw, like he was fighting something inside himself.

And that? That meant you were winning.

He stayed away for a week. A full seven days of silence. But you weren’t worried.

If anything, it only made the anticipation sweeter.

Because you knew what he was doing.

He was fighting it. Fighting you. Fighting the need—that dark, ugly thing crawling beneath his skin, whispering your name in the dead of night.

But he was a man built on instinct. And instincts could only be ignored for so long.

Sooner or later, the Winter Soldier would come back.

And when he did—you’d be waiting.

He tried to forget.

Tried to push it down, lock it away.

But no matter how hard he trained, how many missions he completed, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Couldn’t stop seeing you in his mind—smiling, laughing, moaning his name.

Couldn’t stop feeling you.

Your fingers in his hair. Your nails down his back. The warmth of your breath as you murmured, “I don’t mind being your little secret, soldier.”

It made him reckless. Sloppy.

On his next mission, he hesitated. Just for a second.

It was enough for his handlers to notice.

“You’re distracted, Soldat.”

The words rang in his ears.

Distraction meant weakness. Weakness meant consequences.

He should have erased you from his mind. Should have never gone to you in the first place.

But he had.

And the part that terrified him the most? He wanted to do it again.

The second time he came to you, it wasn’t a choice.

It was a need.

He didn’t even remember getting to your apartment. One moment he was walking through the city, his mind a tangled mess, and the next—

He was inside.

Watching you.

Waiting.

You were lying on the couch, flipping through a book, completely unaware of the ghost in your home.

Then, slowly—you smiled.

“You took your time, soldier.”

He exhaled through his nose. His jaw tightened. You weren’t surprised.

You knew he would come back.

Because you understood something he was still trying to deny.

“You can’t stay away from me.”

He didn’t respond.

Didn’t move.

But you could see it—the way his fists clenched at his sides, the way his chest rose and fell just a little too quickly.

It made your stomach tighten with satisfaction.

You pushed yourself up from the couch, stepping toward him. He didn’t move, didn’t stop you as you reached up, tracing your fingers over the bruises he had left on your throat.

“You did this, you know,” you murmured, tilting your head. “You made me yours.”

His breath hitched.

And then—He broke.

Faster than you could blink, he grabbed you, shoving you against the wall, pinning you beneath his weight.

You gasped, heart pounding, but it wasn’t fear that made your pulse race. It was excitement.

Because this was it.

This was him giving in.

“I should kill you,” he rasped, his metal fingers curling around your jaw.

You smiled. “But you won’t.”

His grip tightened. Like he wanted to prove you wrong.

But you just giggled, lifting your chin defiantly. “Because you like this just as much as I do.”

A sharp inhale. His nostrils flared.

Then, with a strangled curse—

His lips crashed against yours.

And just like that—the war was over.

[cyberesc]

THROUGH THE RUBBLE.

ft. Prohero!Bakugo x Prohero!Reader

synopsis: Trapped under rubble with you bleeding out, Dynamight does the only thing he can think of to distract you from the pain, he kisses you (pre-relationship)

˖⁺‧₊˚ tags & warnings: whump (reader), mentions of blood and severe injuries, slight hurt/comfort, pinning bakugo

note: guess who’s back 😼 wanted to write a short //drabble// about Mr. Dynamight, lemme know what you think

The city was a disaster zone. Dust littered the air, clinging to every breath Katsuki took. The streets were cracked, littered with chunks of broken concrete and twisted metal. Buildings groaned in their fractured state, some barely standing, others reduced to rubble. It was hell.

And the worst part? You were trapped under it.

Katsuki’s hands were trembling as he knelt beside you, chest heaving from exertion and panic, not that he’d ever admit to it. A steel pole jutted from your thigh, slick with your blood, pooling in the dirt beneath you. Your face was pale, lips parted as you panted through the pain.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, running a shaky hand through his sweat-dampened hair. "Fuck, fuck, this is bad."

You huffed out something that was supposed to be a laugh, but it came out weak. "Tell me something I don’t know."

"Shut up," he snapped, but there was no real heat to it. If anything, his voice cracked a little. "We gotta get this thing out before you lose too much blood."

His words barely registered. The pain was overwhelming, twisting through your body like white-hot fire. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to breathe through it. You saw the way Katsuki’s hands hovered over the metal beam. It made your stomach churn seeing him scowling in uncertainty.

"... Just do it," you rasped.

Katsuki gritted his teeth so hard it hurt. He didn’t want to. He really fucking didn’t want to. But leaving it in wasn’t an option. His grip tightened around the pole, he felt bile start to rise at the back of his throat when he eyed your wound, your bone peeking through your impaled thigh.

His heart hammered against his ribs.

"I’ll count to three," he said, his voice rough.

You nodded, fingers digging into the dirt.

"One—"

And then he pulled.

The scream that tore from your throat was guttural, raw, and Katsuki thought he was going to be sick. You convulsed, body jerking in pain, but his arms were already around you, steadying you, keeping you from hurting yourself more. The pole clattered to the ground, smeared red.

He had to move fast. Blood gushed freely now, and he knew that if he didn’t stop it soon, he was going to lose you.

"Shit, shit, stay with me," he muttered, working quickly. His hands fumbled with his belt, yanking free the first aid kit he kept there. But it wasn’t enough. Not for something as severe as this. His brain screamed at him to do something, but there was only so much he could do with the minimal supplies he had.

So, without thinking, he ripped the sleeves of his suit, tying the fabric tight around your leg to slow the bleeding. Your whimpers cut through the air, and it hurt to hear you like this. Katsuki could take anything: punches, knives to the chest, and even death but hearing you in pain was unbearable.

"Fuck, I know it hurts," he murmured, pressing down on the wound harder. Your body jerked, a cry escaping your lips. Katsuki's chest clenched. "I know, baby, I know, just hang in there for me."

Your breath came in short, shallow gasps, your body trembling beneath him. Your eyes were glassy, unfocused, and that scared him more than anything.

Think, think.

His hands found the disinfectant in his kit. He hesitated for a second before lifting the fabric and pouring it over the wound. Your entire body spasmed, a choked scream escaping your throat.

And then, without thinking, without even realizing what the fuck he was doing, he kissed you.

It wasn’t the way he’d imagined it in his head a thousand times over. But it way the only thing he thought of to distract you from the pain. To keep you from feeling even a second of the agony he was putting you through. But also, selfishly, a way to keep himself grounded. To remind himself that you were still here, still breathing, and still his.

Your body stiffened against him.

The pain was still there, screaming through every nerve in your body, but Katsuki's lips were soft and warm against yours. The kiss was brief, a taste of heaven both of you have been too afraid to take before.

When he pulled away, your wide, dazed eyes met his.

"...You just kiss me?" you croaked, voice raw.

Katsuki swallowed hard, his face burning. "Yeah. Yeah, I—fuck, I did."

You blinked, pain and exhaustion dulling your features, but your lips tingled. Your thigh hurt like hell and your back was sore from being hunched under the rubble for too long, but the warmth that flushed your cheeks and the butterflies in your stomach temporarily drowned them out.

Your nervous chuckle sent a bolt of relief through his chest.

"You are losing a shit ton of blood," he muttered, pressing down on the soaked fabric.

You hissed in pain, squeezing your eyes shut. His stomach twisted.

Then, in the next few seconds, his earpiece crackled to life.

"Dynamight? Do you copy?"

Katsuki exhaled a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

"Fuckin’ finally," he growled, pressing a finger to his earpiece. "Yeah, I copy. I need an evac now—Y/H/N’s down, lost a lot of blood. I need medics ASAP."

"On it. Hold tight."

He sagged in relief, shoulders slumping. But his hands never stopped putting pressure on your wound.

"You hear that?" he murmured. "You’re gonna be fine, we're gonna get you home."

You hummed, eyes fluttering. "Yeah...sounds nice."

Katsuki stiffened. "Oi, don’t you fuckin’ pass out on me—hey!" His voice boomed as he cupped your cheek, lightly tapping to keep you awake. "Stay with me, y/n."

Your lips curled, even as your eyes slipped shut. "M’not going anywhere, Dynamight."

His breath hitched.

For once, he didn’t have a snarky comeback.

And as the distant sound of approaching sirens echoed through the ruined city, he pressed another kiss softly against your temple.

"Yeah," he whispered. "You better not."

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Heart of Hearts 3 ♥️♦️

Summary - To cap off the worst year of her life, Kutsuki Hotaru is thrown into an unknown world where everyone in Tokyo has disappeared. She's forced to play games to survive and dark memories catch up to her. Can some coincidental encounters with someone from her real life help her escape from the Borderlands?

CW/TW - violence, blood

Chapter 3 - MEMORIES思い出

Masterlist

A/N - when my wife lived in Japan, the Hachiko statue was a common meet up spot for the friend group :)

There was no time to mourn those who had died. There was barely time to breathe. This place didn't care about the people trapped there. That much was obvious. Despite that, this place wasn’t the enemy; the people were.

And that's where Hotaru found herself. Running for her life from a group of men. She'd stepped out of a game arena and as she was putting the new card in her pack, they attacked.

Blood covered her mouth and ran down her front. She turned to see the four of them losing speed. Taking advantage of their slowing pace she makes a hard turn into an alleyway.

Her pounding footsteps are the only thing she can hear as she sprints down the dilapidated alley. She takes note of a corpse out of the corner of her eye before she was pulled roughly to the left. A hand presses against her mouth as she's shoved into a wall.

Her eyes dart around frantically, trying to adjust to the deeper darkness of the building. She can see that they're in a hallway that opens at either end into a larger room she couldn't see. They finally land on a familiar face in front of her, his finger held to his lips. Thudding footsteps pass by the open doorway before disappearing out of the alley.

Hotaru shoves the blonde's hand away, more blood spilling from her mouth. Something drops from her hand. Her legs buckle and she falls to her knees.

"Is that an ear?" He asks, almost sounding amused.

Before she can reply she's doubled over vomiting a mix of more blood and what little was left in her stomach. She staggers a few steps before laying down on the dirty floor. Her entire body shakes, heart pounding.

"Yes," she answers simply, throwing her arm over her eyes.

He crouches next to her, holding out a bottle of water, "Here."

She sits up, eyeing him suspiciously, "Are you following me?"

He shrugs, "Not intentionally."

After giving him a weary look she takes the bottle, gargling and spitting out her first drink. She takes a few more big gulps before wiping her face with her sleeve. The blood was starting to dry on her skin, making her itch.

"What are you doing here, then?"

He sits next to her, "I just finished a game and saw you running, I didn't want to have to listen to you scream if they caught you."

His voice was calm, and it made a cold chill run through her, "Thank you, even if you were just saving me to save your ears," she glances at the ear next to the door, "That's one of theirs. He had me against a wall and I bit it off, in case you were wondering."

"I was curious, actually," he replies, grinning. "People here seem to forget they're humans."

She nods, keeping her eyes forward, "We've met three times now, can I know your name or are you intentionally trying to be mysterious?"

He thinks for a moment before leaning back against the wall behind them, "Chishiya."

A jolt of familiarity runs through her as she turns to look at him, "Chishiya Shuntaro?"

Chishiya meets her eyes, his eyebrows raised, "If I am?"

"I know you!" She laughs in shock, "My mom, she's a nurse. She works with you all the time and…"

"And?"

"She told me all about you, she wanted to introduce us a few times."

🃏

"Mom, I have to go. I can't play matchmaker today," Hotaru says, rolling her eyes and looking back at her phone.

Her mother grabs her hand, "Hotaru, I'm not playing matchmaker-"

She opens her mouth in mock shock, "Liar!"

"Okay, okay," she waves her hand, "Hotaru honey you can't stay at that place forever, he's your age and he's a doctor. He's very quiet but kind and-"

"Nurse Ito, report to the fourth floor, please," a voice booms over the pa system, "Nurse Ito to the fourth floor."

"Well, you better get going, Mom. You might miss your surgery," she turns to leave, but her mother grabs her hand again.

Her eyes pleaded with her daughter, "It doesn't have to be him, Hotaru. Just promise me you'll find someone and be happy."

She was stunned for a moment, "Okay, Mom. I promise I'll find happiness," they hug, "And you can introduce us some other time, okay? But we both really have to go."

They say their goodbyes before they go their separate ways. Hotaru dials her boss's number before pressing the phone to her ear. She mumbles a quick sorry as she bumps into someone.

"Kutsuki!" A voice cheers from her phone, "What do I owe this pleasure?"

"Can you send a car, we need to talk."

🃏

"I remember her, she could talk through an entire six-hour surgery."

Hotaru laughs genuinely for the first time in a long while, "That's her specialty. She wouldn't shut up about you for a while actually. It was pretty annoying."

"Most of what she talked about to me was you as well."

"At that point, I was avoiding you out of spite," she lets out a dry laugh, "Pretty ironic that this is where we'd finally meet. I was even going to medical school to work with her."

"You would've had to have covered your tattoos then."

"How do you think I even got in? I can be pretty sneaky."

His eyes stay forward but she can see a smile creep onto his face. A silence settles over them, "Why are you alone?" He asks finally.

There's a pang of grief in her stomach as she looks away, "Imai, my friend, he died during the tag game."

"Ah, I see," there's another pause, "Did you know each other in the real world?"

"Why are you asking so many questions?"

His eyes lower to the floor, "No reason, I guess I'm just curious. Or bored," his expression is unreadable.

Her eyes follow as he stands, "You're bored. I'm not a very interesting person."

"We'll probably see each other again," he says, his back to her, "So, I'll see you then, Kutsuki."

"Is that a promise or a threat?"

Without another word, Chishiya disappears into the alley.

🃏

The building, as it turned out was a cafe in the real world. Now rotten food sat on the tables, but there was still bottled water and other drinks behind the counter. She also found some packaged food that was safe enough to eat.

After eating, Hotaru’s body all but shuts down. Her limbs are heavy and her eyes keep shutting. She goes to the back of the cafe and clears out one of the cabinets in the kitchen, laying a tablecloth in it. Shutting the door behind her, she sleeps.

Hotaru sleeps until the sun is setting the next day. Her body screams in protest as she climbs out of her hiding spot. She stretches and almost every one of her joints pop. Groaning, she fills up a tote bag with food and water. Those bastards from yesterday had taken her backpack and the pack on her belt didn’t hold much.

With her visa still at six days, she wants to take a break from playing games. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do, but she knew she wouldn’t make it if she didn't give her body a break. After a lot of thought, she decides to explore the city. She’d lived in Tokyo for most of her life, but when would she get the chance to explore it without thousands of people around?

First is her favorite spot in Tokyo, luckily it was nearby. Hotaru had always been a sort of strange child. There were many reasons, but her father always said that the weirdest thing about her was that her favorite place in Tokyo was the Hachiko statue at Shibuya station.

Hotaru sits on the warm concrete in front of the bronze sculpture. She didn't remember why the statue was so special to her. Her mother said that when she first heard about Hachiko as a young child she became obsessed with him. Apparently, she would drag her family to Shibuya at least once a week, even when her mom lived outside of Tokyo.

As an adult, it was just comforting. It was such a big part of her childhood due to her hyper fixation. His cute face staring at her made her almost feel safe.

She undoes the last of her braid, running her fingers through her now-wavy hair. A low rumble makes her head snap around. It continually grows louder, until she can see headlights coming toward her. She scrambles to collect her things and hides behind the statue.

A car pulls into the crossing, and she can see at least five men inside. Two of them hung out the window and she couldn't help but notice the large guns they carried. She shrinks back and clutches her bag to her chest. Car doors slam and she can hear the men talking to each other excitedly.

She shuts her eyes and breathes deeply, "Now what are you doing here all alone?"

Hotaru freezes, ice shooting through her veins. She slowly opens her eyes and turns to the source of the voice. A man stood over her, an assault rifle over his shoulder. His shoulder-length black hair was half tied up and he had a nose and eyebrow piercing.

He yanks her up by her arm and calls out to the other men, "Look what I found!" The two men outside of the car walk forward to meet them in the middle.

"She looks in good shape," one of them says, looking her up and down.

Her heart races but she keeps her body still, "Do you have any cards, honey?" The first man asks, throwing his arm over her shoulders.

She gives him a steely glare, "Cards?"

Another car door opens before a familiar voice calls out, "Kutsuki,"

She turns and the feeling of seeing a familiar face overwhelms her, "Hatter?" Before she knows it, she's wrapping her arms around the man. Something she never thought she would do.

He wraps one arm around her, "She's coming with us," he announces, "Welcome back to the beach, Kutsuki."

[georgianadarcies]

the freedom from telling him was so temporary. the second I had to be around him again I felt like I was trapped again

[lotus-pear]

i love you royal trio (minus akechi)

[twistedisciple]

A schism mended by the ordinary barbs and demands that characterized fell dragon and disciple showed little sign now of how long it might take before it split open again. Something in the back of Griss' mind knew it was only a matter of time, but he was all too happy to leave that thought behind, attention carried down instead to the finger jabbed against his chest. It drove him back a step, although not entirely out of the fell dragon's side of the tiny closet; that, Griss insisted on holding for himself for as long as possible. Something deep, deep inside feared that the door might never open again if he stepped out of that space.

But instead of snapping his fingers around the dragon's wrist again, he stood there with his hands by his side, a taunting smile daring Lord Rafal to push him again if that was really what he wanted. No matter how badly it hurt, it'd be what he deserved for --- everything.

"You want me to rip the rest of it off you and tell your boss that you're quitting?" he goaded, reaching up to pluck at the lace. "Was that your plan the whole time? Waiting for a knight in shining armor to come save you from this hellhole?"

Fingers danced across ribbons toward collarbone, teasing as much as they were scornful.

"Well, here I am," he continued in a toying voice. "You'll get fired if I complain, yeah?"

The dance made its way up to the silk collar around his neck, the claws that had ripped and torn at the outfit a moment ago now merely calloused fingertips brushing the shadow of the jugular vein.

"I'll do whatever makes you happy. Just say the word and I'll even set fire to this place. Think of all those bodies frying to a crisp... the pink ribbons melting into black mounds of charcoal... the terrified screams... mmm..."

✦ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐒'𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃 ✧

Mission Board: Anniversary, any point +1

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

My brother started asking me about about the research I did in high school and now I’m reminiscing about the good old days

[thatdemiboymess]

> Be me.

> Doing dishes, using a scouring sponge on my pizza pan.

> I enjoy the metallic scent, as usual.

> Metallic scent is nostalgic to me. It reminds me of being a child and sitting in the living room watching cartoons.

> Remember that the reason the living room had a metallic scent back then was because of The Stabbing where one of my mom's ex-boyfriends broke in the front door and started stabbing her boyfriend of the time.

> Realise that's probably a bit messed up, but so was the vast majority of my childhood.

> Continue doing dishes.

[joonberriess]

e s p r e s s o

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

⋆ WORD COUNT — 14.6 k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ouch.” Jungkook grumbles petulantly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What exactly did you do?” Seokjin laughs.

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

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

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

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

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

𓂃 ﾟ｡ ⋆ ⟡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Only one way to find out.

.

“Jeon over here!”

“Jeon, look here!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where the hell are you?” Yoongi growls.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

jk: did u see me tonight?

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

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

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

y/n <3: when is it?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get out there and make me proud.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Knockout!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There’s a next time?” He teases.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s all?” He grins back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Four…three..”

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

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

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

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

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

He did it. Holy shit, he did it!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, way better.

.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good?” You softly whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.” You fondly sigh.

“Again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

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

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

And ever.

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