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Spent hours decorating my Build a City Challenge Neighborhood and i enjoy every second of itâ¨
#finally my hood is coming life#i literally did this without money cheat & loans#eventually all building will have the same vibe as the 1st pic. i ran out of money to decorate#sims 2#ts2#simblr#hood: frostedvalley
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AFTER MISSION HOURS
a/n: mb guys, i cant escape the soft dom allegations i just love it too much. but gojo is a little rougher in this. wrote this as a result of the latest jjk ep and uuuhhhhhmmmm imma need him to be angry more CAAUUUUSEEEEE .....
warnings: sorta rough dom!gojo, fem!reader, face-fucking, deep-throating, oral (m receiving), multiple rounds, unprotected sex, spitting on your pussy, praise, degradation, use of âslutâ and âwhoreâ, creampie / breeding kink, aftercare and cute gojo at the end, n*sfw under the cut
âsâ satoru?â youâre taken aback when he stalks through the door, almost making a dent in the wall from how hard he slams it open and the darkness of the front door light does his eyes justice in showing just how bright they are. albeit a little less blue and swirling with something darker and youâre taken aback when he finally walks up to you and seizes your wrist.
ââtoruâ you should go see shokoâ!â youâre surprised when he whirls you around and nods his head towards the big sofa wordlessly and while youâre not a stranger to gojoâs outbursts when youâre arguing about how he needs to value his life more or when heâs uptight from a stressful meeting with the higher-ups, but never like this. frankly, youâve never even had to courage to tell him all the times heâs stared at you with hooded eyes and a frown etched onto his face, you had to hold yourself back from jumping him.
but now heâs taking matters into his own hands.
you yelp in shock as he pushes you onto your hands and knees and you look back at how he kneels in front of your slowly soaking underwear. gojo plants his hands on your ass and kneads, bringing his nose right up to your pussy lips and licks a stripe over the fabric.
âso wet jusâ from that? fuckinâ slut,â he whispers just loud enough for you to hear and youâre ashamed to admit that you like it a little too much when you let out a small whine unknowingly. âoh? like it when i call you a little slut?â
he makes sure to spit out the last part and his anger and stress lowers a little just seeing how you wiggle your butt closer to him and a smile spreads on your face. thereâs a little twinkle in your eye when you see the way your boyfriendâs hands make their way down to his pants but he stops short, larger hands wrapping around your waist to flip you over. thank god the couch was big, and he inches his way up your body.
âcâmon. take my cock out,â heâs staring at you from above, a sight you werenât used to, rather more accustomed to having him below you but this new change sends chills right down to your core. you tug at his pants impatiently and satoru watches with a close eye how you scramble to pull down his underwear and the way your lips part slightly. gojo hums softly when you start stroking it to full hardness and the awe on your face is just so adorable.
âsuck.â you didnât need to be told twice, bringing his angry weeping tip right to your mouth to suckle the pre-cum out of it and your eyes flick up just as he smirks. your mouthâs so full of him, moaning around his length as you bob your head in the uncomfortable position. âall ya good for, huh? made just fâr suckinâ me off.â
this gojo was miles off from your loving boyfriend but you loved it all the same, nodding and hollowing your cheeks and using your hands for the places you canât reach. your mouth and hands were no comparison to your tight cunt but theyâre second best, so warm and pliant. you stare up at him before coming off and drool drips down the side of your mouth.
âfuck my mouth, satoru,â your pleading eyes are too much for him, both hands still stroking him non-stop as you mix in your saliva with his pre-cum, lewd noises filling the hall. âplease?â
gojo simply laughs, a laugh that definitely says i should do this more, âsure, baby.â
and while his stress is immediately gone from seeing you beg, heâs not any more gentle as he lines his cock along your lips and holds onto the arm rests of the couch and fucks your face. the first thrust into your mouth, he moans out loud before his hips move quicker and quicker and you have hardly any time to adjust. your fingers squeeze his thighs with each ram into you, tip kissing the back of your throat you swear you can feel him in your stomach. youâve learned to hold your breath even when your nose meets with his untrimmed pubes, eyes never breaking contact as he slams into you.
âmouth sâgoodâ s-shit . .â gojo chuckles breathlessly when he hears you gurgle on his fat cock, feeling your tongue massage the base of his dick. the obscene gawking noises only gets louder when he pushes himself right to the limit, obsessed with how your eyes roll to the back of your head and you can make little noises around him. he gives a little quick glance to see your playing with yourself and he swears under his breath, pulling his hips back and letting you breathe. âfilthy girl. jusâ need me so bad.â
âyâyeah satoru. wanna take your mind off . . work,â you mumble, eyes focused on how his cock twitches and leaks pre-cum from his tip and you just wanna make him feel so good â youâre not even that big on the whole housewife thing, but the way gojo treats you? youâd be on your knees all day if you could, taking his warm cum down your throat.Â
âyeah? cute lil thing you are.â he taunts, bending his body so he could be inches from your face even as you continue pumping him and heâs trying not to lose composure. his eyes bore holes into your face from how hard he stares at you, breath shaky as your hands move under his jujutsu uniform and all over his upper body.
âuse me.â it comes so abruptly even you are surprised, knowing how you liked to be more passive in your sex life and still, this is your first step out of your meekness. âtake it all out on me, satoru.â
gojoâs chest heaves and he silently pulls away to face your cunt, removing your panties and he really wants to give you everything slowly like he likes it. he wants to see you cry as he rocks into you with gradual grinds but when you tell him something as dirty as that â heâs doing anything but that.
âhaah . .â satoru sighs at your clenching pussy, dragging his tip up and down, up and down your folds and just seeing your juices just flow and flow and heâs hypnotised, âcareful what you wish for, darling girl.â
you barely have time to register his warning before he slams into you and youâre screaming. itâs easy from how wet you are and it takes a small while as you adjust to his thrusts and gojo uses your body like a ragdoll. he hovers over you as your legs are limp and unsure of where they should go. this little dilemma isnât lost on satoru, grabbing your ankles and holding them as his hips move relentlessly and this has your hips lifting off the sofa; he easily reaches your g-spot like this.
âsatoruâ fucking g-god! satoruuu . . !â you moan at the roughness of his ministrations, thinking you were free from the assault when he lets your ankles rest on his shoulders but all he does is spit on your pussy. a perfect shot and he rubs it in with his thumb and it has you whining out loud at the sudden stimulation, ât-too much!â
âyou can take it.â gojo simply mumbles, thumb drawing timed circles on your clit as he watches his cock disappear into you. âcan do it when youâre clenchinâ around me this hard.â
gojo grins, sickly.
âah! my pretty little slut did it again.â the names were an exact opposite from the softer praise you were used to, and still they have you biting your lips and giggling in between moans, letting him fuck you like the cocksleeve you are.
âbreed me, âtoru. need itâ!â
âthat right?â gojo slams into you at the speed of an animal, clearly still high-strung from the mission and notices how you still are making sure he cums first. the thought makes his hips stutter paired with seeing your doe eyes as little pants leave your mouth and he needs to pull away from your clit to hold onto your thighs before he cums and cums and cums. your back arches at the feeling and a soft moan is heard from your lips at how it starts to fill you up.
gojo wastes no time to pull out and see his cum spill out of you before heâs doing a circular motion with his finger and youâre lying on your stomach like a good girl. you melt when you feel him scoop it all up, pushing the escaping cum right back into you and your head sinks into the cushions while your ass only pushes more into him.
âholâ on, baby, got another load for ya,â this thrust is wet. you can basically hear his cum struggle to stay in you to the point where his cock is coated in a thin layer of white and you can only moan out for him from below. he shuts you up but pressing you deeper into the sofa, a harsh hand on your lower back and your ass sticks out more.
âthaaatâs it . .â gojo smirks, licking his lips as he watches your ass ripple from the contact. each drag of his cock into your warm, cute pussy, his eyes are there, and each spurt of your arousal and his cum as his pelvis meets yours, heâs searing it into his brain, âthis what you mean by using you?â
youâre murmuring âyeahââs into the sofa, knees and arms suffering from fabric burn from how much your body was moving, and yet his throbbing cock is just too good. your mouth falls open when satoru reaches around to rub at your clit again and your hands fly to hold onto his wrists, âohâ right there, âtoru . .!â
itâs all too much for you, the previous load of cum spilling onto the couch below you, the filthy sounds of slapping skin and the sloppiness of your pussy that itâs even having gojo moving aimlessly into you, rather just rutting in you messily.
âgâna cum againâ f-fuck,â gojo swears as his fingers on your clit are more frantic to try to match his pace while he props a leg up onto the sofa and you thrash against his hold because his tip brushes against your cervix so good that youâre convulsing in the next second, whining and mewling as you cum all over his cock.
he can feel your cum and the sorcerer moans, switching to short, impatient thrusts into your tight cunt and his grunts merges with calls of your name, eyes scrunched up as he shoots his second orgasm into you. you try to grab at something as thereâs the familiar feeling of his tip releasing ribbons of cum deep into your womb, but you come up short, settling rather to dig your nails into fabric.
âtake my load like the cock drunk whore you are,â gojo grunts out lowly, grinding his hips into you just to get his last drops of cum into you and he has the audacity to massage at your lower back while your bodyâs still reeling from the intense high and yes, his anger is quelled a little but each time youâre with gojo satoru thereâs always surprise ambushing you from every corner.
you gasp when he pulls you up and pulls you against his chest, moving his hips in an experimental thrust right into you and youâre sagging over his strong arms that hold you up, whining incoherently as you struggle to stay awake.
âalright, alright,â satoru laughs softly, pressing a peck to your cheek, âneeda thank my baby for letting me use her.â
you barely manage a smile, turning back to him with a raise of your eyebrow, âcan still go . . âtoru . .â
he hums, and pulls you off of him slowly, dick jumping just a little when he hears a choked moan leave you at the feeling of his cum dripping from your cunt but he steels himself, âhm, donât think so, princess.â
you pout, immediately turning around to hug him close to you and gojoâs heart flutters at your cuteness. he sighs at your adamant stance, easily standing up with you wrapped around him and carrying the two of you to the master bathroom.
âletâs clean up and weâll see if youâre awake enough to go again, alright?â satoru whispers to you before turning on the shower, and later when heâs stuck in the toilet tidying up his pubes (he saw how uncomfortable you were earlier) and heâs letting you take the bed first, thereâs a perplexity and small fear that overcomes the male at the lack of answer when he calls out to you.
but gojo comes out to you slipping in and out of consciousness with only his shirt whilst hugging his pillow and he smiles to himself, getting dressed as quickly as possible and slipping in beside you. a soft smile is still plastered on his face when you naturally curl into his warmth and mumble out a soft i still had stamina, satoru.
âshh, go to sleep, baby,â satoru tugs you closer into him and he wonders if thereâs any way to love you even more than he already does, âwe have all the time in the world, silly girl.â
shibuya incident? tf is that?? never happened bitch
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DPXDC prompt. Dead on main. Singer! Phantom x Red Hood!Jason
Laws are easily changed if businessmen smell money.
Paulina and Sam suggest Danny to try to become a singer in order to change society's opinion about ghosts a little. In the end, the otherworldly sound of his voice can at least be used for the benefit of Realms.
And it seems like the Everlasting Trio is really liked by the public. At first they just release a few songs (Exams kill, Battle with myself, What an Autopsy Won't Show, Among the stars). But a mysterious atmosphere mixed with understandable teenage problems begins to take over teens playlists. Their fans want more and more.
So, when under the pressure of the public and profit-hungry bigwigs all bans on the presence of ecto creatures in the United States are lifted, the Trio goes on their first Tour.
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Jason stumbles upon Phantom's songs completely by accident. It was painful to hear them for the first time but at the same time it was as if he could breathe again because he had found someone similar. Someone who understands, and who doesn't judge him for coming back wrong. Jason listens to his voice on repeat and the rage seems to recede and subside. There is sadness of loss and fear in the songs but most of them end bringing some hope and this thought gives Red Hood more strength not to break down for another day. and then another, and another..And one day, the green eyes in the mirror do not scare Jason but shows him that he belonging to something more. Todd can't explain it more precisely, but it was as if the waters of Lazarus inside him had calmed down and he was no longer enemies with them. He even jokes with Tim that he is finally rest in peace and ready to live a full undead life when his brother (God, his lil brother whom he wanted to hurt recently because of his own stupidity), asks him about his strange behavior.
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Jason forgets how to breathe again. His favorite band, and most importantly his favorite vocalist, is coming to Gotham with a concert. For many years now, none of the nonresidents have dared to take such a risk, but it seems like Phantom has absolutely no instinct for self-preservation. Well, as a true fan, Red Hood will do his best so that none of the gothamites spoil the Trio's impression of their first concert here. Danny is beside himself with excitement. Their concert in the hometown of the Red Hood was approved. Of course, there is no chance that he would be able to meet such a busy vigilante but Phantom continues to dream. If he'll fly a little over the city instead of sleeping after rehearsals, maybe he'll get an autograph from at least one member of the bat clan.
~~~~~ Phantom: Thank you very much Mr. Nightwing sir. Just sign it for.. Nightwing: For a Phantom, right? Huh, I recognized you, my brother has poster in his room. Nice hairstyle by the way. Danny*urgently*: Which one of them?
Nightwing: Jeez, and I thought it was just a stage image. Ghosts are kinda creepy. Terribly persistent, to be precise. And yeah, Jason, he absolutely not against you as a vigilante. You can safely ask Phantom to sign your helmet, I promise. Man was so happy when find out you're listening to his songs, you have no idea.
Jason *holds out a hand*. Nightwing: What? Jason: If you dared to meet Phantom before me, then where is my autograph? Nightwing: Em..oops? I gave him mine if it helps.
Jason: *sounds of an angry lazarus demon*.
#dpxdc prompts#dpxdc prompt#dpxdc crossover#dpxdc au#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dcxdp#dead on main#dpxdc memes#danny x jason
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MY LITTLE VIRGIN ďź â
GOJO SATORU , your used to be upperclassmen who happened to be your friends-with-benefits teaching you how to kiss, also the one who took your virginity.
warning. highschool! gojo satoru ( early twenty and you are nineteen ), virginity lost, fingering, raw/unprotected sex.
wc. 2,8k
âhehe... it's amusing how you're still clueless about kissing,â gojo remarked, seated on your bed. his fingers traced along your neck, gently moving up to your chin. in your friends-with-benefits dynamic, you'd sought gojo's guidance on kissing, a proposition he willingly accepted.
âprepare for the best kiss of your life,â gojo chuckled, leaning in closer to your face. lifting your chin, he gazed at your lips with a playful glint in his eyes. blushing profusely under gojo's intense gaze, you nervously lick your lips. âi'm ready, satoru. . .â your voice wavers slightly as you try to maintain eye contact with him.
gojo smirks at your nervousness, finding it endearing. he leans in, closing the distance between your faces until his breath caresses your skin. gojo's smirk widens as he notices your blush deepening. his thumb gently brushes against your lower lip, parting them slightly. ânervous? there's no need to be. just relax and let me guide you...â
with those words, gojo closes the remaining gap between you. his lips meet yours in a tender yet passionate kiss. his free hand moves to cup your cheek, tilting your head for better access as he deepens the kiss.
after a moment, he pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, âlike this... follow my lead and let instinct take over.â feeling overwhelmed but also strangely exhilarated by gojo's expert touch, you nod, trying to follow his instructions. your hands tentatively reach up to rest on his shoulders, holding onto him for support as he continues to guide you through the kiss.
as he pulls away again, you can't help but whimper softly in protest. but then you see that teasing smile on his lips and realize there's more to come. his blue eyes twinkling with mischief, gojo chuckles softly at your reaction. âoh? did you want more already?â
without waiting for an answer, he captures your lips once again in another searing kiss. this time though, he adds a new elementâ his tongue slips past your parted lips seeking entrance into your mouth. the sensation is overwhelming and intoxicating all at once. you find yourself responding eagerly, mimicking gojoâs movements as if driven by some primal urge.
pulling back after what seems like eternity but was probably mere seconds, gojo gazes down at you with satisfaction. âsee? that wasnât so bad now was it?â but before giving you time to respond, he leans in once more for another tantalizing kiss.
moaning softly into the kiss, you wrap your arms around gojo's neck, pulling him closer. your body feels electrified from the intimate contact, and you can't get enough of his taste, his scent, the way he makes you feel.
when he finally breaks the kiss again, you're left panting and dazed, struggling to regain your composure. âth-that was... s-satoru,â you manage to stammer out, your cheeks flushed a deep crimson. looking up at gojo with hooded eyes, you bite your lip and murmur, âmore please... teach me everything...â
a low chuckle rumbles from within gojo's chest as he takes note of your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. âmmm... you're quite the eager student aren't you?â he leans down to capture your lips once more in a long, slow kiss that leaves both of you breathless when it ends. pulling back slightly, gojo looks into your eyes with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.
âiâll teach you everything... but remember, practice makes perfect. so let's keep practicing until we've perfected this art form together.â and without waiting for another word from you, he dives back into another passionate kissâ this time taking things even further than before.
lost in the whirlwind of sensations, you forget all about being shy or inexperienced. all that matters right now is gojo and the way he makes your entire body tingle.
your hands roam freely across his back, feeling every muscle beneath his shirt. you press yourself closer to him, wanting nothing more than to lose yourself completely in this kiss. every flicker of gojo's tongue against yours sends sparks shooting throughout your body. each brush against your sensitive lips draws moans from deep within your throat.
breaking away from the kiss momentarily, you gasp for air while looking up at gojo with lust-filled eyes. âmore... please don't stop...â gojo grins wolfishly at your plea, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you, âas you wish...â
he trails hot kisses along your jawline and down the column of your throat, occasionally nipping lightly at the sensitive skin. one of his hands slides underneath your shirt, skimming over your stomach and ribcage before cupping your breast.
at the same time, his knee nudges your legs apart as he settles himself between them. the pressure of his hips against yours sends jolts of pleasure through your core. returning to your lips, gojo kisses you deeply, passionately, pouring all of his desire into the embrace. when he finally pulls away, you're both panting heavily.
âhow do you feel now? ready for round two?â
your mind is foggy with lust, unable to process coherent thoughts beyond the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. all you know is that you crave more of gojo's touch, more of his kisses, more of everything he's doing to you.
arching into his touch, you press your breast harder against his palm, silently begging for more stimulation. your hips buck involuntarily, seeking friction against the hard length of gojo's thigh. when he asks if you're ready for round two, you can only nod frantically, too lost in the haze of pleasure to form words. your lips seek his out once more, demanding another scorching kiss.
this time, as your tongues dance, you start to explore gojo's mouth with yours, learning the contours and depths of him. a satisfied growl escapes gojo as he feels your breasts pressing into his hand and your hips grinding against him. he loves seeing how responsive you are to his touches, how eager you are for more.
sliding one finger down from your breast, he teases along the waistband of your pants before dipping beneath the fabric. his digit traces lazy circles against your heated flesh, drawing soft whimpers from deep within your throat.
breaking off from the kiss, gojo looks down at you with a burning desire in his eyes. âlet's make sure this second round is even better than the first...â with those words, he plunges two fingers inside you, curling them upwards to stroke that sweet spot hidden within. at the same time, his thumb finds its way to your clit and begins circling slowly around it.
âfeel good?â
a loud moan tears itself from your throat as gojo's fingers delve deeper, hitting spots inside you that you didn't even know existed. your back arches off the bed, pushing your chest towards him. his thumb on your clit is pure tortureâ each circle sending waves of pleasure radiating outward. it feels incredible, too much and not nearly enough all at once.
your nails dig into gojo's back, leaving red marks where they claw at his skin. ââtoru. . .â you gasp out between moans, âfeels so good...â your hips move instinctively against his hand, chasing after that elusive climax that seems tantalizingly close but always just out of reach.
gojo's eyes darken with lust as he watches you writhe beneath him, your face contorted in pleasure. he loves seeing you like thisâ completely uninhibited and at his mercy. âthat's it baby, let go. give in to the pleasure...â
he increases the speed of his fingers, pumping them in and out of you at a rapid pace. his thumb presses down firmly on your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. gojo leans down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to mix pain with pleasure. his other hand grips your hip tightly, holding you in place as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.
âcome for me. i want to feel you fall apart on my fingers.â
the combination of gojo's relentless fingering and relentless thumbing sends shockwaves of ecstasy crashing through your body. every thrust of his fingers, every circle of his thumb pushes you higher and higher until there's no turning back. a strangled cry rips from your throat as you finally tip over the edge. your walls clench around gojo's fingers in rhythmic spasms, pulsating with each wave of orgasmic bliss that washes over you.
your entire world narrows down to the feeling of gojo's fingers inside you and his thumb working magic on your clit. the pleasure is so intense, so overpowering that it threatens to consume you whole. as the last tremors subside, you collapse back onto the bedâ spent yet utterly satisfied.
gojo continues to pump his fingers slowly inside you as you come down from your high, milking every last drop of your release. once your spasms have ceased, he withdraws his fingers with a satisfied smirk.
âlook at you, coming undone so beautifully for me. you took your lesson well, i must say.â
he brings his fingers to his lips, sucking your essence off them with a low hum of appreciation. âdelicious. . .â leaning over you, gojo captures your lips in a deep, sensual kiss, letting you taste yourself on him. after a moment, he pulls back with a mischievous glint in his eye, âbut we're far from done, sweetheart. there are still plenty more lessons to be learned... and i'm just getting started.â
even though you're still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm, a fresh wave of arousal surges through you at gojo's words. the thought of what else he might teach you sends tingles racing down your spine.
you manage to push myself up onto your elbows, your heavy-lidded gaze locked onto gojo's handsome face. âshow me, teach me everything...â without waiting for him to respond, you reach down and unbutton your pants with shaky hands. the cool air hits my overheated skin as you peel off your clothes piece by piece, exposing more and more of yourself to gojoâs hungry eyes.
your heart pounds wildly in your chest as you lay bare before himâ vulnerable yet filled with anticipation for whatever comes next. watching you strip off your clothes, gojo's cock twitches eagerly against his own trousers. he lets out a low chuckle, admiring the sight of your flushed skin and swollen breasts.
âi love seeing you like thisâ open and willing. it's incredibly arousing...â he moves closer, his blue eyes darkening with lust as he takes in every inch of exposed flesh. reaching out, he runs a single finger down the center line of your body from collarbone to belly button, savoring the sensation of your smooth skin under his touch.
ânow, let's see how well you can please someone.â
with that said, gojo starts unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. his throbbing member springs freeâ long and thickâ standing proudly erect against his lower abdomen.
âare you ready to take me on?â
your breath hitches in your throat as you watch gojo undo his belt and unzip his trousers. the sight of his erect member makes your pussy clench in longing. in response to his question, you nod vigorously, unable to form words due to the intense desire clouding your senses.
you reach out tentatively towards him, wanting nothing more than to wrap your fingers around his shaft and guide it towards your needy entrance. but instead of taking control, you wait patiently for him to initiate contact again.
as you lie there before himâ naked and wantingâ anticipation builds within you like never before, finally realizing that gojo is going to be the one who took your virginity. gojo smirks at your eagerness, enjoying the way you stare hungrily at his manhood. he steps out of his trousers and kicks them aside, revealing himself fully to you.
âthere's no need to rush... we've got all night.â
he positions himself between your spread legs, leaning down to tease the head of his cock against your slick folds. the tip rubs gently against your clit, spreading your wetness across both areas. looking up into your eyes, gojo gives you a wicked grin, ârelax and enjoy the ride...â
slowly, he begins pushing into youâ stretching your tight walls deliciously wide around him. each inch that enters fills you up more completely than anything ever has before.
âfeels fucking amazing doesnât it?â
âfuck!â you cried in pain the moment he's bottomed out inside you. your nails digging into his biceps and eyes tightly shut from the pain of your virginity being taken with his massive cock.
at your sharp intake of breath and pained cry, gojo pauses for a moment, giving you time to adjust to the sudden fullness. he brushes a strand of hair away from your face, offering reassurance despite the fierce grip of your nails on his arms.
âshh, it's okay... just breathe. you're doing great.â
once you seem more comfortable, he carefully starts to rock his hips, withdrawing slightly before pressing back in at a slower, more controlled pace. the movement helps ease the initial discomfort, gradually building the pleasurable friction between your joined bodies.
âsee? this isn't so bad, is it? in fact, it feels pretty damn good already...â as gojo starts moving, the initial pain begins to fade, replaced by an unfamiliar but not unpleasant sensation. it's almost like your body is remembering how to accommodate something so large inside you.
you manage a weak nod, still struggling to catch your breath, ây-yeah... it's okay now. . .â emboldened by the gentle rhythm, you start to move your hips in sync with gojo's, meeting him thrust for thrust. a soft moan escapes your lips as the pressure builds anew, this time centered on the sweet spot deep within you that he seems to hit perfectly with every stroke.
mindlessly, you tangle your fingers in his white hair, pulling him down for a desperate, clinging kiss as if trying to merge your very souls together through the intimate act. gojo grins against your lips, pleased by your growing responsiveness. he deepens the kiss further, tasting your sweetness while continuing his steady thrusts.
âthat's right... let go and feel everything...â
he breaks away from the kiss only to trail hot kisses down along your jawline and neck. with each downward stroke of his tongue against sensitive skin, he matches it with another slow plunge into your welcoming depths.
feeling your inner muscles clenching around him drives gojo wild; he can tell that despite being a novice at sex, you were born for this kind of pleasure. the combination of gojo's relentless thrusts and teasing kisses sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. your mind becomes a blur of sensationsâ the feeling of him filling you completely, the sound of his low growls echoing in your ears, even the scent that surrounds you is intoxicating.
a loud gasp tears itself from your throat as he finds that perfect spot again and again, causing sparks to fly behind your closed eyelids, âoh god! âtoru. . .â
your entire focus narrows down to the point where they connectâ it's overwhelming but also addictive. you find yourself arching up into him instinctively, urging him deeper.
âplease don't stop. . .â
hearing you beg for more spurs gojo on, his movements becoming more urgent and powerful. he grips your hips firmly, using the leverage to piston into you at a frenzied pace.
âfuck, you feel incredible, so tight and wet for me.â his harsh breathing mingles with yours as he chases his impending climax, driven mad by the exquisite sensation of your velvety walls gripping his cock. âgonna fill you up so g-good, baby, mark you as mine...â
gojo's thrusts grow erratic as he nears the edge, his balls drawing up tight against his body. with a final, brutal shove, he buries himself to the hilt inside you and holds still, roaring out his release as hot jets of cum flood your insides.
your whole body trembles violently beneath gojo as his seed floods your womb. the intense heat and pressure trigger an explosive orgasm in you, sending shockwaves of pure bliss radiating outward from your core.
your inner walls clench and flutter around his pulsing length, milking him for all he's worth. a strangled scream rips from your throat as wave after wave crashes over you, leaving you drenched in sweat and utterly spent.
âoh fuck! s-ah!atoru!â
as reality slowly comes back into focus, you realize just how deeply connected you two are at this momentâ physically, emotionally and spiritually. there's no turning back now; you've been claimed by him in every possible way.
collapsing onto you, gojo lets out a satisfied sigh as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm. he plants tender kisses along your collarbone and chest, marking you as his own in ways beyond mere physical possession.
âthat was... incredible.â
still buried deep within you, he slowly starts to withdraw from your clenching walls, allowing them to stretch and contract around his softening member. each pull sends another jolt of pleasure through your system, prolonging the high.
âfeel better now?â
despite having just given you the most intense experience of your life, gojo looks at you with genuine concern and affection. after he collapses onto you, his heavy weight provides a comforting warmth against your cooling skin. his chest rises and falls rapidly against your breasts, matching the frantic beating of your heart.
despite the exhaustion seeping into every fiber of your being, thereâs an undeniable satisfaction that settles deep within you. you run your fingers lazily through his disheveled hair, feeling proud yet vulnerable at having given yourself so completely to him.
âthat was... incredible,â you murmur softly, give him a tired smile, looking up into those captivating blue eyes filled with raw desire and affection.
with a contented sigh, gojo leans down to capture your lips in a tender, lingering kiss. his tongue sweeps against yours softly, savoring the taste of you mixed with the musk of their combined arousal.
âmmm, i knew you'd be amazing...â
he pulls back slightly to gaze into your eyes, his expression a mix of pride, adoration, and possessiveness, âyou're mine now, in every sense of the word. never forget that.â gojo rolls off of you and gathers you close, cradling your body against his as he strokes your hair soothingly, ârest now, my little virgin. we've got a lifetime of pleasure ahead of us.â
nestled securely in gojo's embrace, you let out a happy sigh, feeling safe and cherished in his strong arms. your eyelids grow heavy as the aftermath of your intense lovemaking washes over you, lulling you into a peaceful slumber.
in your dreams, you see flashes of the futureâ moments stolen from time, memories made with gojo, and a love that transcends the boundaries of life and death. when you awaken, you know without a doubt that you belong to him, and he to you, forevermore.
as you drift off to sleep nestled against him, gojo watches over you protectively. he runs his hand gently across your back, marveling at how different things could have turned out had he not intervened earlier today.
but fate brought you here, together. and though he may be many thingsâ powerful mage, leader of jujutsu high schoolâ nothing compares to how much he cares for this fragile human girl now lying trustingly beside him.
he smiles softly as he listens to your quiet breathing, knowing that whatever challenges await them both, they will face them side by side. for better or worse, you are his now.
âsleep well, my love.â
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WARM NIGHTS & CLEAR LINES â JJK (m.)
there haven't been a lot of people who have come into your life that became important to you â and you didnât expect jeon jungkook to be one if it â not at all. but what started as a casual relationship turned into more than that, and now you find yourself deeply in love with him â and happily so.
or; your first "i love you" comes out completely wrong.
PAIRING cnbl!jungkook x cnbl!female reader
GENRE r18+ (SMUT, fluff) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
WORD COUNT 11k of pure fluffy and smutty nonsense đ literally 90% of this is smut
WARNINGS/MISC fluff galore, cnbl jk is the father of all simps all men need to be like him fr, angst if u squint but like not really đ, oc's tendencies to be avoidant of her feelings show up lol i still love u saur, best boy cnbl jk ):, he will disintegrate if he cant call her by a petname [ explicit sexual content: unprotected s*x (its just a fanfic its not that serious), panty sniffing (like very quick), dirty talking lol, c*nnilingus, they hold hands during it <3, VERY SLIGHT foot action but like its very fleeting lol u dont need to worry about it lmfao, multiple s*x positions, cowgirl position cos her eyes are pretty trope, good ole cre*mpies ], L b*mb drop and an ily kink develops. literally every paragraph theres an ily crying. anyways i think thats all feel free to inform me if i left out any
NOTES i have like 11 asks on my inbox asking about how cnbl couple is and what their label is are they official now etc etc and they've sitting there since bush administration </3 after two years of drought we are finally so back. i purposefully didnt answer any of th asks since i want to make a drabble for when they finally make things official so this is it awrkive nation𩷠this can be read as a standalone?? but like pls read cnbl first lol (also i thought i ate this title when i thought about it but now i realize it kinda sounds ass but its 2am so give me some slack. also this is unedited skjfdjkfhdk AND this will also be my last post before i go mia for the next few weeks due to big life happenings. leave ur thoughts in my inbox or reply section to get a cnbl jk to gođŤ
ORIGINAL STORY [CNBL] | MAIN MASTERLIST
Jungkook loves when he gives it to you slow. Loves the heavy breathes that puff out of your mouth, the drawl out moans that give your mouth that lovely, erotic O-shape which image burns in his head for the next few days (two days, at the very least), and the way he can feel the exact moment when you clench and unclench around the ridges of his hard cock.Â
But he also loves it when he jackhammers into your pussy, pounding in and out of it at a quick pace that your eyes roll to the back of your head, your fingers digging into his skin (or scalp), the staccato rhythm of your âohâs and âahâs that sound like real music to his ears, and the way your mouth hangs open as you utter sweet gibberish into the air because the pleasure heâs giving you feels too much.Â
âGive it to me, give it to me,â you whisper against his mouth. On your back, youâre sprawled across his bed, your thighs resting on the crook of Jungkookâs elbows as he pounds into you like heâs trying to win a contest.
Thereâs dried up tears on the side of your eyes, your lips swollen from the way youâve been kissing for minutes, and Jungkook finds it hard to focus on one thing when you have your pussy gripping around him like a fucking vice, your breasts bouncing at his every quick thrust, and your pretty face looking at him like you just want nothing but cock.Â
âY-yeah, fuckââ Jungkook grunts, repeating the same motion of fucking into you at a pace so fast he can hear his bedframe hitting the wall when he thrusts back. He grips your thighs tight, veins popping out of his arms. âYou like this, baby? Love when I fuck you quick and fast?âÂ
You nod your head, bottom lip caught in your teeth, looking up at him with those hooded eyes that Jungkook is near to losing his goddamn mind. God, youâre so fucking pretty it genuinely hurts him. Most especially his dick.
âAm I fucking you stupid, angel?â He slides out, and then enters you abruptly, making you cry out in pleasure. âI'm taking care of you so good you can't think straight, huh? Hm?â
âY-yes!â You squeak out, grabbing to try and hold onto his biceps. Jungkook leans forward so you can find leverage on his body, his dick hitting deeper into your core at the movement. At the mewl that you let out, he stretches your legs higher until you almost feel like youâre being folded in half, with Jungkook jackhammering his dick into your tight pussy.Â
"S-so goodâŚ" you whimpered, almost out of breath.Â
Jungkook groans at the pretty sound. âNghâ I feel fucking good, too, baby. You're so fucking pretty. Squeeze those tits for me.â
You oblige, grabbing your boobs and squishing them together. Jungkook revels at the sight, wanting nothing but to burn every second in memory. Sometimes, he wishes he can have some sort of copy of you two doing this⌠just a little something for your own private enjoyment. He hasnât brought it up to you, mostly because he thinks you wonât necessarily be into the idea as much as he is. Will probably say no, or be partial to it at best.
Next time. He tells himself.Â
âFuck, fuck â fuck!â Jungkook grunts, sliding in and out of you, picking up his pace more, beginning to sound delirious at the sensation of your walls fluttering around his cock. Itâs impossible the way you just grow tighter every second, clenching around him like you donât have any intentions of letting go.Â
âJ-Jungkookâ!â You cry out, arms reaching out for him, and when Jungkook sees the small stream of tears falling out from your eyes again, he canât help but fuck you senseless. âOh my godâ ahâ fuck, i-it feels so good, donât stop, donât stop.âÂ
He continues his movements, pounding into your pussy, tightening his hold on your hips. Your nails dig into his forearms, and your chest subtly moves up and down at every action that he makes. When you close your eyes, thatâs when Jungkook knows that your climax is near, and so he stays consistent in his pace, just fucking into you deep and fast â just like how you like it now.
âAhâ there, Jungkookâ oh godâ!â You yelp, choking in your words, your pussy spasming around Jungkookâs cock until he feels that burst of hot white around his shaft. You reflexively let out a loud moan, but what you say next completely catches him off-guard.Â
âIt feels so goodâ I love you.âÂ
Jungkook staggers, dick slipping out of you momentarily at your sudden confession. But as he lets his gaze fall to your face, you have your eyes closed, lost in the moment, like how you usually are when you just orgasmed â and Jungkook knows he canât talk to you at that state, nor can he ask to confirm what you just said.
So he looks down at where your bodies meet, shakily breathes when he sees the base of his cock getting covered in your cum, your juices dripping all over his dark sheets making a wet spot underneath you.
âF-fuck,â He hisses, quickening his pace to let himself go.Â
He thinks about the sound of your âI love youâ, how it falls prettily on your lips, and how good it would be to hear that one more fucking time.
Letting out a guttural groan, the thought completely tips him over the edge, and he grips his cock to shoot his cum into your swollen hole, painting your walls white just as you painted his shaft the same color with your own orgasm.Â
Unexpectedly, he feels you gush the second time.
Itâs cold and itâs hot at the same time â the sensation. Itâs top three one of the best feelings a man could ever experience, and Jungkook is greedy â always greedy when it comes to you â that he pushes his cock back in to put it all in you, not wanting any to be wasted on the mattress. And just because he wants to hear that pretty moan from you again when he enters your cunt.
You do, making the hair on his body tingle.Â
He drops down beside your body â more like on top of you, but a little off to the side â making sure to not put all his weight on you lest he hurts you. As usual, you receive him wholeheartedly with open arms, humming when he begins to suckle on your still rock-hard nipples, his hand shooting up to fondle the other one. Instantly, your hand caresses his hair.
âKook.â
âHm?â He hums against your breast.Â
âIâm sore. Get your dick off me.âÂ
Jungkook frowns, but nonetheless acquiesces and slides out of you. He hisses when he feels your cum leaking out, about to insert a finger in you to stop it, but you take his temporary separation from you to stand up from the bed, leaving him on it alone.Â
âBaby,â Jungkook calls â whines â really, looking at you with furrowed brows.Â
You roll your eyes. âIâm not cockwarming you tonight. Iâm going to the showerââ When you see him moving to get up from the bed as well, you shoot him a glare. âNo. No funny business. Iâll just go clean up and you can too and then weâll sleep.â
âI can clean you up.â Jungkook looks at you, wide-eyed. You look at him dryly. He sighs and then lets himself fall back to the bed, naked and all that, his dick still semi-hard against his stomach. âOkay, fine.âÂ
âGood.âÂ
He stares at your ass as you go to the bathroom, enjoying the view of your naked back before you disappear inside the room.Â
Jungkook closes his eyes as he crosses his arms on the back of his head, thinking that maybe itâs good you didnât let him in the shower with you because⌠how does he bring up the fact that you just said⌠it?
âI love you.âÂ
Did you⌠mean that? Like⌠you love him? Like, actually, love love him?Â
Itâs been eight months since your whole set up started. Four months of solely fucking and another four months of more fucking but youâve actually both established that you like each other.
Of course, Jungkook feels more than that. He has for a long time now. Heâs liked you since the first time you had sex and he started having deeper feelings for you every other day since then.
Needless to say, Jungkoon loves you.
Has for a long time now.Â
But he didnât say anything because he was scared that you would be scared. He felt like the luckiest guy on earth when you told him you liked him â and he felt pretty much untouchable when you two started exclusively dating each other four months ago. Youâre definitely his girlfriend now and him your boyfriend â and sure, you havenât had The Talk yet, but⌠now that you said you love him⌠that pretty much changes the course of everythingâŚ
Right?Â
However, he finds himself pondering on it.Â
Did you really mean that? Jungkook doesnât think youâre the kind of person who just spout words as heavy as that confession, so you couldnât have been insincere when you let that out.Â
But⌠you were in the middle of sex, though. Did you just say it because you were in that position? Maybe you figured him out long ago now, have already known that he loves you, so you just said it to get him off?Â
Thatâs probably not the case, he physically shakes his head. He knows that you know you donât need to do anything else other than be underneath him or on top of him so he can release. Hell, your mere voice is even enough to tip him off the edge; there are countless incidents where he feels a certain kind of desperation for you, in the morning or in the middle of the night when youâre away and not in his arms, and he presses your name on his contact last, then whatâs supposed to be an innocent call turns into something very much far from wholesome when he feels his dick twitch at the very sound of your voice and embarrassingly cums in his pants when you goad him about it.Â
You know your tight hold on him. You donât need to say I love you to get him off.Â
But damn, did that really get him going more than usual.
âShit.â Jungkook hisses, his head throbbing at the thoughts going haywire inside his head. His dick has calmed down now, soft in between his legs, and heâs starting to feel sticky, especially with the ruined sheets on his back.Â
Standing up, he picks them up to put them in the hamper, grabbing a towel real quick to wrap around his lower half.Â
When he finishes changing the bedsheets into fresh and clean ones, thatâs when you step out of the shower.Â
âI turned on the hot water for you.â You say, tightening your baby blue robe which is a pair of Jungkookâs own robe that he bought for you two two months ago.
Jungkook walks over to your direction and takes you by the waist to plant a quick kiss on your lips.Â
âThank you, angel,â he says. You give him a smile and he canât help but give you a peck once again. âI made the bed.âÂ
âThanks.âÂ
Jungkook stands there and he doesnât notice that heâs staring until you point it out with an arched brow.Â
âWhat?âÂ
With a surprised look, Jungkook takes himself out of his trance. âOh, uh, nothing.â He gives you a hesitant smile. Heâs actually thinking of asking you about the thing you said earlier. But right now, as he looks at you again, he finds himself a bit reluctant. âIâll shower now.âÂ
You look at him weird and Jungkook chuckles as he leans down to kiss you again.Â
When you break the contact, going over to his closet where a huge portion of your own clothes have already made its own way to, Jungkook thinks that maybe heâll bring it up when he finishes showering.Â
But as he steps back out of the shower ten minutes later, youâre already sprawled across the bed with your nightie on.
And as Jungkook steps closer to you, youâre fast asleep, soft snores coming out of your mouth, pretty and peaceful in your slumber.Â
Jungkook smiles at the sight.Â
Tomorrow. Heâll bring it up tomorrow instead.Â
In the morning when Jungkook woke up, he didn't find you in his arms like he expected to. And when he looked through the notifications on his phone, your text told him that you already went for your 10 am class. Jungkookâs first one is at 2:30 in the afternoon.Â
He intended to take you out for lunch in the afternoon, but when he called you, you said you had a meeting with your club and youâd only be free in the evening onwards.Â
At 9:30pm, when all of Jungkookâs classes have ended, he sent you a text again, hoping youâd be free by the time.Â
One whole day of not seeing your face and he was starting to feel a little on edge.Â
[9:31pm] Jungkook: hi baby classes ended [9:31pm] Jungkook: hru i havent seen u at all today
Jungkook couldnât help but send another one.
[9:32pm] Jungkook: i missed u. can i come over?
At that point, he was already over at the uniâs parking lot, going to the direction of his car and unlocking it when he got near. When he buckled himself into the driverâs seat, he hoped to see a reply from you.Â
But nothing came.
When he arrived home at the end of the day, he took a quick half-bath and ate some leftovers in the fridge.Â
As of now, as he settles himself onto his bed, he scrolls through your text thread, the Delivered button on his last text taunting him the longer he looks at it.
With furrowed brows, he begins to type up another message but then soon, the Delivered stamp changes to Read, and the three dancing dots on your end play on his screen, which somehow lightens his mood.
[10:45pm] princessđĽ°đ: Hello, Kook! So sorry for the late reply. I got caught up with classes and the long meeting with the club today [10:46pm] princessđĽ°đ: We apparently have to push the fall edition of the print a week earlier and I also have to revise some stuff in my thesis so Iâm a bit tight on sched
Jungkook nods to himself upon reading the text message, feeling bad for you.
[10:47pm] Jungkook: ohh ic ic [10:47pm] Jungkook: do u want me to bring u food?Â
[10:48pm] princessđĽ°đ: Like, youre coming over?Â
[10:48pm] Jungkook: yeahh [10:48pm] Jungkook: if u wantÂ
Jungkook waits as the bubbles appear and disappear on your end, until he receives your final reply.
[10:50pm] princessđĽ°đ: Hmm I appreciate it but Im over at Hanaâs right now. Club stuff. And then Iâll go home later to work on my paper
Pouting, Jungkook sighs as he reads your message. He really wants to see you today⌠he misses your pretty face and your voice and your touch.
But he doesnât really want to push. Youâre very anal about your personal space, especially when it relates to your academics.Â
Letting out another heavy sigh again, he tells you to give him a call when youâre at your place.Â
He doesn't receive any.
âHey,â
âWhat theââ You see the librarian from across the room immediately eyeing you with a deadly stare. Mouthing a shameful âsorryâ, you clutch your chest, turning to the embodied voice again properly this time. Only to get taken aback. âOh hey⌠hi.â
Jungkook stands in front of you and he looks so⌠handsome â nothing new or groundbreaking, per se. He always looks like that. With only a simple combo of grey hoodie and black cargo pants, his backpack slung over one shoulder, he can probably outmodel professionals on the runway. Though, the way he looks so comfy is making you want nothing but to snuggle him.Â
âBusy day?â He asks, pertaining to the laptop and stack of books on your table. Placing his bag on the floor underneath the table, he takes the seat beside you.Â
âYeah⌠I'm writing an essay right now.â You offer him a small smile. It feels like you haven't seen each other for weeks, but the truth is, it's just been over two days since you were at his place.
âI see. Do you mind me here?â
âNope. You can do whatever you want.â
"Can I kiss you then?" He asks and that makes you pause.Â
Looking around, you take note that there arenât a lot of people in the library anymore as itâs already late. Thereâs the librarian a few feet away from you, but heâs currently busy doing something on his computer. With a quiet chuckle, you face Jungkook and say, âDo you need to ask?âÂ
Jungkook shrugs, already leaning towards you. âI just feel like it.â
âIt's fine, Kook.â you turn your head to him, and he does not waste any second, closing the gap between you both and capturing your lips in his for a soft kiss.
You sigh in his mouth. You miss him so much and he smells so good it calms your insides. You've been stressing over the essay youâre writing, but all that seems to die down as a result from the exchange with Jungkook.
God, you really need to talk to him.Â
âMissed you.â He says once your faces are apart. He pecks your lips one more time for good measure and gives you that adorable bunny smile of his.
âWe saw each other, like, two days ago.â You chuckle, making sure to muffle the sound.
Scooting his chair closer to you, Jungkook whines in your ear, âToo long.â When you look at his face, there's a small hint of pout on his lips.Â
âWell, we're here now.â
âReally?â Jungkook raises his brow. âThen let's get out of here. You can write your essay at my place and I'll cook you dinner and then we can binge watch the third season of Twin Peaks.âÂ
âYou haven't even started on the first season, why are you watching the third.â You say with an incredulous tone.Â
âDoesn't matter.â
It does matter.Â
Jungkook has driven you both to his place. When he turned on his TV, you told him you can just start Twin Peaks all over again so he can understand what he's watching, but he insisted that he was gonna know the context eventually â fast forward, he did not. So here he currently is, asking you who everybody is and whatâs the context of what theyâre saying, and as much as you love his company, people posing questions after questions while watching something will never not be a pet peeve of yours.Â
âBaby,â you start. Jungkook looks at you with doe eyes. You cup his face and stare at him seriously. âYou're annoying me.â
He lets out a gasp.Â
A literal, audible gasp.Â
âThat hurt. Please tell me you're joking.â Jungkook says that, but you can see the playful glint in his eyes as you squint yours at him.
He made you bulgogi and you both devoured the last of it five minutes ago â and you're thankful for his kindness and generosity but godâ
You push on his chest lightly. âThen stop asking. I told you we can just watch the first season but then you want to jump into the last one, of course you're gonna be confused.â
âYeah but you already watched all of it. I didn't want you to get bored.â Jungkook pouts. You stare at him for a while and you kind of hate that heâs so handsome and so cute at the same time it makes it hard for you to completely be annoyed with him.
There's a fond look on your face when you roll your eyes again. Scooting closer to him on the couch, you plant a quick kiss to his cheek.Â
âYou're really sweet, Kook, but why don't we just watch a movie or something.â
He leans down to kiss your mouth. âAlright. You pick the movie and I'll go grab some chips from the pantry.â
You smile at him before he disappears to fetch some food, leaving you to browse through the catalog. When he returns shortly, you muse, âYou're really nice and sweet to me today. What's up?â
Jungkook scoffs, as if offended by what you said. âAm I not nice and sweet every other day?â
âThat's not what I meant. You're just extra sweet and extra nice tonightâ I mean, you usually put up a fight on who picks the movies.â
âI let you win every time though?â He says and you nod in thought.Â
âTrue.â Looking back to the television, you hover over the Notting Hill poster. Thinking that the description sounds interesting, you click on it. As the movie loads, you turn your gaze to Jungkook and nudge his leg. âBut stillâŚâ
He canât help but chuckle at your persistence. Gathering your feet on his lap, he leans back and retorts, âI just missed you so much. Is that bad?â
You don't anticipate the way he lifts one of your legs, holding your ankle up and then putting a kiss on it.Â
It makes blood rush to your cheeks. With his mussed hair and the grey hoodie and cargo pants from earlier changed into a simple white shirt and grey sweatpants, he looks comfy you just want to jump him and bite him and kiss him all at the same time.Â
Damn. He really makes you feel a whole lot of things you're starting to think you need an intervention.
Youâve never been so attracted to somebody before. It may be because you know youâre past the point of being just attracted to him.
And then thereâs that beat in your heart again. The flip-flopping and the weird feeling in your stomach.
You look away from his intense gaze. âNo.â
You hear him let out a low chuckle, a sound so attractive you feel the hair on every part of your body standing up.Â
âCome here.â he puts your legs away from his lap, much to your little disappointment. But he beckons you to come close to him, and so you do, leaving your lying position from the couch to go over to where he is. You don't know whether you're gonna place yourself beside him or what, but he beats you to it as he takes your thighs and guides you to straddle him.Â
You do so without any words, following his lead. You feel heat creeping up your neck when you finally land on his lap, his arms circling around you.Â
âWhy do you still smell like flowers even after a whole day?â It's followed with him sniffing the juncture between your neck and shoulder, inhaling your scent.Â
You flinch 'cause it tickles a little. He always does and says that shit and you can't help but laugh, always not knowing what to say to that. But Jungkook doesnât seem to need your input, anyway.Â
He squeezes your body, hugging you tighter to him.Â
âI really missed you, you know?â
You giggle. âYeah, you said that the third time now.â
âYou're keeping count but why can't you just say you miss me too?â He pulls away, making sure to face you so you see the pout on his face.Â
You peck his lips. âThat's because I don't.â You joke, earning a glare.
âWow, first you say I'm annoying and now you apparently didn't miss me?â You're sure he's joking but the frown on his face makes you think that maybe somewhere in his head, he's thinking otherwise.
You smile at him. âI was just kidding, Kook. Of course I missed you too. And thank you for the food.â You say against his lips, leaning down to kiss him again.Â
âDoes that mean youâre done avoiding me now?âÂ
Breaking away from the kiss, you look at him in surprise, taken aback by his words.Â
âWhat?â you say, confused.Â
Jungkook arches a brow. You both stare into each otherâs eyes but then his gets way too intense that you canât help but look away. Thatâs when you hear him sigh.Â
âBaby, talk to me.â Jungkook cups your jaw with his palm, gently directing your face towards his. âI donât like when we donât talk. You clearly have something on your mind. What is it? Is it something I can fix?âÂ
Hearing his words makes your heart melt and your brain turn into mush. Is it something I can fix? Jesus.
How can you not fall for him when he says things like that?Â
âDid I do something wrong?â Jungkook asks when you donât say a thing.Â
That earns him an instant, aggressive shake of your head.Â
âNo, Jungkook. You didnât do anything wrong, not at all,â you say, planting your palms on his shoulders to assure him. You see the slight hint of smile on the curve of his lips. âItâs, uh, itâs meâŚâ you trail off, not sure how to navigate your next words. You take note of the way Jungkookâs eyebrows meet in confusion. âIâve just been⌠feeling weird lately.âÂ
At that, his confusion grows even more, but itâs more out of concern instead of perplexity.Â
âWhatâs wrong, angel? You donât feel okay?â He says, caressing your face as if heâll find the issue there. He looks so willing to just get you to okay and it makes your heart beat a little faster than usual.
âNoâ I mean, I feel okay. Itâs not that,â you shake your head, shy at his doting. When he waits for your next words, you canât help but bury your face in the crook of his neck as you sayâ more like whisperâ against his skin, âI told you I love you the other day.âÂ
You feel Jungkook stilling under you. And it makes you nervous. Heart racing against your ribcage, you canât find it in yourself to break away from your hold on him because that would mean you have to look into his eyes â and you donât want to. Your cheeks feel so hot and you feel like throwing up. Your emotions are all over the place and Jungkookâs prolonged silence isnât helping at all.Â
But suddenly, those thoughts die down when you feel him relaxing underneath you, his arms wrapping around your waist. You feel a weight on the crown of your head and with a gentle rub on your back, Jungkook whispers against your hair, âI love you, too.âÂ
That makes you instantly look up from him. When you see his face, his lips are curved into a soft smile.Â
With furrowed brows, you voice out your concern.Â
âYou donât need to say it back just âcause I told you that.âÂ
Now, itâs Jungkookâs turn to be confused.Â
âIâm not saying it just âcause you said it, baby.â He looks so sincere and for a moment, you feel bad for doubting him for a second. Jungkook mustâve noticed the look on your face as he cups your jaw again, angling it towards him. You feel his smile against your mouth when he presses his lips to yours. âI'm in love with you, __. I have been for the past few months now.âÂ
Your eyes widen a bit when he calls you by your name.
Jungkook has always liked calling you by every endearing pet name in the world that youâre lowkey convinced he forgot your real name at this point, but when the sweet syllable rolls off his tongue, you canât help but melt.Â
He doesnât seem to notice your surprise, though. Just breaks away from the contact youâre both engaged in and he takes your wrist in his hand, lifting it to his face to kiss the skin on the side of your palm.Â
The action was so momentary and brief but it doesnât deter the fact that it made your heart jump.Â
You think itâs funny how you feel so much whenever heâs around. You think itâs funny that you feel so giddy â even after all this time.Â
You think itâs funny that before the whole thing started, youâve never considered this ever happening but here you are, completely elated over the fact that youâre in love with Jeon Jungkook and he feels the same way too.Â
âYou have?â You say, voice quiet. He nods, humming, leaning to your palm when you put it over his cheek. âSince when?âÂ
âThe first time we went to that abandoned house.âÂ
Your lips part at the declaration. That was⌠that happened so long ago. Nearly four months from the present.
âThat long?â You blink a few times at him, not really sure how to react to that confession.Â
Jungkook chuckles lowly, pressing a kiss to your thumb again. You like how his instinct is to always have a form of physical contact with you whenever youâre around. You donât know if he knows that himself, but youâve definitely observed that for the past few months youâve been âexclusivelyâ seeing each other and it just⌠absolutely melts you.Â
âI know⌠Iâm a bit of a coward for not telling you sooner. But I didnât want to scare you off.â Jungkook says admittedly, and his last sentence makes your heart twinge.Â
He didnât want to scare you off. Of course heâd think that. You had a total breakdown at the prospect of him opening up to you just four months ago â before you told him you liked him.
You swallow the sudden lump in your throat. âIâ yeah. I was in my head over the past two days, you know?âÂ
Jungkookâs face etches into a look of concern. âHm?âÂ
Nodding your head slowly, you find comfort in tracing random shapes and lines on his chest instead.Â
âThese feelings⌠theyâre not new. I didnât just wake up one day and realized I love you. I felt it during the time when we woke up together in bed for the first time at your place. I felt it when you drove three hours from your parentsâ house to my dorm just âcause I told you I missed you. I felt it when you stayed up late with me just so you could help me make my flash cards. Iââ you look away, suddenly embarrassed at what youâre saying. Itâs not like you to say so much. Not like you to show and voice out this extent of your emotion. âI remember the times I felt I loved you for the briefest of moments in the past three months, but lately, I can't stop thinking about it and suddenly, I canât count on my fingers anymore how many times I felt I love you. I loved you every hour of last week and yesterday I loved you even more.âÂ
You watch as Jungkook looks at you with parted lips. Awe-struck? You donât want to hype yourself up too much. So you look away, keeping your eyes focused on his white shirt.Â
âAnd what about today?â Jungkook suddenly speaks.Â
You free your bottom lip from your teeth and finally look Jungkook in the eyes. âI love you more than I did yesterday. And tomorrow Iâll do the same.âÂ
âFuck.â Jungkook utters, bowing his head. His tone's a mix of incredulity, amusement, and joy at the same time. When he looks up at you again, he looks at you with so much sparkle in his eyes youâre starting to think youâre a fool for not noticing earlier the love they hold for you in them. âI just⌠wow.âÂ
Your eyebrows meet in confusion.Â
Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head. âI just⌠I had this huge confession in my head, you know? Iâ uhâ I wrote it in my notes app.âÂ
Suddenly, the serious atmosphere breaks as you canât help but laugh. âWhat?â
With a small pout, Jungkook continues, âIâm not good with words, you know that. So, I had this big confession planned out. I was gonna tell you in detail how much I love you, but after hearing what you just said⌠I forgot about everything I tried to memorize last night.âÂ
Now youâre giggling in his lap. Just trying to visualize him typing on his phone while figuring out what to say to you and him studying it, memorizing the linesâŚ
You're so glad it's him you fell for.
âDonât laugh,â he scolds, but there's a hint of playfulness that lies underneath it. Jungkook inserts his hand under your shirt and starts rubbing the skin of your waist. âTruth is that I was afraid when you started avoiding me. Thought Iâd lose you again.âÂ
His vulnerable confession makes you stop completely. Thereâs a certain melancholy in his eyes when he mentions it, and you feel like scolding yourself for even causing that.Â
âWhat I did wasnât the most mature way to go about it. Iâm sorry,â you start. Sighing, you adjust yourself on his lap to get more comfortable. âUh⌠I guess I was just embarrassed and wanted to have time to compose myself.âÂ
âWhat were you embarrassed for?âÂ
Thereâs heat that spreads to your cheeks. For a brief second, you consider lying, but then you remember honesty. Itâs what got you both here. Just being open to each other and communicating.Â
âJungkook, no one wants their first I love you said during sex.â You deadpan.Â
âOh.â He blinks.Â
At that, you canât help but roll your eyes. âExactly.âÂ
âWhatâs wrong with that, though?â Jungkook furrows his brows. But his tone borders on teasing when he continues, âYou know what they say? Make a girl cum one and sheâll love you, make a girl cum twice and sheâll actually tell you she loves you.âÂ
âOh my god.â you groan, jabbing at his chest slightly and taking off your legs off the couch so that you stop straddling him.
Jungkook bursts into laughter and is quick to grab your waist, effectively pulling you back to him again. It results in you falling haphazardly into his lap, which he takes as an opportunity to cage you in a hug and guide you on your back to hover on top of you.Â
âIâm kidding, baby,â he whispers against your cheek. âIâm kidding.âÂ
You inhale a sharp breath when he starts kissing along your jaw. âGood.âÂ
âI really appreciate you for saying all those things. I wish I can be as eloquent as you,â He tips your jaw with his fingers so that you look at him. âYouâre a poet, __.âÂ
That makes you smile. You secretly like when he calls you by all these petnames... but the way your name rolls of his tongue just hits a lot more different.
âAs long as you love me back, Kook.â you say, pushing his bangs off his forehead so that you can look at his face wholly.Â
âI love you.â He confesses, kissing your lips.
âI love you too.â you smile.Â
Jungkook pecks your lips one more time and suddenly follows it up with another one. Soon, youâre a giggling mess underneath him on the couch when he keeps it up until it tickles.Â
âJungkook,â you whine, wriggling under him and avoiding his mouth.
This only makes Jungkook chuckle in the crook of your neck, halting his cute assault on your lips. When the high of the laughter comes off, you feel a wet trail of kisses down to the base of your neck, and suddenly, Jungkookâs hands are under your shirt, rubbing along the bare skin of your waist. While he peppers open-mouthed pecks on your neck, his fingers trail upwards until theyâre on your bare tits.Â
âOh,â you let out a low moan when his palm squeezes around the flesh.
It earns a groan from Jungkook, who presses himself closer to you. And itâs when you feel the growing need on his crotch area â his dick poking your stomach as he stays lapping up your neck.Â
âJungkook,â you call him again. It takes Jungkook a few seconds to look up at you. When he does, his long hair is a mess on his head and his eyes are hooded in that drunken-like state, lips wet from his previous ministrations.Â
âHm?â He hums, gives both your boobs a good squeeze again, making you sigh out. Jungkook continues to touch you, fondling your breasts in his hand as he starts kissing up your jaw instead.Â
âI want you.â you whisper against the air, closing your eyes at the sensation of his touch.Â
He feels so good on you. You want to take off your stupid clothes.
âShit,â Jungkook hisses, giving an involuntary thrust against your crotch that made you both groan. âFuck. I want you, too, babyâ god, let me justââÂ
You whine when he breaks away from you, but you watch in awe as he makes quick work of kneeling in between your legs, peeling off the white shirt from his body with one arm from the back in a swift motion. He throws it on the floor and swipes his hair out of his face, and in that brief moment, with his toned abdomen and inked arm, you nearly melt.
âCan I take off your shorts?â He asks, but he already has his fingers hooked over the bottom youâve changed into when you got into his apartment. Giving him a nod, you help him in taking off the garment by lifting your bum off the sofa. Jungkook, ever the expert in the art of taking off your clothes, does it quick, the shorts landing on the floor together with his shirt, forming a small heap. Bottoming out, he takes your thighs in the crook of his elbows and scoot your body closer to his. The angle is a bit awkward from where you lie, and Jungkook makes your cheeks burn when he turns his head to the side to kiss your knee. âSo beautiful, baby. Your legs are so smooth.â
âStop talking,â you say, embarrassed.Â
Jungkook chuckles at your reaction, already used to it. His face leans even closer and soon he has the tip of his nose on your panty-cladded core. Like clockwork, he takes a subtle sniff, closing his eyes for a little while at the scent, gripping your thighs tighter at the action.Â
If you werenât a heating mess before, youâre near on combustion now. Surely, Jungkook knows what this does to you.Â
âYou smell so good. Such a pretty girl,â he grunts. Then, he presses a kiss to your pussy which makes your breath hitch.Â
âJungkook,â you let out a whine for the nth time. âDonât tease.âÂ
He shushes you out, clicking his tongue as if you did something wrong.Â
You capture your bottom lip in your teeth. Jungkook cups your jaw so you can look at him when he says, âBe patient, princess. Iâll give you what you want. Always.â His voice is gentle and soft, and you know he means it.Â
Still, you give him a pout.Â
âI wanna fuck.âÂ
He chuckles, low and sounding so attractive when he brings his fingers through his hair again. It doesnât help that you can clearly see the outline of his dick getting bigger inside his grey sweats. Damn those joggers for real.Â
âOkay,â Jungkook smiles down at you. âTake your shirt off.âÂ
You make quick work of removing your shirt off to reveal your naked body to him. At this point, only your underwear and his pants are the only things keeping you apart.Â
As usual, Jungkook zeroes in on your body instantly, paying the most attention to your tits. According to him, theyâre two of his most favorite things in the world and as much as youâd like to call bullshit on that, it really does seem like heâs not joking about it at all.Â
âOh, baby,â Jungkook brings your legs down gently, sliding on top of your body and hovering as he quickly fondles your boobs with his huge palms. âFuck, youâre so soft.â He says, pressing a kiss to your cleavage. Not wasting any more time, he latches his tongue around a nipple, and you automatically hold onto his head for support when the sensation nearly knocks you off the couch.
Despite that little movement from you, Jungkook continues to lap at your breasts. Licking and tugging at your nipple to get it hard, paying attention to the other one by pinching it and simultaneously squeezing. As seconds pass, Jungkook alternates between your breasts, and as he does so, you feel your core starting to heat up, your need growing bigger.Â
âB-baby,â you sigh out, gripping his hair tighter which makes him grunt. âI want you.âÂ
âI know, baby, I know.â He whispers against your skin. Youâre about to whine some more when Jungkook finally leaves your chest to pepper kisses down your stomach. When he gets near your nether region, he guides your legs to hook over his shoulder. âThese gotta go.â He says about your panties, and youâre more than willing to help him take it off you.Â
The moment it's no longer on you, Jungkook hisses at the sight, head leaning down to finally plant his mouth on your pussy.Â
The first lick feels ecstatic just like it always does. With Jungkook lapping up a big stripe over the length of your core, you keep your bucking to a minimum, holding onto his hair instead.
âTaste so fucking good, I can never get enough of you,â he says before he dives in again. Jungkook has this thing when he eats pussy. He always does it like heâs making out with your mouth, his tongue prodding at every seams, wrapping your labia around his lips and being messy with it.
Jungkook breaks away for a while as you hear a sound of spit, followed by the cold sensation of his saliva dripping down to your hole. Soon, you feel Jungkookâs thumb beginning to rub your clit, resulting in a ragged breathing from your lungs.Â
âF-fuck,â you moan, tightening your hold on his hair youâre sure youâre pulling on his scalp.Â
âYouâre so fucking wet for me. So sensitive,â Jungkook says as he picks up the pace of his thumb. âAinât that right, pretty girl? All for me, right? This is all for me, hm?âÂ
âY-yes!â you squeak out when you feel him prodding his tongue at your entrance again. His finger is fast against your sensitive bud, with his tongue lapping up the juices that eagerly come out of your hole. Jungkook makes out with your pussy like he would with your mouth, and with the tip of his nose touching your skin at this proximity, you can't say youâre not close to the edge. And embarrassingly so â because heâs just gotten started and you already feel like cumming.
âShâshit,â Jungkook hisses. He shifts his thumb with his tongue this time in stimulating your clit, using two fingers instead to stretch your pussy out open just so he can see the way it throbs and flutters at his every action. Itâs a sinful sight, really, the way youâre so open and wet for him.Â
Soon after, Jungkookâs getting a little more aggressive in the way he pushes his head closer to your core, jaw working to devour your mound, two digits inserting themselves in your aching hole that somehow satisfies your need to be filled at the very moment.Â
And youâre a panting mess beneath him â trying so hard to muffle the moans from your mouth. Jungkookâs gotten a total of three noise complaints for the past 4 months youâve been fucking at his place â and even though he tells you not to worry, you find that itâs hard to believe when the one time that you got to ride in the elevator with his neighbor, she looked at you both like she knew youâve done something.Â
Never again.Â
As if having read your thoughts, Jungkook breaks away for a while to say, âDonât hold back, gorgeous. Let me hear those pretty moans of yours.âÂ
Your cheeks burn with heat as you see his wet jaw and plump lips when you glance down. When your gazes meet, Jungkook inserts his middle and ring fingers in his mouth, and when he pops them back out all wet with his saliva, he pushes them into your hole, lax in his movements, looking right into your eyes as he does so.Â
âOh my god,â you gasp, holding onto his wrist automatically when he pumps his digits into you faster than his pace earlier.Â
âThere,â Jungkook smirks. âMoan for me, angel.âÂ
âJ-jungkookâ oh my godâ ahâ!âÂ
Jungkook goes back to leaning his head down and soon enough, his mouth is back on your pussy, simultaneously sucking your clit and licking around your labia, all the whole sliding his fingers in and out of you, you can feel yourself dripping down the leather of his couch.Â
âFuck,â you sigh out, suddenly feeling overstimulated.Â
Jungkook picks up his pace and you feel a sting on the sides of your eyes as the pleasure begins to build up. Your hold on his wrist falls off and as if he knows exactly what youâre looking for, he reaches for your hand with his free one, interlocking your fingers together as you see him look up at you while he eats you out.Â
âOh god,â you mewl, reaching down with your other arm to swipe his fringes off his forehead so you can see him better.Â
Jungkook stares intently at you as you do the same watching him licking your core enthusiastically. You let your head fall back at a particularly delicious lick, and soon after, you feel that familiar zap that starts on your toes that goes right up to your stomach.Â
âK-kook,â you call pathetically, swallowing the lump in your throat. It feels somewhat dry at this point. Closing your eyes, you focus on the sensation of his tongue flicking your clit, saying, âIâm cumming.âÂ
Jungkook keeps his movements of your pussy, not relenting even when you grab his hair a little too tight, and you feel like youâre breaking off his fingersâ joints by the way youâre gripping it so hard.
âIâm cumâ there, fuck, that feels so goodâ Iâm cumming!âÂ
The knot in your stomach snaps and you feel a gush of wetness coming out of your pussy when it does so. You hear Jungkook groaning in between your legs, his licking becoming more messy as you feel him use three fingers to rub over your core like a greedy man wanting everything to be his.Â
âJungkookâŚâ you sigh out, your fingers easing their hold onto his, already feeling sensitive after your release. You look down at Jungkook only to see the crown of his head as keeps lapping up your wetness. He hums in your pussy and you know you canât keep him off there for awhile so you wait, running your fingers through his hair soothingly, feeling bad for almost ripping it out awhile ago. âKook, Iâm sensitive.â
âHm.â He hums to acknowledge you. He licks one last stripe before he lets go, easing off your thighs on the sofa and trailing kisses on your stomach and breasts until heâs eye level to you. âLove how you taste,â he says, kissing you, and your cheeks burn with heat when you feel your orgasm off his mouth. When he breaks the kiss, he looks at you with a smile you can only identify as lovesick. âI love you.âÂ
That makes you melt.Â
You thought it would feel weird to hear him say it. But you think about the future and how there would be more like this, with Jungkook telling you he loves you in more shared random moments and you canât help but mirror the smile he has on his stupid handsome face.Â
âI love you.â you say, initiating another kiss.Â
When Jungkook presses his body to you, thatâs when you feel his cock poking into your stomach. You assume heâs even more rock hard now, given the previous events.Â
Sneakily inserting your hand between your bodies, you try to reach for the bulge in his pants and when you take a hold of his dick, Jungkook grunts.Â
âBabe,â he whines and breaks away from your lips and buries his face in the crook of your neck instead.
âItâs completely unfair how you still have your pants on while Iâm completely naked.â You say, palming him through his sweats. You feel Jungkook tense above you, and when you give him a particularly hard squeeze, he retaliates with a bite on your shoulder that makes you squeal. âWhat the hell was that for?âÂ
âFor teasing me,â Jungkook says, finally looking at you. He grabs your arm, kisses the side of your wrist before he hauls himself off you completely, planting his feet on the floor while you lay there on the couch bare and cold. But that doesnât last long as you feel him picking you up with ease â bridal style.Â
âJesus,â you bury your face in his chest out of embarrassment. Youâre all naked and heâs carrying you towards his bedroom in this ridiculous position.Â
Meanwhile, Jungkook just laughs and as he reaches his bedroom, he closes the door lightly with his foot.Â
âIâm not done with you yet,â He says when he puts you down on the mattress. He has that smarmy smirk on his face as he gets out of his grey sweatpants slowly. Youâve had the inkling he wasnât wearing any underwear considering that it felt like there was not that much of a barrier when you held them there earlier â but it still takes your breath away when heâs left completely in his naked form, stiff and red-tipped cock standing to attention in his lower abdomen. Arching a brow at you, he trudges over to the edge of the bed and with the deep timbre of his voice, he calls you, âScoot over here, love.âÂ
The new endearment definitely catches you off guard. Love. Is that something heâs gonna be calling you from now on?Â
You definitely donât mind.Â
You follow his instructions and let your body move closer towards the bottom, making Jungkook hum in approval.Â
âThatâs a good girl.â Suddenly, Jungkook yanks your legs to his direction and you gasp in surprise, only to realize the position youâre both in.Â
Heâs standing right over the edge of the bed while he guides your legs to rest over his shoulders.
Jungkook and you have tried a lot of positions since you established your thing, but surprisingly, this has never been one of them and you find yourself curious as to what heâll do next.Â
His tattooed bicep flexes as he trails his finger up your naked thighs, making the hairs on your body tingle, especially your pussy which is all bare for his own viewing. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you watch as Jungkook turns his head to the side, and a gasp catches in your throat when he begins kissing up your calf. When his mouth nears your toes, you nearly yank it out of his hold.Â
âK-kook,â you stammer, but all Jungkook does is pay you a momentary look and a non-committal hum, turning back to your feet again where he presses a tentative kiss to your big toe. When he feels you wriggle it in his hold once again, he turns to you with furrowed brows. You look away. âItâs uhmâŚâÂ
When you donât say anything, Jungkook fills you in. âYou donât like it?âÂ
You feel your cheeks burning even hotter. Fucking hell.Â
âNoâ I mean. Uh. I donât know?â You knit your brows, confused yourself. Youâve never really thought about dabbling into the more adventurous aspect of sex but Jungkook has changed that ever since â right now, though, what heâs trying to do is confusing you. Youâre sure youâve never thought about feet and sex at the same sentence â but when Jungkook kissed your toes, that might haveâÂ
Oh god. No freaking way heâs trying to give you a foot kink.Â
âThatâs okay,â Jungkook smiles at you warmly. âI was just gonna kiss them, baby. I love every part of youââ he presses a kiss back to your calf again. Staring deep into your eyes, he tells you gently, âBut Iâm not gonna do anything you donât and wonât like, love.âÂ
It seems like the new unlocked petname is doing all things because you could just feel the sudden gush of wetness coming out of you as soon as he said that. Jungkook mustâve noticed, paying a quick look to your pussy and scoffing in amusement as he sees it.Â
âYou like that? Love? Hm?â He caresses your thighs again, his other fingers trailing dangerously close to your core. âSeems like me calling you love gets you wet. What about I love you? Does it get you wet just like how it gets me hard when you say it as well?â
When Jungkook presses his thumb to your clit again, you moan, feeling him continue his ministrations. You hold your breath when he begins picking up the pace of his rubbing, and with your position, it gives you an opportunity to spread your legs even more, feeling Jungkook hiss at the action.Â
âFuck. You really are so pretty. Iâm so fucking lucky you love me,â Jungkook says. He talks sweet but you hear a sound of spit coming from him to your pussy, his saliva dripping down your core, making you mewl. âIâm gonna make love to you all night. Show you how much I love you.â Jungkook whispers as he pushes a finger into your hole, sliding in and out. âLook at what you do to me, love.âÂ
You open your eyes to see what heâs talking about, and when you zero in on his cock, it impossibly became bigger, the tip an angry shade of red now. It looks so tight and rigid and veiny that you want to whine to touch it â but you decide to lay still, anticipating his next move.Â
âPut it in me,â you say, sounding challenging.Â
âI will, just gotta make sure youâre all ready.â Jungkook muses before he inserts his finger once again. It glides in pretty easily, and youâre sure that youâre more than ready to take his cock.Â
Grunting, Jungkook pulls you closer and lets go of one of your thighs to grip his dick. He gives it a good squeeze twice before he puts it against the lips of your pussy.Â
âOh god,â you moan at the weight of him.Â
âShit.â Jungkook hisses. You know heâs feeling the exact same way you do.Â
When he prods the tip at your entrance, you nearly squeal in delight. Instead, you grip the sheets behind you and look at the way Jungkookâs brows knit in concentration as he grips the base of his cock to enter you fully.
You both moan in unison when the first inch gets inserted, with Jungkook gripping your other thigh tighter and inhaling a sharp breath. Jungkook enters you slowly and arduously, like heâs savoring every second that your pussy swallows every part of his cock.Â
âYouâ fuckâ you love a big cock but youâre so fucking tight,â He groans as he begins to slide in the remaining inches, getting both your thighs together again.Â
âItâs your fault,â you retaliate, hissing when he begins to move a little inside you. It doesnât hurt the least bit â you were already way too wet from your first orgasm on the couch of his living room â but in this position, his cock feels deeper and it just feels so damn good.Â
âHow is itâ shitâ my fault?â Jungkook grunts, beginning to pick up his pace. âI fuck you almost everyday.âÂ
âOh godââ you moan when he hits a little too deep at a particular thrust. âYouâre so big, thatâs whyâ fuck.â
âHah.â Jungkook scoffs, bottoming out to enter you again. âPlay with your tits for me, baby. Fuck, I love them so much.âÂ
You grab your breasts, thankful at the suggestion because theyâre bouncing a little from his pounding and youâre sure theyâre gonna be sore the next day.Â
Needless to say, Jungkook likes what he sees as he continues to slide his cock in and out of you at a steady, slow pace.Â
There are two sides to Jungkook when it comes to sex. Sometimes, he likes to do it fast with jackhammer thrusts that makes you question his stamina and strength â not rough, because he told you youâre too much of a pillow princess for that (you rolled your eyes at him so hard and he only laughed at you, telling you itâs actually because he didnât like the thought of hurting you in any way), and you admittedly love that. Itâs what got the words âI love youâ out of your mouth in the first place. Intense fucking coupled with intense emotions are a combination you now realize is dangerous â but right now, as he pounds into you slowly, making you feel every ridge of his cock, you realize itâs your favorite.Â
Thereâs something so intimate about the way Jungkook closes his eyes when he seemingly tries his very best to contain his strength as he enters you with his dick. Itâs weirdly hot when he inhales a sharp breath to regulate his breathing, brows furrowed in concentration. Like this, you get to feel every moment of where you both started and where you end.Â
And when Jungkook leans down on the bed, folding you in half at the action, his dick hits deeper as he plants his palms on the mattress, is cock continuing their ministrations in your cunt.Â
He grunts in your hair, grabbing your breast and squeezing it hard in his palm which earns a moan from you. Jungkook looks at you and kisses your parted mouth.Â
âI love you,â he says when he breaks away, kissing your cheek. Then the tip of your nose. And then the space between your eyebrows. âI love you so much.âÂ
You giggle. In the middle of sex. When his cock is snug deep in your pussy.Â
âYouâre a sap.â you canât help but cup his face in your hand, grinning at him widely.Â
âWhereâs myâ shitâ I love you back?â Jungkook knits his brows, thrusting in and out of you still. He grips your hip with one hand, and there are balls of sweat on his forehead starting to form at the exertion from his body.Â
âOf course I love you too, baby,â You say. âKiss me.â
Jungkook doesnât wait any more second and leans down to capture your lips into an open-mouthed kiss. You donât break away until his hips stutter, indicating his impending orgasm.Â
Heâs usually the one who whispers all those sweet nothings in your ear when youâre on the brink of your climax, but this time around, you tell him how much you love his cock, how itâs made for you, and how much you want to keep making love to him all night â and thatâs how he breaks.
âF-fuck,â Jungkook groans as he shoots his hot white orgasm inside you, his voice strained as he finishes off with a few more erratic thrusts. âOh god.âÂ
âThatâs it, Kook, cum for me,â you whisper against his lips, your legs already sliding off his shoulder. You canât help but moan against his mouth when you feel him cumming more.
âI love you, angel.â Jungkook says and kisses you again.Â
You reciprocate the kiss and hope he feels the smile you have on your lips.Â
You donât really expect to cum again â but then Jungkook suddenly palms your ass and taps both cheeks.Â
âCum for me a second time.â He says, pecking the side of your lips.Â
You shake your head. As much as youâd love to, you feel like youâre actually about to break tonight.Â
âItâs fineââÂ
But Jungkook cuts you off quickly. âPlease?âÂ
And how can you say now when he looks like⌠that? His sex afterglow puts every man in the movies to shame. And youâre just human prone to giving in â especially when it comes to him specifically.
âOkay.â You say, tapping his cheek with a smile. âHow do you want me?âÂ
âWant you to ride me.â He whispers. âWanna see your pretty eyes while youâre bouncing on my cock.âÂ
You ignore the flutter in your heart at his words.
Jabbing at his chest lightly, you roll your eyes at him and let him get off you to position himself against the headboard of the bed. Jungkook grins when you soon plant your folded legs on both sides of him, helping you put his still erect dick inside your still sopping wet pussy.Â
You both hiss at the sensation, with you closing your eyes at the way he feels. Meanwhile, Jungkook doesnât waste any second and dives into your breasts immediately, tugging and sucking at your nipples, squeezing and fondling at the flesh, and moaning when you begin to move up and down on his lap.Â
âS-so good,â you mewl, wrapping your arms around his neck, fumbling with the hair on his nape.Â
âThatâs it, love. Doing so well.â He leaves your breasts in favor of your jaw, peppering kisses there until he makes a stop at your lips again. Jungkook finds solace in holding your hips as you move on your own, and as he watches your closed eyes and parted mouth, he leans back to the headboard, looking at the image of you at the very moment â wishing he could burn it into memory.Â
âMy godâ ahââ You begin to speed up your pace, concentrating on the way Jungkookâs cock seemingly hardens at your every drop and fall.Â
Soon after, you feel Jungkook sneaking his hands in your pussy, and when you plant one of your palms on the mattress leaning back, Jungkook rubs your clit to help you reach your climax.
You feel yourself leaking on him from both your orgasms in your pussy earlier, and at the thought of that, you feel another wave of ecstasy that snaps in the bottom part of your stomach.
âOh my fucking god.âÂ
You bury your face in Jungkookâs neck the moment you cum, breathing erratically against his skin.
âYou did so well, baby,â Jungkook kisses your hair, caressing your head lovingly. âI love you.âÂ
Humming, you let your body fall lax against his, feeling like your bones just lost all its joints, unable to move. Thankfully, thereâs Jungkook to take care of that. When you refused to move, he teases you about being a baby and carries you to the bathroom instead where he tells you to pee while he prepares the shower for the both of you.Â
Minutes later when youâre both done cleaning yourselves, you lay in Jungkookâs bed beside each other. Or more like, you lean almost all of your weight on top of him, your legs and arms wrapped around his body with Jungkookâs arms underneath your neck, serving as your pillow.Â
âI think I just unlocked a new kink.â Jungkook says, alternating between kissing your forehead and caressing your head.Â
âYou discover one, like, everyday.â You tell him, eyes shut closed. Youâre starting to feel sleepy from everything you did tonight.Â
Jungkook snorts. âFair. But for the record, nothing beats this new kink of mine.âÂ
âWhat is it?âÂ
âThe I love you kink.â
Even if you canât exactly see him, youâre sure he has that stupid cute bunny grin on his face.
Chuckling, you say, âGod, you really are so corny.âÂ
âHey, can a boyfriend not be turned on when his girlfriend says she loves him?âÂ
At that, you freeze. Jungkook mustâve noticed because he stops caressing your head. You move away from his chest and lean on your elbow so you can look down at him.
âWeâre girlfriend and boyfriend now?â You ask with knitted brows.Â
Jungkook looks just as confused. âI mean⌠yeah?âÂ
âOh.â You nod. Looking to the other side of the room, you ponder, âWell, that makes sense.âÂ
Jungkook looks offended when your gaze falls back to him again. âWhat do you mean that makes sense? Weâve been boyfriend and girlfriend since you told me you liked me.âÂ
âYou told me you liked me too,â You roll your eyes. âBut⌠really? You think that?âÂ
Now, Jungkookâs pouting.Â
âWait, you didnât think we were boyfriend and girlfriend all these months?âÂ
âEhâŚâ You think about the past four months since you both established an exclusive relationship with each other. Youâve always thought it was just this unlabeled thing. But apparently⌠âI guess we are boyfriend and girlfriend.âÂ
âI literally introduced you to my friends as my girlfriend last month, though?â Jungkook asks.Â
You jut your bottom lip out. âI have no idea.âÂ
He sighs. âForget about it.âÂ
âItâs okay. I love you.â You say, blinking at him.Â
Jungkook visibly melts at that.Â
âI think you just found a new way to get away with anythingâŚâ he says, eyeing you suspiciously.Â
You snicker and cheekily press a quick kiss to his lips.Â
There haven't been a lot of people who have come to your life that became important to you â and you didnât expect Jeon Jungkook to be one if it â not at all. But what started as a casual relationship turned into more than that, and now you find yourself deeply in love with him â and happily so.
Meanwhile, Jungkook thinks the same as he caresses your hair, staring at your serene face while you sleep in his arms, thinking it couldnât get any better than this.
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i'll teach you love, don't worry.
simon x virgin f!reader 2.2k words oops
explicit smut mdni
cbf!simon teaches you everything.
he convinces you to let him be your first kiss. "don't ya wanna know how to kiss when finally get your first boyfriend?"
embarrassing, because you're in college yet still completely inexperienced.
when you bite your lip and give a subtle nod of agreement, a sly smirk graces his lips.
"don't worry love, i'll teach you."
the way he slowly slanted his lips over yours, his tongue gently sliding into your mouth, his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip before pulling awayâ breaths mingling as he rested his forehead against yours after the searing kiss had your knees weak. if it wasn't for him holding your body up, you would've crumpled to the ground.
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cbf!simon convinces you to let him teach you how to masturbate. (and kinda eats you out.)
"ya gotta learn your own body first before letting anyone else touch ya."
when you bring up the fact that he'd be touching you for this, simon just said, "yeah, but i'm not jus' anyone, am i love?"
kneeling on the edge of your bed, his warm breath fanned over your bare cunt as he spoke. "ya wanna use the pads of your fingers to touch the little nub tha' peeks out from under your hood." doing as he said, you flinch at the sensitivity of it. "you're just not used to it, is all, you're alrigh'. now, i want you to start drawin' small circles on your clit."
when he sees you wince, he quickly grabs your wrist and pulls your hand away. "oh. you jus' need a bit of lubrication, love. if you'd let me, i can help ya with tha'."
the word yes is scarcely past your lips when he's grabbing onto the supple underside of your widened thighs, gently urging you to lean backâ arms instinctively supporting your weight behind you.
he leans forward until his mouth is inches from your cunt, and spits directly on itâ the warmth of his saliva on your sensitive bundle of nerves makes your toes curl in response.
he tells you to touch yourself again. "use my spit to rub your clit again, it'll feel much better, i promise."
simon's face remained firmly nestled between your legs, so you would occasionally feel the bristly texture of his stubble grazing your fingers.
each little circle you drew on your slippery bud had the warmth in your lower belly get hotter, your limbs beginning to tighten along with the coil in your stomach. it's a euphoric pleasure that begins to build up, and up, and up. there's an obscene slick noise coming from underneath your fingertips, your thighs are shaking in simon's firm grip, spine curving and toes curling.
you're whimpering and panting, mouth slightly open, head thrown back whatever is happening inside of you. what you do know is that it feels like a rollercoaster and you're starting to reach the peak in the track.
you can feel your core throbbing, pulsing, clenching. your stomach is now painfully tightâ
suddenly, your forearm begins to crampâ rapidly.
a pained yet aggravated noise slips from your mouth, and you slump back on the bed to flex your armâ stretching the ligament furiously because you have to stop your pleasure when there's a hot, slippery something in between your puffy folds, flicking at your aching clit and it does it again, and again, and again...
then you feel a suction on your pearlâ you're pushed past a threshold you hadn't even known you'd hit.
all of your body's tension just floods outâ you're plunged into a pool of blinding ecstasy.
you're letting out choked gasps as your spine tingles in blissâ it's a massive release of emotions, of stress, of responsibility, if only for a few seconds.
you lay in the aftershocks of your climax, limp yet you've never felt more rejuvenated in your life. there's a buzzing in your ears that fades as your soul comes back into your body, and you notice that there are still two rough hands on your quivering thighsâ kneading them like a cat.
simon presses a wet kiss to your inner thigh, and you jerk away when his facial hair prickles your delicate skin.
"tha' must've been somethin' else, eh? years of repressedâ" You swing a sluggish hand at his head to make him stop talking, and when it connects, he returns the favor with a harsh suckle to your thigh.
"don't make me bite you, pet," he gently warns.
you grunt, then go through what just happened in your head.
"simon. did you use your mouth on me?"
he bites your leg in response.
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cbf!simon teaches you how to give oral sex (per your request)
he all but ripped his trousers off, eager to get started. simon tells you to kneel on the pillow and find yourself face-to-face with his manhood.
it's fucking huge, there's no other way to put it. he's long, an easy 8 inchesâ he's so thick you can't wrap your hand completely around it.
jesus.
"look at me, pet," he commands.
you look up at him through your lashes, and he's dropping his head forwardâ covering his eyes, mumbling out a 'fuckin' hell'.
he takes a second to gather his wits, and then lifts his head again, to lock eyes with you.
"there is no wrong way t'do this, y'hear? the most important thing is tha' you enjoy it too. otherwise, i won't be enjoying it either, alright? now, personally, i like a little twinge of pain. so don't be afraid to graze your teeth on my cock, yeah?"
you nod and begin exploring.
the tip of your tongue licks at his glistening slit, pulling a hiss from simon. he tastes slightly salty, and something uniquely him, delicious. you pump his length with your fist, bunching up the skin on the upstroke under his flared head, then pulling down until you hit the base.
simon remains patient, never rushing you to take him into your mouth, or thrusting his hips toward your face. when you flick your eyes up at him, his dark eyes are glassy, outlined by long, straight lashesâ heavy-lidded with lust. his crooked nose is stained with a tinge of pink, the same color as his bitten lips.
he's holding himself perfectly still for you, so you grant him respite. you put the entire tip into your mouth. simon lets out a strangled moan and immediately moves his hand to tangle in your hair.
you remember some of the bad porno videos and imitate what they did. you tease the bottom of his cock with the tip of your tongue, tracing the connective tissue that's right under his head. then you take him in further until he reaches the back of your throat, and the sensation makes you gag, forcing you to pull back.
there's a string of saliva connecting you two when he slips out of your mouth, and you close your eyes to breathe in through your nose. simon runs his fingers through your hair wordlessly, only speaking once you're ready to try this again.
"there's no need to take me in tha' deep, i could come from jus' your pretty lips 'round the tip alone."
you take in one more deep, calming breath before putting him in your mouth again and start bobbing your head. the groans that spill from simon's mouth invigorate you to keep going even as your jaw begins to ache, and your blowjob turns sloppy. there's saliva all over his trimmed pubic hairâ your chin is slick with it too. you're drooling all over the hand that's wrapped around his base, and just when you are about to stop, simon begins to babble.
"fuck, fuckfuckfuck i'm so close please don't stop please please, fuck your mouth feels like heaven, god i've been wantinâ to do this with ya f'so long and it's finally happenin', fuck don't," he moans, "don't fucking stop, fuck, fuckâ"
his cock swells in your mouth to what feels like an impossible size, one you can't handle so your jaw slackens. the edges of your teeth scrape along his rigid length. his upper body curls forward and lets out a long, guttural moan as he comesâ cock twitching violently as he spurts thick, warm, ropes of cum on your tongue. it's so much that it begins to spill from the corners of your mouth, dripping down to your chin.
simon's panting harshly, his breath hitting your face when he swallows thickly, then tips your head up with an unsteady hand.
his voice is hoarse when he asks, "d'you swallow it?"
you keep your eyes locked on his as you do, then stick your tongue out of your mouth to show him. simon's gaze fixates on the display before pulling you in as he firmly grasps the back of your head and draws a tantalizing line across your tongue with his own.
later, you tell him to drink more water.
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cbf!simon teaches you what it's like to be his (you've been his, why do you think the idiot that you met at the mall ghosted you?)
you're swollen and slick after the 4 orgasms simon gave you with his mouth and are more than ready to take him. it doesn't mean you aren't nervous about it.
"don't worry, love. i'll teach you what real pleasure is," and starts to slowly sink into your virginal channel. it's an uncomfortable feeling, and you can feel yourself trying to push the invader out.
"need ya to relax f'me, pet. the more ya resist, the more pain you'll feel. jus' give in, i've got ya," he coos. you nod into his neck and breathe in, letting your muscles go slack, and like a stone dropping into water, simon sinks to the hilt.
the sensation is too much, you feel too full, so you try to squirm away from under him, but he tilts your head back by the hair to give you a passionate kiss.
you experimentally move your hips and the delicious sensation that licks up your spine has you moaning in his mouth. simon pulls away, throws one leg over his arm, and starts to move.
his thrusts are complete, pulling out until only the tip is buried in your tender walls, and pushes until his balls are flush against your sweaty skinâ the tip of his head softly pressed against the entrance of your womb.
simon suddenly changes positions, hooking your other leg over his arm, and begins to shallowly thrust halfwayâ hitting the sweet spot you didn't know you had until a couple of weeks ago.
he pushes into it with such precision that your vision is white behind your eyelids, and there isn't one coherent thought in your empty head.
"i've been dreamin' to put thaâ cock-drunk look on your face f'years," simon hums, "it's somethin' tha' i'll never forget. now give me what's mine, yeah?" and his hips begin to move with ardour. every drag of his thick cock is pushing you to one last mind-numbing orgasm, and simon knows it because he picks up the paceâ he's relentless in his pursuit of your climax, almost as if it was his own. when your channel begins to flutter around him, he hisses through his teeth and looks down at where he disappears inside of you.
there are strings of sticky arousal that connect from your puffy lips to his pubic hair, the sounds your cunt makes are obscene, creamy, wetâ
words fall from his lips unbidden.
"come around my cock, squeeze me with your tight cunt, fuck, ya feel so fuckin' good, c'mon baby, give it to me, c'mon baby, c'monbabyc'monbabyâ"
you choke back a sob as you're slammed by an all-encompassing avalanche of bliss, nails digging into simon's shoulders as you milk his cock for all he's worth.
all of your senses are focused on the feel of simon pistoning into your abused hole, looking for his release. he fucks you straight through your peak, an incredible show of stamina until you're teetering on the brink of oversensitivity.
as you come down from your high, simon moves your legs that were dangling by his side, hooking them over his shoulders, changing the angleâ hitting so much deeper than before.
it feels like his cock is rearranging your guts, and if you looked at your stomach, you'd see a lewd bulge in it. you're not sure how much more of him you can take, your nerves feel raw, exposedâ but you hold on because the noises simon is making are something you've never heard before. those high-pitched moans are driving you insane. you honestly feel like you could come from them alone, but then his thrusts turn sloppy. after three brutal, spine-jarring thrusts, he finally stiffens.
his cock is twitching inside of you as he spills his essence, not bothering to pull out, mumbling softly about getting you a morning-after pill tomorrow.
simon gently removes himself from within you, dropping his heavy weight to your side with an oof, and drawing your overheated body towards him. the air in the room is thick and heavyâ it smells of sweat and sex. the only sound that breaks the silence is the sound of your labored breathing until you whisper that you have to go to the bathroom.
he quickly gets up and carries you to it, then closes the door behind him.
simon spots the blood stain on his bed and is over the fucking moon.
he's your first and will make sure to be your last.
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HOMEWORK
PAIRING : teenage!dean winchester x teenage!fem!reader (au)
SUMMARY : reader goes over to dean's house to do homework but that's not all they do...
WARNINGS : young love. fluff. smut. sub-to-dom!dean. dom-to-sub!reader. horniness. under-aged sex. rough sex. unprotected p in v. creampie. getting caught kink. implied aftercare.
A/N : this oneshot was inspired by the gif above ^ (which is from jensen's movie devour [and if you think the gif is hot, you should hear the audio đđ¤¤]) anywaysâthis is an au oneshot so don't trip that john and mary are alive & polite. also, please be patient with me, this is my first time writing in second personâand it being a smut, no less. hopefully over time i'll get better. hope you guys enjoy. lemme know what you think!
PREQUEL
You knock on the white door and patiently wait for someone to answer. John opens the door, greeting you with the famous Winchester smile.
"Hey, Y/N." He welcomes. "Dean told me you were coming over. Come on in."
"Thanks."
He steps back and opens the door wider, letting you into the two-story house. He closes the door before leading you further into the lovely home. Mary exits the kitchen, a bright smile lighting up her face once she sees you. She rushes over and wraps you in a warm hug. You happily melt into her motherly embrace. You loved Mary. She had always been kind to you.
"How are you?" She asks, her words muffled against your hair.
"I'm good. And you?"
John walks to the staircase and shouts, "Dean, Y/N's here!" before going to sit in his recliner.
"I'm great," Mary answers. "You kids have plans tonight?"
Nodding, you reply, "Yeah, we've got some homework to do."
Dean rushes down the stairs, catching the attention of you and his mother. You smile at your deliciously handsome boyfriend as he walks toward you. His eyes were fixed on yours as if you were the only one in the room. And it's been that way since the day he met you.
"Hey, beautiful," says Dean.
You giggle at the given pet name, a smile plastered on your blushed cheeks. His lips press against your forehead as his hand runs up your arm, creating goosebumps. Dean pulls away once his hand reaches for the strap on your bookbag. He takes it from your shoulder and throws it over his own. It was a gesture he frequently did, solely for you.
Before you started dating, Dean had his fair share of women. Whether he flirted with them or they threw themselves at him, he always had a girl on his shoulder. Everyone knew Dean Winchester's only rule: No Strings Attached. So, when his attention shifted toward you, you brushed him off. As much as you wanted to experience what the other girls bragged about, you refused to be like them. You had enough respect for yourself to say no despite every cell in your body begging for his. The last thing you expected from him was a chase.
You figured he only wanted sex, so 'No' was something he had to get used to. But he didn't stop, he didn't give up, and he certainly didn't chase anyone else. You couldn't understand his interest in you. You weren't popular or the prettiest girl in school, yet you were all he could think about. So, when you finally agreed to a date, you didn't imagine ending up on the hood of his '67 Chevy Impala, in the middle of a field, staring up at the stars as your head laid on his shoulder, talking the night away.
You feared that when he went to make a move, he would be upset or wouldn't understand. But when that moment came to admit that you were a virgin and weren't ready, he didn't once judge or try to rush you. Instead, he smiled and held you closer. And just like that, Dean had your heart.
Eight months after becoming official, which had been a first for Dean, you decide to take your relationship to the next level. He had become your best friend. You trusted him with your life. And you knew from previous conversations that he felt the same way. After your consummation, the bond between you both became stronger. Neither of you were the same people you were when you got together.
Dean grabs your hand and begins pulling you up the stairs. "We'll be in my room."
"Okay. Dinner will be ready in an hour!" Mary shouts after us.
Dean shuts the door as soon as you walk into his bedroom. Your backpack slumps off his shoulder before he attacks your lips. Happily accepting his eager kiss, you moan into his mouth. His swift hands pull off your sweater, letting it fall to the floor. He pushes you onto the bed, causing it to squeak loudly before climbing over your body.
"Not on the bed while your parents are home, remember?" You breathlessly murmur as his lips travel to your neck, licking and sucking on your sensitive skin. "And we really do have homework."
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I can't help that your beauty distracts me." He purrs into your ear, sending goosebumps along your skin.
"Stop trying to butter me up, Winchester." You push his chest away, urging him to get off of you. With a chuckle, he rises, grabbing your hands to help you off the mattress. "We have work to do."
Letting go of your hands, Dean walks over to the desk across from his bed and plops himself in his swivel chair. You walk over to your backpack and fetch your supplies before sitting in the chair beside him. You place the textbook between the two of you, flipping to page 124. Opening a fresh page in your notebook, you both began to work in silence.
Half an hour had gone by, and your page showed minimal progress. Sure, you solved a few problems, but your mind wandered elsewhere. The only chemistry you were thinking of was that of your boyfriend. Your paper blurs as you imagine his lips back on yours. You shut your eyes as you focus on the vivid feeling of his cock pounding in and out of you like all the times he had before. Your breath became shallow as your walls clenched around nothing. Although you gave him crap about it earlier, you found yourself unable to resist the temptation.
You open your eyes and glance toward Dean. His brows pinched together, gaze fixed on the problem before him. His face contorted with concentration, absorbed by the equation. The steely determination set in his jaw matched the resolute expression in his eyes. You bit your bottom lip, finding him even hotter. After setting your pencil down, you rise from the chair and turn towards your partner.
Dean looked up from his homework, giving you his attention. Without a word, you leaned down and began to unbutton his jeans. He watched as you slowly unzipped his pants, not bothering to stop or ask what you were up to. He knew exactly what you were doing. You reach into his boxers and pull out his hardening member, mouth watering at the sight of it.
His hand replaces yours, pumping his growing length as he watches you reach underneath your skirt to peel off your soaked panties. Once they fall to the wood floor, you move to straddle his hips. With your hands on his shoulders to steady your balance, you hover over his fully erect cock. Your dominant hand runs down his clothed chest before grabbing hold of his thick member and aligning it with your awaiting entrance. Dean's hands push your skirt higher and rest them against your bare hips. With his help, you ease onto his throbbing cock, moans escaping both of your mouths at the sheer contact.
He stretches your insides, forcing you to feel every inch he was blessed with. Your walls were so tight; He had to concentrate to avoid finishing too early. Your breath mingled with his, trying to find the strength to remain quiet. Once you adjusted around him, you slowly slide off, stopping when the tip dares to slip out. You and Dean make eye contact, staring into each other's souls as you lower again. Your wetness coats his length, making it easier to glide up and down. In no time, you were feverishly bouncing on his rock-hard shaft.
Quiet moans spill from your lips as he brushes your G-spot. Dean wraps his arms around your torso, helping keep your rhythm. Your hands gently pull his neck forward, connecting your lips. The bouncing made it difficult but not impossible as his tongue danced with yours. The overwhelming passion engulfed you, causing a delightful feeling of dizziness. After breaking for air, you rested your foreheads together.
You pick up the pace, and as a reward, Dean thrusts upward. Your hips crash together, slamming his dick against your G-spot even harder. A loud moan slips from your lips, unable to keep quiet from that mesmerizing thrust. He hushes you, and you nod quickly, not wanting to draw his family's attention. The added suspense of getting caught and his fingers rubbing harshly against your clit drove you to your first orgasm. You ride faster as he thrusts harder, working you through your climax. It was nearly impossible to hide your screams of ecstasy, but his shirt did a good enough job softening them.
Heavy pants fall from your lips once your orgasm passes. You lift your head from his shoulder and watch his countenance contour with pleasure. Dean buries his face in your chest, muffling his moans as his arms hug you tighter. Your thighs ache with soreness, hindering your endurance. His hand moves up your back, holding you closer as you feel his thrusts begin to falter. Knowing your boyfriend was close, you pushed through the pain and ran your fingers through his hair before gripping it tightly, just how he liked. You clench around his cock, knowing all the ways to make him spill his load. His hands quickly gripped your hips, locking yours with his before spewing hot ropes of cum deep inside you.
You both moan as his seed coats your soft walls. In times like these, you're thankful for the shot. Althoughâdespite your ageâyou wouldn't mind having Dean's baby. Hell, you imagined your future with him since the first time you made love. A few kids running around the yard as your high school sweetheart chased after them was one that often came to mind. One you knew he shared with you.
Dean suddenly gripped your thighs and stood up from his chair, interrupting your thoughts. Your eyes looked into his fairytale green irises, searching for his next move. With one hand, he pushes your schoolwork aside before setting you on the desk. A devilish smirk plays on his lips as he pulls his jeans further down, getting ready to have his turn with you. The beating of your heart begins to quicken once again, bracing yourself for what's to come.
He begins to pull out slowly, both of your cums escaping your entrance. Before too much could leak out, Dean rams into your cunt, trapping the fluid inside again. Your hands traveled to his forearms, digging your nails into his skin. With another powerful thrust, your eyes shut tightly, trying desperately not to scream. After taking a few deep breaths, you mustered the courage to open your eyes and peek at the work he was putting in. With your knees wide apart and your feet above his ass, you had the perfect angle to see his shaft drive in and out of you at a fast pace.
The only sounds in the room were heavy panting, skin slapping, quiet moans, and the thud of each thrust against the desk as the items on it moved to the steady rhythm of Dean's hips. His hands trail down your thighs and to your hips, fingertips squeezing hard enough to leave bruises, just how you liked. He angles himself so he's no longer thrusting horizontally but vertically. Your body jolts to the new sensation, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
This man was trying to kill you. You had no doubt left crescent marks upon his skin before you gripped the wooden desk with all your might. The pressure in the pit of your stomach threatened to explode any second. Short and hushed screams escaped your lips as he only went faster, harder, and even deeper than before. He knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted you to scream at the top of your lungs. He strived to get you close enough to shout your pleasure.
He accomplished that once his right hand slipped between your legs and applied heavy pressure to your already sensitive clit. You gasped, but before you cried with ecstasy, he leaned down and covered your mouth with his. After a few more thrusts and rubs to your bundle of nerves, you came undone. Your hands quickly make their way to his back, legs tightening around his hips, holding on for dear life as he fucked your pussy like it was the last time. Tears stream down your temples, overcome by your third orgasm seconds after your last.
Your limbs go limp, the arch in your spine straightening as your body comes down from its sex-induced high. With lips now detached, exhaustion sets in as both of you catch your breath. Dean's body presses against yours, hearts beating as one. You open your eyes to find him staring back, a lazy smile gracing his handsome face. He didn't make a move to part from your body, and you didn't intend to make him. His hand brushed your sweat-clung hair away from your face, taking in your beautiful post-sex glow.
"So much for homework."
Knowing he would say that, you teased with, "I can't help that your beauty distracts me."
Your laughters fills the room before it's interrupted by a knock on the door. Each of your eyes widened, having beenâalmostâcaught in the act. Both of your bodies had stiffened with fear.
"Yeah?" Dean called, attempting to be calm.
"Dinner's ready," Sam replies from the opposite side of the door.
You and Dean sigh in relief; it was only Sammy. He knew better than to go into Dean's room, especially when you were over.
"We'll be right down!"
The sound of Sam's footsteps fades as he walks away from your boyfriend's door. He begins to laugh again, encouraging you to participate. There never seemed to be a dull moment with Dean Winchester. He sits up, pulling you with him before sliding his semi-hardened member out of your soaked vagina. He helps you off the desk and catches you when your legs wobble. Once you regain your balance, you pull your skirt down and search for your underwear. You could feel both of your liquids leak from your entrance, beginning to drip down your legs. Dean fetches the pair and stuffs them in his pocket.
He tucks his cock back into his jeans before zipping up. He grabs your hand and gently kisses your cheek. You close your eyes as his lips linger. The warmth of his skin radiates onto yours, something you have always found comforting. He pulls away and tugs you with him.
"Come on, sweetheart. Let's go clean up."
You nod as a small smile appears on your face, knowing he'll take care of you like he always did after sex. You couldn't have asked for or found a better partner, especially so early in life. How did you get so damn lucky?
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as much as I love the common "Tim worships/stalks Jason" trope in TimJay fanfiction because it's Good and making Tim a weird little freak is Fun, I think the underutilized dynamic is where Jason is the one weirdly obsessed with Tim and makes it Tim's problem.
Like, the moment Jason is confronted with the information that a third Robin exists, the first thing he does is cover his wall with pictures of Tim so he can just obsess and torture himself over it. That is the behavior of a man who is Unwell over Tim's existence and I love it.
red hood: lost days #4
And as much as a shitshow as The Titans Tower Incident⢠is characterization-wise (though I think it has far more merit in depicting Jason's character than people give it credit for but I digress-) there's something very fun about the fact that even after kicking his ass, Jason respects Tim and is impressed by him.
teen titans (2003) #29
And on top of that, Jason can't seem to stop trying to ask Jason to Tim to work with him in some capacity.
robin (1993) #177
batman: battle for the cowl #2
While Battle for the Cowl is an exceptionally bad comic, especially for its characterization of Jason and the "be my Robin" bit is taken deeply out of context, I do think it's interesting how obsessed Jason is with believing that Tim is extremely competent, only held back by being "brainwashed by Bruce". (hence him leaving Tim for dead later on in the comic.) Jason seeing a darker side of Tim and wanting to bring that out of Tim, wanting to see what Tim could be if he let go of his loyalty to Bruce is so fun to me, tbh.
And in Robin #177, Jason seems genuinely upset Tim doesn't want to work with him. Jason sees such a raw potential in Tim and is obsessed with it, constantly wanting Tim to work for him and see Tim be the type of person Jason is. And despite Tim rejecting him, Jason doesn't shoot to kill Tim. I just cannot get over the fanfic potential of Jason obsessing over Tim, tracking him and seeing what he's capable of and what he could be capable of. Wanting to make Tim see things the way he does. To Tim it's corruption, to Jason it's freedom. Tim trying to 'save' Jason is fun and all, but Jason trying to corrupt Tim? That's even more fun to me. Watching that power struggle between them, Tim unable to get Jason off his heels as Jason gets more and more possessive and bold with each attempt.
And when Jason sees Tim successfully get Gotham back under control after a gang war, he's impressed. He praises Tim, even. And then Tim just. Breaks him out of prison.
robin (1993) #182
The way they're constantly trying to see something in the other that isn't there, hoping the other will come around? That is the most fucked up hate/love dynamic ever. Jason keeps coming back to Tim, keeps trying to find ways to get Tim onto his side. They're always chasing each other. And I think Jason would be the one to confess love first, the one to do anything to make Tim his. And when you consider after all of this, Tim has his Red Robin arc and is at his lowest, getting the closest he ever gets to considering murder? I think it'd be so fun to see Jason take advantage of that and worm his way back into Tim's life and finally push Tim over the edge.
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The Misteryous Visitor 4
Batfamily x batsis (platonic!)
Synopsis: Bruce finally confronts Damian, and hates how tonight's events seemed to turn out just to remind him what a terrible father he is. He felt like he didn't deserve you, and he wanted at all costs to avenge the injustice Talia committed with you two.
Warnings: Family discussion; maternal overprotection; Bruce has psychiatric problems and is mentally unstable, besides being very angry; mentions depression, post-traumatic stress and the like.
Word count: 3.7k
Note: I apologize for taking so long to post the fourth part. I was looking for inspiration to continue in other fandoms. Now I feel engaged again to continue posting
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6
"She is not a secret." Damian tried to sound firm, looking Bruce in the eyes to avoid suspicion. But no matter what he did or how long he tried to maintain the lie, his father had already decided what to think about this enigmatic and strange situation.
"Hmm..." He let out a disheartened murmur, and the boy never thought something like this would happen, but he frowned with worry as he saw Bruce pour another drink. It wasn't like his father to act this way.
When Damian first met him in person at ten years old, he could have sworn Bruce and Talia were somewhat enjoying themselves that day, even with the barbs hidden in some exchanged sentences. Or maybe he was mistaken; after all, it had been so long. Perhaps he had preserved a false memory.
"How much have you drunk?" The boy asked with a disdainful voice, trying to hide that he was truly concerned.
"Why have you never talked about her? She is your sister, Damian." Bruce ignored the question but in a kind of silent acknowledgment, he rested the glass on the side table, preventing himself from getting drunk.
"Why are you acting like this? As if it's a big deal." He made a face of confusion. "Why do you care so much about this? She isn't even your problem. I won't stay here being interrogated because of her." Damian got up, taking hurried steps to the front door. He was running away, and he knew it.
"Where are you going?" Bruce stood to follow him, finally showing some kind of emotion beyond stoicism since they had been alone in the room.
"I'm going to wait for my mother outside. And when she appears, I'll come back to fetch Y/n. Then you won't have to see her anymore, ever again." Damian said, and although Bruce didn't know if in the last part his son was referring to you or Talia, he didn't dare ask for the detail.
"Why didn't you ask any of us for help when you found out she was missing? If she is someone so close to you, you could have talked to us." Bruce was speaking in that strange way again, like when he found out Jason was the Red Hood. He was hurt, and as if a whistle had snapped in his mind, Damian understood that his father was like this because of him. It wasn't Talia or how she always ended up causing problems; it was him. "You hid from me that you were still talking to your mother."
"And did I need to inform you that I talk to my mother?" The boy tried to maintain a haughty tone, repressing the urge to shout so that Bruce wouldn't see his conflicting feelings.
The truth is that it hurt to lie like this. It hurt even more to lie to you. Damian didn't show or openly say what he felt; his mother once told him that was weakness, but honestly, now he was disgusted with himself.
"You didn't need to inform me, but you made an effort to hide it!" Bruce didn't shout. His voice was grave, authoritative, and deep down had a tone of betrayal that had twice the impact of a shout. He seemed to reflect on something, and patiently Damian awaited a lamentable outburst, but just as he himself would do, Bruce was avoiding becoming emotional.
"I don't understand why, but you came to live with me and seemed to exclude her from your life because of us. She is your sister and didn't even know I am your father! You sent letters, which I'm sure you hid not just from me but from her too. And she ended up here in the middle of the night like a fugitive. Will you tell me again that all this has no reason?"
"Even if there were a reason, it wouldn't be your business." The young man replied harshly, and once again: it was a lie. It was his business. Seeing Bruce's angry scowl turn into a defeated look made one of his fingers tremble. Realizing only after saying something that what he did was wrong made a panic arise in his chest.
Bruce sat back in the armchair, giving up on the discussion once and for all. He felt so stupid for thinking he was succeeding in freeing his son from the League of Assassins' clutches, that he was doing a good job showing him he didn't need the blind loyalty Talia taught him to have. He feared that Damian would succumb to a villain's life, exactly as Ra's al Ghul wanted Bruce to be: cruel and ruthless.
Talia stirred bad reactions in him, and his sense of justice hammered in his head. How could he simply hand you back into her hands after you came here tonight? That woman was a bad influence on anyone, and it didn't matter if you were her daughter; you were a child. And wasn't that what he did with all his children? Took them from the streets and bad parents?
He wanted to vomit at the idea of allowing you to continue being raised by someone like her, among those people, but if he couldn't even change Damian, what could he do for you? Bruce couldn't force you to stay, but at the same time, he grappled with the internal conflict of corroborating that one day you would become like they. He is Batman, his duty is to protect. He should protect you too.
Bruce rubbed his eyes, feeling an intense headache and he day was already dawning again"Your mother isn't coming, Damian." He asserted, noticing that a long time had passed since they started waiting, getting up to return to his own room.
"You said we had a lot to talk about." Suddenly, the boy felt the need to prolong the conversation, if this could even be considered a conversation. It was as if they would never speak again if he allowed his father to leave.
"We don't anymore." Was cold, and that made the boy swallow hard. Bruce knew he would regret being so harsh, but at that moment, he wasn't thinking straight. The rational part of his brain was being dominated by his impulsive side.
Bruce opened his bedroom door with unusual violence. Lately, these episodes of anger were frequent, perhaps due to interrupted sleep; this damned insomnia was worse than in the last months. Alfred had already suggested he see a psychiatrist, but Bruce was sure he would leave there with a worse diagnosis than expected, so he avoided it as much as possible.
The butler once dared to mention that he might have some type of post-traumatic stress, but Bruce was stubborn and that led to an argument. He was a controlled man, but that day he shouted. The reaction was not unexpected, considering the tension from the chaos Scarecrow was causing in the city at the time, but Alfred was observant and knew the problems went beyond that.
The death of his parents was a delicate subject, and combined with the pressure of being Batman, Alfred saw Bruce become more obsessive, anxious, and even depressed over the years. Fortunately, the emergence of Dick was a break in the sad loneliness for him. And then came Jason, Tim, Damian, and things improved for a while, but the relapses still existed.
Bruce sighed as he admired his bed, wishing he could sleep again, but knowing he wouldn't be able to without taking another dose of pills, which certainly wasn't an option. Then he noticed your coat there. The garment had been left in his room, carefully placed on the arm of the room's couch.
He walked over and picked up the coat, rubbing the soft fabric with melancholy and noting how well-kept the garment was. It would probably be a good idea to return it to you; Would also be an opportunity to check if you were well accommodated.
Cautiously, he walked to the guest wing. Bruce thought he would need to check the rooms one by one to discover where Alfred had placed you, but a beam of light leaking from one of the doors indicated which one. He hesitated to turn the knob; it felt too intrusive. So, he knocked: three soft taps on the wood. He waited a few seconds, but you didn't come to open it, and he gave in to the act of opening it himself.
In slow movements, he leaned to look inside the room, without entering yet and checking if everything was okay. He saw your figure well wrapped in the covers, eyes closed and breathing in a consistent rhythm. You were sleeping, and the light he saw was the bedside lamp.
He entered, doing everything to control his steps, going to a chair to place the coat there. He felt the need to be gentle with the garment for some reason, handling the coat with such care, as if holding you in his hands.
He was envious of how pleasant your sleep seemed, wishing he could sleep like that too. He thought of turning off the lamp, but regretted it when he saw that his act interrupted your sleep. As soon as everything went dark, he heard the rustle of the covers, signaling that you had woken up. You stayed still for a while, staring at the shadow in front of you, knowing someone was there but too embarrassed to ask who it was, until the light was turned back on and you saw Mr. Wayne.
"Sorry, I think I woke you," he said softly, genuinely feeling guilty. "I brought your coat. I left it to dry better; it's still a bit wet," he continued, gesturing towards the chair.
"Thank you, Mr. Wayne," you replied groggily due to the minutes you spent sleeping. Thinking he would leave, you clasped your hands as if praying and placed them under your cheek on the pillow. A common but funny position.
"Call me just Bruce," he sat on the edge of the bed, looking at your face. He had a question stuck in his throat and thought it would be a good idea to start a conversation. "Are you okay?"
"I am. Thank you for letting me sleep at your house." you answered serenely, and he nodded in agreement. "And you?" You asked back. Bruce blinked, surprised by your question, realizing that your eyes were shining. The truth is he couldn't say how he felt, so he said what anyone would say:Â
"Yes, I'm okay," he said, more focused on your face, knowing you might be uncomfortable with that but wanting to see you better.Â
âCan I ask you something?â He seemed anxious, and you waited expectantly in silence, which he took as a yes. âWhy did your mother separate you two like that? Why didnât she tell you anything?â
You stared at a random spot on the mattress, feeling a pang in your chest at the memory. âShe did, in a way. Mom doesnât like you very much, Mr. Wayne. I think thatâs why,â you said, looking back at him, seeing him raise his eyebrows in amusement; you corrected yourself with a gasp: âBruce.â
âDid she speak badly of me to you?â Bruce was curious like a silly child, even though a serious scowl was etched on his face.
âNot exactly about you. Mom and Grandpa hate Batman.â By this point, you had already figured it out. It wasnât hard to connect the dots between your family and Robin with him after a few minutes of reflection. âItâs you, isnât it?â
Bruce let out a dry laugh, caught off guard. âYes, itâs me,â he confirmed, and you shifted to sit more upright on the bed, excited.
âIs it true that you killed the Joker?â Your question made Bruceâs scowl turn puzzled. So that was the kind of rumor circulating.
âNo, I didnât kill him. He just... disappeared one day,â the same day Bruce thought he had lost Jason, and although deep down he wanted very much to have done it, he didnât find it appropriate to admit that to you.
âIâm confused,â your voice became more relaxed, he thought it was due to the casual tone the conversation was taking. âIf Damian is Robin now, what happened to the other one? He didnât die, did he?â You asked the last question in a whisper, fearing it was true.
Bruce laughed at this. He had never thought about how people assumed Robin was a single person all these years. âNo, heâs fine. Youâd be surprised if I told you five different people have been Robin.â
Your eyes widened, and suddenly you remembered a detail: âThere was a girl, wasnât there? I remember seeing some photos in an old newspaper.â
Bruce was perplexed at how much you seemed to know about him, but in a good way. âYes, there was a girl. Sheâs Batgirl now,â when he said that, your smile widened even more. It seemed like you were a secret fan, he would say, since in your own words: "Talia hates him" and Bruce knows she would hardly allow you to have such admiration.
But your smile faded, and that worried him for a moment until you spoke: âI didnât know that man was Hugo Strange,â you looked at him with regret. âIf I had known, I would have caught him for you.â
âWould you?â He asked, doubting you really could.
âWell... I would have tried,â you defended yourself, shrugging your shoulders.
âVery brave. But itâs good you didnât do anything,â he said playfully, stopping to think for a moment. âY/n, what did he tell you?â
He saw you wrinkle your nose in a grimace before answering. âI thought we met by chance. I was walking and saw a man smoking a cigarette on a corner. I was going to walk past, but then he asked if I needed help.â
âWhich corner?â
âI donât know, but it wasnât far from home. I was trying to figure out the street on a map I found in the municipal libraryâs phone book,â you sighed, frustrated at not being able to give the information. âI ignored him, but he followed me. I got scared and started running, but he said he was a cop, so I trusted him.â
âDid he have a police car nearby?â
âHe said he was undercover. But I donât know what that means; I thought it was the same as being off duty.â
âIt could mean that too.â Bruce saw your guilty expression, your lip trembling and your hands nervous.
âYou donât need to feel bad for believing him,â his larger hand enveloped both of yours like they were nothing. Were warm, and it was comforting. âI know Damian said horrible things, but he speaks in the heat of the moment.â
âIt was not in the heat of the moment... He never just speaks,â your voice dropped so low it was almost inaudible. Your eyes burned, but there were no tears. Crying for your brother would be the last thing you would do again. âWhat was in the box?â
âWhat box?â He was confused by your sudden change of subject.
âDidnât Dick give it to you?â You asked, feeling his hand move away from yours and touch his left pocket. What Dick had given him was a card and not a box. Maybe he had taken what was inside. âI guess he forgot.â
âNo. He didnât forget,â he quickly responded, snapping out of a stupor. A curiosity grew in his chest, a need to know what was in that card.
Bruce fumbled in the pocket where the card still was and pulled it out. He quickly examined the paper, turning it over to check the back for anything. For a long time, his voice was muffled, and Bruce could only hear a buzzing in his ear. It was impossible for those words to have any real meaning. His breathing became loud and shaky, as if he were in the cold, and you were startled to see his eyes blinking frantically.
âAre you okay?â You moved to approach him, seeing moisture suddenly form on his forehead. It was cold sweat.
âHow is this possible?â You heard him ask himself, bringing his fingertips to his eyes, rubbing them to make sure he was really seeing. That card had left him unsettled, you realized, and hesitantly, you tried to take it from his hands to remove it from him, but his grip tightened at the feel of your fingers, so tight that it completely crumpled the paper. âSorry. Itâs nothing,â he stammered, seeing that the abrupt movement had scared you.
He got up from the bed, completely oblivious to you or anything else now. He staggered before reaching the door, very disturbed and seeming out of it. Maybe it was you who did something wrong and didnât realize it?
He didnât seem fit to walk, so you quickly removed the covers from your legs and went to him, supporting and guiding him to the chair where he had left his coat. He was very heavy, but he was so disoriented that he went limp. He seemed so shaken that he didnât protest and simply sat there. You stood in front of him for a few seconds, not knowing what else to do to help him.
âShouldnât I call someone?â You asked.
âDick,â he mumbled without looking at you, and that worried. It seemed intentional, as if it was too difficult to face you.
âWhere do I find him?â
He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking of something, but Damianâs voice on the other side of the door caught his attention:
âY/n, open the door.â You stood still, recognizing your brotherâs voice, until he continued: âMom is here. Sheâs going to take you home,â he said as a warning, opening the door after a moment without even asking. âCome on. Why are you standing there like a statue?â
He was perplexed when you didnât respond, and then he noticed his father sitting beside you in terror.
âDad?â He approached, kneeling to assess the severity. He was having another episode. Lately, Bruce had only been getting worse every day and still refused to ask for help.
âWhat happened?â Your brother turned to you, but your face already showed that you had no idea.
Damian tried to place his hand on his shoulder, but Bruce pushed it away aggressively. Your father would never act like this just because of the argument they had before, much less give him a venomous look as he did now, but beneath it all, there was hurt. He had found out about you, somehow.
He should have felt bad about how the news seemed to have been revealed, but he was relieved not to have to lie anymore. At the same time, he regretted choosing to cater to his motherâs whims once again, deceiving his father this way. But the omission had grown so much over the years he spent in the mansion and, after so long, it didnât matter when he told him, the damage was already done.
Bruce wasnât in a perfect mental state. He wouldnât react like this normally, and knowing that, the man felt pathetic in front of the two of you.
âHe asked for Dick,â you said to Damian, giving him space to breathe by stepping back.
âForget Dick,â Bruce replied firmly, surprising. In an instant, he had a fit, and as quickly as he entered this state, he left it. Now, he seemed furious. âWhere is she?â
This was a ploy by Talia and Strange. They were planning this together to hit him, a way to weaken him. It could only be that. It was too much of a coincidence Strange had found you just that night; nothing made sense. When had he and Talia gotten involved again after that day that led to Damian? He couldnât remember and wasnât good at recalling such old things. Maybe that wasn't even true. It was as if there was a big blank page in his mind.
âGet out,â Taliaâs silhouette appeared at the door where she was leaning. Like most times when referring to the children, her voice was imposing, leaving no room for contestation. âBoth of you.â
âYou were supposed to wait downstairs,â your brother tried to contradict her. Despite everything he did for your mother, unlike you, he was the only one who had the courage to face her.
Her frown deepened at Damianâs defiance, but her stern expression softened at your trembling voice: âMom...â She sighed and opened her arms to you, casting a challenging look at Bruce, who returned it with an even harsher one, as she wrapped your smaller body than hers in a tight hug.
She knelt to your level, her hands gently brushing your cheeks and hair, noting how frizzy and messy it was. âLook at you. Your hair is all disheveled.â She ran a finger down to your lip, grimacing at the cut there.
âIâm sorry.â Although less anxious now that you knew she wasnât angry, you still regretted disobeying her.
âMy sweet girl,â she said in a soft, genuinely affectionate voice. She kissed your cheek, casting that same malicious glance at Bruce again, as if provoking him. He felt a wave of nausea seeing her use you as a pawn just to taunt him. âLet the adults talk,â she ordered, standing up and regaining her authoritative tone.
âIâm staying,â Damian protested. Leaving his father alone with her in his vulnerable state was a mistake.
âGo and stay with your sister, Damian,â Bruce was as harsh as Talia, but unlike her, he was seething with anger.
The boy closed his eyes in frustration but gave in, knowing it was useless to argue. He glanced at you, who had already walked out of the room and into the hallway. Damian was about to follow, but his fatherâs voice stopped him again:
âSheâs not leaving the house, Damian,â his firm tone carried the weight of undeniable authority, with bitterness seeping through. The coldness in his voice left no room for warmth; it was distant. Bruce had finally gotten the push he needed. The possibility of you being his daughter gave him a sense of entitlement, and it made Taliaâs arrogant expression falter for a moment; she looked apprehensive. âDo you understand?â It was a question directed at both his son and Talia.
âYes,â the young man replied simply, avoiding eye contact with his mother as he left. Damian paused in front of the door before fully departing, and his mother slammed it shut in his face.
He resisted the urge to eavesdrop and turned to look for you in the hallway, but you had vanished.
âI deserve this,â he muttered impatiently. You were avoiding him, and Damian couldnât help but feel irritated at how childish that was. But he was one of the villains here; he was the one who lied, insulted, and rejected you. Realizing this filled him with shame, and unlike the first time, he repeated the words, this time with a tone of regret: âYes, I deserve this.â"
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âšâ â âThey can't deny our love, they can't divide us, we'll survive the test of time, I promise I'll be right here, standing next to you,â
TAGS â drunk sex, dirty talkinâ, jkâs a pervy mess, oc is smitten this time round bc sheâs soft, unprotected sex, creampies, oc rides it nice n good before jk pounds her, tit play(?) not much, anGSTY, like full on crying bro, making out, like a lot, oc n jk go on a date, THERE IS PLOT THIS TIME, mentioned shower sex, messy sex, ocâs got that creamy pussâ, soft ;( , sleazy baby daddy au!
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The day started out like any other: you woke up, dressed Jiho for school following your usual routine of heading to the gym after dropping your baby off. From there you headed to the office to catch up on unfinished projects, a meeting or two slipped into your schedule but nothing too crazy. You manage to squeeze in a small break at home before having to go and get Jiho.
Itâs a Friday and you realize that you donât have much planned for the day or weekend so you decide on dropping off Jiho at your moms and enjoying a weekend of solitude to yourself. Youâre practically daydreaming about taking the biggest nap of your life after this, hell maybe you can finally taste that new wine you recently bought. You practically buzz with excitement on the way, and back home.
Unfortunately life had a funny way of working sometimes.
âHello?â You sigh deeply whilst pacing back and forth. It was just your luck that your car decided to be a pain in the ass by breaking down on the side of the road. Now youâre stranded outside of the city after dropping off Jiho.
âBaby? Whatâs up, somethinâ wrong?â Jungkook replies, you can hear him shuffling around on the other end of the line, âYou callinâ cause you miss my dickââ
âNo dipshit,â you pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance, âI got left stranded after dropping Jiho with my mom, car gave out on me and now Iâm stuck outside the city kinda.â You look around, âCan you come help me out please?â
âSure, Iâll be there in about twenty minutes top. Did you call the tow truck or nah? If you didnât I can call while Iâm on my way.â
You sigh in relief, âNo I didnât, but call your one friend. Iâll send you the location right now, bye.â You hang up and quickly send him your location. There isnât really much to do so you sit back and scroll through your social medias to pass the time. Jungkook stays true to his word though and shows up in twenty minutes like he had promised. Heâs not in his car though because today heâs brought his motorcycle.
âHey.â You greet calmly and step out of your car. You make your way over to him, coming to a stop in front of his bike with your arms folded over your chest. You would rather not admit to anything (at least out loud) but he looks pretty hot, you can see his unruly hair underneath his helmet.
Jungkook slips his helmet off and shakes his hair out of his face, âHi baby,â he grins, âso what happened here, hm?â He talks to you like heâs talking to a toddler, all teasing and shit. You donât bother hiding your annoyance as you roll your eyes, making him laugh, âAlright, alright, but seriously what happened mama?â He leans over to bring you into his side, landing an obnoxious wet smooch over your lips.
You scrunch your face up and nod your head in the direction of the car, âStopped out of nowhere, turned off and everything.â
He looks over at it and hums, âPop the hood for me, gonna give it a look before Eunwoo comes.â He lets you go and rounds the front of the car, giving you a thumbs up to pop the hood up for him.
It unlocks and Jungkook opens it up leaning over the car with quiet âtch, tch, tchâ noises as he tries to see what was wrong with it. You step out to watch him closely, trying to ignore how good he looks in a white wife beater with his arms and tattoos all out. Jungkook doesnât even have to try when it comes to getting you hot and bothered.
âShit babe,â Jungkook hisses and recoils, âyou need to get the oil changed, âs fuckin burned and dried out. Top of that, I think the battery is either old or it just needs a charge.â He shakes his head with a grimace.
You sigh in relief, happy that it wasnât anything major, âIâll get it checked out at the shop then,â you help him slam the hood closed, âthanks.â
âMm,â he leans against the car staring down at you, âneed a ride back home?â He licks his lips, not bothering to hide the fact that heâs checking you out in broad daylight with that lecherous look in his eyes.
You nod, âPlease, itâs finally my day off and this happens.â You chuckle bitterly and kick a rock, âWas looking forward to a nap, guess that wonât be happening.â
âHm, I know a way we could pass the time..â He slides his hand around your waist, teasingly pulling at the belt loop of your jeans, âI can make you forget âbout all this mess mama.â He says in a low tone, âJust say the word..â
You bring him close with a hand around the back of his neck, lips inches away and eyes full of lust. âYouâre so cute,â you softly breathe out as his eyes light up with arousal, âbut no.â You pinch his arm extra hard, listening in satisfaction when he cries out in pain, âIâm not fucking you on the side of the road. Especially since Eunwoo might be close by, yeah no thanks.â You snort.
âOw you fucking hurt me.â Jungkook hisses, âYou left a mark! Look at that!â He thrusts his arm out to show the red mark you left, âKiss it better.â He huffs quietly and eyes you expectantly.
You look back at him with a blank stare, âNo,â you step to the side and look out for the tow truck, âlast I checked Iâm not the one responsible for kissing boo-boos,â you fold your arms over your chest, âyouâre a grown ass man deal with it.â
Jungkook quietly laughs under his breath, âNo youâre rightâI can give you something else to kiss better.â He dodges your hand, laughing loudly while ignoring the colorful words you spew at him, âCâmon it was a little funny.â
âNo it wasnât,â you hiss while smacking his arm, âyouâre so fuckinâ dumb Jungkook.â You try hard to fight off the chuckle stuck in your throat, âOh my god.â You turn away, shoulders shaking as you quietly laugh to yourself.
Jungkook comes behind you to pull you into his chest while swaying side to side with you, âCâmere,â he leans down to kiss the side of your face, âgo out for dinner with me, saw a new place open up and it has a lot of your favorites.â He murmurs in your ear.
âYeah?â You reply softly, âWhere is it?â
âGangnam,â Jungkook curtly replies while burying his face into your shoulder, âyou down for some fun?â
You havenât been out since your last girls trip to Jeju and that was like two months ago. Fuck itâyou thinkâitâs friday and you donât have to worry about work till tuesday. With Jiho being out for the weekend you guess you can unwind too. Plus Jungkook could be fun to be around with..sometimes. You wonât ever admit it though, what Jungkook doesnât know wonât hurt him.
âOkay, sounds good. You need to drop me off at my apartment though, gotta get ready ân stuff.â You see the tow truck pulling into the side of the road, âCâmon, your friendâs here.â You pull away and start walking towards your car.
In the end Jungkook takes you to his apartment to get ready, he literally has you packing a overnight bag with everything you could possibly need for a weekend stay. You donât even know why you agree to staying the weekend with him but Jungkook says something about Gangnam being close to his place and how heâd probably not be able to drive you back home if you two end up finishing late at night. You know itâs not that though, but you donât have the heart to call him out for it.
âLace,â Jungkook smirks as he looks at the underwear you dropped on his bed after opening up your bag, âred too, damn this for me mama?â He dangles the cheeky pair of panties up in the air.
You hum in response, not really focused on him because youâre trying to fix your grinder, âGonna pregame or what?â You finally say after getting it to work, âOr you too old Jeon?â You stick your tongue out with a smirk while adding in some bud.
Jungkook throws his head back with a laugh, âBabe you trying to get me cross-faded? Fuck I donât even think Iâve pregamed in a while, donât wanna get shit-faced just yet though,â he scratches his nose, âso shots? We both need to remember our livers donât work like they used to.â
âYeah, yeah hold on.. let me finish real quick.â You mumble to yourself. The blunt hangs from your lips when you finish rolling it, old habits die hard you guessed when you go around picking up Jungkookâs clothes off the ground. You go around cleaning a little bit of his room before heading into his bathroom to start the water.
You and Jungkook smoke about half of the blunt together before taking a shot, which you end up pulling a face at and shaking your head, âFuck I havenât drank this shit since college,â you wipe your lips, âugh, Iâm gonna go shower. Bleh,â you try to get the bitter taste out of your mouth while disappearing into his bathroom.
Of course Jungkook doesnât leave you alone as he follows you into the shower. By the time youâre both out thereâs only a hour left before you two have to head out, âBabe I invited Hoseok and Yoongi if thatâs cool with you,â he says loudly from inside the walk-in closet, âYoongi said something about him and your one friend going together.â
âWho Hyejin?â You try to reply while lining your lips, âSheâs the one who texted me like ten minutes ago,â you smack your lips together, âor is it someone else?â
Jungkook comes out wearing a black blazer over a white top, âUhh I think?â He passes by with a cheeky ass grab, âready for another shot?â He heads out to bring back the bottle, âOr you going to drink from the bottle?â He smirks lazily, you both end up taking a swig from the bottle.
âOkay, Iâm ready.â You pull one of Jungkookâs black leather jackets over your body, âI donât care if you only had one drink or no drinks, weâre both walking or getting a ride got it? I donât wanna hear you complaining about having to leave the car overnight,â you sternly say to him as you both head out together, âIâm not trying to die in the middle of fuckinâ fall, âs freezing tonight.â You shiver a little.
Jungkook snorts, âBabe Iâm a little cross-faded, but itâll go away I promise-â he stops himself from finishing his sentence when he sees the glare youâre sending his way, âokay, okay, fine weâre gonna catch a ride home.â He winds his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in closely, âNice little date night isnât it?â
You snort quietly and look up at him in amusement, âDate? Ew, as if. We havenât been on one of those in ages.â
âDonât be such a little party pooper, first date and youâre already complaining? Iâm hurt baby,â Jungkook holds the lobby door open for you, smacking your ass when you slip past him, âjust wait and see, âm gonna make this the best night ever.â
His words make you roll your eyes, âSure.â Youâre secretly endeared though, and you canât help but wonder what has you so soft with him today. Usually you found it annoying when he said corny/sappy shit but for some reason itâs cute? Maybe you really were in a good mood.
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âWell donât you look pretty,â Hyejin grins as she slips her arm around you waist, âyou lilâ fuckin floozy, you fucked him didnât you?â She laughs softly, âLook at all the marks, fuck lemme see,â she tries to take a peek into your dress.
âHyejin,â you hiss while pushing her off of you, âyouâre gonna show my entire tit to everyone around, stop.â You quietly laugh, âAnd for your information we didnât go all the way because I didnât let him, he only ate me out I swear.â You whisper into her ear, jumping in alarm and rushing to cover her mouth when she yells out loud.
She winks at you deviously before going back to her seat next to Yoongi. Itâs nice being with friends like this, plus the restaurant was everything you hoped for. The vibes and atmosphere were pleasant, it was kinda reminding you of your college days when you and your friends stayed out late. It brings a tiny smile to your face.
âSo how you been y/n?â Hoseok speaks up, âFelt like I havenât seen you in forever.â His eyes dart back and forth between you and Jungkook, eyes taking in the way youâre both sitting so close.
âBeen good, just working nothing too crazy, how bout you?â You nod your head at him, âStill doing that thing you told me aboutâfuck I keep forgetting what it wasâbut yea, you still doing that or..?â
Hoseok sips his beer with a nod, âYeah,â he notices the way Jungkookâs hand tightens around your shoulder, â âs gotten busier but business is good so I canât complain you know?â He sheepishly smiles.
You briefly look over at Jungkook to see heâs got his tongue poking the inside of his cheekâthe thing he does when heâs either angry or botheredâyouâre not so sure why heâs pissy but you donât dwell on it, âThatâs good, let me know how it goes though. Canât say Iâm not interested from what you told me.â You feel Jungkook squeeze your arm, releasing it after a couple of seconds and then going back to stroking his hand up and down.
You both stay huddled close the rest of the night, Jungkook keeps his hand over your thigh and you have your head against his shoulder. The night only gets wilder as the restaurant turns into a full party with people singing and enjoying the loud music, Hoseok orders shots for everyone and by the time you check your phone to see that itâs one in the morning youâve already lost count of how many drinks both you and Jungkook had.
âAnother shot or what? You said you could out drink me, I wanna see your ass try,â Yoongi hiccups while sending you a glare, you notice that Hyejinâs already passed out with her face buried in his neck.
You grunt in annoyance and push at Jungkookâs arm, âDidnât say, I know I can.â You rumble back and manage to take the shot, âNow you asshole.â You nod your head, âHurry up Yoongi, youâre getting old or what?â You snicker.
He makes a face and manages to down it, âFuckinâ hell, so nasty.â He shakes his head, âWeâre too old to be doing this shit, fuckinâ Hoseok tapped out on the third shot! Look at his ass, heâs not waking up anytime soon.â He groans.
âYeah I think Iâm done too, getting so fuckin dizzy,â Jungkook sighs and looks over at you, âready to tap out too baby?â He hums as he leans in to rest his face in your shoulder.
You nod slowly, âYeah, my head hurts too.â You sigh deeply and wave the waitress down. Yoongi generously closes the entire tab and heads out with Hyejin and Hoseok to wait for a taxi. You and Jungkook take a couple of minutes to gather your thoughts before heading out to follow them.
You stick around outside to make sure that Yoongi, Hyejin, and Hoseok get into the uber together before heading back to Jungkookâs. It feels a lot warmer walking hand in hand with him, you find yourself grinning like a idiot, âHey Jungkook,â
âHm?â Jungkook stops to look at you.
âDoes that playground by your house still have that one swing where two people can go on it together?â You smile.
He blinks a couple of times in confusion before a knowing smile crosses over his face, âYeah, it does.â He squeezes your hand.
You both end up giggling like children while swinging around in the air on opposite sides facing each other. You squeal when Jungkook pushes you both extra hard, causing you to swing a bit faster as you land on the ground and huff with effort to push the two of you. âFuck I havenât done this much workout since Jiho joined soccer,â you chuckle.
Jungkook huffs quietly, hot breath going foggy in front of his mouth showing just how cold it was. âFucking freezing, gonna get blisters from this shit babe.â He swings you both once more, smiling brightly when he hears you squeal again, âShit you look like youâre having more fun than I am.â
âCause I am,â you grin softly and let go of the handles, âbut fuck youâre right, my hands hurt and they smell like iron.â You wait for Jungkook so that you two could go inside since the cold weather was starting to get to you. âCâmon Iâm cold.â You purse your lips and shove your hands into your pockets.
Jungkook quickly follows after you. You both manage to get in, stumbling over each other with giggles and drunken jokes. Jungkook doesnât make it before heâs crashing on the floor, sending you into hysterics as you bend over clutching your knees laughing. âBabe help me up!â Jungkook whines.
âH-Hold on,â you wipe your tears, âcâmere.â You haul his ass up, giggling hysterically at his messed up hair.
âAnd what you laughinâ at hm?â Jungkook wraps his arms around you and tugs you close, âCâmon tell me,â he whines and leans down to slide his lips over yours. Immediately you lean into the kiss, deepening it as you slip a hand over his cheek and cup it gently. His lips move over your own, gliding gently and slotting perfectly over your own.
Jungkook crowds you into the wall as he tries backing you into the living room causing you both to stumble. You donât seperate from the kiss though even after almost falling back because youâre both tripping over something laying on the ground. Jungkook pulls back briefly, chuckling drunkly when he sees youâre both not in the living room, in fact youâre both heading towards his kitchen.
âBabe,â he softly mumbles as he caresses your cheek, âholâ on, move that way.â He smothers you in another hot kiss, refusing to part even for a second.
You grumble softly into the kiss and pull away, âCanât,â you mumble and let him kiss you again, âyouâre kissinâ me and I canât see where Iâm goin.â You have a dopey smile on your face, âLemme,â pause. âlemme take you to bed,â you slur out.
Jungkook nods eagerly and follows after you. His hands are impatient as he works his jacket off of you, he growls in frustration when he canât quite get you out of the pretty dress you wore tonight. âFuckinâ hell help me,â he pouts and kicks the door open, âcanât get it off, need to see you naked,â he giggles, âcâmon, help me.â He gives you puppy eyes.
âPaws off,â you growl playfully while stripping from your dress, âI got this.â You send him a pointed look and head over to his large comfy bed. You let yourself fall dramatically on it, arms and legs spread out like youâre a starfish or something.
Jungkook climbs over you a few seconds later, you notice heâs already shirtless as he grins softly down at you and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, âHi baby.â He whispers softly between the two of you. You giggle quietly and smile back at him with a âhiâ, he looks funny. The world around you spins in endless circles, fueling your dizziness and motion sickness.
âYouâre so pretty,â he murmurs, âbest baby mama ever.â He leans down, mouth hovering over your neck as he leaves open-mouthed kisses over the warm flesh. You sigh quietly and lean into his touch feeling all warm inside from how endearing he was being.
âMore.â You quietly reply, you want to hear all about how pretty you are to him. Youâd never openly admit but Jungkook makes you feel special with the way heâs obsessed with you. On the surface he sure as hell was a dirty sleazy pervert but you knew he was genuine with you, even if his words were a little crude and unsavory at times.
Jungkook hums, âMore what baby?â He softly asks while pulling back to look down at you, âWant me to touch you more?â He grins cheekily, âCoz Iâm not complaining, love touchinâ and feeling on you.. So pretty,â he whispers as his eyes trail over you, âmine too..â
The âyoursâ sits on the tip of your tongue, but for some reason it never leaves your mouth. âStop playing around before I fall asleep,â you smack your lips with a dazed expression on your face, âthen you wonât get to touch, only look.â
His eyes light up and he doesnât say anything else, instead he captures you for a messy little kiss while his chilled hands slide down your sides and to your hips where those red panties sit. He teases you by pulling on the waistband, letting it snap back a few times before he finally pulls them down. Youâre quivering in excitement, your own hands come up to unbutton his pants with ease.
Jungkook helps you shove them off, his boxers go with them two until youâre both laid bare for eachother. He lies flat over you with his chest right against yours, he takes his sweet time mapping every crevice and surface of your body. Youâre not used to this time of affection in bed with him given that most of your fuckings were nasty and to the point. No, tonightâs different.
âWill never get used to how pretty you are,â he murmurs while laying kisses over your throat and chest, âjust wanna keep you like this forever.â He whispers out as his hot mouth envelops a nipple.
He lays his tongue flat over your sensitive bud, lapping at it and teasing around it. Your lips part as quiet breathy sighs and moans leave you, only yelping when Jungkook fully encases your nipple with his lips wrapped around it tightly. âFuck,â you tangle a hand in his hair and watch with hooded eyes.
Jungkookâs other hand comes up to fondle your neglected tit, pinching and rolling your hard nipple between his fingers in tandem with his powerful sucks. He switches back between both of them, leaving a small trail of spit as he goes. You donât know how much of his teasing you can take, your cuntâs throbbing and more slick is dripping between your plush folds and down the crevice of your ass no doubt staining his sheets.
âNo more,â you say when your nipples were sucked raw, âneed you nâ my pussy,â you shift around and roll Jungkook on to his back, âgonna ride it, jusâ the way you like it.â You tease softly and leave a open-mouthed kiss over his mouth, sighing quietly when you feel his hot cock against your inner thigh.
âMm,â he sighs as his head drops on the bed, eyes slipped in utter bliss as he holds your hips in his hands, âyeahâwant you to ride it for me baby, wanna watch you bounce on it.â He rolls his hips upward as his cock bumps and slides against you.
You take his cock into your hand and stroke over it slowly, occasionally tapping it over your folds and smearing your slick over him. You catch sight of his dark cock, all swollen and throbbing in your hold. It makes your mouth water as you eagerly lift your hips and slip the tip between your folds until it catch over your winking hole. Both of your breath hitches as you ease him into you, hissing in pleasure as your cunt spreads around the mushroom-y tip, pink rim spreading and hugging him tightly.
Jungkookâs lips part in a long moan, he scrunches his face up in pleasure and rubs his hands over the swell of your ass cheeks. âOh fuck baby,â he whispers, âjusâ a little more,â he groans, âfuck!â He hisses when you bottom out with a loud smack, your ass clapping off his pelvis as you seat yourself with his cock stuffed deep inside of you.
âSo good,â you hum and give a few experimental rolls, just loving how deep he is from this position.
Your hands come down to settle over his chest for leverage, you donât wait any longer before youâre bouncing idly over his cock. The excess slick begins rolling down to his balls creating a low audible squelch. Jungkook doesnât really say much other than a few curses and whispers of your name. Your own noises come out breathy and low, constrasting the fopping sound your ass makes when it smacks against his thighs.
The bed frame begins to creak under your weight, slowly you begin speeding up until youâre full on bouncing on his cock. You ride till the tip remains inside before coming back down and slamming your hips over his. Jungkookâs grunts and moans rise in volume from the delicous pressure around his cock, your pussy grips him so tight he feels your rim hugging him almost as if you were refusing to let his cock go.
âShit y/n,â the way your name rolls off his tongue sends butterflies deep in your tummy as you eagerly bounce, âlike that, fuck it feels so fucking good, gripping me so tight,â he rolls his hips upward to meet your bounces, âoh fuck.â He throws his head back and grits his teeth.
You mewl quietly and switch from bouncing to grinding, you roll your hips back and forth over his cock and reach behind you to stroke and fondle his balls that press tightly against your ass. He moans loud and bucks his hips into you roughly, somehow punching his cock deeper with the tip kissing your cervix.
âJungkook..!â You gasp out as your toes curl.
He brings his arms up to hoist you off and on to the bed, rolling the two of you over as he hikes a hand under your knee and lifts your leg up while he fucks into your pussy wildly. The new angle has his cock striking your g-spot over and over again with calculated thrusts. He punches loud moans and whimpers out of your lips, the pleasure bubbles over and has your pussy gripping him so tight itâs hard for him to backstroke.
âLook at me baby,â he pants, âyeah, show me that pretty face mama.. Look at you, taking my cock so well in that slutty little pussy. Got you drippinâ for me like I said you would, feel that?â He slows down and grinds into you slowly, hips circling in figure of eights as his cock rubs over your walls slowly, âSee what you do to me baby? Got me all worked up for you, pussyâs suckin me in so well canât help it.â He groans.
Your mouth falls open in a âoâ when he plunges into you quickly, fucking his cock in and out at a rapid pace. Slick dribbles all around with some splattering over the sheets and sliding down your pussy to your ass. His balls are heavy as they swing and smack into your ass repeatedly, every so often his cock throbs pathetically from inside of you.
âOh god,â you whisper and throw your head back, âfuck right there Jungkook..!â You let out a shout of pleasure as he hits your g-spot over and over again without missing. He has you sliding up the bed from his brutal pace, the pleasure rising and rising as you grit your teeth and try to fight off your impending orgasm.
âGo on baby, cum for me.â Jungkook whispers, âCâmon mama, lemme see you cum all over my cock, make it nice and messy for me.â He rasps out and grips the pillow lying by your head tightly as he grits his teeth and fucks into you harder if it was possible.
Stars burst behind your eyelids, your entire body locks up as you let out a pathetic little cry of pleasure. You cum with a loud moan of his name, clinging desperately to him with your arms loosely wrapped around his back and your legs locked around him to keep his cock inside. Your cunt milks his cock for all its worth, squeezing spasmodically from the aftershock of your orgasm.
Jungkook moans low at the feeling around his cock as he slams himself deep a total of three times before he finally cums. His cock pulses, hot cum filling your pussy to the brim with some of it seeping from the sides of your cunt. He sits up to look down at the mess between you, whistling out of breath when he sees the creamy white slick smeared over his pelvis and your pussy.
âFuck, made a fuckinâ mess.â He chuckles breathlessly and teasingly rubs his thumb over your neglected swollen clit, âDidnât need to touch this lil thing to get you to cum.â He purrs.
Your thighs twitch and you twist around to avoid any touch to your sensitive cunt, âStopppp,â you whine softly and bury your face in the pillow, â âm so sleepy Kook,â you smack your lips and blink slowly, âbedâs dirty though..â
Jungkook brings you into his arms and sighs, âLooks like weâre sleeping in the guest bedroom.â He murmurs and rolls out of bed, âCâmon,â he holds his hand out, âletâs get you to bed mama.â
You smile shyly when he says it like that, slipping out on shaky legs and following after him.
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âIâm never drinking like that ever again,â you quietly moan while slipping on Jungkookâs slippers and tugging the hoodie over your head, âdonât forget to bring my phone,â you say to Jungkook as you step out of the apartment.
âGot it..â He mumbles and follows after you.
Youâre both obviously not in the mood for cooking or anything so Jungkook suggested the convenience store for breakfast (in this case lunch because you two slept in all morning). Jungkook walks hand in hand with you the whole way, only letting go when you both split up to get your respective items. Jungkook of course pays and helps you make both your ramen bowls while you sit by the window poking your drink and mixing it around.
âYou look a hot mess,â Jungkook says when heâs walking over, âa sexy hot mess.â He cheekily adds in when you turn to give him a look. âWhat? I like you with smudged ass mascara and leftover lipstick, gives you that sexy bed look.â He winks.
âYeah, yeah, youâre not looking so hot either with lipstick all over your jaw.â You grin in amusement, âWhat did you get?â
Jungkook opens the black bag and sets all the snacks he got out onto the table, âThis kimchi onigiri, uhhh sausage links, and this rolled egg thingy I donât know.â He shrugs.
You eye the onigiri in curiosity, âHm.â You mix your ramen around and open the seasoning packet, âDo you mind driving me to get my car? Eunwoo texted me last night saying it was gonna be ready for pick up later on, said that the batteryâs charged now, heâs gonna just change the oil next.â You mumble.
âYeah, wanna go after this? Eunwooâs probably out on break, I can do the oil change myself.â He slurps his noodles loudly, cheekily grinning at you afterwards.
âMm, fine with me. Just donât fuck up my car or youâre paying for it.â You sip your drink just as loud.
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Eunwoo doesnât end up being there but he leaves Jungkook a key and a note telling him about what your car needs. Jungkook wastes no time in getting to work as he slips his shirt off and works in his white tank top. You sit in a chair just watching him work while singing silently under his breath. You canât quite shake the uneasy feeling you get in your gut, all thisâplaying couple and pretending like nothingâs wrong.
It makes your heart twist bitterly seeing him like this, all domestic and shit. Even the night before when you guys were at dinner. Hell the playground was enough for you to realize what was going on. Youâre not so sure you can go back to pretending like you two arenât a thing after this. You can only hold it in so much before it all starts crumbling down.
âBabe,â Jungkook slips out from under the car, âpass me the funnel behind you, I already drained it.â He wipes his dusty cheek, âBabe?â
âOh yeah, here.â You hand him the funnel, âWhat, do I have something on my face?â You say after noticing how intently heâs staring at you.
Jungkook shakes his head, âNah, just admiring how cute my baby mama looks.â He smiles teasingly and goes back to work before you can even reply. âSo, you doing anything after this? I was kinda hoping we could spend a day in watching movies and shit, âm still pretty hungover.â
âYeah..â You nod, âSounds good Iâm not feeling the greatest either,â you turn to look at anything but him. You donât know why but youâre hit with a swirl of emotions and itâs starting to sizzle under your skin and make you irritated. The more you think about it, the more agitated you slowly become.
âHey,â he suddenly says in front of you, âgot something on your mind?â His lips hover over yours before he closes the distance between you two. The kiss is sweet and gentle, it has your poor little heart throbbing inside of your chest. Jungkookâs lips smack quietly against yours, as he brings his hands up to hold the sides of your face.
You softly hum into the kiss and bring your arms around his neck. He makes a pleased noise and caresses his thumb over your cheek and jawline. Itâs the sweet moments like this that have you doubting, youâre not so sure you can keep up with him anymore. He does all these sweet things and it just lulls you into a false security with him, like everything is okay and things were the way they used to be.
You want that..
Jungkook parts from the kiss and stares deep into your eyes, âYou with me baby?â He say when he takes in how distracted you look.
âYeah,â you softly whisper, â âm here.â You bring him back for another passionate kiss, this time effectively blocking out all those little voices in your head.
Jungkook grunts in surprsie as he hoists you up with him, backing you into the counter nearby and swiping all the tools clear from the surface. His breath is ragged and heavy, touch quickly becoming possessive and desperate as he paws at your thighs and hips. You part your legs for him and let him step in between them, moaning quietly when his hips press over your sore cunt.
The empty garage is filled with soft panting and breathless sighs, your lips meet Jungkookâs over and over until theyâre swollen and glossed over with spit n slick. You attack his neck in a flurry of kisses and pull him closer, practically hugging his body tight to yours as the two of you leave sloppy marks all over each other. You go to leave another mark but Jungkookâs quick to pull away with a quiet âwait, waitâ.
âGet back together with me,â he suddenly pulls back, breathless and panting with wild eyes, âI want us to be a real coupleânot whatever this shit is where one day you let me love on you and another you donât.â His eyes are filled with hope as he pleads with you.
You stare at him in shock, mostly because hello the timing? You quickly shake those thoughts out and sit up, âJungkook you canât just ask me that out of nowhere, especially not with you standing between my thighs.â You sigh heavily, âLetâs just talk about this some other time.â You look away.
Jungkook frowns, âNo, I think itâs a perfect time now. You say some other time but then you forget and play it off with work and other stuff. I just..I just wanna know where we stand, Iâm tired of doing this back and forth thing baby.. Itâs sending mixed signals, canât tell whether you really want me or youâre planning to cut me out for good.â
Youâre at loss this time, for the first time regarding the breakup you donât have anything to say. Itâs not something you easily know the answer to, not when you yourself is still trying to find the answers to these things. Jungkook should know by now this isnât something that comes so easily. âWhy? So you can be happy you ended up winning after what you did? So everyone can see you got your way despite being a shitty person Jungkook?â
He looks surprised like he wasnât expecting your response, âBabyâno, where is this coming from?â He stands up intending to comfort you because he can see how quickly youâre growing upset with the way your frown deepens and tone morphs to hurt.
âThen what is it Jungkook?â You say in exasperation, âIs this gonna be your âI told you soâ moment? You play me like a fucking fool and come back years later with a slap on the wrist and suddenly everything is better between the two of us?â You blink the tears away, âItâs not fucking fair and you know it.â You fold your arms over your chest.
Jungkook shakes his head, âNo, no, no, itâs none of that. I just wanted you to know Iâm tired of going back and forth and never ending up nowhere with us..â
âWell guess what, Iâm tired too Jungkook. Tired of pretending like nothing ever happened, like there isnât a reason why we ended up like this in the first place.â You wipe your tears.
ây/n, I know things werenât the best before and I fucked it up, I knowâtrust me. You donât think I donât regret what happened years back? It fucking eats at me every night because youâre not by my side anymoreââ
âThatâs the thing Jungkook! You donât fucking get it,â you sob, âYOU were the love of my life, you were everything to me! And for you to do what you did-â you choke up and cover your mouth, âand Iâm supposed to heal from that? I never did, and I never will because the person I trusted the mostâwho I loved so muchâfucking betrayed me. Do you have any idea how I felt? You were my everything, and you fucking threw it away!â You scream in anger and frustration.
âY-You broke me,â you hiccuped, âitâs not fair that you get to come back like nothing, ân now everyoneâs gonna look at me like a fool because I got back together with my shitty baby daddy.â You sniffle, âI have thought about us for a while, but Iâm scared because I donât know if youâre going to do the same thing all over again.â
Jungkookâs own eyes are brimmed with unshed tears, he quietly sniffs and clears his throat, âIâm sorry y/n, I never did get the chance to but Iâm sorry for everything. But not once did I stop loving you ever, you were my everything tooâand you still are. Nothing about the way Iâve felt about you has changed, and it never will either. I realize how impulsive I was just now so,â he drops to his knees in front of you and holds your hands, âplease y/n, let me prove to you I can still make you and Jiho happy. I donât care if you wanna make me wait until youâre ready, Iâll be right here waiting for you. Just please, give me one last chance..â
You desperately want to say no, but youâre weak. Youâre too busy clinging to every little memory of him in the past to fill that emptiness in your heart to notice that youâve wanted him back all along. You feel the doubts begin to creep out of your body as you peer down at him, âYouâll..wait..?â
Jungkook nods, âAs long as you want me to.â He whispers back.
âOkay..â You softly reply and squeeze his hands tightly, afraid that if you let him go heâll vanish into thin air.
âOkay.â Jungkook sighs in relief, smiling up at you tenderly. He rises to his feet and brings you in for a tight hug, just relishing in your warmth and softness as he rocks the two of you side to side.
You close your eyes and let yourself sink into his arms, âYouâll be here with me right?â You lay your head on his chest.
âIâll be right here,â he hums, âstanding next to you.â
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SIM JAEYUN HARD THOUGHT
ăwarningă : 18+ MINORS DNI!!
ănotesă : this is for all my girlies with an oral fixation and a tongue ring... I am also girlies... I have had this thought stuck in my head for the longest time imaginable so I've finally brought it to life. might make a full fic based off this in the future, idk yet.
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you knew jake had an oral fixation, always needing to have something in his mouth, whether that be his lips, yours, or a piece of candy. however, as your relationship grew, he would find any reason to have his lips on your skin.
though during your time with Jake, you, yourself, had started to form an oral fixation. it even got to the point that you had gotten a tongue piercing in hopes of quelling the urge to stick random things in your mouth.
and it did... for a short amount of time.
until you realized the effect it had on your boyfriend whenever you would give him head. the whines and whimpers that would fall from his kiss-swollen lips every time you would press the piece of jewelry against his swollen cock.
"f-fuck baby." he groaned once more, his fingers lacing through your hair, tugging softly as you moved further down his shaft. his eyes rolling to the back of his head when the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat.
when it came to moments like this, when you have him cumming in your mouth within minutes of wrapping your pretty lips around his hard dick, you knew that the piercing was a good idea. just maybe not for the original reason that you had gotten it. if anything, it just made your oral fixation worse because now you wanted to take any chance you could to use your new 'toy' on your sensitive boyfriend.
"c-cummimg. fuck I'm cumming!" jake let out what you would call a mixture of a whine and a groan. his hips buck up into your mouth as he paints the walls of your throat white with his seed.
you hummed at the taste causing his grip to tighten on your hair in hopes of pulling you off of his overestimated dick, but you stayed put for a few moments longer before slowly pulling off. your thighs rubbed together underneath you as whimpers fell from jake's pretty lips.
pulling off of him, you give him a few kitten licks to his tip, making sure to drag your piercing along his slit, relishing in the way his whole body shivered at the feeling.
you continue to tease him with your tongue and hands, licking up all of the cum and spit that coated his length. not stopping until he was rock hard in your hands once more.
"baby, p-please... n- fuck. no more, please." jake hissed through his teeth as you traced along his slit once more, hands tugging at your hair.
with one last lick, you pulled away from jake's throbbing dick resulting in a deep groan to tear from his lungs at the sudden loss of touch. however, you didn't stray too far for too long, kissing up his toned tummy and chest, nipping at his collarbone, neck, and jaw before sealing his lips with yours.
he groaned against your lips at the taste of himself on your tongue, hands finding your hips to pull you into his lap. your tongue runs along the inside of his teeth; a soft rattling comes from how your ring hit his teeth.
pulling away to catch your breath, you watched in amusement as jake chased after your lips, his eyes hooded as they bore into yours. his grip on your hips tight as you shifted to allow his tip to prod at your entrance.
"think you can handle another one, jakey?" you asked teasingly as he leaned forward to latch his lips to your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin until dark purple and red splotches were left behind.
he didn't give you any response except for the harsh thrust of his ups upward to fully encase himself in your heat, resulting in a strangled cry to leave your lips at the sudden intrusion.
"f-fuck, jake!" you cried out as he started to piston his hips up into yours, stars dancing across your vision as his tip rammed into your cervix mercilessly.
"wanna be such a fucking tease?" he growled against your skin before biting down harshly, making your body tremble, "then you're gonna have to reap what you sow, princess."
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Hello could I please request civilian!reader staring at the batboys for a long time and goes âwhy are you so perfect and handsome, Iâm so lucky to have you and I will protect you with my tiny body and handsâ đ¸
Idk whether or not this is what you wanted anon but I hope you like it at least in some way đ
Jason canât help but let out a full belly laugh upon hearing your declaration after having stared at him for a full hour, as he walked over to you to cup your face in his hands and rest his head against yours.
âHow sweet you of chipmunk, Iâll make sure to keep that in mind whenever Iâm in trouble.â He murmurs as his thumbs stroked your cheeks.
He found it extremely endearing and sweet that you would ever go out of your way to protect someone like him but he preferred if you were to stay at home where it was relatively safe. Jason cared way too much about you to loose you, even if the comment was made in a lighthearted way.
Gotham was far too cruel for someone like you and you both knew it, the city was bound to swallow you whole before you even made it down the street.
The other thing that stuck in Jasonâs mind how you thought he was perfect and handsome, to which he would always respond with;
âIâm far from being either of those things chipmunk, but Iâll take the compliment.â
Jason didnât view himself as an ugly dude but nor did he think of himself as handsome either, he grew up in Crime Alley and was taken in by a billionaire, he never had times to focus on the way he looked or acted in the eyes of others. Until you of course.
To Jason, Dick was someone many would consider a handsome and perfect man while those same many often regarded him as the complete opposite under the same breath. So whenever you held his face in your hands and called him handsome or perfect with a look of utter love and adoration in your eyes, Jason canât help but find himself slowly starting to believe that he was in fact a handsome man.
If anything Jason views himself as the one who is lucky to have someone as good and as perfect as you and he reminds you of it day and night, whether he was Jason Todd, your perfect man or Red Hood, feared vigilante of Gotham.
Dick: found it really cute that you thought you could protect him, someone who had the insane flexibility and agility of a cat, but he wasnât one to crush your dreams and aspirations.
âMy hero has finally come to save me?â Heâd gasp dramatically as he practically falls into your arms, causing you to buckle under his weight and collapse on the bed and giggle at his theatrics.
However he wouldnât dare let you put yourself in danger in any way shape or form for the likes of him, he refused it as this life had nothing but take and take and take from him anything and everything he held dear.
He still remembered how he felt partially responsible for Jasonâs death that he tries to make up for it by being in his corner when it seemed as though everyone thought ill of him.
So Dick really doesnât want you going and pulling the heroic card on him as he wasnât sure heâd be able to handle it, heâd act like he could when in reality he was doing far worse then anyone could imagine. So it be better if you let him do the saving.
Now Dick was aware of his own attractiveness and appeal but when you were the one calling him perfect and handsome, heâs smiling widely and internally kicking his feet and saying silly shit like;
âYou still have a crush on me? How embarrassing for you.â To which you respond with âDick weâve been dating for 8 months-â
When anyone else calls Dick handsome they are pointing out an already pre established fact, but when youâre the one saying heâs handsome it has more meaning as it felt as though he was being shown something that he never knew was there before. He lived for every time you called him handsome and it wasnât because of an ego thing, he just like you calling him handsome and would never want to live in reality where he never heard you say it ever again.
Damian;
âI can protect us both without issue so thereâs no need for that.â
He sometimes takes your word a little too literally, regardless whether you were joking or not.
He was the crime fighter out of you both, so just let him do all the fighting, he doesnât want your eyes to be burdened with the violence and criminal activity that he was accustomed to.
Also when you called him perfect and handsome, Poor Damian didnât know what to think as it wasnât something he viewed himself as nor expected anyone outside of his family to either.
He could handle insults and such but soft words laced with love and care towards him was an entirely new feeling for him in general that it both scared and excited him simultaneously. Besides Damian wasnât interested in tibial things such as being conventionally attractive or whatever troubles the average person, he never thought it of any importance when other things took presidency in his life.
However when you compliment him, Damian couldnât help but feel as though he was a little boy again, he would feel himself stiffen for a moment before the appropriate response came to him as easy as breathing, because caring for you was as easy as breathing to Damian and heâd do anything to make sure you were safe and sound wherever you are; for without you heâd be deeply lost.
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DPXDC prompt: Friendly neighborhood forensic pathologist Danny Fenton is a new master of The Court of Owls? (Dead on main, of course) +Part 2: Talon Dick
Donât underestimate what a ghost will do for a higher education. You see, it's the custom of the Fenton family not to run away from things they are afraid of but to face their fear. So Danny Fenton, who has learned to fear scalpels, steel clamps and surgical retractors, decides to do something about it and to dedicate his life to giving souls of those who died a violent death the final rest and justice they deserve.
Well, it didnât really come to him at once. It started out as a simple joke:
Danny didnât think he could continue his education after school. Frankly, his grades suck. However, Tucker for fun applied for a scholarship for gifted villains from Gotham University on his behalf.
And hell, they are willing to pay money for his education. Pay in full! Living in Park Row is also incredibly cheap. And with his flying ability, heâll also save on transportation.
Danny is not a villain. And heâs not planning on becoming one. But he couldnât lose that chance.
Why do you deserve this scholarship? âMy parents are renowned ecto scientists, and Iâve seen their dissection work at its best. Medical school is expensive, and this scholarship will help me accomplish my goal of becoming a forensic pathologist and helping maintain the boundary between the world of the living and the world of the deadâŚor use it for my own ends. Of course.â
Well, Mr Two-Face was fully confident that despite his grades in the subjects, Danny was fully committed to achieving high academic achievement. Finally, work experience of Dan came in handy somewhere.
There were only few things about the death that Danny didnât find on his own or from his ghost friends, so he managed to graduate in record time. Young Fenton thought he was lucky enough to get a job near Crime Alley. It was odd that the job was available. Even a new specialist like him was allowed to work full-time. And the salary was very decent.
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Danny: Yes, Jazz, everything is just fine. I found a great job and Iâm trying to relax and find a hobby, you know. Started feeding the local birds. Apparently they were abused, the poor things are so shy and aggressive.
The local birds:
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Letâs say that a returned Jason as undead cannot be killed for forever. The stab wounds heal quickly, the bullet holes sometimes itch unpleasantly for a few days, but in general his regeneration is at a level with some metahumans. This is convenient. But when Red Hood wakes up in the morgue after a particularly severe injury, heâs not happy. Sometimes even looking in the mirror at his dissection scar is difficult for him. And this situation is a fucking nightmare. Danny: Oh. Are you awake now? Iâm sorry I didnât have time to put you on the couch, I didnât have clean sheets and my assistant would have killed me because of the new stains. Red Hood: What the hell? Iâm sorry?! Itâs fucked up! Iâd love to see you wake up on the dissection table. Danny: Been there Done that. But hey, I didnât put you there. You didnât get here on my shift, give me a break.
Jason: âŚSo, what's now? Danny: Well, I can offer you tea or coffee. Of course, only after I sew up the hole in your stomach and give you a change of clothes. Or I could go after the documents and pretend I didnât notice one of my bodies got away. But then donât dream about novocaine blockade. Pretty liver by the way, you donât see that much in crime lords. Jason: Um, thank you? But youâre weird. Usually people are praised for the beauty of the face or eyes rather than⌠Danny: Wow, now I feel attacked.You wake up in your helmet. I canât compliment what I canât see. Jason: Gee, Iâm surprised your colleague hasnât taken it off yet. Danny: And lose important evidence? It is not customary for us to put curiosity above professionalism.
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Jason learns quickly that although Batman is willing to go anywhere to track him, there are always exceptions to the rule. The morgue was one of them. Not surprisingly, the emotional constipation and uncomfortable theme of Jasonâs death worked like a perfect bat repeller. Over time, Jason becomes really interested in a guy who genuinely laughs at his death jokes and listens to his problems at work without judgment. Danny is too cute and nice.
Danny*works*: No visitors allowed here.
Jason: Unless you are a zombie, right?
Danny:...Still not one of your hideouts. The book is where you left it, make some tea if you want it.
~~~~~
Jason, once again delivered without a sign of life to Danny after the fight, woke up during pupillary reflex test.
Jason: Oh, beauty, you are just dazzling today.
Danny: As I thought, your regeneration didnât cure your concussion before your resurrection. Iâll give you referrals for all the tests and examinations. And we really should stop seeing each other like this. Please take care of yourself.
Jason: I donât think you have the right to prescribe them to me. Danny: Technically I do not. But we live in Gotham. And for some time the hospital where I work at night is very sensitive to my requests.
Red Hood: And why? Danny: Itâs hard to explain⌠Red Hood: Doctor Handsome, Iâve been through some shit, so try to surprise me. Danny: Okay, okay. Look, you are a crime lord for not too long, right? But criminals and cops are afraid of you and kids and your henchmen really likes you. Jason: ..So what? Danny: Can you please recommend how to maintain a reputation but so your people arenât afraid of you? Jason: Why do you need this information? Your assistant finally realized youâre friends with walking corpses? Danny: Itâs not about that! Although, like.. you arenât wrong? Itâs complicated. I may, well, accidentally, honestly, have seized power over a local secret aristocratic criminal society.
Jason: Baby, please tell me everything. I have a restaurant as a front for a business nearby. Itâs a date. Let's go. Danny: Let me finish a few stitches first, Jay.
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Red Hood and Red Robin fight near Batman: Hood: Replacement was on patrol without permission! Red Robin: And Jason is dating the new owner of Court of Owls! Batman:.. he's doing WHAT? Jason, how could you take such a risk? it is completely unprofessional and Red Hood: At least he loves me for whatâs inside me! Red Robin: Yeah, like a beautiful liver. Itâs a great relationship base. Red Hood: Iâm talking about my feelings and interests. Dumb lil stalker with a big mouth! Iâll teach you not to bother my boyfriend.
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Henchman: Boss. We shouldnât go into that area, the rumors are that there are Talons here. Red Hood: All under control, they wonât touch us. Henchman: How can you be sure? The poem says 'Beware The Court of Owls, that watches all the time, ruling Gotham from a shadow..' Red Hood: Yeah yeah "speak not a whispered word of them or they'll send The Talon for your head". Iâm sleeping with their boss, of course Iâm sure. Henchman: Boss, donât kid like that. Red Hood: I donât pay you for gossip. Let's go.
Dick, to whom the memories began to return, haunts Jason because he did not cut for Lil Wing apple slices like he likes for lunch: Talon came to finish the job. Henchmen: scream
~~~~~
Jason *shows Danny 'Red Flags' on youtube*: Hey, baby, want to be a little shit on our date? I know where Brucie Wayneâs having dinner tonight, so you can meet the family.
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Okay but perv Geto is so fucking good and so fucking accurate what if he caught reader using the shower head on herself and decided he would do her one better đ
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contains: fem reader, voyerism, perv!geto masturbation(r!&geto), so much dirty talk, sexual tension, praise, degradation, unprotected sex, shower sex, whipped!geto, softer ending, implied aftercare
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âFuuuu-mmmâ you slapped a hand over your mouth to conceal your wines as the strong stream of water from the shower head hit your clit perfectlyâ the perfect temperature, the perfect pressure.
You had started out standing but quickly decided to make yourself as comfortable as possible on the smooth tile of the shower floor when you realized how intense the stimulation was.
Your legs were spread while you bucked your hips against the stream or water. Your body was jerking and jolting at the sensation of the water caressing just right under the hood of your clit.
You held your breath as the warm water brought you closer and closer to your high, jaw dropping and eyebrows scrunching together as you were pushed off the edge.
âHaaaa-aaah fuck-â you whined a little too loudly. You felt your walls clench around nothing as your orgasm washed through your body, the warm steady pressure of water was working you over so well, prolonging the intense feeling as you jerked and gasped into the small room of the bathroom.
shlick shlick shlick
âFuuuuck⌠cmon go again, do it again..â Geto whispered under his breath from the other side of the door.
You knew you werenât being relatively as ďżźquiet as you know you shouldâve been; having a roomate in the house; but you figured the water would drown out most of your noises.
You could not have been more wrong.
For the past five or so minutes that you had been getting up to your antics in the shower, Getoâs ear was pressed against the door, warm hand wrapped around his fist and pumping steadily while listening to your wines and curses as you got yourself off.
He heard you and Shoko talking about this new method to masturbate over the phone the other day, he didnât mean to ease drop but.. yes he did.
The second he walked by your room and heard you repeat back to shoko, âA shower head? down there? really?â He froze in his tracks, listening to the short conversation after your question that followed.
Ever since that day, whenever you got in the shower he would follow right behind you. The moment he heard the shower come to life, his head was pressed against the thick wood door, listening for any telling signs that you were trying out this new trick you had learned.
And he is so glad he didnât give up, night after night he spent standing at that door, shuffling his body weight between both of his feet as he waited so patiently to hear something, anything that sounded like you touching yourself, and he finally did.
He wanted to feel guilty he really did, but the vivid image he had painted of you, standing with the shower head you body used, against your clit, moaning and whining as you made yourself cum with it.. the guilt in his body was nowhere to be found.
You panted hard on the floor, squeezing your legs shut in comfort when your orgasm subsided, âholy shit,â you breathlessly whispered, amazed at how good that had felt.
You pulled your lip between your teeth, thinking. The water was still warm, so you couldnât have been in there for too long.. a second round wouldnât hurt.. right?
You spread your legs once more, wincing when you brought the shower head back to your clit, face scrunching as you tried to overcome the overstimulation you felt as trying to go again so soon.
You managed to push through itâthough you realized you felt ten times more sensitive than before, it was proving to be harder to hold back your noises as you alternated between letting the water spray against your tight hole, and your sensitive little bud.
âYesyesyesâ Geto smiled triumphantly when he heard your noises start up again on the other side of the door after a brief pause. He started up his own hand again, stroking himself faster at the sound of your needier wines this time around.
He was picturing himself standing behind you, his cock fucking in and out of your tight hole while he held the shower head against your clit. He imagined you would protest at how it was too much, too good, to please give you a breakâ and of course he wouldnât.
He would fuck into you harder, faster, he would manipulate the shower head in a way so the water was caressing your clit in circles, he pictured you curling in on yourself while you came all over him, he tried desperately to squeeze his hand in a pulsing motion to mimic what he thought your pussy would feel like when your high arrived.
He slowed down his strokes when an idea popped into his head. You could practically see a lightbulb form over him as he completely paused the strokes on his angry dick, quickly pushing his cock back into his pants and zipping them back up.
It was not unusual for the two of you to use the bathroom while the other was in the shower. The sliding shower door was one of those cloudy ones, so you could see nothing but the persons silhouette ďżźas they used the shower. The bathroom also had no lock, which Geto thought was absolutely perfect.
He rapped a quick knock onto the wood, âComing in, gotta brush my teethâ he said as nonchalantly as he could, giving you a could seconds before he cracked the door open.
You were shocked out of your daze, slapping your legs together as the door opened, you prayed he would get his toothbrush and leave, like he usually did, but he had other plan.
âOh- o-ok-â You stuttered out when you saw his frame come through the door. You held your breath as you tried to ignore the throbbing between your legs, crying for you to continue the simulation before he interrupted you.
You watched his blurry frame grab his toothbrush, squeezing on the toothpaste and thatâs when you froze. You watched as his head turned towards the shower, holding your breath before his deep voice spoke through the room.
âWhy are you on the ground?â he questioned, making you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that if you tried hard enough, you might disappear. âDidnât hear you fall, you okay?â he asked, knowing damn well you werenât on the floor because you fell.
He wasnât expecting to see you like this, but he couldnât deny that the thought of you having to sit down from how weak your legs were from just putting a shower head to your clit was making him dizzy.
âI-iâm okay,â you answered, praying that would be the end of his interrogationâ it wasnât.
âDidnât answer my question.â He repeated, a smirk you couldnât see, spreading itself across his handsome face, âWhy are you on the ground if you didnât fall?â He spoke.
You stayed silent, looking around the four walls of the small shower box you were in, trying and failing to come up with some excuse, instead feeling your mouth flap open and closed like a fish while little âuhhâ and âummsâ fell from your lips.
You watched his figure sit down on the closed toilet seat. The silence in the room was making your heart race, had he heard you moaning?
âWhereâs the shower head?â he asked. You pulled your lip into your mouth and closed your eyes, forgetting that you can see the shower head peak out from the top of the shower door.
âWhat are you doing?â you asked quietly, at this point, you knew he knewâ and you knew he was teasing you about it.
âJust wanna know where my shower head went, I spent a lot of money for that attachment you know~â He cooed, making you sigh.
âI..â you started, opening your eyes and peeking at his blurry frame through your peripheral vision, âI have it.â You finished.
âWhere?â he quickly responded, smile still plastered on his face, his hand coming down slowly to subtly rub himself over his pants, using the obstruction of the blurry shower door to conceal his antics.
âDown here, with me.â You answered. âWhatâs it doing down there? hmm?â His deep voice resonated.
You started to feel yourself grow hot, and it wasnât because of the temperature of the water. âI needed it.â you answered vaguely, feeling yourself throb between your legs at this interaction.
âYou needed it?â he repeated, rubbing himself harder over his pants, letting out a short laugh when all you responded with was a short âmhmâ
He watched your form move behind the glass, guessing your legs had spread open again, watching your arm move to place the shower head back between your legs.
He heard your breath hitch quietly when the water made contact with your little bud once more, âNeeded it bad, huh?â he spoke again.
You tipped your head back against the shower wall, ignoring the blaring signals of what the hell are you doing this is your roomate, going off in your head. Instead you opted to move the shower head in circles, letting the water caress your pussy in the way you needed.
âWho taught you that huh?â he asked, knowing full well who the culprit was, and internally thanking her. âA-a friend.â you responded, your breath picking up as you spoke.
âYeah? Did your friend also say it was okay to use my shower head to play with your pussy?â he asked. His vulgar and more direct words made you whimper, your cunt clenching around nothing as he continued.
âY-you like it,â you responded, rolling your hips up into the stream of water.
This caught him off gaurd.
âDonât t-think I havenât noticed you outside the door whenever I s-shower ngh-â you whine, wanting your voice to sound more like you were scolding him, but your words came out rushed and needy instead.
âYou wanted m-e to do this,â you finished with a whine when the stream hit your clit a little too intensely.
âFuck,â he laughed, reaching his hand into his pants once more to pull out his cock and stroke himself properly, âWhy didnât you say anything huh?â he asked.
âDidnt w-wanna ruin your fantasy, p-pervert.â you responded, the name making his cock twitch. âOh Iâm the pervert?â he responded, âWho was the one letting me listen to her shower? the one using my shower head to make herself cum?â
âL-listen to yourself, your just a nasty v-voyeur,â you wined, moans freely falling from your lips now at how worked up this conversation was getting you.
He felt his balls clench at your degrading words, cock still in his hand as he stood to his feet, sliding the slower door open in one swift movement and entering the shower, soaking his clothes as he dropped to his knees, gripping your chin in his free hand as he pressed your lips to his.
âMmm! Mph-â You whined into his mouth, feeling his arm rapidly move back and forth between you, his heavy breathing giving away his antics.
You kept the shower head on your clit as the two of you made out. He kissed you like he had been wanting to do this for years, bulling his tongue into your mouth and groaning into your cavern, the two of you swallowing each others noises.
âSugu- Suguru, fuck-â you moaned his name needing in between kisses, feeling yourself get pushed to the edge for the second time.
He sucked your lip into his mouth before pulling away and gripping your wrist that was controlling the shower head. âLet me fuck you,â he begged against your lips, âLet me fuck you please.â You were astonished at how quickly he was switching gears. He was so dominant just seconds ago and now he was on his knees in front of you, begging you to let him put his dick inside you.
âIâll make you cum so much harder than this fucking thing please, let me prove it,â he rushed, his hand still jerking quickly over his cock as he sucked his lip into his mouth.
âOkay, okay ye-â you answer, soul leaving your body when he wrapped his arms around you, yanking the both of you to your feet, he pulled you up by the underside of your thighs wrapping your legs around his waist as he pinned you against the shower wall.
You were getting whiplash as how quickly this was progressing, you gasped in anticipation as his hand grabbed ahold of his cock underneath you, you gasped when you felt it rub against your entrance.
âYou canât take it, Look at me, you can take it.â He spoke, pressing his his forehead to yours and making you keep eyes contact with him, distracting you from the sheer size of his cock that looked like it threatened to split you in half.
The two of you stared at each other with bated breathe, waiting for geto to slip his cock into your hole. The two of you gasped in tandem when he slid inside, the slide eased by the water.
âOh fuck,â The dark haired man rolled his eyes back in his head, âSo fucking tight oh my-â He cut himself off when he bottomed out, gasping against your mouth as you wined at the stretch.
Youâve never taken anything inside you even remotely close to the girth and length of Getoâs massive cock. You were glad you came once before and your walls were more pliant, otherwise you wouldâve been actually worried that he mightâve split you in two.
âHoly fuck youâre so big-â you praised, looking down between the two of you and seeing your cunt fully pressed against his abdomen. âS-shouldâve stopped being a fucking pervert and g-grew the balls to come in here and f-fuck me week ago,â you giggled.
Geto had no idea why when you spoke down to him it made his cock twitch, his balls would clench and threaten to spill his seed without even moving. Even before he got inside you when he heard the name leave your lips he had to squeeze the base of his cock to prevent himself from cumming prematurely.
âI know, youâre right,â he agreed, before he started a rough pace with his hips, fucking meanly into your cunt.
You bounced forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and digging your nails into his back as high pitch âah! ah! ahâsâ weâre fucked out of your lungs.
âThis perv fucking you better than that shower head?â he asked, smiling into the crook of your neck as his cocky pistoned in and out of your hole, his fat tip fucking straight into your gspot.
âD-ont kno-wâ your words came out choppy and high pitched thanks to his rough thrusts. âYou donât know?â He repeated, his lip jutting out in a frown as he bounced your body up and down his cock with ease. âLetâs find out then,â he added.
He gripped the sides of your body, pulling you up off his cock with ease and flipping your body around, so you were back to chest with him, just like in his fantasy.
He slipped his cock back inside you, making you whine, your legs shaking and trembling under your own weight, small hands reaching out to grip onto the shower door handle to keep yourself steady.
Geto reached over and grabbed the shower head, picking it up off the ground from the tube part and pulling it up into his hands, he quickly checked the pressure and temperature against his fingers before he wrapped one large arm against your tummy, pulling you back against his chest.
He maneuvered his other hand in front of you, teasing the spray of the water against your pelvis before he spoke, âDonât pass out on me.â
Geto placed the stream of water against your clit before resuming his brutal pace inside your pussy once more. If it wasnât for his strong grip against your stomach, you were sure your legs wouldâve given out on you.
âFffuuuuuck-â You wined, eyes rolling back in your head at the intense pleasure. âFuck- Youâre so much tighter when your little clit gets some attention-â he choked, gritting his teeth at the feeling of your pussy walls constricting around his cock.
He tipped his head back, jaw dropping as he tried not to lose his own balance, he understood now why you ended up on the floor.
âNot gonna last with your squeezing me this fucking tight.â he warned, his lips coming down to suckle against your neck as the both of you were spiraling closer and closer to your impending orgasms.
âFuck itâs you- you shi-t,â you tried to tell him, making him grin against your neck, âYou fuck me better ha-aaah!â you wined, your arms leaving the shower door to dig your nails into his arm that was wrapped around your torso.
âYeah? Am I making you feel good?â He bated, needing to hear you praise him. âSo ahhn! So good Sugu! So fucking good, love your cock-â you got cut off by the first wave of your orgasm, catching you off gaurd suddenly.
âYeahhh cum all over my fucking cock- good fucking girl-â your roomate praised, his thrusts becoming sloppy as your walls fought to milk him for all he was worth,
âGonna make me cum,â he warned, gritting his teeth and rolling his eyes back when you dug your nails into his arms harder than before.
Unbeknownst to him, he was fucking you straight into overstimulation, you had just come in inch from your life and the stream of water was still steadily massaging your clit, and his mushroom tip was absolutely abusing your gspot.
âSu-â you tried to speak, to tell him to at least move the shower head but he was out of it himself. The man was fucking you with reckless abandon, humping his dick into your tight walls on instinct, moans freely falling from his lips, his heavy balls making loud vulgar slaps against your ass-
He pulled out just before he came, making him drop the shower head and simultaneously releasing his hold on you, making you drop to your knees.
You looked up at him just in time when he came, his large hand caressed your face while his other stroked him through his orgasm, abs and balls clenching alike while warm spurts of cum covered your pretty face.
âThank you- Thank you-â He choked out between the waves of his orgasm, his head was tilted back, jaw slack and eyes squeezed shut at the intensity, you and never seen a more beautiful sight.
His legs were visibly shaking, fighting to keep himself standing as his fist squeezed out the remaining drops of his cum onto your face.
When he started to come down his next dropped to look at you, gasping, trying to catch his breath as he looked at the art he created on your beautiful face.
When the fuzziness started to fade out of his head he realized how uncomfortable he was, his slacks and button up shirt was half drenched, sticking to his skin uncomfortably from the water. His big hand came up to rub the back of his neck as he squatted in front of you, before bringing both hands down to your face using his large thumbs to rub his cum into your cheeks.
âI-â He stopped himself, clearing his throat before leaving a soft peck on your lips, âLegs get you cleaned up,â he smiled, scooping you up and letting you wrap your limbs around him like a koala as he carried your wet bodies out of the shower.
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first dinners- o.piastri
summary: being jack wolff's nanny is a pretty sick gig... only when your boss (/ father figure) isn't trying to interrogate your new boyfriend.
pairing: oscar piastri x fem! reader
part one part two
smut so mdni pls! 18+
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Las Vegas rolled around and you two had been texting back and forth and had even gotten a coffee together. He really liked you. You really liked him. As the paddock filled with people, and all eyes were on the battle between Norris and Verstappen, Oscar sneaking glances at the Mercedes garage went almost unnoticed by the media. He won the race with a 20 second gap from his adoptive father, with both Lando and Max having their races ruined by an accidental oversteer on Maxâs end meaning that Lando was down in P5 after having to get his front wing replaced, while Max got taken out by the damage, meaning the championship battle was technically still on.
Oscar finally found you as you stood beside Jack, watching as George lifted his trophy. Oscar sent you a wink to which you smiled and waved, taking some sweet photos of him being celebrated.Â
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When he texted you to come to his hotel room, never did he ever think youâd be sucking his dick as a congratulations. For being a virgin, you were mentally experienced, or something. There he sat, on the bed, your head between his legs as his brain short-circuited at the way you were sucking him off.Â
âFuck,â he grunted, desperately trying to keep his hands to himself as he slowly lost control of his body. The mix of your mouth around his cock, the sound of you actually gagging on him, and your nails digging into his thigh made him want to cum right then and there, but he held off as long as he could, not wanting to end the night prematurely. âIâm gonna-fuck- Iâm gonna-!â
And he came in your mouth. And you swallowed it. He looked down at you, a sultry smirk on your lips and he couldâve cum again. âYouâre so fucking beautiful.â
You giggled. âIs that because I just sucked your dick?â
âN-no! I mean-â he stopped talking because you started laughing again.
âIâm kidding,â you smiled. âThank you Oscar.â
He smiled, then pressed his lips to yours, pulling you closer to him. âCan I eat you out?â he mumbled between kisses.Â
You were taken aback, someone so shy and reserved happily asking you something so crude out of nowhere. âY-yeah.â
âYeah?â he looked at you through hooded eyes.Â
âYeah.âÂ
âFucking beautiful,â he smirked, lifting you up easily as he lay back (for someone so skinny, he really was strong) and sat you straddling his face. âYâgonna ride my face?â His hands gripped onto your ass, almost bruising as you whimpered at his nose meeting with your clit.Â
You didnât answer, much too shocked and excited to speak.Â
He slapped your ass and it made you lurch forward, grinding against his nose. You moaned out. âYes! Y-yes Osc!â
âGood girl,â he smirked, and then dove in.Â
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When you woke up with his arms around you and a sore but satisfied feeling between your legs, you smiled.Â
âMorning baby,â he smiled, noticing how you were finally opening your eyes.Â
âHey,â you grinned, stretching.Â
âI hope you donât think I called you here last night just to have sex with you, I really like you and I have for a long time and-âÂ
âOscar, Iâm the one that asked to suck your dick, youâre the one who asked me to sit on your face, we both knew what we were doing.â
He chuckled. âYeah, I guess,â he took a deep breath. âSo can I be your boyfriend?â
You smiled. âYeah, you can.â
He pressed his lips to yours again.
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Was Oscar scared for his life while outside of the McLaren Motorhome in the Qatar paddock? Yes, very much so. Was he even more scared when George texted him, asking him to dinner with Toto, Susie, Jack, you, Lewis, and him? Yes, very much so.Â
He was terrified as he walked into the restaurant, a bunch of flowers in his hand, and his shirt was ironed. Oscar Jack Piastri had ironed his shirt. His mom wouldâve been proud. When he saw Toto at a table for two, his face fell deeper into an expression of misery, and he somehow stopped himself from turning tail and running.Â
âOscar!â Toto cheered, smiling like the Cheshire cat. âCome sit!â
He was being overly nice, but it was better than the other option, total and utter intimidation. âHi Toto.â
He sat across from him, shaking his hand and placing the flowers beside him.Â
âThe others will be here in a while,â Toto explained. âI just wanted to chat to you one on one. Congratulations on your win, by the way.âÂ
Oscar nodded. âThank you.â
âWhat are your intentions with Y/n?âÂ
Oh. Straight into it.Â
âDate her?â he answered hesitantly. Toto sighed. Bad answer.Â
âY/n is a very special person, in a lot of peopleâs lives. I donât want to see you hurting her because-â
âOh my god! Toto! What the fu-hell are you doing?â you questioned, rushing over to the two of them. Oscar sighed in relief, glad that you were here to save him from Totoâs torment. âI knew you would pull something like this!â
âIch stelle ein paar Fragen, das ist alles!â (Iâm just asking some questions, thatâs all) he huffed, getting up. âEs ist kein Problem, ja?â (Itâs no problem, yes?) he looked at a very confused Oscar who just stood and nodded. âSee! Itâs fine!âÂ
âToto, just let me live my own life, thank you very much. Also, Iâve known Oscar for much longer than you, and I can pick who I want to date, thank you very much,â you scoffed. You grabbed ahold of Oscarâs arm and he smiled, handing you the flowers he got you.Â
âYou look gorgeous,â he whispered as you two watched Susie and Toto arguing over his over-protective tendencies, with George and Lewis joining in when they arrived.Â
âThanks,â you smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. âI canât believe you ironed your shirt.â
He chuckled. âThought Iâd try to make a good impression.â
âWell, Toto thinks youâre a great driver, and Susie likes you mum. Good impression made.âÂ
He beamed at you as you chatted with Jack (who was holding your other hand) and made jokes about the situation at hand.Â
When the 7 of you finally sat at your table and the arguing stopped, pleasant conversation flowed, but then George and Lewis had their turn at interrogating Oscar.
"What's her favourite colour?" George asked.
Oscar smiled. "She doesn't have one."
"Favourite flower?" Lewis questioned.
Oscar just pointed to the bouquet of your favourite flowers he'd gotten you earlier.
"Favourite F1 driver?"
The entire table chuckled at that.
"Are we going legacy or current?" Oscar asked.
"Legacy, then current," George decided.
"Legacy; Rosberg, current, Hamilton," he smirked and the two men applauded.
"Right, good enough for me," George announced.
"If you hurt her, I'll push you off the track," Lewis smiled dangerously as he shook his hand.
"Gosh I'm so glad we live in the 1800s," you scoffed, teasing the men. They just rolled their eyes as Susie and Jack laughed at your joke.
When the end night concluded after one too many embarrassing stories about you, you walked out with Oscarâs hand in your left, and Jackâs in your right.Â
âOscar,â Jackâs small voice rang out over the voices of the other people in the group. Oscar stopped and crouched down to hear him, and you snapped a quick photo, quickly putting it in your favourites. Your two boys. âI really like you, and Y/n really likes you. Please donât make her sad.âÂ
Oscarâs heart swelled at his words, getting acknowledgement from Jack? The highest honour. He nodded, smiling. âIâd never dream of it.â
Jackâs lips broke out into a smile. âGood!â and he skipped ahead and took your hand once more, Oscar following suit.Â
This really was the start of something great.
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Not so Artificial Intelligence Part 2
When Bruce finally managed to get the time to look at the file Danny had added to the bat computer, it was almost patrol, and the rest of the family was filling in to get ready to head out. Even Jason had shown up, but that was probably just because he was bribed by Alfred with leftovers from dinner. Bruce couldnât really blame him, Alfredâs food was the best in the world, but he does wish that he would show up more often just to hang out with him and his siblings.
Bruce sat in the bat-chair, graciously labeled with a sticker from a recent prank by Stephanie. She had gone around and labeled everything in the bat cave, but added the bat suffix in front. It had taken forever to find most of them, but he allowed some of them to remain.Â
Finding the new folder was easy, it was labeled FROM DANNY, and left in the middle of the screen. Clicking it open and sipping his fresh coffee he glanced at the first document. The folder was full of notes, pictures and videos, but all of the previews were white, green, or black.Â
Bruce started to read through the document, and chocked on his coffee at the contents.
Hello Batman and family, I hope this reached you before they do. I didnât bring this up just incase you knew and were supportive, but how you act and how contaminated you are I will assume you do not. There is a Government Law that declares any being that has come into contact with enough or creates ectoplasm as non-sentient and non-sapient, but at the same time malicious {Abbreviated the AEA}. We are to be turned over to the GIW to be experiment upon and exterminated. This is literal torture, and I have gathered as much evidence as me and my friends could without being caught. I beg you, please be careful if you decide to take these people down. From what is on here, I think that Lazarus Water is a form of corrupted ectoplasm. Also, anyone who has died and come back to life no matter what are counted, and anyone with godly blood within them. Please Please, save us. My parents are the leading âscientistsâ which is bullshit, and theyâve already tied me down once. I canât go through that again. Please, Amity and the Infinite Realms need help. If you donât help us, Iâm scared we may be forced to go to war, and I donât think you can win against the godly dead.Â
Please, Iâm begging you - Danny Fenton {King Phantom}
âYou good B?â Nightwing asked strolling over casually. He didnât know how to answer, how was he supposed to say âOh yeah, just found out that the government calls us non-sentient\sapient, and we are to be experimented and slaughtered. Also if we donât stop them our worlds probably going to fall and weâre all going to die a painful death.â Thatâs a fun conversation to have.
Clearing his throat he finally spoke up.Â
âRed Robin, Oracle, I need you to help me sort through these, Nightwing, get the Justice league ready for an emergency meeting, call the Dark too. Look at this.â
âAre we sure itâs real though? It could be a prank,â muttered Oracle, though even she doubted her words.
âEven so, the threat is there and we should certainly look through this, and that means the League needs to know.â
Batman carefully mourned the loss of a peaceful evening, and his coffee, he was going to need to leave that at the cave, he had an image to keep.Â
Nightwing wasnât smiling anymore, Robin looked concerned, and Red Hood was openly gawking at the screen.
âIâve called the emergency meeting, you three sort these files out, Iâm calling up the JLD now. Guess we should warn Constantine to bring a couple extra bottles huh.â His joke fell flat, but Bruce wonders if he should bring some alcohol and coffee with him, image be dammed.Â
âWait a second, godly blood included? They fucknâ shittinâ on Diana!â
âThatâs what your concerned about Todd? Not that the we both fall under these parameters, along with Father and the rest of the collection? I will go fetch Thomas from his chambers, he will need to suit up to follow us to the watchtower.â
âGood idea Damian, tell him to hurry up. Everyone else, in the Zeta Tube, Alfred, you can stay here if you want.â Bruce gathered his laptop and moved the file over, copying and sending it to Tims laptop as well.Â
âThank you master Bruce, I will wait for the younger masters then I will be up shortly. Run along now.â Alfred excused with a bow, but even his face was shadowed in worry and thinly veiled anger.Â
âSee you in a bit Alf.â Dick replied, inputting directions to the watchtower in and doing a quick headcount.Â
With a flash, the dark gloomy cave was replaced by fluorescent lights and the steel infrastructure of the watchtower. Hopping off the platform another flash of light appeared, and Aquaman stepped out. The group filled out as Aquaman politely greeted them. Making their way to the nearest meeting room, Batman and Red Robin began to set things up as the gathered heroes began to sit.Â
âHey Nightwing, whatâs with the meeting, you never call for an emergency meeting, BlĂźd rarely has big threats.â Flash mentioned as he zoomed into the meeting room, last as always, and began to dig into his waffle plate. Where he got waffles from, Bruce didnât want to know, they werenât serving waffles in the cafeteria today, or yesterday from leftovers.Â
âThis isnât just BlĂźdhaven, itâs all of the united States.â He worried, checking over one final time to make sure everyone was here. A collection of the main heroes from the Justice League, theyâd need to figure out who counted as ecto-contaminated before throwing people around, and Constantine, Zatanna, and Deadman were gathered to represent Justice League Dark. At least he assumed Deadman was there, as a chair was pulled out and labeled for him. At least they wouldnât have to race to find him, they could tell him just to stay up in the watchtower if things got bad. Finally, Robin and Signal rushed in, signal tiredly rubbing his eyes and his helmet in Agent Aâs hands.Â
âAs some of you know, a person got stuck in the batcomputer a couple months ago. And was only recently released.â Murmurs and imputed questions rose around, and Nightwing promptly ignored them.Â
âThey left behind a file for us, and we were looking through it and discovered many hidden crimes from the US government. They have taken and labeled a whole species and group of people as non-sentient and non-sapient, and have been experimenting and committing genocide on them.â Again, a chorus of questions and yelling went up, and Nightwing had to take a moment to pause. A glance at Martian Manhunter reviled a stone cold face, quietly waiting for more information.Â
âOh god⌠what is this?âÂ
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