#im fucking. trembling because someone else in the head touched my shoulder without warning me and i went “oh! its happeneing Again!”

[viscerast]

okay time to have a metldown on dash as i do every day as is my right

[seokjinsdisciple]

Enemy - two

johnny x reader (this is mostly smut with some fluff thrown in because im soft for this man)

THIS IS BASED ON ENEMY AND WHILE YOU DON’T HAVE TO READ IT TO UNDERSTAND YOU PROBABLY SHOULD

it’s been three months since you got fucked by johnny in the elevator of your apartment building. and much to your own fault, you can’t stop thinking about him

UNEDITED

word count: 4k (this is literally so long for no reason)

warnings: language, fingering, degradation, choking, hair-pulling, overuse of the word kitten and sir and probably baby too, mentions of sex toys, vibrators, mutual masturbation for like a second, size kink if you squint, mentions of punishments, idk what to say... theres probably more because im a whore for johnny

You hadn’t spoken to Johnny since the incident. In fact, you’ve tried to avoid any encounters with him at all. You try to plan your day around whether he has already left or not, and while that's proven rather difficult with your classes, it's been working out ok. You had been avoiding him for a solid 3 months, only seeing him occasionally and practically sprinting away when you spotted him.

Granted, you have had a tough couple of months, sexual frustration forcing your thoughts into the depths of hell more often than not. You 100% blamed Johnny for this, unable to get his face from your mind and name from your lips as you came. And that’s when you were actually able to get yourself to finish. Johnny had ruined you, he had ruined orgasms for you forever. Your one night stands didn’t stand a chance, and not even your favorite black vibrator could get you there half of the time. 

Fuck Johnny and his stupidly gorgeous face, and mind consuming body. The past few months had been going like this. You had memorized exactly when Johnny would be in class, out with friends or doing god knows what. Allowing yourself those moments to take out your sexual frustrations. 

You had been sitting on your couch all day, counting down the minutes until the tell tale sound of Johnny’s front door closing. When you finally heard it, you sprang into action, sprinting to your room and throwing open the drawer of your nightstand. You groaned as you tore your pants off as quickly as you could, already dripping from the thoughts of Johnny that had been swirling around your head all day long. 

You let out a too loud whimper when you finally pressed your fingers to your clit. Taking no time at all to start relieving some of the pressure that had been making you ache all day long. You were certain that if anyone on your floor was home, they would be able to hear your broken moans and whimpers. The sheer desperation outweighing your rational thoughts to quiet the hell down. 

In fact, your thoughts had completely left as you pressed your vibrator against yourself, biting into the pillow nearest to you as you writhed around on your bed. You were moaning broken fragments of Johnny’s name now, so desperate to cum yet so far from reaching your high that all reason had left your brain. 

You sat up quickly at the sound of the knocking. The panic of being caught by one of your neighbors causing you to almost fall as you tugged on your sweats and rushed to the door. 

You pulled upon your front door without much thought, apologies preparing to spill out of your lips until you met the dark eyes of Johnny. His hair had grown in the months you’d barely seen him. Your eyes flitted from his shoulder length blonde hair down to his rosy cheeks and bitten lips. 

“You’re so fucking loud,” he growled, walking into your apartment and closing the door in front of your frozen figure, “Are you always moaning my name this loud when I’m in class, kitten?”

“Johnny I can-,” you started, breath hitching in your chest as he gripped your jaw firmly. 

“I think that was a yes or no question,” Johnny spoke, “Do you always touch yourself when I’m gone?”

You were trembling at his dominant gaze, the stickiness between your thighs practically doubling at both his appearance and his words. You nodded, heat filling your entire body at the sheer embarrassment of him knowing how fucked you had been ever since that day on the elevator. 

“Words,” he growled, “Don’t make me punish you.”

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered, heat thrumming through your body as his thumb rubbed your jaw, raising an eyebrow at the new nickname. 

“Good girl,” he praised, cupping your cheek as he pressed a frantic kiss to your lips. Taking no time at all to deepen the kiss, licking your bottom lip. You opened up for him easily, groaning as his tongue explored your mouth, hands finding purchase on his chest. His lips trailed down to your neck, biting and sucking on the most sensitive parts of your neck. 

“Johnny please,” You begged, your hands finding their way into his hair. Your fingers tangling and tugging at the long blonde locks, smiling in satisfaction at his groan.

“Oh no baby,” Johnny said, grinning up at you and wiggling his eyebrows, “There’s no way in hell you call me Johnny after I hear the word sir leave that sinful little mouth of yours.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at him, smacking his arm lightly. “Shut up.”

“Are you familiar with the color system?” He asked, placing a gentle bite on your earlobe. 

“Red for hard stop, yellow for pause and green for all good?” You asked, half moaning as Johnny’s hands slipped up your shirt. 

“Yeah that's the one,” Johnny muttered, “Color?”

“Green,” you whined as he pinched your nipple between his fingers, rolling gently.

“Good, because your brattiness is starting to piss me off, kitten,” he said, bringing his other hand around your neck and putting delicious pressure on your pulse. “Now I’m curious baby, just how long have you been getting off when I’m not supposed to be home? How many times have you come with my name on your lips?”

“Since-,” you started, “Since that day in the elevator.”

Johnny just tutted at you, forcing you to meet his gaze, “And you’ve been hiding what’s mine from me all this time?”

“I wouldn’t say it’s yours,” you smirked, chuckling at the light smack he gave your ass. 

“If it wasn’t mine, kitten,” he snarled, “then you wouldn’t come thinking of me. And by your pretty little moans earlier, we all know that’s not the case.”

At that Johnny threw your form over his shoulder, giving another playful hit to your ass before leading you to your bedroom. He set you gently on the bed, caging your body with his arms and pressing a swift kiss to your lips. You were about to question why he’d torn his lips from you, but you were stopped by his mischievous grin and the emergence of your still vibrating black vibrator. 

“Oh my god, Johnny,” you hit him in the shoulder, “turn it off!”

“Is this the Johnny you kept moaning so loudly about? He so rudely interrupted my afternoon nap you know.”

“You are insufferable!” you whined, trying to cover your embarrassed face with your hands. 

“Use it.”

“What?” you asked, peeking out from behind your hands. 

“I want to see you use it,” Johnny said simply, “You’ve been using this to cum all on your own. I wanna see how lil Johnny has been treating you.”

“Johnny you can’t be serious.”

“Oh I’m very serious,” he said, pulling your pants down for you, whistling lowly at the sight of your arousal smeared across your thighs, “It is a shame you misbehaved so much and need to be punished, kitten. I love the way you look with my fingers inside of you. Too bad.”

“Johnny, please,” you groaned, imagining just how incredible his fingers would feel right about now. 

“I thought I told you to call me sir, hm?” He asked, slapping the inside of your thigh before handing you the vibrator, “Now get to work.”

You let out a little whine as Johnny settled himself across the bed, staring intently at you. You took a deep breath, turning on your vibrator again, sucking your bottom lip into your teeth as you pressed it to your clit. Your eyes met with Johnny’s, his pupils dilated and lust-filled as he took in your already wrecked appearance. 

Your hips jolted, the power from the vibrator enough to have a familiar string of moans leaving your lips. You whined at the sight of Johnny palming himself over his sweats, reaching out with your free hand to try and touch him in some way. 

“Awe poor baby needs help?” Johnny pouted at you, “But I thought you could get off by yourself?”

You just groaned at this, endless afternoons of you coming so close to the edge but never making it flashing in your mind as you tried, and failed to prove him wrong. Your eyes never left his, and you were getting sick of the mischief that was in his. He was clearly taking too much pleasure from teasing you. Well two can play at that game. 

“Don’t you want to play with me, sir?” You asked, moaning as you slid a finger into yourself, never breaking eye contact with Johnny. You let out an exaggerated whine, spreading your legs further apart before pouting, “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”

Johnny smirked at you, an all knowing look in his eye as he sat up. He pressed a featherlight kiss to your cheek, and then your neck before tugging your shirt off of your body. 

“You’re lucky I’m so nice, kitten,” He grinned at you, turning the vibrator off  and throwing it from the bed before grazing his teeth over your nipples, “And so impatient.”

He may have called himself impatient, but his touches were light and teasing. Barely there, and by the time you had realized where his fingers were they had moved somewhere else. It was torture. 

“Please, sir,” you begged, groaning as his fingertips grazed your clit for a second. 

“What’s the matter, kitten?” He asked, feigning confusion, “I thought you wanted me to play with you?”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” you argued back, voice getting quieter at the dangerous look Johnny sent you. 

“You aren’t being very nice for someone who is trying to get what they want,” Johnny warned, nipping down the length of your body before placing a bit on the inside of your thigh. He let out a pleased sigh as his eyes met with your dripping sex, placing gentle kisses all around it, but never in the place you wanted it. “And you never answered my question, kitten. How many times have you cum with my name on your lips, hm?”

“I--,” you started, sucking in a breath as he pressed a gentle kiss to your core, “I haven’t been able to since that day. I’ve only cum a handful of times.”

Johnny pulled away from your core, a surprised look crossing his face before he gave you a gentle smile. “Fuck. No wonder why you’re so worked up kitten, god. It’s been almost 3 months and you haven’t cum properly?”

You nodded at him, hands intertwining with his as he worked his mouth back up your body. 

“My poor baby, so needy. A pretty little slut like you can’t go that long without cumming,” Johnny said pressing his lips anywhere they could reach, “Let me take care of that for you. Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you."

You ignored his laugh as you desperately shot up, practically throwing him down on the bed. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t spent more hours than not thinking about the way his tongue had felt pressed against your heat.

You could’ve cried when you finally straddled his head. His large hands pulling you down to settle on his mouth. Surprisingly he got to work right away, licking furiously at your desperate clit, fingers spreading and kneading your ass as you melted for him. You couldn’t help but fall forward as his ministrations continued, hands landing on either side of his torso as your eyes were met with the outline of his cock. 

You whimpered at a particularly powerful lick, hands immediately reaching to untie his sweatpants. You tried to wiggle them off, Johnny lifting his hips to help you. You drooled when you finally saw his cock standing proud and red, aching for some sort of friction. Clearly Johnny had a lot more self-control than you. 

You wasted no time pulling his dick in your mouth, moaning around his length as he kept passionately eating you out. He was acting like he was a man starved, messily licking into you and making the most lewd noises. Not that you were any better, suckling loudly around his length. 

“Such a desperate slut,” Johnny moaned, pulling away from you for a second, “I try giving you a reward and you don’t last a minute before trying to fill one of your holes with my cock.”

You moaned around him, his words causing your pussy to shudder as he slipped a long digit into your folds. His finger, partnered with his tongue was too much. It felt too good. With the weight of Johnny’s cock on your tongue, his finger hitting your sensitive spots and his mouth ravishing your clit, you were fast approaching your high. 

You let him slip out of your mouth, an unashamed moan leaving your lips as you started grinding your hips desperately against his hot tongue. 

“Please, sir,” you moaned, “Please please please let me cum, I’m so close. I’ll do anything. I’ll be good, please just let me cum.”

He sucked your clit harsley before muttering, “Cum.”

You came almost immediately, sheer pleasure rocking through your body as you spasmed in Johnny’s hold. Legs shaking as you gripped onto the bed sheets for any sort of hold. 

You could feel Johnny’s hands rubbing soothing circles across your skin, gently flipping you over so you were laying on the bed. He kissed you gently as you came down from your high, thumb rubbing your hip bone gently until your breathing regulated. 

When your eyes fluttered open you were met with a grinning Johnny, pressing a soft kiss to your nose and cupping your face with both of his hands. 

“Hi,” you giggled, smiling back at him.

“Hi,” he smiled back, “Better?”

You nodded at him, bringing him back down into a kiss, a much needier kiss. When you pulled away, you pouted. 

“What now?” Johnny joked, playfully rolling his eyes at you. 

“You are wearing too many clothes.”

He let out a full laugh then, pecking your lips once more before sitting up and throwing his shirt off. You let your hand run up his abdomen, fingers grazing the well-defined sections of his abs, before reaching his cock. You wrapped your hand tightly around his member, opening your mouth easily to him as he crashed his lips against yours. 

“Color?” he asked, breathing heavily as you continued to pump his length in your hands. 

“Green,” you said, “Fuck, so green. Johnny please fuck me.”

And just like that Johnny snapped into his dom persona, his eyes darkening once again. He pushed your hand away from him, his other hand wrapping around your neck. 

“I thought I told you to call me sir.” He growled, slapping the inside of your thigh before sliding two fingers in your cunt. He started a relentless pace, teeth biting at your lips before kissing you. He squeezed your throat a little tighter, eyes flickering to yours to check for any discomfort. When he didn’t see any he latched his mouth onto you nipple, biting and sucking there as he began scissoring you open. Moans were tumbling out of your mouth, your already sensitive body thrumming with pleasure as he ravished you. 

When he deemed you ready enough he threw your legs over his shoulders, your body pressed together as he bottomed out with a groan. His hair was dangling down and brushing against your body, tickling you slightly as he moved. You were absolutely throbbing around him. The stretch of his cock causing your walls to flutter around him. 

“Fuck,” you muttered, feeling him so deep in your that you could’ve sworn you could see a bulge in your stomach. He pulled out slowly as he felt you relax around him, thrusting back harshly. 

He kept a brutal pace, your body inching up the bed at the power of his thrusts. The two of you were loud, Johnny’s grunts spurring on your moans. You could tell that he was just as worked up as you were, biting and sucking any space of skin he could connect his mouth to. 

“God, your little hole was made for my cock, huh kitten?” Johnny moaned, wrapping his hand around your neck once more, the moans flying out of your mouth praise enough for him to keep going. 

You were being fucked so hard you couldn’t see straight, the breath knocked out of you from both Johnny’s thrusts and his hold around your neck. The lack of oxygen to your brain was creating a delicious fog of pleasure. 

You protested as Johnny pulled out, going silent as he turned you over and harshly slapped your ass. You smiled dumbly as he slid his cock back into you, feeling so happy and full. You had been dreaming about his cock being in you again for months, and you couldn’t be happier that he was currently fucking you dumb with it. 

You couldn’t help but clench your pussy around his cock as he wrapped your hair in his hand and pulled. He groaned at the sensation, keeping your hair in one hand and grabbing your hip with the other.  He was frantic at this point, pulling your hip to meet his thrusts. 

You weren’t going to last. You weren’t going to last with your hair being pulled, and him hitting your spots so powerfully. He knew it too, the way you were clenching around him and cursing were dead giveaways. And he didn’t stop as his thrusts lost their rhythm, simply reaching his hand between your legs and circling your clit with his fingers. 

You took this as permission to cum, probably asking him for permission anyways. You had no idea what words were coming out of your mouth. You knew you were moaning, and shaking and so so close. It wasn’t until you heard the fuck fall from his lips and felt the warmth of his cum filling you that your snapped. Body shaking in pleasure as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

White noise filled your head as you clenched and unclenched around Johnny’s cock. Johnny was breathing just as heavily as you were, his body pressed firmly against your back. He took a few moments to collect himself, before gently pulling out of you and flopping to the side. He pulled you gently to his side, tucking the loose strands of hair behind your ear as the two of you lay in silence. 

“We should shower,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. 

“I don’t wanna move,” you groaned, “I don’t think I can move after that.”

Your head wiggled as Johnny’s chest shook with laughter, a foreign feeling filling your stomach as you smiled back at him.  

“Well I will take full responsibility and carry you to the shower myself,” he said, sitting abruptly before pulling you completely in his arms, your legs automatically wrapping around his torso as he stood up. 

“Shower or bath?” he asked, setting you on the bathroom counter when he reached your bathroom. 

“Shower,” you decided quickly, pouting your lips for a kiss, which Johnny happily obliged, “Then we can eat dinner faster.”

“My thoughts exactly,  kitten,” he smiled at you, checking the temperature of the water before grabbing both of your hands and leading you under the spray. He got started washing your body, giving your muscles a light massage as he lathered the soap. 

He was taking care of you so well, cleaning every part of your body as gently as he could, pressing kisses anywhere he pleased. You couldn’t help but panic a little bit at the domesticity of it all. Just this morning you were calling him your sworn enemy, and now here you were, being cared for by him. Letting him lather your shampoo and wash your hair. It was almost painful the explosion of butterflies you felt, your heart beating out of your chest as you studied his face. His tongue was poking out slightly, focused on massaging your scalp. He was so damn handsome.

“Quit staring,” he laughed, “I know I'm irresistible but I don’t want you to get shampoo in your eyes.”

“Oh shut up,” you laughed, dumping some shampoo in your hand so that you could wash his hair too. 

He toweled you off when you were done, pecking your lips quickly before heading back to your bedroom and pulling on his sweats. You followed behind him, pulling on some comfy clean clothes and heading into the living room. You watched as the muscles in his back tensed while he was looking for any sort of food, and you laughed when he told you to buy more groceries. 

You had definitely misjudged him, a fact that was clearly evident as you talked over boxes of take out. It turns out one of his grandparents had passed away, which is why he didn’t do any work on his group project, and his mom was struggling financially right now so he moved into this cheap place to send her any leftover money he could. 

“I feel like a dick,” you whined, shoving another piece of chicken into your mouth.

“You didn’t know,” Johnny reminded you, gently rubbing your calf, “Although I like the title girlfriend a lot better than enemy.”

“I’m not saying yes until you take me on a date,” you kicked him gently in the stomach, grinning at his fake hurt expression. 

“We all know I won’t have to wait long,” he laughed, “I’m not the one who had any trouble getting off after the frist time.”

You sat up at this, tickling fingers ready, “You are so annoying, Johnny. Don’t get cocky!” 

You both settled down after calling a truce,a smile ong your lips and Johnny’s hand in yours as you watched some stupid movie. Being with Johnny felt right, it felt good. He was easy to talk to, and could make you laugh so hard ramen came out of your nose. That night, when you fell asleep on the couch and woke up on the bed, you knew exactly who had carried you there. A snoring Johnny beside you with his arm draped over your stomach. Yeah, you had definitely misjudged him. What better way to apologize than by waking him up with your mouth. 

So that's exactly what you did. He woke up pretty quickly, groaning as realized the wet warmth that surrounded his cock. 

“Mmm, good morning to you too,” he joked groggily, running one of his hands through your hair as you continued sucking. 

You watched as his breathing started to escalate, abs tensing as he let out beautiful moans. His eyes were hazy, clearly still sleepy, but they were trained on yours. He pulled you off of his length easily, dragging your face up for a slow but intense kiss. You lifted your butt as he pulled your shorts down, lips never parting. Quiet breathy moans filling your room as he pushed his length slowly into you. It was slow and lazy and perfect. His hands held onto your hips as you rode him. 

“You look beautiful,”he whispered, rubbing one of his hands up and down your waist. 

“You don’t look half-bad yourself,” you joked, hips stuttering at the pleasure. It didn’t take long for the two of you to finish, kissing lazily while you fucked and not stopping after the two of you had finished. 

“Hey Johnny,” you started, pulling away for just a moment, “I really really like you.”

“Hey Yn,” he repeated, kissing your nose, “I really really like you too.”

You watched as his eyes crinkled while he flashed you a smile, and yeah you had a feeling you were fucked.

[mizunetzu]

Maybe some Kuroo x Male reader,, I just need some of my boy 😩

Of course !!! Kuroos the HOMIE I tell you-

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Kuroo x reader - I’m not gay

⚠️ Warnings - Confused reader, pretty much none

Prounouns - Male, He/Him

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I’m not gay,

is what (y/n) told himself, at age 7.

He was over at his friends house, deciding on a movie to watch before they had to go to sleep.

When he held up a rather feminine looking cd, one of them snickered, and the other didn’t even spare it a glance.

“(Y/n)- thats for girls!”

“I-I know that! Shut up! It...it looked interesting...”

“Kuroo-give (y/n) a break...” Kenma murmured, looking up from his Ds briefly.

——

I’m not gay,

Is what (y/n) told himself, in his third year of Junior high school.

He wasn’t going to lie when he said he was a bit curious about the topic, but he’d never considered himself being attracted to the same gender.

Which is why he asked his close female friend if he could kiss her.

It was an odd question, but (y/n) needed to settle something within himself. Just a quick peck on the lips to see if the feelings would go away.

(Y/n) was rather surprised when she nodded yes, because people usually say no when people ask you to kiss them. But he wasn’t disappointed, no.

She leaned up on her tippy toes, pressing a chaste kiss onto (y/n’s) lips, before settling back down on the balls of her feet and hiding her flushed face with the mass of her uniforms sleeves. She peeked through her fingers to see (y/n’s) eyes fixed on the ground in front of him, with a distasteful frown gracing his features.

That didn’t feel right, (y/n) thought.

——

I’m...im not....

Is what (Y/n) told himself, during his second year of high school.

He was in the volleyball club in his school, and the intrusive thoughts hadn’t cross his mind since back in junior high. It was actually going pretty good.

He only had one girlfriend the entire time he was in high school, but he ended it pretty quickly to focus on himself, his feelings, and building Nekoma’s defense. (Hell yeah, sports!!)

Nekoma had a training camp where other schools were invited, which is how he found himself sitting in a circle with a few other teammates and managers, playing ‘never have I ever’.

Most of Nekoma was crowded in the circle, with some stragglers from fukurodani, and Tanaka with Nishinoya and Hinata.

The managers from other schools, both fukurodani’s managers, along with Kyoko and Yachi were there too. (Y/n) was pretty sure that Tanaka, Nishinoya, and maybe Yamamoto were only there to “protect Kiyoko Senpai”, but hey, at least they had more players that way.

People went around saying things like “never have I ever cheated on an exam”, “never have I ever served straight to the libero,” or “never have I ever been the cause of bokutos emo mode”

(That question itself put bokuto in his emo mode)

(Y/n) was the only one who had all fingers up, followed by Kuroo, who had only 2 fingers down, then Akaashi, with 4 fingers down.

It was going pretty smoothly until Yukie, one of Fukurodani’s managers, asked,

“Never have I ever had a crush on someone in this circle.”

Not many people put a finger down, but the question made (y/n’s) questionable thoughts come back in a flash. It forced him to think if he did find any of the girls in the circle attractive, and after ruling all them out, he, half jokingly, turned his attention to the boys.

His eyes drifted from each of the volleyball players, until his eyes landed on Kuroo.

Kuroo. One of his childhood friends. Someone he, regretfully, considered attractive. I mean, he had a nice build, he was in the college preparatory classes, and his thighs could crush-

No, shut up. He’s a man.

You’re a man.

....What the fuck?

(Y/n) didn’t even notice his finger fold itself in, until everyone gasped and started berating him with squeals and questions.

“Who is it?!?”

“It better not be Kiyoko Senpai!”

“It has to be to be Kaori, (Y/n’s) been talking to her alooooot lately!”

He couldn’t help but scrunch up his nose at the idea of dating one of Fukurodani’s managers.

“It’s...it’s not Kaori, no offense but I’d never date Kaori...” (Y/n) mused out as nonchalantly as he could. The second those words flew out of his mouth, he regretted not pretending it was Kaori, so they could drop the topic.

Everyone’s comments went in one of (y/n’s) ear and out the other, until yaku cleared his throat and said,

“If it’s not any of the managers, is it a guy then?”

All of the questions died down almost instantly. (Y/n) felt his blood ran cold.

“I mean...is it?” Akaashi broke the silence, maintaining direct eye contact with (y/n).

I’m not too sure with myself, (y/n) thought, chuckling dryly.

With (y/n’s) answer, or lack thereof, everyone started listing off the boys names or saying “is it me?? If it is sorry dude! Haha..” or some variations of that.

(Y/n) felt like he was going to combust with all the “is it —?’s” and “is it me’s??” He never wanted to think about it again, yet here he was, being-

“Is it Kuroo?” Bokuto grinned, half joking, gesturing to the 3rd year sitting right next to him.

(Y/n’s) eyes widened comically. Was it Kuroo?

He wasn’t sure why this one flushed him so bad. His hands started trembling from their spot in the air, and a red tint spread across his face like a virus. He knew he admired his captain, but having a full blown crush on him? He didn’t dare look up at everyone’s prying gaze, instead suddenly finding immense interest in a broken seam in his red volleyball shorts.

“Oh my god, it is Kuroo!” Someone squealed, probably someone like Bokuto. All their voices seemed to merge together and sound the same. People were gasping, nudging (y/n’s) shoulder, or saying stuff like “I support you!!” Or “you too would be soooo cute together!”

(Y/n) brought his fingers down and entangled them in his sweaty hair. “I’m..I’m not gay. I’m not...” (Y/n) rasped out defensively, trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

Warm hands grasped his wrists, pulling them away from (y/n) gently, forcing him to look up. Kuroo held a shit eating grin that made (y/n’s) stomach churn in both a good way and a horrible, horrible way.

“Oi oi, it’s ok to like boys (y/n)-what, are you in denial or someth-“

“Shut up! I’m straight, and I don’t like you! Don’t touch me!” (Y/n) suddenly lashed out, whipping his wrists out from Kuroo’s hold. He stood up abruptly, choked out a weak “I’m gonna get some fresh air” and staggered out of the room.

No one seemed to notice that Kuroo had put a finger down, as well.

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Im not gay. I’m not gay. I’m not gay.

Is what (y/n) repeatedly told himself, in the bathroom.

(Y/n) threw water onto his face, before slapping his cheeks as hard as he can. He then backed into the bathroom wall and let himself sink down to the cold floor tiles.

“Goddamit...nnNNFUCK!” (Y/n) dug both his fists into the dirty bathroom floor. His hands stung from the impact. A sigh escaped from his lips as he hid his sopping wet face into his hands.

“What...the fuck...I’m not...they’re just...just stupid! Yeah! They’re stupid and I don’t have a crush on stupid Kuroo! Yeah! Y-Yeah..! .....Yeah...”

He sat in silence for what seemed like forever, before he got sick of listening to his own thoughts. He shakily brought himself up to his feet, and exited the bathroom.

——

Im not gay,

Is what (y/n) told himself, more calmly than before, heading towards the sleeping rooms with a stable smile.

He almost made it scott-free before he felt a hand firmly grasp his shoulder.

“Hey.”

(Y/n) didn’t dare to turn around.

“I...they..might’ve jumped to conclusions, but I really need to know.”

Do you now? Cause I’d like to know, too.

A heavy silence consumed both of them whole. Kuroo forced (y/n) to turn around, tilting his head up with his finger.

“Do you like me.” It was more like a statement than a question.

“I...i don’t know? I think? Maybe?? I-I’m not sure...” Kuroos serious gaze boor holes into (y/n’s) face.

“You don’t know?”

“I don’t know! I mean-I’ve always thought about it, but I never considered that I could be...y’know...and I never really thought about you like that till Bokuto brought it up...”

Kuroo was tacken aback by the sudden raise in pitch, but quickly regained his neutral expression.

“Kiss me.”

It was (Y/n’s) turn to be shocked.

“What-“

“You heard me.”

“You can’t be serious,” (y/n) awkwardly chuckled. He ran fingers through his hair. “Kuroo, hey-“

The middle blocker grabbed hold of the (h/c) boy. He yelped and struggled in his grasp, but Kuroo held his hand firm.

“You don’t know how you feel about me, right? Do you want your answer or not?”

It was rare moments like these where Kuroo wasn’t being smug, or wearing his shit-eating grin, that ignited a confusing flame inside (y/n’s) chest and/or dick. (Y/n) let out a shaky breath.

“Yeah, fine-whatever lets get it over with.” (Y/n) grumbled, red in the face.

Kuroo took hold of (y/n’s) chin with his thumb and index finger, and snaked his other arm around the boys waist. He leaned in slowly, letting their lips meet in the middle.

This didn’t feel similar to the kiss he had in junior high. It felt better. It didn’t feel forced or boring like it did when he kissed that girl, this one feels nice. (Y/n) let his eyes flutter closed while he clutched Kuroos shoulders weakly.

Kuroo began to pull away, but (y/n) whimpered and lunged forward to connect their lips once more. It was a sensation that he never wanted to let go of, but of course, air was also something he couldn’t live without.

They pulled away simultaneously, (y/n) very obviously heaving while Kuroo let out a few deep exhales.

“So...” Kuroo said, wiping spit from his swollen red lips. “How do-“

“I love you.” (Y/n) said, testing the words out on his tongue.

“Hm?” Kuroos vague response dug a pit into (y/n’s) stomach. Did I misread this situation?

(Y/n) broke into a cold sweat. “Aah...I mean-I think, no hard feelings if you don’t like dudes-I mean I just found out myself so it’s all good-“ Kuroos booming, stupid hyena laugh broke (y/n) out of his rambling session. (Y/n) looked up at the middle blocker, and slowly relaxed and let himself smile at his antics.

“You really think too much...” Kuroo said, wiping an invisible tear from his eye. “Don’t worry, I like you too~”

He patted the boy on his head, as (y/n’s) cheeks flushed involuntarily.

I could be gay,

(Y/n) told himself, hand in hand with his newly found boyfriend, Kuroo Tetsurō.

And that’s fine by me.

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Extra:

“Get it, (y/n)! Kuroo! Use a condom boys!” Bokuto yelled, from behind a gym wall with Akaashi. The two turned around, surprised.

“Sorry. Bokuto was curious when you said ‘I need to find my new boyfriend, I’ll be right back’, and left.” Akaashi said, fiddling with his ring finger.

“It’s fine. I wasn’t lying when I said ‘new boyfriend’ though, huh, (Y/n)?” Kuroo smirked, slapping his ‘new boyfriend’ firm on the ass. (Y/n) gave a yelp before blushing and clutching the spot where Kuroo smacked.

It would’ve been fine if it was a normal person who slapped him, but in his case, it wasn’t.

But let me tell you, volleyball players spikes are very, very hard. And Kuroo was no exception.

There was a hand-shaped mark on (Y/n’s) ass for a week straight.

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[queenoftheworldisdead]

Homecoming part 2

Summary: Slow burn. You are forced to move back to your home town due to the pandemic. When your high school tormentors return to remind you why you never wanted to come back. This gets darker as it goes. I’m not a good writer folks sorry.

Warning: forced masturbation, groping

Any critiques to make me better are more than welcome.

Dark Steve Roger x black reader and [Dark Bucky x black reader comes in later], Cop AU

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4; Chapter 5

After the run in with Steve and Bucky you were overly nervous when you finally made it to the grocery store. Even with your mask on you felt as if eyes were on you. You kept your head low and shopped for your needs as quickly as possible.

When you arrived back home you parked and got to unloading everything by yourself. It took two trips of you waddling back and forth before you finished. All the while you felt your purse buzz, you knew who it was, but you didn't want to think about it.

Had he followed you to the store? It was as if he knew you were home by now.

*Buzz Buzz

Every buzz sending a cold bolt throughout your body. It had been years since you ran off to the city, but it was as if seeing you today rekindled a spark in him.

*Buzz Buzz

Grabbing your bag from the table you rifled through the purse to find the culprit. As you suspected it all came from the same unknown number.

MSG unknown number: Hey Spit Roast WELCOME HOME!

The nickname once again filling you with anxiety and dread

MSG unknown number: Did you miss me? MSG unknown number: I missed you. MSG unknown number: I'm so excited to spend time with you again

You didn't want to think about what he used to do, but as more messages came in the more flash backs flooded in. The memory of the terror and torment he bestowed on you. Throwing your phone back in your purse you try an sooth the knot in your stomach.

*Buzz Buzz

MSG Steve: *sent image[dick] MSG Steve: *sent image[dick] MSG Steve: *sent image[dick] MSG You: Please stop. Im trying to have dinner

After your plea Steve surprisingly stopped. You were able to start cooking in peace. Calling your uncle to the kitchen for dinner you both  sit and eat.

He didn't ask how you were, because he could tell by looking at you. He finished his plate while you just stared at yours. You hadn't even noticed he left the kitchen until you heard the sound of the t.v. turning back on. Snapping out of it you clean the kitchen before heading back to your room.

Throwing your bag on your dresser before laying out on the bed. You tried to control you're breathing, tried to push him out, but the memories of him were relentless. He was living rent free in your mind and there was no way to evict him.

*Buzz Buzz

You knew the reprieve wouldn't last. Sitting up you walked to the dresser to grab your discarded bag to retrieve the phone.

MSG Steve: Show me what's mine

He wanted to you to expose yourself to him. Refusing him wasn't an option.

Maybe if I send him some random girl from the internet.

You searched on your phone to find someone. It didn't take long to find a girl that kind of looked like you. Cropping it just right you could probably pull it off. Your heart was pounding hard in your chest as you readied yourself to press send.

Holding your breath you waited. Hoping he just might fall for it.  

*Buzz Buzz

MSG Steve: ☹️😡 MSG Steve: I know you Y/N don't play with me.

You fucked up. He did know you. He had remembered you. He had violated you so many times how could he forget. You tried to be slick and you blew it completely. Your hands trembled as you remembered how harsh he was to you when you didn't play right.

What little food you had didn't stay long as you dropped your phone and made a mad dash to the waste bin by your nightstand. As you emptied your gut you hoped that your uncle was too preoccupied to notice.

How after so many years was he still hell bent on tormenting you?

After a few more dry heaves you wiped your mouth with your sleeve. Staring at the phone from the floor. You heard another buzz and braced yourself for the consequences.

Rising to your feet you walk over to the bed and pick it up again. With a deep breath you read it.

MSG Steve: be ready at 7pm and wear a dress 😘 MSG Steve: nite!

*Bang Bang Bang

After a few minutes the front door swung open, your uncle filling the door frame staring Steve down. Both men visibly annoyed at the sight of each other.

"And to what do I owe the honor of your visit Steve?" Uncle Nick inquired.

"Tsk... Ha...its officer Rogers these Days Nick." Steve corrected with a smirk.

"It's General Fury last time I check my ranking" Uncle Nick parried.

Nick knew that Steve contributed to your grade school torment, though he never new the full extent. He did try to help you, tried to get them to stop, but he couldn't. You broke his heart when you skipped town, but he understood it was for the best.

"I'm here for Y/N" Steve huffed clenching his jaw.

"Oh really" he nodded, cocking a brow.

"Yes... really" his says, his mouth closes in a tight line, taking one step forward. Puffing out his chest taking a step forward, crossing his arms.

"Why don't you just go away and leave her alone?"

"Unc!" You shout from the kitchen.

"I don't want anyone else to have her" He answered Fury unabashed.

"Unc, it's fine" you say walking up from behind him, trying to wedged through the door and his body.

"You sure about this?" He asked in a hushed tone over his shoulder still blocking you.

Inhaling and sighing slowly you reply "yes."

Side stepping to let you pass you could feel his concern on your back as he watched you file out. Steve's face turns from stern to wholesome as you walked up to him. Placing a hand on your lower back you fight the urge to turn and run inside. Looking over his shoulder to Fury with a smirk as if he had just won a small victory over him. The sound of his chuckle prickled your skin as he led you down the walkway. Each step forward was harder than the next as approached the vehicle.  

Opening the passenger door for you it all of a sudden became hard to breathe. As you lower yourself to get inside your body started to tremble. When the door closed you felt almost suffocated. Your shaky hand reached for the seat belt as he walked around the car to the drivers side. Before he started the car you could tell he was looking at you, but you couldn't face him.

"I thought I told you to wear a dress?"

Instead you wore a pair of boot cut jeans, an oversized sweater and no makeup. You knew he would disapprove and you knew this bit of defiance would not go unpunished, but wearing a dress around Steve would be like showing red to a bull. You wanted to be covered from head to toe. Whenever he touched you your skin felt as if it were on fire, this small barrier of fabric would protect you for the time being.

"I don't have any" you lie as your body trembled. Hoping against hope he was too focused on the road to notice.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk we will have to change that" he said matter of factly as he turned on the radio.

Shifting your body to face the window you stare out at the changing land scape hoping the motion would settle your nerve. Steve rested his hand on the stick shift as he sped through the streets, but eventually found your thigh. At first you brushed him off, but every time he switched gears the hand would fall and squeeze your leg.

"You do that again and I will fuck you on the side of the road in the middle of rush hour." He spoke while keeping his eyes on the road. This time when his hand rested on your thigh you just  left it.

"You remember I asked you first. I wanted you. Remember? Mrs. Pepper's English class?" He chuckled lightly at the memory. Keeping his eyes on the road.

"We were kids Steve that was more than a decade ago" you say flatly facing the passenger window.

He didn't retort only allowing the radio to fill the silence as he drove on.

Freshmen year of High school in Mrs. Pepper's English class was were you first met Steve. The scrawny little boy way shorter than you sat directly behind you. Aside from the occasional passing back of paper assignments you two never really spoke.

Until one day he passed you a note while Mrs. Peppers back was turned. Unfolding the letter and hiding it between the pages of your book you read it. In it he poured out his heart to you.

He talked about the way you wore your hair, your smile and how he was most definitely failing the class because all he could think about was you.

It was sweet and the first ever confession you ever received. But you were interested in someone else at the time. So without a second thought you wrote him back a reply.

It wasn't until the sound of him tearing the note hit your ears that your heart sank. When you told your bestie, Peggy, about it she scolded you for being so cold hearted.

After the twenty minute drive he turned down a cul-de-sac. The car crawled to a stop in front of a white picket fence. Rolling into its driveway where a two story house sat. It looked like the American dream.

You looked at him with dread in your eyes. Steve was really taking you to see Peggy. He ignored your stare, putting the car into park and shoving the keys into his pocket.

"Peggy should be just about finished."  Smiling to himself as he smoothed out his hair in the rear-view mirror.

His hand fell from his hair landing on your lap again. You shifted uncomfortably as his hands trailed up your jeans. You squeeze your legs tightly together, but Steve doesn't stop until he reaches your crotch. You take your hands and try to push him away, but he doesn't budge.

"Don't" you say flatly. When Steve turned to look at you his sky blue eyes grew dark and you could see a familiar hunger in them. Turning to look at the house you hoped Peggy couldn't see or wouldn't walk out to greet her husband.

"Stop... please" your voice softly pleading. Tears threatening to fall as his finger dip low onto your crotch. The friction of his hand on your jeans sending a jolt throughout your body. When he felt the warmth between your legs he bit down on his bottom lip. Rubbing up and down the seam he watched as you fought against him and the wetness building between your thighs.

"Hope your hungry!" He spoke with a now chipper tone. His wholesome smile returning to match. Slipping his hand from you to unbuckled your belt. You sat there frozen as he then unfastened his own before pulling the strap back. Acting as if nothing had happened before he opened his door to get out.

You watched him from the car as he walked up to the porch, pulling out his house keys. You thought for a moment if there was something you could do or if there was somewhere to run, but you already knew the answer was no.

He waited at the door for you as you finally got out. Even outside of the car the air felt too thick to breathe. Making your way up the porch he open the door and you reluctantly followed.

"Honey I'm Home!" Steve sang out to his adoring wife who seemed to be busying herself about the house.

There was a shuffle in a distant room. A head popped out from around a door way and there you saw her, Peggy. She was breathtaking. She looked like Mary Tyler Moore from the Dick Van Dyke show you used to watch with your uncle. Her hair fixed, makeup immaculate and a dress that you would never cook in.

Running from the kitchen all smiles Peggy kissed Steve on the cheek.

"Oh honey I missed you" she embraced him as if he had been gone for centuries. "Who do you have..." her words stop short as she regarded you. Her smile almost falling when she sees your face.

"Hi Peg" you say meekly.

She looked to Steve as if to protest but something in her eyes told you she knew better of it.

"Oh Hi Y/N, Long time no see." She smiled brightly at you, but it was so fake and empty. Even after all this time she still held that grudge against you.

Peggy and you had been friends all through grade school. You two used to be inseparable, always having sleepovers, eating lunch together and bus rides home.

That was until she started dating Steve. The scrawny kid that had once passed you a note with his heart attached had changed drastically over the summer. Puberty had hit him like a ton of bricks. Coming back over six foot tall, muscles and newly appointed captain of the football team. If his name wasn't Steve Rogers you would've sworn he was someone completely different.  

Despite his new found popularity and budding relationship he made time for you. He started of small by playfully tripping you every time you passed him. Then your lockers lock would break almost everyday you couldn't prove it was him, but he would always be close by when you discovered the broken lock. Your uncles house on more than one occasion would be egged or tepeed leaving you to clean up the carnage.

It wasn't until the day of the incident that everything became truly clear. Immediately after that Peggy ended your years long friendship.  

*Knock knock

"That must be Bucky" Steve said while walking off to get the door. You wanted to say something to her in his absence, anything, but she just turned on her heals. Leaving you to go back to the kitchen from which she came.

As her body cut the corner to the kitchen you could hear the sounds of their voices. You wanted to vomit. You didn't want to be left alone with them. The closer they came the more rapid your heart beat inside your chest.

"Bucky why don't you help Peggy set the table while I give Y/N a tour." Steve suggested as he entered the dinning room.

Your back was facing them. Frozen in place as you waited for your school daze tormentors to make their moves.

"Sure Punk"

You could tell he was annoyed with the order, but complied as he always did. Making his way toward the kitchen he bumped your shoulder and you stumbled on to the chair placed at the dinner table.

Steve came behind you though he hadn't touched you yet the heat that radiated from his body electrified your skin. When he took you by the hand your stomach fell. Turning you around his heavy strides headed to the banister, ascending up the staircase you tried to pull back, but his hold on your hand was like steel. Engagement and marriage photos decorated the walls and as you passed each frame it felt as if Peggy's eyes watched you scornfully.

When he got to the top of the stair case he took a right. Opening a door that was less than a foot from the banister. Flicking a switch the room flooded with light.

"And this is the baby room" he said proudly.

The air smelled stale, as if it hadn't been aired out in ages. Stuffed animals stared out blankly from atop a shelf positioned high above a white crib. Next to it along the wall a window with sheer curtains, further over a changing table with a package of unused pamper sat on top. Opposite the changer a closet filled with baby clothes, shoes and a stroller still in its original packaging. The tiny room looked like it was ripped from an Instagram post.

He grabbed you're belly from behind and squeezed it tight.

Whispering in your ear. "I cant wait to hear the pitter patter of little feet."

A shivered rippled through your spine at the implication.  Pushing you to the center of the room you almost trip over the oval rug in the middle of the floor. The damn in your eyes broken instantaneously. Steve could hear your sobs, but he didn't care as.

"Steve.. Peggy is down stairs... please" Your voice was shaky, turning to look at him your face wet with tears. He stepped in further, but didn't close the door. You could tell by the look on his face what was coming next.

"Get into position"

It was a command you hadn't heard in ages, but it still filled you with the shame just the same as it had ever.

You sunk slowly to your knees. Unfastening your jeans, hooking your thumbs on your belt loops forcing them down past your thighs. Then you did the same with your panties.

From behind you could hear Steve start to rub the fabric of his jeans. He loved watching you, toying with you and playing with himself as you did as he commanded.

Lowering your head to the floor you keep your ass up facing him. With your head pressed to the floor you take one arm and snake it in-between your legs. Separating your folds with your fingers so that he could see your inner pink.

Holding there for a moment before moving on to massaging your clit. Rubbing it slowly with your finger tips. The sensation awaking your sex.

You wished you could press your face deep into the floor as you felt the pleasure build. Moaning as you feel yourself grow wet. Dragging your fingers down your slit you take two fingers and trace around your entrance. Slickening your fingers with the wetness of your cunt. Whimpering as you pressed them into yourself. Steve groaned at the sound of your pathetic noise and again at the sloppy wet sounds that you made as you pumped in and out of yourself.

He huffed out a deep grown. "Look at you, my Y/N, dripping wet like a little bitch in heat." He chuckled darkly.

You could feel yourself tightening and spasming, but you had to ask him for permission to cum. Steve always demanded it that way so you fought of the building climax.

"Are you close" he asked. You refused to answer only focusing on keeping yourself at bay.

The metallic jingle of his buckle could barely be heard, but the down ward pull of his zipper was louder as he step closer behind you. His jeans fell down his legs softly resting a top his shoes.

The sound of your sex became louder as Steve lowered himself to you.

"Show me Y/N, show me how you fuck yourself" he said as his hands glided up and down your ass.

"Look how needy you are for me, just for me"

Stroking himself with one hand while the other halted you. Holding your fingers inside you before slowly pumping them in and out.

"Do you want to cum for me" Steve asked whilst he readied himself behind you.

"Yes!" You begged and you could practically feel his elation.

*Whack

The loud sound rang out through the room.

"Yes what?" He wanted you to call him by his high school nickname.

"Yes Captain" You whimper.

"Mmmmmm... I missed that" he hummed. Steve pulled your hand away you braced for him to violate you.

"Steve! Honey!" Peggy's voice called out through the open door from down stairs.

The tip of his cock was aligned with your sopping cunt, but Steve hesitated sticking it in.

"Steve dinner is ready!" Peggy called again. This time a bit closer than before.

As his nails dug into your ass a pain shot through your body. The grip he had on you only increased in intensity as you could tell he was debating on what to do.

"Fuck" he hissed. The pressure of Steve pushing himself off your butt had you collapsing at his release.

"Coming doll" he shouted back at her.

You could hear him pulling up his pants as you lay motionless on the floor. You had to leave town again, but with no money you knew there came no hope.

The dinner was an awkward affair and if she knew what happened up stairs she wasn't letting on. At the round table Steve sat next to you while Bucky flanked your other side. Once seated Peggy brought out the food.  It all looked delicious there was a roasted dish no doubt at Steve suggestion, mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables and a chilled bottled of white wine.

Steve poured you a glass of wine almost to the brim.

"Um I don't drink Steve" you lie as he finishes pouring your glass, but of course he ignored you. When you were around him you wanted to have all your senses. As Peggy served the group Bucky conversed with Steve while you stared at the plate you had no apatite for.

"Are you dating anybody? Anyone missing you in that big city?" Peggy asked with a sly smile as she took her place on the other side of Steve.

"Oh you know how it is now a days" Looking from her to him when you answered. Hoping that response was vague enough to not stroke Steve's ire, but you didn't see any of his familiar tics.

"Well, James is single. Didn't you two have a little thing in high school" she looked over at him, but he was more focused on the plate in front of him.

Could she see the sudden tension on your face you wondered?

Steve's hand glided up in your lap, giving it a squeeze. He had done this before every time you were forced to have dinner at his parents house. When he squeezed again you wondered if she knew about those dinners too. How you both got caught fucking in his room by his mother or that awful time with his father. How each time his she demanded you to stay. As if she wanted you to see your future.

Bucky had distracted Peggy with some mundane conversation about shopping or cooking. You couldn't really focus as you bit down on your fork when he tried to go into your pants again.

Putting the utensil down you slip your hands from the top of the table to unbutton your pants.

Leaning over to your ear. "A dress would've made things a lot more fun."

Even with Peggy at the table he was embolden. Trailing a hand up your thigh while smiling in his wife's face. Before he got to close you turned your wine glass over, spilling the liquid all over Steve.

"What the hell" Steve cursed as he grabbed a table cloth to bolt himself.

"Oh gosh I'm sorry Steve it was an accident" you lied. "Um you know its getting really late maybe I should go home now"

"Fuck fine come on" he stood up still drying himself off.

"You're a mess Honey. I’m sure James could take her home" Peggy interjected sweetly to her husband.

Steve’s jaw tightened you could tell he didn't like the idea, but sighed and resigned his objections.

"Buck would you mind?" The smile plastered on his face was faker than a three dollar bill.

"Sure thing Punk" Bucky patted Steve on the back of his shoulder as he got up. Pushing your chair back you hurry to follow him, you could feel Steve's eyes on your back.

They didn't see you two to the door, but you could hear Peggy wishing you both a goodnight and safe drive.

"Why did you do that?" Bucky as he riffled for the keys in his pocket.

*Buzz Buzz

You hadn't even made it to the car before your cellphone went off.

MSG Steve: Im going to fuck you for hours tomorrow. So get some rest 😈

Chapter 3>>>

[burnedbyshoto]

Under the Mistletoe

pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warning: smut, cursing, fluff

word count: 8,467

a/n: I didn’t want to edit this last night so lmao... sorry!!!!! anyways, this is super cute and yall should like.....read it :D

Synopsis: The mistletoe tradition is known by all, and if used correctly it can end in a sweet moment. Too bad Todoroki Shouto believes that people fuck under the mistletoe and not kiss under it.

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“So you’re telling me that when two people meet under a mistletoe they have to...” Shouto trails off as he looks at the green plant nestled in between his fingers. “They have to—”

“They have to fuck, yes,” Kaminari nods his head. 

His arms are crossed over his chest, his eyes closed as he nods. His words, of course, are a flat out lie, but to Todoroki Shouto it seems as if his friend is speaking the truth. “It’s why it was never put up during our Christmas celebrations at school! With some of you guys not turning eighteen until after Christmas and all. That could have turned out to be child porn or something!”

“I haven’t had sex though,” Shouto huffs as he throws the mistletoe towards the blond who yells as it hits his head. “I don’t think I want to be caught underneath it. Didn’t Mineta wear a hat with it attached to it last week though?”

“Yeah, but that’s the only way Mineta can get girls, plus didn’t you see how the girls avoided him like the plague?” Sero pipes in, a large grin on his face as he takes the mistletoe and throws it above Kaminari’s head.

Shouto, however, sees this as a substantial poof.

“Bro, are you telling me you wanna fuck?” Kaminari winks as he looks up at the mistletoe.

“No, I just don’t think you’ll ever get to smash without this either!” Sero laughs as Kaminari slaps the mistletoe from Sero’s grasp.

“Would you fucking bastards GET OFF YOUR ASSES and come fucking help out?!” Bakugou roars as he enters the living room where the three men were sitting around.

Shouto stands up first, his eyes looking at the mistletoe that lays innocently on the floor. White people were pretty weird for starting that tradition.

Of course, it wasn’t to say that Shouto didn’t want to meet anyone under the mistletoe! Had it been a tradition where he would get to kiss someone it would be different, but fucking? Having sex only because you were caught under a plant was a bit too much.

“Todoroki-kun, are you okay?” Midoriya asked as he walked while hold two tables to put up for the dinner. The boys of the since graduated class 1-A were in charge of hosting the first annual Christmas party. Of course on because Iida volunteered them all.

Shouto nodded his head as he smiled strained, “I’m going to be avoiding the mistletoe all night.”

Midoriya looked at the fallen plant as he quirked an eyebrow, “Really? I thought it could be a great idea to get— mmph?!”

Shouto’s eyes widened as he saw Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima covering the One for All user’s mouth. They began dragging him away, their mouths at his ear as they whispered at him.

“Todoroki-kun, Kirishima-kun!” Iida yelled as he brisked over with red cloth in his hands, “I need your help in spreading snow out in front of the house! It hasn’t snowed enough yet!”

“Iida, what do you think about mistletoe?” Shouto asks as Kirishima jogs over to them.

“It’s a weird tradition,” Iida admits as he rubs the back of his neck. “But there’s too much to do, and the girls will be here within an hour!”

“Don’t worry bro,” Kirishima laughs as he slings an arm around Shouto’s shoulder. “Just avoid the mistletoe! Unless... you want us to send y/l/n-chan your way!”

Shouto couldn’t hide the flush the built on his cheeks at those words. The joyous laughter of Kirishima’s teasing didn’t help either.

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Shouto stared at himself in the mirror.

Iida had insisted on formal wear tonight. He believed their first Christmas celebration outside of U.A. was a cause to ditch the Santa gear. It was definitely weird celebrating Christmas with his friends and not wearing the Santa suits.

But Shouto chose a dark navy blue suit, a white button-up, and a slim black tie. His fingers buttoned one of the buttons on his jacket before putting in silver cuff links. He was ready.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Shouto placed his clothes into the designated room. It seemed, however, that he was the last one ready as everyone else was sitting at the grand table. It had been beautifully prepared by Sato and Tokoyami. The aroma of the cooking food filled the air causing Shouto to sigh, he was quite hungry.

“Bakugou, where’s the mistletoe?” Shouto asked his ash-blond friend who was walking around with his hands shoved into his pockets. Shouto watched as Bakugou groaned as he whipped around towards him.

“What makes you think I would fucking know, hah?” Bakugou grunts as he rolls his eyes. “It’s hidden for a goddamn reason, you’re not supposed to know!”

“Would you help me look for it?” Shouto asks as he rubs the back of his neck.

“HAH?! Why the hell would I look for it with YOU, half and half bastard?! Are you trying to—?” Bakugou’s mouth was then taped shut. Shouto watched on in confusion as the ash blond’s attention was stolen by Sero; who was now running away in his white tux from the storming blond.

“Why aren’t they just being bizarre!” Aoyama dramatized from Shouto’s left. Glancing over, Shouto chuckled at his friend dressed in a literal suit of armor that was blinding to the eye. “Now, are you confessing your feelings to Mademoiselle y/n? Christmas is the most romantic time to do so!”

Before Shouto could speak to the smirking blond, Iida bursts into the dining area with coats in his arms.

“The ladies have arrived!” He announced.

Shouto watched as six girls entered the room talking amongst themselves.

They all wore Christmas appropriate formal dresses, and yet his heart fell as he was quick to see that you weren’t there.

Where were you?

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“I know I’m very late!” You exclaim into your phone as you struggle to shove the dark red evening dress over your body.

You weren’t supposed to have stayed as late at work as you did.

Missing the bullet train back to your apartment, you had completely missed the preparation for the party. Lucky for you, your neighbor had a useful quirk that let him do makeup and hair in ten minutes. So after offering him your soul (a promised meeting from his favorite Pro Hero Froppy), he agreed to do it.

The formal wear, however, was a bit too much in your opinion.

One month ago Iida had sent out appropriate outfits to gather ideas of what to wear for today. To put it simply he wanted a full-blown ball gown for a party for twenty-one of you.

So there you sat in your room, pulling the dark red dress into place. It had a semi sweetheart neckline, the bodice was made of soft velvet, and the skirt was multiple layers of red lace. Overall it was cute and simple. Slipping on your white heels you grabbed your coat and presents for your friends. Placing your phone to your ear you raced out to where the taxi was waiting for you.

“Iida won’t let anyone eat until you’re here! And I’m positive Bakugou is going to kill Midoriya out of a hangry fit if you don’t get here quick!” Mina once again tells you as you give the taxi driver the address.

“It’s not my fault villains decided to be villains where I work! Had it been my decision I would’ve been there with you guys! Plus it’s starting to snow,” you sigh as you pinch the bridge of your nose. “Tell Iida you guys can start eating, I’m not offended!”

“Girl, I told him that one hour ago, and again right before I called. Trust me, we’re not touching the food until you’re here!”

“Wow, you didn’t even want to wait for me?” You tease as you watch as the taxi drives into familiar areas.

“You know I’m teasing, besides loverboy here won’t let anyone eat until you get here too~!” Mina giggles in her sing-song tone.

“Don’t call Shouto that!” You groan as you try to calm your flaring cheeks. “We’re friends!”

“Friends who have the sexual tension that brings god to her knees! And the romantic chemistry that makes the cutest couple tremble in jealousy!” Mina exclaims. “Don’t worry, we saved you the seat right between him and me!”

“Mina!”

“Oh, gotta go! Bakugou AND your precious Shouto~ are demanding an update, see ya soon cutie!”

“Mina—”

The line went dead as you puffed out your cheeks.

Sometimes Mina was too slippery for her own good.

The rest of the taxi drive was quiet. Your taxi driver most likely wanting to get you out as soon as possible to go home themselves. Your eyes focused down at your cellphone that was getting text messages demanding your location.

Most of which was spam from Kaminari and Uraraka who seemed to be the most starving. Sighing, you shared your location with the class’s group chat for the next twenty-four hours. So they could track you for the next few minutes it would take for you to get there.

kaminari: i dont think ive ever been this excited to see y/n in my life… ever… and im 98% sure i had a crush on her 0.0

you: omg i told you guys you could EAT stop HARASSING ME

sero: tru lets blame iida

iida: You all would have been very upset had we eaten without you! Besides, this is our family so we have to wait, it’s only polite. - Iida Tenya

mina: …

you: …

midoriya: …

kirishima: i thought someone ingrained it into iida that he doesnt have to text… like that…

momo: I believe it is okay, Iida-san! It is confusing to know who’s texting on this chat! Sincerly, Yaoyorozu Momo

bakugou: hurry the FUCK UP Y/N

you: id rather die

“We’re here,” the driver sighs as they turn around. “That’ll be 2,000 yen.”

You smile in gratefulness as you pull out two 2,000 yen. “It’s a tip for working on a holiday, thank you!”

“Happy holidays.”

“To you as well!”

You stepped out of the car and closed the door behind you. Your eyes fluttering as you watch the snow fall in front of you. A shiver runs through your spine as you pull your coat tighter around yourself. Holding the presents closer to you, you walk down to the front door. You take notice of the heaps of snow in front of the lawn and grin. Although you had no evidence, you bet Iida made Shouto and Kirishima create snow unknowing that it was going to snow this much.

Opening the grand door, warmth and the waft of cooking food invaded your senses. Removing your coat, you heard chairs scraping against the floor as a small mob of people raced to greet you.

“Merry Christmas!”

“Season greetings!”

“I’m so fucking hungry, thank Santa you’re here!”

“Move bitches I get the first hug!”

“Let me grab her coat first!”

It had been a while since you had last seen everyone. But in this moshpit of who you would consider being among your best friends, it warmed your heart. “Thank you, Iida,” you smile as he nodded in response.

“You followed the guidelines quite well, you look great!” Iida compliments as he turns to put your coat away.

“Of course she looks great, we all went out together to a dress shop!” Jirou sighs as she pulls you into a hug.

You greeted everyone, hugging them all as you went until you finally found the one person you wanted to see. His hair styled slicked back and his hands rested in his pockets as he smiled at you. Your face felt like it was heating up as you stepped closer to him.

“Merry Christmas, Shouto,” you smile as the dual-colored man smiles at you. You pull him into a hug.

“Merry Christmas, y/n,” he mumbles into your hair. “I’ll take those from you?” Shouto offers as he grabs the bag with the presents.

“Thank you,” you say letting go of the bag.

Shouto nodded as he turns on his heel to put the presents away.

“TIME TO EAT!” Kirishima and Kaminari roar as everyone starts making their way back to the dining table.

“Just to let you know, there is a mistletoe somewhere here, in case you want to make a move,” Mina whispers in your ear.

Oh, this dinner seemed like it was going to get increasingly harder to stay composed.

xxx

“It’s present opening time!” Iida exclaims as he ushers the class into the living room where the tree and presents resided. “Please have a seat, Yaomomo and I have organized the different piles for everyone! Until you have been seated will you receive your pile!”

You were talking with Tsuyu as you entered the living room. Your eyes shining as you took in a beautifully decorated living room.

“You boys did an amazing job at decorating!” You exclaim as you grin, the night had been going perfectly so far.

Dinner had been lively and hilarious. Old banter and topics bleed into the night’s conversation made your heart ache for the old days. It seemed so long ago when you spent every day for three years with these guys. You missed it.

With Mina at your left who discussed her new fighting style. Shouto at your right who talked about his life at home. His family had finally was becoming something he loved completely. While you two had late night discussions talking about it no one else knew about it. It was invigorating to see Shouto grin and laugh in conversations. His old dense self was still ingrained in him yet he’s grown so much since his fifteenth year. You were proud of him.

You watched as Tsuyu took a seat on the couch, her eyes trained on you as she spoke. You moved to sit next to her until something shoved you to the side.

“Oh, that’s my seat!” Mina exclaimed as she sat next to Tsuyu, her smile large as your eyebrow rose. “There’s more, don’t worry!”

You turned around and saw a seat near Midoriya who was near Tsuyu. It seemed you could continue your conversation about her position as a Hero Commander. Midoriya would like that conversation as well.

“That’s my spot!” Uraraka shouts as you were about to sit down. You sighed as you stood back up, your eyes raking the couches for a place to sit.

“There’s a spot by Todoroki-kun,” Midoriya said pointing at Shouto. Shouto was sitting on a seat that was a bit too large for one person, but too small for two.

“Thanks,” you smile as you walk over to Shouto. “You mind if I squeeze in next to you?”

Shouto looks at you, his eyes intense as he shakes his head, “No, go ahead and sit.”

You sat at his left with a grin. Your body pressing into his left arm as he concentrated on Iida, and with a nudge, you captured his attention. “I hope you like the gift I bought for you,” you whisper as Iida begins handing out the piles of gifts to each person. Ojiro helping as they were big.

“I don’t think I could hate anything you could give me,” Shouto whispers back as he grabs his pile from Iida.

“Random panties I find on patrol?”

“I’d be honored you thought of me.”

“That’s so gross, Shouto,” you laugh as you take your own pile from Ojiro.

“You’re the one touching random panties from the streets of Japan!” Shouto retorts as he helps you settle your pile onto the floor.

“Touche, Shouto,” you grin as you shove him with your shoulder, “touche.”

“Because it is Uraraka-kun’s birthday coming up, she should go first!” Iida suggests and everyone agrees.

“Oh, I need to tell you something,” Shouto whispers as you cheer on Uraraka who is lifting a gift over her head.

“What is it?” You ask turning your head towards him.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he whispers before focusing back in onto Uraraka. She lifts out multiple bags of strawberry mochi with a triumphant scream.

“You look handsome tonight, too.”

It doesn’t take long before presents are being opened and you’re feeling content pressed into Shouto’s side.

From Aoyama, you got a crystal mirror that sparkled in the light. The poem about the North Star engraved into the back of the mirror.

From Mina, you got workout clothes specific to a dance class you and the girls were planning on attending together. They were in your favorite color and came with a jacket with your name stitched into it.

From Tsuyu, you got a plushie. It was of your favorite animal and held lots of tiny little snacks that you could carry during a patrol.

From Iida, he presented you with a pair of exercise shoes you had been needing for a while. After all, sparring with Bakugou and Midoriya left your old ones disintegrated.

From Uraraka, she bought you a charm bracelet that had two charms on it already. One of the U.A. building and another of a small group of girls.

Ojiro gave you got a new winter coat. It was white, waterproof and insulated. Your jaw on the ground as you tried it on because it made you look like a marshmallow and you adored that.

Kaminari gave you got his mixtape. On the cassette were a bunch of Kaminari originals he had been promising you for years now, and now you had a copy. That and a gift card to your favorite restaurant.

Kirishima gave you a new ankle and wrist weights. Something to help with your manly journey to becoming the best hero!

Koda bashfully announced that you were getting an all-inclusive trip to an animal and tea shop. Something he gifted everyone in the class, and an event you girls were quick to plan.

Sato gave you a free pass to let him bake you anything you wanted. Another gift given to all the girls, and another gift you girls were excited to use.

Shoji had gifted you a massage gun. Something you had enveloped him in a hug for minutes afterward because it was something you had been meaning to buy.

Jirou’s gift was in a white envelope, two VIP tickets to your favorite band. A very discounted item because her parents knew them and the fact that she was a Pro Hero too.

Sero’s gift was something that made you laugh, it was a high-quality blanket. Soft to the touch, with the ability to keep you warm in a blizzard! It had a class picture printed on it photoshopped with Kaminari’s wheey face onto everyone’s picture.

Tokoyami gave you a picture album with the class’s best memories. It also had many more blank pages for your own pictures.

Hagakure bought you a new set of makeup and brushes. Brushes that you had been eyeing the time you two had gone shopping together too!

Bakugou bought you a new outfit. It was definitely an outfit for warmer weather, and he got annoyed when you went to hug him.

Midoriya made you a present. It was two notebooks full of analysis and suggestions that you had asked for when sparring. You wanted to continue improving and Midoriya was definitely going to help you.

Mineta bought you a gift card to use at a local lingerie store. On the one hand, it had a lot of money on it, on the other hand, you wanted to destroy it.

Momo blushed as she stood up, her grin wide as she looked at everyone. She apologized about being able to properly buy everyone an honest gift as she had been busy these past few months. Nut she promised she made up for it. She had paid off everyone’s apartment/house rent or price. Or in Iida’s and Shouto’s case their groceries for four months.

“This is for you,” Shouto whispered as he handed you a thin rectangular box. “I didn’t want it getting smashed so, I held onto it. I didn’t forget to give you a gift.”

Your eyes focused on the gift that was wrapped in red and silver wrapping paper. Your fingers gently taking it from him as you nodded. Shouto had been giving everyone else gifts with things that reminded him of them. It had some of the most hilarious items to date. But the box told you nothing, no hint, no clue. The attention of the group was on Aoyama who was modeling the new outfits that were gifted to him.

His eyes bore into you as you opened the gift, your eyes widening as you opened the box. “Shouto…” you trailed off as you looked down at the simple yet gorgeous necklace that lay in the box. It had a single diamond on it, yet you knew that it was more expensive than anything you’ve ever bought in your life. “W-What?”

Shouto remained silent as he gently pulled the necklace from the box, he asked you wordlessly to turn around so that he could place it on you. You complied as you shifted in the seat.

“I promise I looked everywhere else for you before choosing this!” Shouto admits as his warm fingers push your hair to the side. The cold chain presses into your skin as you look down at the jewel. “But no matter what I looked at, this was the only thing I liked for you. So, no, I don’t regret or worry about buying you this because I know it was meant to be yours.” His breath teased your exposed skin and it took everything within you not to melt as he fixed your hair.

Not knowing how to thank him, you pulled him into a tight hug, your arms holding him near as he returned the hug. Your lips pressed gently against his cheek, “Thank you, Shouto.”

You pull away and look back to your friends who were still focused on Aoyama who did a spin. Your fingers grazed the shiny jewel, and you lay your head against his shoulder as you consume the fashion show laid out for you.

Xxx

“You’re confessing to him, right?!” Mina hisses as the girls called an impromptu meeting seconds before you were "about to kiss Shouto" on the couch.

“Mina-san, she was about to kiss Todoroki-san right before you ripped her from his grasp!” Momo sighed as gave you an apologetic smile.

“Y/n has liked him since high school! Her first kiss with Todoroki-kun is not going to be while Bakugou is modeling his clothes!” Hagakure defended Mina as she crossed her arms.

“First off, I was not going to kiss him,” you defend yourself as you point a sweeping finger at your friends. “I was going in to get lint in his hair!”

“There wasn’t lint in his hair,” Tsuyu chimed in to which everyone agreed.

“Leave her alone!" Jirou waves her hands, to which you thank her. "She was going to take the lint out with her teeth! To show him what that mouth do!”

Jirou snorts as you shove her.

“Do you see that rock on her neck?! You know she’s not gonna show him only what that mouth do, but also what her—!” Uraraka snickers as she was interrupted by the kitchen door opening.

“Y/n?” Shouto asks, his eyes wide as he sees that you’re flustered and pointing your fingers at them all. “Um… I was wondering if we could talk?”

“Right now?” You squeak as you smooth over your dress. “Of course right now, um, yes let’s go!” You declare, glaring at your friends as you walk towards Shouto. Grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the kitchen the door closing behind you.

“They put up the mistletoe outside right?” Momo whispers as she looks at Jirou who gives a thumbs up.

“Yes, Kaminari said they convinced Todoroki to talk with y/n outside.”

“Does… does Todoroki-kun even know what to do under the mistletoe?” Uraraka asks as she realizes her sheltered friend was still learning new things to this day.

“The boys must’ve explained it to him,” Hagakure insists as she nods. “You can’t fuck up explaining that you kiss someone under the mistletoe. Besides, they want them to get together too!”

Xxx

“Fuck, it’s cold,” you shiver as you wrap your jacket around you.

“Sorry,” Shouto apologizes as he grabs your hands in his. Heat immediately spreads through your skin. He was warming you up, the cold winter air is ignorable, as you and Shouto walk towards the edge of the porch. “There wasn’t any room in there that was private enough, and I needed to talk to you about something important.”

“Oof, don’t tell me you meant to give this necklace to some other girl named y/n,” you tease as you rest your back against the snow-covered railings. “If so, I’m going to need to fight both you and her for it.”

“No, no,” Shouto chuckles as his thumb rubs smooth circles into your skin. “But it is about the necklace.”

You nod your head as you squeeze his hand reassuringly, “What about it?”

“It’s not… too forward is it?” Shouto asks as he takes his right hand to brush your hair from your face. “If you think it’s too much I can take you to return it for something else you’d like.”

The worry and concern that are heavily etched into his face make you laugh softly as you shake your head. “Even though I can’t give you something as great in return, I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.”

“What do you mean? I liked your gift.”

“Shouto, it was a two paid in full all you can eat meals at that soba joint you love, of course, you were going to like it!” You tease as you think back to the hole in the wall you had introduced Shouto to a few months ago.

“Yes, I have to starve for a week to make the most of your gift,” he teases and you snort as you shove him. Your eyes roll as you focus your attention back onto him.

Wait, what was that?

Your eyes flew back up to the ceiling as you saw the powdered with snow mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. Your jaw dropped as your heart rate spiked. The hands that were in Shouto’s felt sweaty as you ripped your hands from his.

“What’s wrong?” Shouto asks as he follows your gaze up to the ceiling.

“Mistletoe,” you breathe as your eyes widen. This screamed like a setup to you, but how could the girls know the two of you would have made your way out here?!

“Oh.” Shouto’s voice nearly squeaked.

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” Shouto whispers, his cheeks glowing in embarrassment or from the cold, you had no idea at this point. “If you’re okay with it, um... I’ve never done this before.”

You lick your lips in anticipation and the feeling that Shouto wants to kiss you back. Your heart hammers in your ears as you smile. “It’s okay, I have,” you laugh gently.

“... you have?”

“Yeah!”

“O-oh…”

“It’s okay, it’s something I try not to remember,” you input as you shake your hands. His disappointed, flustered, and jealous aura screaming at you as you cup his cheeks. “You’re the one I wanted to meet under the mistletoe anyways.”

His hands slip through your jacket, holding your waist in his grasp as he lets out a shaky breath. Shouto’s eyes rise to lock on yours finally, and you nod at him.

“Wait you want to do this outside?” Shouto whispers as you near him.

“You’re supposed to do it under the mistletoe,” you mumble as your lips connect with his. Your lips end all arguments that he has as Shouto stills.

The kiss was slow, your eyes closed as you gently coaxed his stiff lips to move with yours. Shouto moved with you smoothly, the kiss gently growing in passion as he pulled you in closer. The kiss burns you as your lips languidly move against each other. Your hands moving from his cheeks to tangling into his gelled hair.

It was perfect, and you found yourself pulling away, ready to confess your feelings for him. But Shouto didn’t seem to be on the same page as his lips pressed against your throat. The feeling of his heated and soft lips against your colder skin made you suck in a sharp breath of air. Your head tilting backward as he peppered clumsy yet attentive kisses against your skin.

“S-Shouto,” you moaned as your fingers grabbed onto the collar of his jacket. This wasn’t what you were expecting from him. Nor was it something you believed to come from a visit under the mistletoe. Your peaked breaths soon calmed, they smoothed into soft and shaky moans as his teeth teased your sensitive skin.

Shudders flew through your body as his tongue caressed your skin. your mind was sinking into a sinking pit that is until he trailed his tongue to the cleavage of your breasts.

“Shouto!” You squeak as you shove his jaw up, his eyes locking on yours confused and drowning with lust.

“What’s wrong, love?” Shouto asks as a strand of hair falls into his eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Is this how you meet everyone under the mistletoe?” You pant as your mind is racing too many thoughts a second, you can’t keep up as there is a heat building in you. A heat that begged you to get over your shyness and just let him kiss you in such a lewd way. But this wasn’t Shouto, it couldn’t be.

“I’ve never been under a mistletoe before,” Shouto mumbles as his lips press together. In this brief hesitation, it seems that he remembers something. “Who have you… met under the mistletoe…”

Your face warms as you sigh, it wasn’t a memory you much enjoyed.

“It was Bakugou, but only because the damn store owners were so insistent on it!”

This confession made Shouto still. His eyes turning a near black with emotions you hadn’t seen on his face in quite a while.

“Shouto? Are you okay--mmph?!”

His lips were back over yours immediately. His bruised lips fervently danced against yours as he held his right hand to the back of your neck and the other firmly onto the small of your back. His kiss was demanding, sultry, and overwhelming.

Your questions of his emotions out of your mind as your ass hit the porch railing. The cold snow burning through your dress made you cry out, and Shouto’s tongue presses into your mouth. Your back arches as his left-hand leaves your body. It slams against the railing and the snow melts, and the tongue in your mouth warms you as you shudder in his hold.

Not wanting to be manipulated like this, you ignore how your body feels like it’s melting in his hold. Your mouth suckles onto his tongue. Your hands fist into his hair, making him moan into your mouth as you tug on it sharply.

You can feel the falling snow hitting your cheeks, but your body temperature has spiked so high that it melts before it can make complete contact.

Ripping your mouth from his, your lips trail down his neck, nipping and sucking hickies onto his pale skin. The harsh pants that escaped his mouth and the shaking of his form further incited you as your painted lips met the collar of his shirt.

“Should we go back to my place?” You ask as you pull away, your hands fisting around his tie as you look into his lust-fueled eyes.

“I thought you said we had to do it under the mistletoe?” Shouto questions, his upper lip in almost a sneer as he uses your hands to loosen his tie. Your eyes widened as he stripped off his jacket. He placed it onto the railing that was turning the snow into steam whenever it made contact. “Did you take Bakugou home after finding yourself under the mistletoe with him?”

The words were a near snarl, his eyes angry, his face jealous.

Some part of you wanted to utilize this. You wanted to use this surplus of emotion Shouto was emitting to get him to fuck you against this railing. Another part of you, a louder part of you, demanded to know what was wrong.

“Why would I bring Bakugou home?” You ask as you take Shouto’s flushed cheeks in your hands. “It’s mistletoe, not a porno.”

Shouto blinks once, twice, thrice.

“W-What?”

“Mistletoe, not porno,” you repeat confused. “Shouto, you’re supposed to kiss under the mistletoe.”

It’s then that Shouto’s body freezes. His eyes widening as he stares at you.

His face flushed, lips were swollen from kissing, and hair messy.

“You’re… you’re not supposed to fuck?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he shakes his head.

The small sentence causes your heart to beat wildly as you stare at him, your hands moving from his cheeks to your mouth. “NO!” You squeak as Shouto takes a step back from you, his head dropping.

Coldness envelopes you as Shouto nods his head, “I’m sorry for forcing myself on you, y/n. I… I should go.”

You watch as Shouto turns on his heel, his back stiff as he walks towards the door.

Everything in you screams at you to make him stop, pleading that you pull him back and say you’ll still fuck him. The kissing itself had ignited a fire within you. And there was nothing else you wanted but Shouto to subside the need and desire that had built within you.

“I like you,” you reel as you find yourself taking several steps forward as Shouto’s hand touches the door handle. “I have feelings for you, and when I found out that I could kiss you tonight I took the chance! I know you might be feeling a whole bunch of different emotions that I can’t list. But I want to let you know that I wasn’t letting you do that because of the mistletoe, Shouto! I genuinely really like you and I was going to let you fuck me against the porch railing I was that ready.”

Shouto is frozen at the door, his back tense as his hand drops. You watch in what feels like slow motion as he turns around, his eyes locking on yours. It clicks, his confession is silent as he walks back towards you.

The world has gone silent as Shouto cuts the distance between the two of you before you could react. His mouth pressing against yours as you’re sent walking backward. Your hands grasping his biceps as you’re pressed against a familiar railing.

“I like you,” Shouto gasps against your lips. “Fuck, y/n, I like you so much.”

You don’t answer him as you instead sink your teeth into his lower lip, a groan leaving his mouth as you pull away. His eyes flash dangerously, something new stirring within him as your lips come crashing together again. In a tangle of lips and tongue, his hands leave your waist and grab your ass through the fabric of the dress. The cold is ignorable and the jacket around you is making you sweat as you moan into the kiss.

The melodious sound escaping your mouth stirs Shouto on and his leg slips between your thighs as you arch into him. His leg presses indescribably into your crotch, so you do what you must and grind your hips against his leg.

The grip on your ass tightens as Shouto begins to guide your hips into wide circles against his leg. The grinding pleasures you. The slowly building pressure overwhelming you as you whine against his mouth. His name escapes your mouth like a prayer, soft and hopeful as your mouth suckles against his tongue.

“It’s too hot,” you whimper as you pull away, Shouto trying to follow you with his mouth as you tilt your head. His wandering lips press against your neck and you sigh as you shift to take off the jacket.

“You’re going to get sick,” Shouto warns. His hands leave your rotating ass as he tries to slip the coat back over your shoulders.

Taking his hands and instead press them onto your breasts. As his eyes shifted to your breasts, you dropped your coat to the floor and you stare at him with a growing smirk. “Then you better fuck the cold away.”

His eyes take you in and he slowly nods, his hands groping your breasts as he growls in response, “Don’t think I won’t.”

“Big words for a virgin,” you moan as warmth spreads throughout your body.

“Those are fighting words for someone who’s at my mercy,” Shouto snaps as he pinches your side.

A pained moan escapes your lips as Shouto’s teeth sink back onto your neck. His tongue then lashing out to smooth the wound that was left in its place. He continues to mark your neck as your gasping praises and grinding hips gives him the confidence to continue. His touch is intoxicating and you find yourself whining for more, begging that he do more. Finally, with a deep chuckle, Shouto pulls away from your neck, his lips red and raw.

His eyes trace your body as his hand’s trail from your breasts back onto your ass. Your eyes widen as he picks you up as if you weigh nothing, his hands massaging your flesh as he places you onto the rail. A low sigh escapes your lips at the feeling of the warm wood underneath you.

Your chest heaves with your quickening breathing as you see that this position gives Shouto the perfect entrance to fuck you out here.

There wasn’t much you could do outside. With snow blanketing the world, your friends indoor, and both you and Shouto craving the other there was only so much you could do. Fully expecting Shouto to start unbuckling his pants, your eyes shot open as he lifted the skirt of your dress. His heated fingers trailing up your cool flesh.

Trembling you watched as his fingers reached your panties. His finger stroking your folds as your hands held tightly onto his shoulder. Your pussy aches for more. Your panties soaked from the thigh riding and the being so overwhelmed with emotions for Shouto.

You can do nothing as you feel your panties being peeled from your skin. The soft fabric trailing down your legs and you watch as Shouto looks at them before pocketing them. A smirk overcomes his facial features as you watch him. He takes your wrists in his right hand and moves them behind your back. Your eyes widen as a familiar sound hits your ears.

“I might be a virgin, but I’m not a prude,” he whispers into your ear as cold ice encloses your wrists. “You have only a few minutes to get yourself to cum against my fingers, or else… well, I don’t want to find out.”

Unintentionally, you whimper in both pleasure and pain as the coldness seeps through your skin and your pussy throbs at the threat. Should you heed his command or make him recant. As you contemplate that, you rub your legs together. The slickness of your essence much more noticeable without the fabric in place, and you moan.

Shouto smirks as he looks at your moving legs, and he takes his left hand to trace your inner thigh, teasingly, barely touching your skin. Your eyes flutter as they brush against your slit right before he plunges two fingers into your wet heat. Cursing his name, your walls tremble against him as you press your forehead onto his shoulder. His fingers are warm, but your heat is even warmer.

“Is something wrong?” He feigns innocence as his fingers curl against your wall. They circle within your cunt as you whimper lewdly.

“N-No!” You stammer. The freezing sensation of the ice is almost ignorable with his fingers beginning to push within you. He nods as he begins to move his fingers slowly. Your body squirms in his hold as he increases his speed. Soon his fingers pump within you at unimaginable speeds, your head throwing backward at the pleasure. Your hips find themselves bucking against his fingers as you mewl.

The ice begins to burn as his thumb brushes against your clit.

Your eyes clench close as you surge forward. Your lips pressing against his as you attempt to stop your loud moans. Shouto swallows your moans as he continues to pound his fingers in you. A third one soon entering as his thumb flicks against your clit.

So close, you’re so fucking close.

You can feel the pressure building in you, the coil tightening as you cry out his name, pleading for him to make you cum. Shouto muses at your desperation but does not relieve you of your desires as his fingers leave your cunt. You cry at the expulsion, your pussy craving for him to reenter your needy cunt.

Instead, your wrists are set free from their icy cage. Your skin feels like its burning as Shouto places his fingers into his mouth. He's licking your essence off his skin and you whine at the visual.

“I decided that I want you to come around my cock instead,” Shouto chuckles as you glare at him.

“You’re a dick,” you whine as you watch as Shouto loosens his tie after removing his jacket.

“You’re the greedy one who wanted to fuck right here,” Shouto hums as he unbuckles his belt. You stare at him feeling your pussy throb at the impending sex.

Your eyes fall onto his cock as his pants bunch at his knees, and your mouth dries at the sight of him. Eight inches and thick, his hand fists against his length, low grunts escaping his mouth as he steps near to you.

“Are you okay with this?” Shouto asks as the head of his cock brushes against your wet folds.

You nod your head as you shudder at the sensations that run through your veins, “Yes, are you?”

He nods too as he grunts softly. He begins to grind his cock against your folds. The increased pressure than what he was doing before makes you moan as he coats himself with your juices. Your hands hold onto his biceps as he continues to move his cock between your folds. teasing your clit instead of penetrating you and you whine in protest. The stimulation of your clit appreciated but you wanted him to fill you up.

“Will you just fuck me already?!” You rasp as you pathetically circle your hips against his length.

Shouto chuckles as he locks eyes with you, “Maybe.”

Your mouth opens to argue, but you’re cut off by him pushing himself into your needy pussy without warning. His length barely fits entirely within you, and his girth causes your head to spin as he stretches you out. “FUCK!” You hiss as your head presses into his collarbone.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Shouto shudders as your walls spasm against him, overloading him with sensations as he tries to calm himself. “Y-You’re so fucking tight.”

“Move, Shouto,” you beg eagerly needing more friction from him. “Please fucking move.”

With a grunt of confirmation, Shouto rolls his hips. You curse as his hips move outward before bottoming back into you. Your hips move in time with his, and intermingled moans resonate within your now joined mouths. His thrusting picks up speed the more comfortable he gets. His moving hips slamming against yours as you cry into his mouth. His hand grips your waist as he pulls you from the railing, one of your legs hooked around his waist as the other shakily stands. He slides his other hand down your back so that he can cup the bottom your ass. It’s a stretch and it adds to his vigorous thrusts into your cunt.

The feel of Shouto’s pelvis slapping against yours is your remedy — you’re craving him even more and he is well aware of that fact.

You’re swelling with euphoria and lust when he decides to amp up your pleasure by bringing his right hand to your clit. His fingers circle against your clit with his ice-cold touch, it shocks you as your heated body jerks under the new temperature. With the added temperature play, it feels as if your body is breaking under his will. Your pussy clenching at sensations he’s giving you. Your hips rolling against his pounding hips, and he moans in return to how your walls clench against him.

Your head lolls to the side as you’re overwhelmed by the blazing heat in your core. The pressure of your cunt heavily evident throughout your entire body. You needed to keep it together, you wanted to keep going. The head of his cock finally comes to press against your sweet spot as he shifts your hips and you shriek.

“Fuck! Please, right there!” You beg as Shouto shakily nods, his hips coming to snap into that same spot over and over. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you’re no longer able to speak. You’re completely overpowered by his snapping hips.

“Will you come for me,” he groans out, his voice a pleading hope.

Your head nods frantically as you're unable to trust your voice. The action satisfies Shouto as he hisses lowly. Faster and harder, his fingers switch from pressing small circles to large figure-eights on your clit, while his hips slamming faster into you. You can’t handle the pleasure any more, and you feel your high coming.

“Shouto,” you gasp as he presses a kiss against your mouth again. His hands moving to lift you up, you can only cry in pleasure as he slams your back against a pole. His hips continuing to snap into you at insane speeds. You’re not able to keep up as sparks ignite in your veins as he slams into you over and over.

Your orgasm hits your body and it’s as if you’re falling away into ecstasy. Your mind spinning and dazed from the continuous world-altering sensations. You cry out his name as he still continues at his unmerciful pace. That is until he suddenly pulls out and drops you onto your shaking legs.

Whining at the loss of his cock, and the fact that you’re now on your feet, you open your shut eyes and stare at him unable to speak.

“Turn around,” he growls. You can’t believe he wants you to go for his own orgasm with you in a whole new position. Was he really a virgin you question as he fists his cock as you reposition yourself onto the railing. Your chest presses weirdly onto the wood as your knees buckle, and you look over your shoulder to see Shouto raising the skirt of your dress.

Shouto doesn’t ask to insert himself in you again. Your fingers grip the railing as he slams back in and you let out a sharp cry as you seize forward.

He starts up a brutal pace with his hips slapping against your ass with each and every thrust. Your hands move to your mouth as you cry as you rock forward with every thrust. His hips remain steady as his pace accelerates. You watch on a dazed high as snow falls onto your moving hair. Your fingers shoved into your mouth like a gag as he grips your hips. You use all of your willpower to push your hips back against his to meet him thrust by thrust.

Slowly, he starts to vocalize more and more. His lips moaning your name and crying out. He keeps one gripping hand on your hips while the other slips to your clit. Your mind snaps as he begins rubbing meticulous shapes onto your puffy nerves.

You can tell he’s close.

He’s chanting your name against your spine like some mindless prayer to you. His hot breath fanning onto your exposed skin. The hand on your hip grips you tighter, definitely bruising your skin. So you grip the railing with one hand and the other remains in your mouth.

“Are you ready?” Shouto growls while nipping at your skin. “Ready to take my cum?”

“Yes! Please, Shouto!” You choke out from your fingers, the pleasure and overstimulation reaching their tipping point once again.

“Then fucking come.”

Your toes curl as you let out a sob of pleasure. Your arm is unable to support yourself anymore as you let your torso slam against the railing. The circles on your clit finally stop and your abused cunt clenches around Shouto’s cock. Your body reaches its second orgasm of the night, and Shouto arrives with you.

He cries out a “Fuck!” and your name as his speed spills within you. It’s the loudest he’s been all night, which makes you whine at the sound of your name being said so vulgarly from his mouth. As your cries become breathless pants, you press your hands against the railings. The saliva on your fingers turning cold as the two of you stand still for what feels like some time. You feel him slide both of his hands on top of yours to intertwine with yours as cum spurts out of his cock, filling you up.

He rubs circles on top of your hands with his thumbs as he slides himself out. The feeling of him gone makes the both of you whimper at the loss of each other’s fill. You feel some of his cum seep out, and you shudder at the emptiness your cunt now feels.

You slowly stretch back up, your body hurting and now quickly turning cold with the lack of his heat.

Shouto is two steps ahead of you as he grabs your tossed coat from the floor and wraps you tightly within its fabric. “There,” he smiles as he pulls up his own pants, his face still flushed for different reasons.

You giggle as you shake your head, “Did I really get dicked down because of mistletoe?”

A snort escapes Shouto’s lips as he nods, “You did.”

“Well, I do like you, Shouto,” you whisper as he finishes dressing. “It’s not just because of the mistletoe.”

��I know,” Shouto whispers as he takes your cheeks in his hands. “And now this is me asking you on a date and if you’d like to be my girlfriend.”

Joy fills your heart as you laugh softly. “I’d love to be,” you say as your lips meet his in a gentle kiss right under the mistletoe.

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Grouch - Part 7

Pairing : Bucky x Plus Size Reader ; Avengers x Plus Size Reader

Warning : Language ; Angst ; Mention of Smut

Word Count : 1.2k

Disclaimer : I do not own the characters, nor the universe where they were created and interact in. This series/fiction is only for entertainment purposes.

A/N : I know it was long but I finally managed to come up with something. The next part will be the finale :) 

They nodded and your eyes landed on the prosthetics. “They’re gorgeous. Thank you”, you tell Shuri and T’Challa. For the first time you smiled in what felt like ages.

“When can I put them on? I have a revenge to plan!”, you exclaimed with a small smirk and dark eyes.

--

Shuri began the procedure of reattaching the prosthetics into your skin. “Are you sure? We don’t have to fi..” “I’m sure”, you replied with a determined voice. She took a deep breath before warning you it would hurt. “Ready?”, she asked to which you nodded. You felt the laser proceeding into reconnecting your skin and cells to the prosthetics and bit on your teeth, trying to conceal your pain but didn’t manage completely and let out groan mixed with deep and heavy breaths. The feeling wasn’t new though. The same procedure was inflicted to you by Hydra when they turned you into the Soldier. The only difference is that you didn’t asked for it the first time. The choice was taking from you. “Barrrrnss”, you whined. “What?” You closed your eyes and said through greeted teeth, “Bring me Barnesss”. Shuri nodded at the guard and she stepped out of the room.

He entered the room after Shuri attached the first of the four limbs. He felt small by the door, his heart beating frantically. He didn’t know why you specifically asked for him. A mix of fear and hope crossed his body when your piercing gaze landed on him. “Come herrre”, you exclaimed and saw him slowly approach. You reached out to his metal arm and he grabbed yours in return. In a swift movement, he was on his knees, your arm gripping on his with force. “I left the Avengers because of you. You played a part on why this happened to me. If I have to relieve this pain, so will you”, you told him. His eyes were locked with yours, his breath short before he nodded, “I’m sorry Y/N”, he whispered with glossy eyes.

Yours landed on Shuri and she focused her attention on assembling your second arm. The pain felt more bearable while holding his hand but what wasn’t, was the constant back-to-present memories. The flashes of dark and cold of the past Hydra bunkers mixed with the white and colorful rooms of the present moment in Wakanda. The hostile faces kaleidoscope with the concerned ones. The “weak” transforming to the “stay strong, it’s almost over”. The bad and the good in cohabitation. You in your very essence. Is it a rebirth or the unveiling of your true self? At the last limb, you were numb, emotionless, the only human motion being your silent tears rolling down your face. This time it was Bucky who held your hand strongly in his, showing he was with you. Your vision went dark.

---

You were woken up by freshness and coldness coming in contact with your burning skin. Once your eyes adapted themselves to the room’s light, they travelled up. Above you stood Wanda, a wet napkin cooling your forehead. “Hi”, she whispered. You noticed that her eyes and expression were different. “Hey”, you mumbled dryly. She turned around and took the glass of water that was resting there. Presenting it your way, you stretched your arm and the second your hand touched it, your grip flinched, making the glass brake into pieces on the floor. “Fuck”, you groaned. You lifted your upper-body from the bed, discharging the banket when your legs touched the floor. You slowly tried to stay on your feet which you did until you decided to take a step and fell to the ground. “You have to get used to them”, stated Wanda and nodded at your renewed vibranium members before helping you get up and sit you on the bed. She immediately sensed the anger that crossed your body for having to depend on someone else.

After thanking Shuri and T’Challa for their hospitality and providing you new prosthetics, you spend the following weeks doing reeducation and training at the compound; taming your new members as fast as you could. The Avengers stayed at your side in helping you doing so. You still had mixed feelings regarding the duality of the situation and yourself but the team noticed that you were slowly warming up to them which made them happy. It was still complicated with Bucky even if he did everything in his power to be by your side. The hatred, the rude comments being replaced by encouragements, motivation and kindness.

You were on week 7 of your reeducation and it was time to test your fight moves and combat abilities. The first fight was against Natasha. You gave her a run for her money and ended up winning the duel thanks to your rapidity and your expertise. You had to face Rogers next. “Don’t go easy on me”, you nod at him. He chuckled before replying, “Not my plan.” “Good”, you whisper before attacking. You both kept the pace, dogging each other’s punches, waltzing up and down the mattress until you took the upper hand and plastered him on the ground, your arm pressing his behind his back. You lost control of your strength and the next sound heard was Roger’s scream and his shoulder popping. You immediately left his arm and crawled back as far as you could from him, your body trembling. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”, you repeated several times before standing up and running to your room.

After the accident with Rogers, you kept your distances, going out of your room only when you knew that no one would be around. Steve and the others would knock on your room, telling you it was nothing, that he wasn’t mad but you wouldn’t give in. The only person who managed to get contact with you was Wanda because she was not only stubborn but also you because she was very powerful. She kept you company, well aware that hurting Steve was taking a tool on your mental. “I had a conversation with Steve”, she said one night when you were both looking at the screen without paying much attention to the movie playing in it. Your eyes crossed hers knowing exactly what you would see in them. You swallowed painfully before looking back at the screen. You were about to open your mouth when she intervened, “Don’t! Fix it”, before leaving the room. You let out a heavy breath, your body relaxing until a knock was heard at the other end of your room’s door.

You opened the door and saw Steve standing in front of you. You let him in and closed the door behind him. “Are you ok?”, you ask him while checking on his arm from afar. “I’m fine. Are you?”, he asked in return, his piercing blue eyes fixed on yours. “I could have severely injured you”, you tell him. “It’s part of the job”, he replies to which you shake your head. He cleared his throat before declaring, “I talked to Wanda. She’s in.” “Bucky?”, you ask and he nods.

The room stays silent for what feels like an eternity, the only sound being your breathing. Not taking it anymore, Steve reduces the distance between you and crashes his lips against yours in a painful kiss, the warmth of your mouths consuming each other. “Fuck I missed you so much”, he breaths in your face, his hands squeezing your waist. “I missed you too”, you breath out before claiming his lips in a feverish kiss. Your hands cup his face, your eyes on each other, “I hate this secret”, you whisper. “We’ll be free soon sweetheart. Just one more mission”, he says. You nod and declare, “Kill the Avengers!” He nods, lifts you up and lays you on the bed, his lips and hands claiming your body and soul the way only he knows how to do.

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[kirishibi]

It’s Platonic | Kaminari Denki

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x Reader 

Warnings: cursing, angst, pining, unrequited feelings

Word Count: 1.3k

a/n: okay, this is late as fuck im so sorry but here’s by second and last piece for Angst April! 

Kaminari had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. 

Growing up, time apart from one another was few and far between, with school breaks turning into days-long sleepovers and entire weekends spent at one another's houses. Dawning matching All Might capes, you’d run around your shared neighborhood pretending to chase villains and debating about which of you was more heroic. The spare bedroom in Kaminari’s house became a second home for you, while he learned to sleep comfortably on the large sofa in your game room. 

As you got older, friends came and went. People outgrew one another and social circles seemed to change with the seasons, but Denki never left. Hand-sewn capes were traded in for video games, and childhood playdates evolved into ‘hang-outs’, but your friendship never changed. He was your safe space, your rock, the one person you learned you could always rely on. You didn’t need anyone else as long as you had him.

You could barely remember a life before Kaminari, and wouldn’t dare try and imagine one without. When he was away, you craved him like an addict needing a fix. 

You loved Denki, but he was in love with you. 

He first fell for you the night the two of you snuck onto your respective houses’ rooftops with stolen walkie-talkies just to see if they could connect from across the neighborhood. They did, and he stayed up until sunrise just listening to your voice through those old, crackling speakers. 

He fell more deeply every time you made up a dumb nickname for him or slipped on his favorite hoodie as protection from the cold. Everything about you was perfect to him. Your touch was an intoxicant, your voice a captivating melody. He swore you would drive him crazy one day, and he didn’t mind in the slightest. 

You could never know about these feelings, of course. There was no question nor debate - you didn’t love Kaminari in the way that he loved you. That was okay, though. He was happy keeping things platonic.

At least, that’s what he told himself, and for a while, he believed it. Over the years, the blond watched patiently as you fell in love with other people. He supported you through good times, offered a shoulder in rough patches, and helped put you back together when everything fell apart. He convinced himself that he was at peace just helping you find happiness. 

He forced a stiff smile when you gleefully told him of romantic dates, swallowed the bile rising in his throat as you introduced him to your lovers, and pretended he was only upset about the weather when he screamed into his tear-soaked pillow later than night thinking of you.

Kaminari tried to date around as well. There had been short-term girlfriends here and there, along with some flings when he’d gotten jealous at parties and drank himself into a stupor watching someone else snake their arm around your waist. No one lasted, though. Kaminari was picky, according to you.

Denki never expected anything of you. You didn’t owe him a relationship. He knew that. ‘Strictly platonic’ was all that things would ever be, and he wanted to believe he could be happy that way. All you needed was each other, right? That’s the promise you’d made back when you were little.

So, why did he want to smash his phone when you texted him asking for a rain check on movie night because your boyfriend wanted to take you to a new steakhouse in the city?

Not that it mattered, anyway. 

A few hours after your impromptu date, you were curled up on the sofa of Denki’s apartment in his favorite hoodie, eyes red and cheeks puffy as your best friend boiled water in his kitchen only a few feet away.

“I left for two goddamned seconds and when I came back he was slipping his phone number into the waitress’s fucking bra!” You half-yelled, half-sobbed, wiping away hot tears with baggy sleeves. 

Kaminari padded back into the room with a pensive frown and two steaming mugs of tea, sat down on the cushion beside you, and handed over one of the drinks as his brow furrowed.

“I swear, he’s so sweet when we’re alone. He really is the perfect guy most of the time.” 

Kaminari didn’t know he had a breaking point until that moment.

“No, he’s a dick. He’s always been a dick, and he knows he can get away with it because you let him. You fall in love with the wrong people, (Y/n).”

The pain in your expression when your eyes met his nearly made Denki regret his statement. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You give your heart to assholes, and I’m always the one on damage control” He didn’t expect to say that. In fact, he was planning on just biting his tongue and apologizing, but something wouldn’t let him. That’s the funny thing about suppressing how you feel: It may take years, but everything bubbles back to the surface eventually. “I can’t keep making you whole again after someone breaks you down. I’m tired a- and it fucking hurts.” His voice broke only for a moment before he regained his confidence and continued. “It hurts so damn bad knowing no matter how much I give to make things better, you’re just gonna let yourself get hurt again. I can’t do it anymore.”

“I’m a fucking adult, Denki. I can make my own decisions.” You spat back, setting down your cup on the coffee table and standing to grab your purse. The venom in your tone was like a knife to his heart. You tugged his hoodie off over your head and tossed it to him as you passed, evading his grasp when he reached for your wrist. Shaky fingers turned the front door knob.

“(Y/n), I’m serious. I can’t keep watching you do this to yourself over and over again. Next time, you’re on your own.”

“Whatever,” You muttered under your breath, slamming the door closed on your way out.

-----

The silence between you lasted a week before Denki’s phone woke him up in the middle of the night with your name displayed in bright letters on his screen.

Immediately, he knew why you were calling. There was only one reason you ever called him this late at night. His stomach twisted in knots as he reluctantly answered, sitting up in his bed as Kaminari mentally prepared for the flood of emotions that talking with you brought.

“Hello?” He feigned ignorance, voice softened by exhaustion.

You sniffled into the phone, the sound alone making his heart ache. “It’s two a.m., I know that, but I need you…”

Denki took a deep, but shaky breath. “I’m sorry, but I can’t go to you anymore. You know that.” Every inch of him was screaming to drop the wall he spent a week building around his heart, to hang up and drive to wherever you were so that he could hold you in his arms and tell you that everything was going to be okay, but he couldn’t. Kaminari blinked away the tears blurring his vision, choked back a sob as you broke down at his words. 

Trembling fingers gripped his phone so tight he thought the screen would crack. Denki didn’t know how to be happy without you in his life, but it was clear he couldn’t be happy with you in it either.

“Please, don't leave me. I- I need you, Denki. I love you so much.” Your voice was reduced to a defeated whimper as you pleaded with him, desperate not to lose your best friend, but knowing this was goodbye.

“No, you don’t.” Denki pressed the bright red ‘End’ button before he could change his mind. Mournful cries tore through his apartment as the only woman he’d ever loved was forcefully cut from his life.

[ghost-ghost-baby]

Talk to me // Dabi x Tomura x Reader soulmate au // (poly)

a/n: look,,,, im not gonna lie i had to split this bc i wasn’t sure if i wanted the next part to b angst heavy or smut heavy. or both. so enjoy! warnings: angstish,,, self harm mention,,, yandere themes,,,, i think thats it???  requests: open 

The world hated you, that was it. Was it because of how you used your quirk? Quite possibly, you’d turned to a villains life without batting an eye, hadn’t you? Still, you didn’t think that meant you deserved this. You’d joined the league a month ago, Toga had bugged you until you gave in, it’s not like you had anything better to do. It’d been good, for about a day, and then like your life always seemed to do, it went to shit. Dabi and Shigaraki had come back, all over each other which was frankly what you’d expected from what Toga told you. You couldn’t really blame them, they were soulmates, you were kinda happy for them at first, until they’d spoken to you. 

“You must be Toga’s friend.” 

“You’re not what I was expecting.” 

Words had burned through your soul, you’d been waiting to hear those words since you were sixteen, and now this- this was happening? You hadn’t spoken, not wanting them to know, only nodding before you’d turned back to Toga. 

Luckily you could avoid them with relative ease, you didn’t live at the base, you had a nice apartment all to yourself that you loved. You’d worked hard for it, it was your home. And right now you missed it more than you thought possible. You could be curled up in bed with a drink… maybe some weed, but no, instead you were on some bullshit mission with Dabi. Well, technically the mission was finished, you were walking back now. He hadn’t pressed you to talk, him and Shigaraki just… thought you didn’t at this point.

“So, what’s with you and avoiding me and Tomura.” Dabi’s words had you freezing in place, biting your tongue until you tasted blood.

“I mean, it’s kinda obvious, you’re friends with everyone except us, and I want to know what you’re hiding.” You grit your teeth, you were almost back at the base, Toga was waiting for you and you could-

“Hey, stop being such a bitch!” Dabi hissed, hand clamping around your arm and making you yelp. Your eyes locked on his, mouth still shut tight and worry pounding through your veins. His grip tightened and you winced, sharp pain followed b a warmth that could only mean-

“What the fuck?” Dabi didn’t pull his hand back, staring at the blood that soaked through your shirt, coating his fingers and revealing something you’d managed to keep hidden for years. Fucking dumbass, he should have left you alone. 

“Y/n, is-”

“Fuck off, Dabi. I know what I’m doing.” You hissed, wrenching your arm away and bolting to the nearest club, he’d never go there. 

The club was higher end than you’d usually go, but heroes came here and you were betting on that to hide you. 

“There you are Y/n! Ths place was so hard to find!” Toga slid into the booth next to you, happily grabbing the drink you’d gotten for her. 

“Yeah, but no one we know comes here.” You were already on your second drink, although your friend seemed determined to catch up. 

“Good point Y/n! You were always so smart!”

“Shhhh, Toga we don’t wanna wake anyone up!” You whispered, hand covering your mouth to muffle your laughter. It was almost four am, everyone else was sleeping and you and Toga had decided to go back to the base after realizing there was no way you’d be able to make it your apartment. You made it to her room without incident, thank god, closing the door before the two of you dissolved into giggles. 

“God, we haven’t done this in ages!” Toga sat on the bed, you following without a moment of hesitation. 

“It’s been too long.” You agreed, lazy grin overtaking your face as you leant forward. Toga’s face mirrored yours, she’d always been good at picking up your moods, and her hands wound around your neck as you kissed her. You pushed her down on the bed, god her lips were so soft, hands trailing over her to try and get her clothes off. Toga was just as desperate, her fangs dragging along your lips and you weren’t even surprised when you felt a knife rip through your clothes. 

“You owe me another pair of jeans Toga.” Your tone was light, briefly pulling away before you focused on her neck.

“I always pay you back Y/n, you know that.” Her hands pulled off the shreds of your clothes, fabric littering the bed around you. You nodded,, lidded eyes fixed on Toga as you settled between her legs, pushing her skirt up and hooking your fingers on the band of her underwear. 

“What the fuck are you two doing?” Shigaraki hissed, and you couldn’t help but turn, eyes looking him and Dabi over. 

“You’re welcome to join.” You smirked, watching him tremble at the words. 

“Dabi, grab them.” He turned and left, leaving you with Toga and Dabi.

“You guys wanna have a threesome?” You joked, too drunk to grasp the situation as Dabi scoffed, tugging you up by your wrist. 

“Okay so that’s a no… just lemme grab a shir-”

“God you’re stupid.” Dabi shook his head, covering you in his jacket before scooping you up.

“Okay, easy there big boy, have you see-seen my quirk? I’m great.” You slurred, head too heavy to do anything except fall to Dabi’s shoulder.

“Whatever you say.”

“What the fuck happened last night?” You groaned as sunlight hit your face, hand pushing your hair out of your face. You weren’t in your apartment, and you were wearing someone else’s shirt. 

“God not again, I hope my pants are around…” You pushed the covers off, thankful the shirt was big enough to fall past mid thigh. 

“What’re you doing?”

“Looking for my- Dabi?” You jumped back, arms crossing over your chest. “Oh this is bad, I knew I was shitty but I’ve never gone for taken people… I really need to lay off the booze.” You mumbled, hand coming up to rub at the back of your neck. 

“We didn’t sleep together. However, you did come home plastered at four am, and Tomura and I had to stop you fucking Toga and bring you back here. You passed out.” Dabi’s voice was cold and you frowned. Feelings warred for dominance, the strongest being the fact they had no business who you slept with, you weren’t theirs. 

“Okay, good to know. I’m gonna go uh, find some clothes and ask Kurogiri to warp me back home.” 

“I don’t think so. Tomura was crushed last night, and he doesn’t want you leaving the base.”

“Excuse me? Fuck that Dabi, I’m fucking going.” 

“No, you’re not. We’re gonna wait for him to get back, and when that happens we’re all gonna sit down and have a nice little chat.” 

You’d never been in a situation this tense, Dabi was standing by the door and you were left on the bed, trying to cover as much as you could with one shirt. You could have sworn there was an anxiety rash on the back of your neck, and your fingers were itching to find something sharp. Your nails had been getting long, maybe you could-

“Don’t even think about using your quirk.” You startled, eyes jumping up to meet red ones. You’d never seen Shigaraki this mad before. It was… kinda hot you had to admit. 

“Look, Shigaraki, Dabi, I really don’t see the big-”

“How long have you been hiding this from us?” Shigaraki’s voice was cold, hands twitching by his side.

“Uh well… since you guys spoke to me, I guess. You already had a good thing going and I didn’t wanna… screw it up.” 

“That wasn’t your choice to make.”

“Yeah, well, I made it anyway.” You were already getting defensive, walls and masks flying back up before you could do anything.

“We’ve been waiting for you for years, brat. How the fuck could you not say anything, you’re our-”

“I’m not yours, actually, and now if you don’t mind, I’m going to find Toga. She owes me some pants.” You were pushed down as soon as you stood up, when had Shigaraki gotten that close? 

“What the fu-” You went silent as Shigaraki clipped a bracelet around your wrist, hands surprisingly gentle and you wanted to crawl out of your skin when his fingers brushed up against your scars.

“Don’t touch me.” You hissed, arm pulled back as though it had burned. In a way it had, it was too much. 

“Don’t talk to him like that.” Dabi finally spoke, you’d forgotten about him, actually. Wow, you really were a shitty soulmate.

“We can touch you as much as we like, you’re our soulmate.”

“Shigaraki, look-”

“Call me Tomura.” 

“Shiga-”

“Do you really wanna finish that sentence?” Hands grabbed onto your legs and you shut your eyes, waiting for his quirk to kill you, only to be able to open your eyes a second later, still alive.

“Huh?”

“The bracelet makes you immune to my quirk, Dabi has one too.” 

“Keep in mind, your bracelet also cancels your quirk, until we can trust you.” 

“Okay, I’m out.” You shook your head, trying to push Tomura off of you. 

“You haven’t even given us a chance. We’ve been dreaming of finding you since our words appeared and you won’t even give us a chance?” You were caught off guard at that, you’d never seen those red eyes look sad. 

“I uh, it’s not you guys, it’s me! I’m just… really a lot to handle, and uh… you guys seemed so happy I just didn’t wanna mess anything up?” You trailed off as the pair exchanged a look. That couldn’t be good, honestly you couldn’t see it ending up well for you. 

“Well if that’s all,”

“We’ll just have to show you how important you are to us.”

Great, they finished each other sentences. You were certainly in for a treat. 

“It’s no big deal, you guys really don’t-”

“You obviously need our help, need us. Did you know staying away from your soulmate for long periods of time declines your mental state?” Dabi scoffed despite walking over to the bed, letting his hand rest on Tomura’s shoulder. 

Okay, you didn’t know that, and it must’ve shown on your face. Tomura reached out, hand cupping your face, and you didn’t know if you liked the way it burned. 

“We’re gonna have so much fun.”

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Masquerade Ball | Whoever You Want

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Warnings: SMUT, PUBLIC SEX, NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG AND INNOCENT EYES (+18)

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“Hello um excuse me, but I couldn’t help but notice you this evening.” I looked to my left and noticed a very handsome man stand before me. As cheesy as it sounds, his face looked like it was carved by the Gods. Wow. Before I could even reply, he continued. “At a masquerade ball, there always seems to be someone who catches your eye but, you appear to be something different.” I raised my eyebrow and smiled. “Is that so?” He nodded.

“I haven’t been able to stop watching you all night. I hope that’s not too forward to say, but you are looking simply exquisite.” I felt my cheeks tingle with heat as he complimented me. “I didn’t get your name. Mr...?” He just chuckled and came a little closer to me, though I didn’t quite notice because my focus was on his eyes, that were just so captivating. “I would introduce myself, but that does kind of defeat the purpose of the masquerade ball, don’t you think?” I glanced down at a moment, and looked back up at his gorgeous features. “Don’t you want to break the rules, just for tonight? I would like to know who I’m speaking with.”

“At these type of masquerade balls, well, let’s just say that people don’t always concern themselves with names anyway.” I brought a strand of my hair and placed it behind my ear. “Oh..” It became quiet between us until he broke the silence. “So, mi amor, you are looking simply phenomenal tonight.” I smiled at him. “Well, you aren’t looking so bad either.”

“I would like to invite you to walk with me. In the garden maybe?” I bit my lip and felt nervousness and excitement start to slowly creep up on me. “What are we going to do?” He glanced up and down my body quickly before answering. “Well,” he smiled, “just for a simple walk.” I turned and looked at everyone in the room. They all shared the same look in their eyes.

“I may have an ulterior motive, but then again so does everyone else indulging in their little carnal pleasures. I don’t think that really exactly matters. I don’t think they’ll notice us slipping off. After all, at these sorts of parties it’s almost expected.” Turning my attention back at him, I noticed him waiting for me.

“Come.” He held out his hand for me to take. “Walk with me.” I was in some sort of trance as I felt myself nod and take his hand with my own, as we made our way outside. “Are you enjoying yourself here tonight?” He chuckled and glanced down at me. “Yes, I am. I hope that you’re having a good time as well.” I nodded. “Indeed, I am.” We continued to walk until we reached a rail as we leaned against it. “Fantastic food and drink.. excellent company and the festivities are excellent, as to be expected.” Well, he is quite the flirt. His eyes drifted to the window.

“Look, you can see them from here.” I turned and peeked to where he was looking at. “All those people inside, enjoying themselves. Stating their passions... giving into the lust that overtakes them. All those respectable people. By day.. lawyers, doctors, accountants and by night..” I felt him come close to me where I could feel his hard-on press against me. “Simply by adorning a mask, they turn into these primal beasts with no other motivation than to simply fuck.” I felt my body stiffen as he slowly moved my hair away from my shoulder and placed a soft kiss.

“So what about you princesa? Did you come here to... indulge?” I slowly turned to look at him, and he gave me a small smile after confirming what he saw. “I can see that look in your eye, and it gives me all the answer that I need.” He continued to leave small kisses on my shoulder as his hands traveled up and down my waist. “I did say I came here with an ulterior motive. I don’t think it was hidden very well, do you?” I shook my head leaned my head towards the side to give him more access. He kissed his way up my neck and whispered in my ear. “Turn around, put your hands on the rail and spread your legs.”

I stood shocked for a moment. I looked up at him as he nodded his head towards the rail, indicating that I follow his instructions. I turned so my back was towards him, placed my palms on the rail and spread my legs for him. Just like he said. I could feel him crouch down and run his fingers up my leg. “What beautiful thighs you have... and your lingerie is simply devine.” I felt goosebumps run through my body.

“I can feel you trembling at my touch, mi amor. I do hope that you’re not.. nervous.” He slowly brought his body back up and pressed my back to his front. “See, I too am one of those primal beasts you see inside. However, my passions run a little more controlled.” I felt my throat become dry as I tried to find my voice. His fingers ran up and down my arms as I heard him whisper in my ear. “Now... I’m going to have you. I’m going to take you and claim you for tonight.” His kisses below my ear playfully bites on my earlobe.

“This is your last opportunity. Do you want me to stop?” I shook my head and felt his smile against my neck. “I didn’t think so.” I heard him unbuckle his pants and lift my dress up above my waist. I felt his dick press against my entrance and slowly pushed inside of me. Holy shit... he’s so big.

“Now I can feel how wet you are...” He started to thrust into me at a slow pace, letting me get used to his size. Soft moans escaped our lips as I closed my eyes. This feels so good.

“Aaahh mi amor... now I understand exactly why I was so enthralled by you. Because the feel of you around me.. mmm es increíble.” I was so lost in the moment that I had completely forgotten who I was for a second. “And I can sense exactly how much you’re enjoying this as well.” The sound of skin slapping together and soft moans were all I could hear in this very moment. Nothing else matter in this moment of time except me and my mystery man.

“I can feel your body just clenching around me.. aahhh..” My hands gripped onto the rail tighter and arched my back slightly. “Ooohh f - fuck..” I moaned out. “I imagine that when you picked out that lingerie this evening, you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into.” He’s right, I have to be honest. I was asking for this and now I'm getting it.

“Look at them inside... they came here with one thing on their mind. To fuck, just like we are.” He leaned closer to me and kissed the back of my shoulder. I could only answer him back with moans. “I can see the hairs on your neck stand up.. mmm it makes me want to sink my teeth into your neck and mark you as mine as I burry myself inside of you.” He left a small trail of hickies as his thrusts started to become a little sloppy. I felt his breath against my body as he shuddered and moaned out. “I can feel myself getting close.. mmm.. I wanna f - finish inside of you, but I don’t want this to end right now.”

All coherent thoughts left my brain as I felt myself getting closer. “Aaahh this feels too good.” His panting became heavier. “I don’t.. know h- how much lo - longer I can hold my.. s - self.. aahh..” His hands on my waist gripped tighter as he came inside of me. “I can’t hold back mi amor... fuck..” I felt my entire body shake as my orgasm washed over me.

“I feel like my legs will give away beneath me.” He joked. He pulled out and we stood there trying to catch our breath. Did we actually just fuck outside? “Let us.. let us compose ourselves before we head back inside.” I turned my body towards him as he leaned down and captured my lips with his. “I must say, it has been a most pleasurable experience. I trust, you feel the same amor?” I brought my hands up to the back of his neck and brought him down to kiss his soft lips once again. “Yes. I most certainly do.”

“Now, may I offer you my arm and escort you back inside?” I took his arm without hesitation as we walked back inside. Before the end of the night, he had slipped me a piece of paper that read...

“I enjoyed tonight. I hope to meet up with you again soon. x” and left his number at the very bottom. I’ll be sure to take up that offer.

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Choking On Sapphires 72

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Title & Song: Stay In My Corner

Word Count: 4200+ 

Summary: On a night out with Arthur, reminiscing over drinks at Alfie's club, a face she hasn't seen since she was young appears out of nowhere and stirs up all the bad feelings and past trauma that it brought upon her. Alfie reads her as always and finds out the truth, even if it hurts her too much to tell him herself. He delivers on his promise of no one ever hurting her and getting away it. **Chapter song is Stay in My Corner by The Arcs.**

Warnings/Tags: References to past sexual assault. Not graphically described. Language. Protective Alfie. Revenge by Alfie for Gen. Alfie finds out why Gen left home all those years ago.

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Arthur had come down to London for business for Tommy. Having already finished that part of his trip, he decides to call you and see if you'd like to get together for the evening. He makes it a point to call this time around because the effects of not doing so last time were still burned into his memory when he found Alfie having his way with you on top of your desk.

You sit at a more secluded booth in Alfie's club. Both you and Arthur are drunk, sharing stories and talking about marriage and babies and life outside of crime. You would seem just as normal as anyone else if you'd eavesdropped on the conversation. You got to suspend reality a bit as Alfie made snarky comments and came and went to handle business and schmoozing as the opportunities presented themselves. He'd never admit it, but he was thankful for having Arthur around, he kept you good and distracted and he knew he wouldn't let harm come to a single hair on your head. If there was something he had in common with the Shelby's, and particularly Arthur, it was that they would always fight for and protect you. His suspicions of you and Arthur having more than friendship between you had long since passed and he was thankful for it.

The hefty payout for the job done for the country, the killing of the fascists and Nazi's had certainly helped sway Alfie in his acceptance of the Shelby's as allies. You'd told him as you rode back from Birmingham the night you'd gotten drunk and sang for the entire bar how elated you were that he would entertain working with Tommy again for you. You poured out how proud you were of him, how touched he would change his stubborn ways for you and even though you were drunk, he felt that you really meant it. You also profusely apologized for Tommy having lied to him, but he understood. He knee jerk reaction was to get angry, and he admitted that, but he saw your point of view very clearly. He'd had to test the loyalty of many men and he knew how little trust he had in them personally, so he could only imagine with what you'd been through how low most men will go when they want something. He gave you a little bit of hell for it, whenever you would ask him to do something simple, such as fetch you a drink if he was going to the kitchen, he would ask you if you were sure you trusted him to do such a thing. At first, you had taken it seriously and he felt guilty afterward as he watched your previously cheerful face fall and your shoulders slump. He'd had to dig his way out of that one with kisses. But you soon caught on it was his way of making you pay for having done it and that was a totally acceptable price in your opinion.

With no secrets between you, you were both rather content with your lives at the moment. Living together was a dream for you, getting him to yourself so often, getting to wake up to him every morning and at least get to have him in your bed every night. He had started sending you gifts again, not all grand, sometimes something as simple as flowers or a batch of fresh bread to the house during the day. He didn't want you to feel like you weren't being doted on, what with your insistence that you cut back on your admittedly, lavish spending habits. Claire had been in shock when you sat down with the books in front of her and told her it was time to go through them, organize them and see where to cut corners. But you weren't about to cut anywhere that would affect anyone else, only yourself. So you went without shipments of special soaps and perfumes from France, canceled your portrait painting, saying you should put it off until you were married and have one done together. You were honing in the ways you'd stayed wild while culling the reckless behavior you'd been unlearning with your time in London. You felt good, solid like you were really getting a hold on yourself and your life again. Alfie satisfied your sexual needs, willing to play and experiment with you and as you loved the man it kept you perfectly happy, never considering looking elsewhere. If you'd known being in love with someone could've helped you from wanting to flight about the pretty boys you would've tried harder long ago to find it.

So when you were out with Arthur one evening, drunk and happy and not a care in the world, when a person from your past comes into your line of sight it shakes you more than it would have if you'd been on your toes and sober. Alfie is standing and talking to some of his men, his barked words all white noise to you as Arthur gossiped and shared stories. You rose a glass of wine to your lips and when you freeze in mid-motion, it even catches you off guard.

Arthur's face frowns deeply, seeing your eyes go wide, your face pale out. "What is it Genny?" he asks loudly, his drunken voice an echoing boom no matter what he tried to make it sound like.

You take a shaky inhale, seeing the man in an expensive tailored suit, walking on the lower level and looking around. When your mouth opens, tongue moving and lips trembling but no words come out, Arthur switches into protective mode.

He sets his glass down, scooting closer, speaking more quietly, putting his hand over yours and lowering your glass to the table as your hand had begun to shake. "Genny. What's wrong?" he asks with a low brow.

"Someone's here." your answer barely above a whisper. "In the tall hat. The man in the three-piece suit and the mustache." Your eyes start to blur and sting, having not blinked since you saw him. You begin to get flustered. You lower your gaze and put your hands on the table.

Alfie notices the sudden silence and seeing your body language stiff he turns his attention to you, leaning over the back of the booth to put his hands on your shoulders. "Somefin' wrong?" he asks, quirking his brow to Arthur.

"She said 'ere's a man here. She's frozen, poor thing." Arthurs observes, keeping his eyes on you.

"Who, love?" Alfie asks.

"The man in the tall hat. Mustache. Three piece suit. In front of the bar." you say softly, your hands up and touching Alfie's for comfort, your face down at your lap.

"Is that... fuck me that innit Prittance is it?" Arthur says with such disdain in his voice that Alfie knows something is wrong. He signals to his men to stay where they are next to him.

You nod and swallow loudly. "I need to..." you begin, clearing your throat and trying to get out of the booth. "Please move Arthur I need to be excused."

"Right, right." he says, sliding out of the booth and helping you.

"Who is that, love?" Alfie asks, pulling you to him as you try to leave for the restroom, blocking you from the man's sight.

"I need to go to the loo Alfie, please." you say not meeting his eyes, but he could see they were scared.

"Genny, what'd he do to you?" he cuts through the needless questions and gets to the point.

You shake your head and try to move gently away again.

"Genny you know you have to tell me. What the fuck am I supposed to do when ya start acting like a scared little bird? Tryin' to fly away. My Genny bee doesn't fly away does she?" he tries to be supportive and lift your chin up.

You take his hand and hold it, lowering it but forcing your eyes to meet him. "If I told you, you would kill him." you say flatly, holding his eyes to show you were serious. He lets you go, his forehead wrinkling, eyes batting in confusion, mind firing off options quicker than he could explore them.

"You follow her. Don't let her out of your sight except for in the loo. If you hear ANYFIN' that sounds wrong you go in, yeah?"

The young man nods and follows behind you quickly.

He turns to Arthur, who is watching you shrink into the distance with sad eyes.

"Now who the fuck is that and what the fuck did he do to our Genny?" Alfie spits out quietly, his shoulders hunched and body language ready to tear the man apart.

"I 'on't know if it's my place to say, mate." he shakes his head, his lips in a tight line as he sighs.

"I fuckin' swear Shelby if you don't tell me I'll beat it out of ya. She innit gonna tell me, she's fuckin' terrified. Now, who the fuck would scare her in such a way?" he demands.

Arthur looks back to meet Alfie's eyes, they're clearly hesitant, but he knew he's right. "Well." he begins, taking a deep breath. "She told me one night when we's pissed yeah? Talkin' 'bout our fucked up childhoods 'n that ya know? Reminiscing the 'ol trauma." he shrugs. "Apparently that man." he turns to finds him on the floor again, moving slowly about the space. "Did some awful things. And he's the reason she were kicked out of 'er own home when she was but a wee girl." he nods.

"What'd he do?" Alfie's voice is deep and dark, more animal than human now.

"She wouldn't say." he shakes his head. "But my guess is it's something fuckin' awful. As awful a thing as a man like 'im can do to a young girl." he shakes his head and looks to the ground. "I don't even wanna think about it."

Alfie shoots daggers with his eyes at the man who is oblivious to it. "I'm gonna fuckin' shoot him." he says, hand twitching for his gun.

"Ya can't fuckin' go off like some fuckin' cowboy there, Solomons, he's a powerful man, ya gotta bide your time if you want to take someone like him out."

"Powerful?"

"Some member of government me thinks? Somethin' of the sort." he tries to recall.

"Someone her father would know." he states coldly.

"Exactly." he gives a nod. "She's comin' back. Don't look so bloody angry." he suggests. "'Ello Genny." Arthur greets you with a sad smile.

"Alfie, love? Could we go home?" you ask with your purse clutched in your hands tightly.

"'Course sweetie." he says, rubbing his hands on your arms. "Ollie take her out the back, will you? I'll be out in just a moment, love. Just gotta tell 'ese boys what to do for the night. Fuckin' useless innit that?" he smiles and kisses your head. His eyes are dark as Ollie takes your arm and escorts you to the back. "That man 'ere. I want him followed. But don't get fuckin' caught. If you do get caught. You don't fuckin' know me, right? Ya got it? If he leaves here, I want him followed. I'll be back later for 'im. Abe, set up the basement for me." he adds with a dark tone to his order.

"The basement, sir?" he asks with raised brows, suprised by the request.

"Did I fuckin' stutter? Yes the fuckin' basement." he hisses, his chin jutting out at the man.

"Yes, sir." they all nod and break away, Alfie getting his coat and putting it on, taking a deep breath to center himself, to put on an indifferent face for you for the night.

Alfie tells Arthur to stay for a bit, look like things are normal, have some drinks, flirt, fuck whatever it was he did these days then to come back to Gen's he'd need him there for the night.

Alfie baby's you and you don't mind in the least. You're feeling terribly small like you had all those years ago. You'd been doing so well, feeling so confident and in control and then this man who had at one point destroyed your life, stripping you from everything that you'd once had appears out of nowhere. You believe it not be coincidence. What with George trying to fuck with you now. Of course, it was London and Alfie's club was popular, but you don't know why someone who worked with your father would be at a Jewish owned club. But perhaps he didn't even know who's it was, it wasn't like he was from London.

"You need to slow that mind down, pet." Alfie says, pulling you into his side. "I see those eyes dartin' about." he taps you on the nose and let out a heavy sigh.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. Nuffin' to apologize for." he clarifies, kissing your head. "Ya want me to fetch ya little sleepy vial for ya? Help ya calm down? he offers, rubbing your arm reassuringly.

"Yes, please." you give in, rubbing your temples as he goes to your cabinet and brings it to you, sliding back into the bed. "Thank you." you speak softly, taking a drink of it and putting it on the bedside table.

"You've been doin' very well wif talkin' 'bout your feelin's as of late. Would that help you now?" he asks, pushing your hair back from your face, as he laid on his side, pulling you into his chest.

"I don't... it hurts to recall." you admit. You feel him nod, his chin moving in your hair.

"You know I'd happily remove anyone who hurts you from the face of the fuckin' earth, my love." he offers.

"I know. But you can't kill him." you mutter.

"Why not?" he asks, stroking your hair down your back as he knows relaxes you.

"Just can't. Not him." you say, your words mumbling now, he knows the potion you took was working.

"Is he important to ya love?" he asks.

"No." you slur out and snuggle your face into his chest. "He's just bad." you let out before sleep takes you. He holds you until your breathing is still, your lips parted with little snoozes escaping them.

"I'm gonna get him for you, my love." he says, kissing your forehead as he covers you up with the blankets. You don't register it at all, he touches your cheek one last time before he leaves.

He dresses, moving to the phone after waiting for Arthur to come home. "Do ya have him?" He asks his men on the phone. "And he's left? Right." he pauses, rubbing his chin. "You have the boys what don't look Jewish get him yeah? Steal a car, don't let no one see ya. Get him quiet and fast. And people have seen him elsewhere since he's left the club? Good." he nods. "Get him to the basement then. String him up. I'll be there soon."

"Ya gonna get 'im anyway?" Arthurs' voice carries from the doorway.

"No one hurts her and lives." he says, pointing in the direction of your bedroom. "I need you here, yeah? I need you to be able to say I was here all night. I got her out with her little sleepy time medicine, right? So she'll be fine for a while."

"Ah. Need me to be an alibi I see."

"I do." he nods, moving to the foyer of your home.

"And what about us?" he hears Claire with arms crossed across her chest, Aggie standing sheepishly behind her.

"Fuckin' 'ell." he groans, his shoulders slumping. "I was hopin' you were asleep." he says obviously.

"She told me who she saw tonight. I know what you think you're going to do." Claire announces walking towards him.

"What I fink? It's what I am gonna do, Claire. No thinkin' 'bout it. It's good as done."

"You are right about the no thinking part." she scolds and he purses his lips.

"I need you all here for my alibi as well. She's sleepin', she'll think I've been there the whole time. She won't know."

"So more lies?" She spits out and Alfie feels his face burn.

This was a secret, wasn't it? He sighs at the realization, so easily falling into his old habits that he hadn't even realized. "Then I'll tell her after it's done, yeah?"

"She told you not to do that." Claire says harshly.

"No one does whatever that man did to her and gets away with it. She won't let me kill her fuckin' father, thinks it'd be too obvious but I'll be damned if I've not got men on him every minute of the day to do such a thing. I told her I would protect her and that's what I'm gonna fuckin do, yeah? No one hurts her and lives." he spits out, his finger once again pointing in your direction.

Claire takes a deep breath and turns to Aggie. "Go see to her, Aggie. I need to depart some knowledge that you don't want to relive onto Mr. Solomons," she says with a solemn nod and Aggie frowns, knowing she was right. She waits for her to be out of earshot, a quiet room with only the patter of Aggie's feet echoing down the hall. "You can't kill him." she states plainly.

"Why the fuck not?"

"Because Gen wouldn't want you to." her arms go back across her chest, a look of disappointment on her face. "He's in a government position. People will try to find out what happened. He isn't some disposable lad who has no one."

"And I have killed people more important than 'im and here I stand, yeah? I pay the cops, Claire. I'm not some daft fuckin' donkey who doesn't know what he's doin'." his tone showing he takes clear offense to her statement. "So you tell me what he did to her so I can know what punishment to give 'im." he says moving closer to her, his voice seething and his head low. "I can see you hate him too." he says nodding her way.

"I do. I've wished him dead for years." she states coldly.

"Then tell me and we can all have our revenge." he offers.

The deal is a sweet one if it worked out. She knew Alfie was no amateur, and if anyone could pull it off, it would be him. She saw in his eyes he meant everything he said and that as long as he was around, no one would hurt you and get away with it. "She had to leave home because of him." she says, taking a less aggressive sigh and looking away from his intense gaze.

"Why?" he asks after her pause goes on too long.

"He's a friend of her fathers. Genevieve was rejecting every suitor that he sent her way. And in no delicate way. She was always very outspoken and rebellious towards anything her father tried to make her do. As you can imagine." she shrugs. "So George told her he was forcing her to marry that man. So when he was invited over, George leaves them in a room together alone, and displeased with her reaction when he tells her this... he..." she lets out a long sigh and closes her eyes. "He abused her." she forces out and waits before opening her eyes again. "I was there. I heard them and was locked away across the hall with the other girls. We were powerless." she shakes her head, rubbing her arms recalling the dark days. "He told her no one would believe her. Her word against his. That she had no right to refuse, she was his property now and after he was done with her no one would want a broken, used thing like her."

Alfie is deadly still, his face showing no emotion and that was how she knew he was close to exploding. "Go on." he grits out between clenched teeth.

"So, she runs to her mother. Who was horrified by the whole thing and approached George about it. There was fight that nearly tore that old, gilded house down. You know how bad Gen gets, so you can imagine the behavior of the woman who birthed her." her brows are high and her lips tight. "He refused to believe them, despite there being clear proof of it. I still remember how shaken Gen was. Dealing with that at such an impressionable age and then being treated in such a way by her father. To call her a liar with her looking like she did." she slumps her shoulders. "It wasn't as if she thought George loved her or anything but you can understand how she was broken by it nonetheless. He forced her out, saying he disowned her. Awful things were screamed and said, slaps and shoves given and taken by both. He said things no young girl should ever hear from anyone. Let alone their father. It broke her. She's carried those words with her all these years. They've fueled her to be better, most times, but they also fuel her demons. They made her think there was something wrong with her, deep down. Thinking there was something amiss about her that she couldn't fix, that she was unwanted, unlovable. It fueled a lot of her reckless and wild behavior. If it wasn't for Altar reigning her in, who even knows what would've happened. He gave her focus. Her mother eventually, under the guise of caring about the family's public image, of course, talked George into keeping her in the family for legal reasons. But it took him a long time to come to that decision and she had to build herself up from nothing on her own after that." her shoulder shrug, her hands up in defeat.

"That man." Alfie nods, his face red and his brow almost hiding his eyes. "That man did this to my Chanah?" he chokes out, his throat tight.

Claire looks at him with pity, knowing how much it hurt to know something like that about someone you loved. She simply nods.

"Has he had any contact with her since? She acted like she saw a ghost."

"She's been forced to be civil in social dinner situations. Her father kept inviting him, so even if she came home he was there and she eventually stopped going."

His heart breaks, his blood pumps faster, his face seems as if he's looking far away. His eyes narrow and twitch, darting back and forth in their clear overload of emotion. He knew this meant there had been no remorse from his man's end and he didn't feel bad in the least for about what he was about to do to him. In fact, he had started to feel a lot better about it. Certain things about your behavior start to make a lot more sense. Overwhelmed didn't begin to cover how he felt. He clears his throat as he felt a bit as if he were drowning in his emotions, both for your sake and his. "I am going to make him pay. For what he did to her. For what I'm sure he's done to others like her." he points at the door.

"I wish I could say I was against it." she shakes her head, her face now sad, lost in memories. "But I'm not. If you tell her after the fact, I can let you go. Because she deserves peace. Seeing her like that tonight I..." she swallows and wipes her face quickly as a tear threatens to show.

"I saw it too." he says with a nod.

"Nothing scares her anymore and she was..."

"Terrified."

"Yes." she nods and sighs. "I was hoping she had put it behind her but..." she shrugs. "Things like that don't fade so easily." she almost mumbles, but Alfie is close enough to hear.

"They do not." he says in agreement. "I will tell her, yeah? I will be careful. I will make him pay for what he's done to our girl. Be sure of that. She won't let me kill her father, but I will kill this man." he gives a stern nod.

"Be quick." Claire manages a whisper. "He doesn't deserve it but the sooner you're back-"

"The betta, yeah, I know." he says standing back up straight, fixing his coat and moving towards the door. "Thank you Claire. For telling me."

She gives a sad smile a nod. "I believe you to be the man for her. I wouldn't tell you otherwise. She's a complicated woman who has been through a lot and if I can share things like this with you and her not know I told you, then your ability to handle her better is worth the minor betrayal on my behalf."

"And I thank you for it. She will not know it was you. I guarantee that. I will be back as soon as I can." he gives a curt nod and with that, he disappears into the night to do the devil's work.

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Selene Crawford: The calm before the storm, the lovers, the warning

nWarning: Cursing (yes this time we have foul language), and violence.

Before I start Im happy to those who liked the story. I want to thank @colivara @ikesenhell @datemasamunemaiwaifu @masa-little-kitten because you inspired me among others fan fic writers to make this story. As always comments, likes, re blogs are appreciated. If I made you smile, is all I need. Thanks ^^.

With the slam of the door Masamune barked angry at the phone.

“What the fuck was that all about? And who is that guy? What was that for?” he felt bad for Selene.

“It was necessary, Dragon, I know that girl better than you and she won't tell you all, that's why I said that,. Listen, she is in danger and you need to protect her just the same way she will do whatever it takes to protect you.” said Ian on a more serious tone.

Taking the cellphone from speaker Nobunaga started speaking.

“Listen Masamune, Selene had been getting death threats for weeks. Whoever is wants her dead and so far we need to be on guard to protect her. Just so you know we have a truce with Shingen so don't be surprised if you see them more often around. Right now, make sure Selene its OK and bring her to work on Monday. We would go on a plan to help her. She is a lot like you Masamune, and she needs you now more than ever.” after Nobunaga's brief information a lot of things fell into place, a lot of questions answered.

“I will protect her, just next time that old man pull another one like that tell him I will rip him a new one.” with this Masamune hung up.

Giving a deep sigh Masamune closed his eyes.  Selene must be mortified. He then walked to the guest room and  knock on the door.

“Selene can we talk?”. No response.

Masamune opened the door and found her hiding under the comforter.

“Go away! I hate everyone!”

Risking getting yelled at again Masamune went to the bed and sit next to Selene.

“Selene, I don't care what the old man says. Although, I will rip him a new one when I met him. But right now, we need to talk. Why you didn't talk to us? To me?” Masamune already knew the answer but he wanted to take her away from that moment.

Selene sit looking toward the window, she couldn't face him. She felt humiliated, but she understood that life was not fair at all. Yet, she dared to hope just for this once destiny will be on her side. Gathering some courage she started talking.

“Ian, Lancelot and Kincaid adopted me when I was 15. Kincaid found me at the police station after I blew up that car. Yes, that is still true.” a dry chuckle escaped her lips.

Masamune didn't move, he let her speak, she needed to understand that he was there for her, but it pained him how much they resemble.

“Kincaid offered a deal to the judge in order for me to start from the bottom. One year in juvenile then I will be in their care. I didn't had an option. I was angry, tired and alone.” Selene took off the covers from her. “At the time I thought I had what it takes to be the most ruthless person on the planet. Kincaid decided to train me in any martial arts possible, Ian teach me how to use firearms and Lancelot told me how to get information and also how to be a lady. Here I was, thinking big and when the time came I just failed. I...” her voice trembled with the memories of that night.

This time Masamune moved and make her sit between his legs. He just hugged her letting her choose her own pace. He caress her back and waited.

“My first job was to kill a man who was doing charity work to help homeless people. When the time comes I couldn't pull the trigger. I went back home and told them that I just wanted to live a normal boring life. Pathetic uh?”

“ No it's not, killing takes courage is one of those things you can't undo once its done.” Masamune gave her a gentle squeeze and rest his chin on the top of her head.

Selene was rest against his chest, he felt warm. And after a couple of minutes of silence she broke the silence again.

“I know how to arm and disarm a gun, I learned how to make a bomb, but I can't for the life of me, make friends or ask for a hug.” Selene closed her eyes.

“And yet you are a terrorist when is comes to eat meat.”

“Oh my God you are not letting that die, don't you?”

“Nope, never. Even if it will take me the rest of my life I will teach how to eat a delicious Medium Rare steak.” he kissed the top of her head and smiled. “Selene everyone have their secrets and no one is perfect. I'm not judging you and I will never do it. Right now you need help and we are here. I am here all you need to do is take my hand. I'm never letting you go.”

Selene turned around to face Masamune, his eye was looking at her with a deep shade of blue. She could see and feel his resolve. And she still was afraid. So many what if? So many scenarios and yet she couldn't hope to be on other circumstances without him. Her heat skipped a beat, and a warmth sensation started to envelop whole. Here she is in a dangerous situation and all she could think off is on him. Would she dare to hope for love? So far, everything had always been sad. Her parents, her life, her failed relationship with Malcolm, and then she met him. Masamune Date, a ball of pure energy and mischief. Always smiling, cooking or making sure everyone had a plate in front of them.

Selene extended her hand an touched his right cheek, then brush softly his eye patch. Smiling softly she dared to ask.

“What happened?”

“When I was a kid I got sick and lost my eye to the sickness. But a couple of years later I got into an accident and lost it.”

“So, we are two hard heads aren't we?” Selene saw it, the mask that Masamune use for the world but not for her. Right now he was the same as her a kid full of doubts and fears.

“When I lost my eye my father, thought I will never be the same, I...I shut everyone out and didn't let them near. My father, he enrolled me on martial arts classes and I met Master Tosai. He helped me work to get better. I started to see things from another point of view. I had two choices, either I sit down at the crossroads and let life passing by or I keep walking and make most of it. I choose the later. Life is better when you smile and share your food with others.” he finished with a shrug but it was not lost to Selene he struggled to opened up.

“After that I tried to join the army and the police but I guess one eye is not enough. I didn't let that also defined me so I end up being a  bodyguard for the Oda family. Nobunaga and I finished being friends and when he established his law firm he called me and invited me to be part of the group. The rest is history I guess?” Masamune lower her eyes and avoided Selene's look. He also was hoping Selene will accept his past, will accept him. “Well I don't know you but all this talk is making me hungry. I'm going to cook something I will let you know when is ready, try to rest a bit.” he was getting up when Selene took his hand.

“ I like to cuddle and I don't know how to french kiss..”

“I can work with that. Plus, I can teach you how to french kiss if you still want to learn.” he couldn't stop smiling at her face illuminating with a shy smile while at the same time her cheeks turn in rosy red.

“Wanna help me in the kitchen?”

“Sure.” Selene was getting out of bed when Masamune surprisingly got her on his shoulder and slap softly buttocks. “Hey, put me down I'm not a sack of potatoes.” Selene couldn't help it and started giggling.

“Wait what, did someone said something? Hahaha.” Masamune kept walking with Selene on his shoulder.

“This is a travesty.” replied Selene imitating Lancelot's British accent.

“Let me down.” the giggles continued until they arrived to the kitchen.

The two started making the food between jokes, teasing and kisses. Once the food was served they continued their banter and talking about their favorite things. At night they were at the porch looking at the starts and enjoying the night on its own.

“Selene, just one more thing...”

It was a full moon and Selene look at Masamune's face. His face was relaxed and with a tender look on his eye. “Yes?”

“Closed your eyes.” was his only request to which she obeyed him.

Masamune closed the distance and started kissing her lips softly, when he noticed she was responding to him he started nibbling softly her lower lip until she opening her mouth a little bit more. Teasingly he alternate his lips, his teeth and his tongue to explore her mouth slowly. The assault became a little bit deeper with his tongue teasing hers initiating a dance together. Selene felt touch by how he was kissing her. At some point she had to broke kiss and panted to recover her breathing to normal. Touching her forehead with his, Selene smiled. He was as agitated as she was and giving her a big boyish smile. She gave her a nuzzle with her nose to his and Masamune frown.

“What was that?”

“A Eskimo kiss.” Selene smirks trying not to laugh out loud at his surprised face. “ I guess there are things you are oblivious too.”

“ I guess, tomorrow is back to work. I will take you to work and back, so if you need anything...”

“So you are my bodyguard?” Selene body tense up suddenly.

Masamune noticed the change and sighed. “In a word yes, your “guardians” let us know about the threats. We don't want to see you hurt. It's for the time being.”

Selene looked to the side and evaded Masamune's gaze. With he on her tail she won't be able to investigate on her own.

“I know what are thinking, and the answer is no, you are not investigating this alone. If you want to investigate, I'm with you...”

“But what about your work?” interject Selene.

“Most of it is to corroborate information we already have and Mitsuhide can handle it. Selene don't shut us out. Don't shut me out. Remember the food taste better when you share it with someone. The same goes for anything else. You don't have to do this alone why you...” he stopped at the sight of her eyes. The same stubborn look he always gives, but something else he couldn't see at the time.

Masamune hugged her trying to let her know how much he was there for her. Grasping his sleeve. Selene thought of her options. Her time to keep this under wraps was over. And what if they wanted to hurt them? Great now she was overthinking. Clearing her thoughts she decided to play by the rules this time.

“OK, I won’t let you guys out, just promised me don't being reckless,please?”

“Kitten I...” that look again on her eyes. Fear something he learned to hide so well. “OK I promised.” Kissing her forehead they hugged each other for a couple of minutes until temperature went down a few grades.

“Come on, let's get some hot chocolate.” once again Masamune took her in his arms.

“Wait, why are you...? Date, I can walk you know?”

“Well indulge me, on Monday we are going back to work, besides you belong here in my arms and I want to spoil you as much as I can.” Masamune's tone playful and with no room for more discussion.

Selene relaxed against him and kissing his cheek.

Sunday passed by in a blur, between watching movies, hearing music and talking. Masamune teased Selene as much as he wanted, he savored his time with Selene, each minute that passed by confirmed the words Nobunaga told him on Friday. Beautiful, smart, simply perfect. The rest of the day went by and he did all he could to spoil her.  The next morning, the place felt silent, looking around Selene took one last look and smiled sadly. For some reason she felt, this was the going to be the last time she was going to see this place.

“Well, its time to go.” Masamune took a last look at the house and at Selene's reaction. He was wearing a suit of Royal Blue color, black shoes with a black vest and gold and black stripes tie. He simply looked breath taking.

Nodding in awe Selene turned around and both went to the car.

“So how do I look?”

“Great. Those colors always suit you.” in fact he looked just dashing, gorgeous, highly...Blushing Selene bit her lower lip and look one last time to the house. It was then she heard the a low whistle that was becoming louder rapidly.

“Masamune we need to get out of here NOW!!!!

Both got into the car a blue Mustang RTR and went of the garage just in time to get out off the house while the missile approached and impacted the house blowing it up. Putting the car on drive they started to leave as soon as possible in order to prevent another attack. Looking around, Selene spotted the helicopter passing by, but in the other direction. Not waiting to know if they were being followed  Masamune accelerate only leaving the dust behind.

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[heartkook]

an unexpected kindness || kim taehyung

nessaworldstuff said: Hi :) i wanted to know if your accepting requests? If yes could u do a scenario where V from Bts has to pretend to be y/n's boyfriend. And it's like fluffy, cute and flirty :D the other members can be in it as well ^^ Lots of love❤️ and keep doing the awesome work of yours 💕✨

Kim Taehyung x reader

Summary: A creepy guy won’t leave you alone, so you pretend a stranger is your boyfriend. You end up picking the right stranger. 

Genre: angst/fluff

Words: 2130

warning - creepy guy/unwanted flirting, rude language

sorry I made it a bit angsty, also this request was like 40 years ago IM SO SORRY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE

I hurriedly opened the door of the café, smiling at the warmth and hot smell of coffee that hit me. It was freezing outside, and I welcomed the temperature, rubbing my hands together and blowing out as I joined the queue. I had spotted this cute-looking shop on my way home from work, and couldn’t resist coming in for a coffee I desperately needed, and to find brief refuge from the biting cold.

My eyes were scanning the menu above my head when I felt an arm snake around my shoulders. I jumped and instinctively moved away, turning to see a complete stranger. Laughing awkwardly, I waited for him to apologise or tell me he thought I was someone else, but he didn’t. He simply smiled at me and leaned against the counter, scanning me up and down.

“Hey.” He smirked, and I instantly knew I didn’t want to be anywhere near this guy, but humoured him with a small smile and a nod of my head.

“I’m Mark, what’s your name?” He asked after a minute of me keeping my eyes on anything but him. I shook my head, my gaze still trained on the menu.

“Why do you need to know?” I couldn’t help the slight sharp tone that my voice took on, irritated by his presence. I had definitely made it clear I wasn’t interested in conversation. I watched as he raised his eyebrows, smiling wider.

“Because I think you’re beautiful.” I wanted to be sick. It was obvious his intentions weren’t good, and I knew with guys like this it was better to ignore them.

“Sorry,” I gave him an apologetic smile, “I’m not interested.” I turned my body fully away from him, fiddling with my fingers anxiously as I felt his gaze drill into the back of my head. My stomach lurched as I felt him move up behind me, the warmth of his body against my back as his hand came to my waist. I harshly pushed him off, shakily breathing out and stepping forward, ignoring him.

I looked pleadingly at the queue, praying for people to hurry up. I didn’t want to make a scene. My hands were shaking and I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt him move up to me again, not touching me but standing as close as he could.

“Come on, don’t be a prude.” He whispered in my ear, and I felt rage bubble up my throat. I pushed it down, knowing all too well that if I got angry, it would only make things worse. He stayed behind me as I ordered, not too close but not far enough.

“At least give me your number.” He said, coming to lean in front of me, his eyes glinting. I bit my lip, shaking my head and looking away, ignoring him again. I kept my eyes on the barista and what she was doing, praying that the coffee she was currently mixing was mine.

“Here’s mine.” I looked back at Mark to see him holding out a napkin with his number written on it sloppily. I bent away from his hand as he tried to reach out and put it in my hand, not hiding the disgust on my face.

“I said I wasn’t interested.” I retorted, losing my patience and clenching my fists, begging for my drink to just be made. I watched his expression darken and he stood up straight, crumpling the napkin in his hand.

“Stop playing so hard to ge-“

“I have a boyfriend, okay?” I snapped at him. It was the only thing I could think of to get him away from me.

“Oh, sure.” He laughed, and desperation filled me. I would have done anything at that point, just to get him to leave me alone.

“I do. He’s waiting for me over there.” I gestured vaguely to the other side of the shop filled with tables, anxiety cramping in my stomach. I watched as his head whipped around, his eyes squinting to see who I was talking about. Every movement he made me feel sick with fear, my hands still trembling from the entire interaction.

“Prove it.” He said, his face dark. I was about to lose it, breathing out shakily and clenching my fists. I bit back every retort I had about how I didn’t have to prove it to him, and how he should just back off, and desperately scanned the people sitting down.

I chose the first guy I saw who was around my age, and sitting alone. His dark fringe covered his forehead and I couldn’t see his face well, but it was too late to change my mind; Mark would know I was lying. I just wanted to get him away from me, so I grabbed my coffee when it was called and began confidently walking towards the window.

What the hell are you doing? I asked myself as I made my way to the table as calmly as I could, the coffee shaking in my hand. I took a deep breath, here goes.

“Hey babe, cappuccino, right?” I said without thinking, sitting down opposite the young guy I had seen, typing on his laptop. He looked up and froze, his fingers hovering over the keys. I panicked. My anxiety levels soared as I felt the presence of Mark close to my right, looming over the table.

His eyes flickered between me and Mark. I prayed with every fibre of my body that he would go along with it, trying to plead with him through my eyes.

There was a heart-stopping moment of silence, and it was almost too late, he’ll see through my lie, he’ll be so angry, I don’t know what he’ll do oh my god.

“Um… yeah, thanks babe.” I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding, my eyes wide and trained on the guy in front of me who seemed to have put it together and smiled warmly at me, taking the coffee.

He met my eyes briefly, before turning back to the Mark, still standing beside me, and frowning.

“Is this guy bothering you?” He seemed to sit up taller, fixing a stern gaze on him. Mark looked between the two of us angrily, seeming like he was about to say something, but when I nodded quickly, he backed down.

“Slut.” He muttered, huffing and turning around, walking briskly back to the counter to get his coffee. I let out a heavy breath, closing my eyes and trying to calm my racing heart.

“Fucking prick.” I opened my eyes to see the guy sitting opposite me glaring after him, before turning to me with a concerned frown. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, oh my god, thank you so much, thank you for helping me, I just…” I stuttered out, shaking my head and watching the guy take his coffee and throw me one angry glance before leaving. “He wouldn’t leave me alone. Thank you.”

He nodded, still frowning. “It’s okay. I can’t stand guys like him.”

I sat for a moment, feeling myself relax as I took deep breaths. Then I suddenly remembered that I had just barged in on this guy whilst he was trying to work, and jumped.

“Right, sorry, I’ll go now. Thanks again.” I threw him a quick smile, which he returned friendlily.

But I quickly froze, halfway out of my seat, when I noticed a figure standing outside. Mark was leaning against the wall by the door, his eyes fixed on me through the glass. I felt like crying. Why couldn’t he just leave me alone? My stomach lurched and I remained frozen, terrified to move anywhere near him.

“Sit back down.” I heard a voice say lowly, and turned to see the guy sitting at the table with his eyes also trained on Mark. “You can stay here for a while.” I quickly sat, gratitude filling me for this stranger.

“Thank you so much.” I whispered again, and he gave me a small smile, nodding reassuringly. He slid back the coffee I had handed him and I took slow sips, trying to calm down as he continued doing whatever he was on his laptop. But I grew anxious again, trying not to look at the door as I knew Mark was still standing there. I needed a distraction.

“What’s your name?” I asked suddenly. His eyes flickered up, his mouth twitching.

“Taehyung.”

“My knight in shining armour.” I grinned weakly at him. “I’m Y/N.”

He seemed to see straight through me, suddenly taking my hand that was resting on the table.

“Y/N,” He said sincerely, looking me in the eye. “I won’t let him near you.” 

I bit my lip, nodding, and hoping I could express through my eyes again how grateful I was. His words reassured me beyond belief. I could tell that he was nothing like Mark. Taehyung seemed to be surrounded by an atmosphere of warmth and comfort that quickly calmed me down, and I was sure he was anything but bad.

He let go of my hand with another quick smile, leaning back in his chair and stretching, and I found myself wanting to continue talking to him.

“What are you working on?”

His eyes lit up immediately, spinning his laptop around. It was open on some sort of editing software. He began flicking through some photos on it, smiling at the screen.

“I’m a photography major.” He told me, and I gasped at some of the pictures he was showing me. They were beautiful. Tranquil landscapes and colourful portraits of people and places.

“Taehyung, these are amazing.” I whispered, my eyes fixed on the photos. I moved my gaze from them to his face briefly to see his cheeks spread into a vibrant smile.

“Thank you.”

After I had been through every single one of his photos, marvelling at the framing and colouring that seemed so professional, he showed me what he was currently working on, and how complicated the software he had to use was. It was obvious that he was absolutely in love with photography, and warmth spread in my chest at seeing him talk so passionately about it. I glanced up to check the door, and felt relief wash over me as I saw that Mark was nowhere to be seen. We kept talking, about our colleges and the subjects we were studying, and my job, and everything seemed to flow so easily with him.

“Hey, Tae, sorry I’m…  oh.” A voice came from behind me. I paused what I was saying saw Taehyung’s face light up as he looked over my shoulder. A tall boy approached the table, looking confused but still smiling.

“Joon!” Tae exclaimed as the boy came to stand beside our table. “This is Y/N, she came and sat here and pretended to be my girlfriend so some creep would leave her alone. Y/N, this is Namjoon, he’s who I was supposed to be meeting.”

I stood up, greeting Namjoon and waving away the sympathetic smile he threw me upon hearing about Mark. I didn’t care anymore. He was gone, and Taehyung had somehow manged to completely lift my mood.

“I’d better be going.” I said, moving so Namjoon could take my place opposite Tae. “Thank you again, so much, Taehyung.” I said. “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t helped me.” He stood up, smiling and nodding.

“Of course. Of course I helped you.” I watched while he leant over the table and began scribbling something down. A sense of Déjà vu washed over me as he handed me a napkin with his number on it, but this time instead of feeling intimidated and scared, and moving away like I had with Mark, a warm smile spread across my face and I happily accepted it.

“And Y/N.” Tae’s smile dropped suddenly and he took my arm, looking me straight in the eye. “If that guy bothers you, or you see him around, call me. Promise me you will!” He looked at me with wide eyes.

I felt warmth spread throughout my body, and I couldn’t help but to lean forward and kiss his cheek. I pulled back and laughed as his eyes grew even wider and he held his hand up to his face, beginning to smile shyly.

“I promise.”

I never saw Mark again. But, of course, I called Taehyung anyway.

It is disheartening to say the least, when someone like Mark approaches you, and treats you as if you are nothing more than an object, like you only exist for their enjoyment. But it’s the people like Taehyung, and Namjoon, and almost everyone I was introduced to through him, that remind you that not everyone is bad; that some people are so, so good.

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[canyousevmyheavydirtysoul]

Just Admit It. (Frank Iero x Reader)

Your and Frank's friendship was completely platonic. Honestly. Yes, you guys would flirt and joke around a bit (it was more him than you, to be honest) but nothing was ever meant by it.

Everyone who knew the two of you thought differently, of course.

They believed that the random pecks on the forehead or cheek here and there and the playful butt grabbing was all a sign of your guys' undeclared undying love for each other.

Obviously, you knew differently. You were extremely close with Frank and considered him as the best male friend you'd ever had. Clearly, he was very attractive and you had caught yourself fantasizing about what it would be like to be with him once or twice, but at the end of the day, you were just friends.

Lounging lazily on the stone tiles surrounding the pool in Mikey's back yard, you smiled at the sight of your friends fooling around in the crystal clear water. (Y/B/F) jumped onto Gerard's back, trying to drag him underwater as he flailed his arms about in protest and sputtered as water began to fill his mouth, Ray making no effort to help and instead guffawing at his friend's futile attempt to shove (Y/B/F) off of him.

Frank rolled over from his position on his stomach so that he could face you. 

"It's cold. Cuddle my hand," he pouted, reaching over to slide his hand under yours.

"It's 80 degrees out," you responded, raising an eyebrow in amusement at his request.

"Cuddle. My. Hand."

"I wasn't going to mention it, but I'm getting quite concerned that you might have a hand fetish."

"Hey, I can't help it that your hands are, like, the softest things ever," he retorted, bringing your hand up to his face before rubbing it against his cheek and purring.

"You're a proper weirdo, you know that?" you mused, laughing at his peculiar act of affection.

"Maybe," he shrugged before repositioning himself so that his head was in his lap, "but ya love me."

You scoffed. "Try tolerate."

"Your life wouldn't be the same without me and you know it," he said with a proud smirk on his face.

A ladybug landed on Frank's nose, fluttering its tiny wings. Frank crossed his eyes to look at his nose, thinking it was a blade of grass or a stray pollen grain that had landed there. He clearly wasn't expecting it to be a tiny creature, however, since he let out a rather high-pitched scream at the sight of it before swatting it away hastily, causing your body to begin trembling with laughter.

"You're right," you said in between laughs, "I wouldn't be able to carry on if my life didn't consist of you getting attacked by ladybugs."

Frank opened his mouth with the intention of delivering a sassy response, but upon seeing your still very much amused state, he joined in on the laughter.

"Hey, lovebirds!" The both of you turned to face the patio door, where Mikey stood shirtless, shoulders glistening from the drops of pool water his towel had missed. "And everyone else," he added, smirking, "Pizza's here."

Ray, (Y/B/F) and Gerard made their way to the steps of the pool, each grabbing a towel and proceeding to dry off enough so as not to soak the entire house. Gerard was still mumbling curse words under his breath while Ray and (Y/B/F) giggled and high-fived each other.

Looking down at the man whose head was still in your lap, you said a quick "Race you"' before springing onto your feet and sprinting towards the door. You were almost inside when you felt a pair of arms clamp around your waist and you were hoisted off your feet and to the side, allowing Frank to overtake you and claim victory.

"Hey!" you exclaimed in anger, rushing after him into the kitchen, where the others were gathered, "That's cheating!"

"Yeah, well, you had an unfair head start," he countered, crossing the room to grab a couple of plates from the cabinet and setting them down next to the pizza.

"Please keep your marital problems out of my kitchen," Mikey silenced you while the other three snickered under their breath.

"Don't hate just because you can't find someone to love you," you scoffed while reaching for a plate and a slice of pizza, your comment earning a collective 'oooooo' from the rest of your friends.

Mikey rolled his eyes. "If it meant being stuck with someone like you or Frank, I think I'd rather die alone." His comment gained an even bigger reaction from the others.

"Hey!" Frank interjected, hopping down from his seat on top of the kitchen counter to cross over to you and place a protective arm around your shoulders. "Insult me all you want, but leave my wife alone."

His comment left Ray giggling like a little girl and (Y/B/F) and Gerard whispering to each other, no doubt about how you guys were their ultimate OTP. Mikey held his hands up in surrender and went back to eating his pizza, mumbling under his breath about how you two should just 'fuck already and relieve everyone from the constant sexual tension'.

Chuckling slightly before pressing a kiss to your cheek, Frank strutted out of the kitchen and into the living room yelling something about putting a movie on while the rest of the boys gathered the food and followed him.

"Don't," you warned (Y/B/F), who was wearing a Cheshire grin while smirking at you and raising her eyebrows suggestively.

"I didn't say anything," she said, clearly amused.

"You didn't have to. I know how to read all this," you stated, gesturing to her face.

"Ugh, why can't you guys just admit that you're made for each other?! Everyone can see it!"

"Because we're not. And even if we were, constantly bringing it up would be the least effective way of getting us to admit it. Just FYI."

"Oh, come on," she groaned, arms grabbing your shoulders and shaking you lightly. "He calls you his wife and finds any excuse to kiss or touch you. If that doesn't scream 'IM IN LOVE WITH YOU' then I don't know what does."

"It doesn't scream 'I'm in love with you', it screams 'I'm Frank Iero'."

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Thank you for reading x

[sickdaysofficial]

For sickdays July 23

Warnings: anxiety/panic attack, emeto?? (kinda yeah)

these are ocs that i have written about before but yeah here (also idk how long it should be for us to put a read more so i didnt im sorry i hope it’s not too long)

Switch had thought she would be okay going out today. She had thought that her nerves might settle before the team got into the city, to the police station. She thought she would be able to pull herself into shape before they all got into something they couldn’t back down from. And yet, here she was, still nervous as all hell.

As a now government-funded team of heroes -they hadn’t always been supported by the government- they had a duty to help the citizens of their general vicinity. The team was located in Maryland, in an area that could easily access both Baltimore and Washington DC in less than 20 minutes each, and could reach all the space in between. Being located right outside the nation’s capital allowed them to have direct contact with the government, and to have enough crime to actually do some good against.

The task today was a simple interrogation, and Switch, as someone who could change her voice and appearance to mimic anyone’s, was good at playing mind games and getting confessions. So, of course, she was assigned to the task, along with the leader of their team, Kimu.

The problem was, Switch was having an off day. Her anxiety was through the roof today, for whatever reason. Some days were just like that. It didn’t help that she was afraid of doing badly in front of Kimu. She had had nightmares all night and had woken up anxious, and it only continued to increase throughout the day. She knew it was going to escalate into a panic attack if it kept going on like this. But there wasn’t much she could do. She had a job that needed to get done.

“Kimu,” she said, the pit only growing in her stomach as they stood in the surveillance room right outside of the interrogation room. “I don’t feel so good.”

“What’s wrong?” Kimu asked, not turning away from the monitor that was playing the feed from the camera recording the suspect currently sitting in the interrogation room.

“I’m nervous.”

“There’s nothing to be worried about, Switch,” Kimu said. “It’s just a simple interrogation, and I’ll be here the whole time watching to make sure nothing happens.”

“No, no, no, I mean I’m Anxiety Nervous, not Logic Nervous. Like, I mean, about to have a panic attack.” She left out the part about being worried about performing well in front of Kimu.

Kimu nudged Switch’s shoulder with her own, an attempt at showing affection.

“It’s fine. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Surprisingly enough, that didn’t make Switch feel any better. Worse, actually. Kimu seemed to brush her off.

“Now, get in there,” Kimu said.

“No, y’know, Kimu, I don’t think that would be a good idea.” She knew she was right on the verge of a panic attack.

“Bullshit. You’ll do fine, and we really need this confession. C’mon, just go in.”

Kimu gave Switch a nudge to the door. Switch groaned and stepped forward. She wasn’t going to get anywhere with Kimu. So she walked into the room.

A man was sitting in a chair in front of a table placed in the center of the room. He looked up at Switch as she entered, and then sat back in his chair, a look of confusion and anticipation on his face. He didn’t look impressed. And why should he? Switch was small and young and didn’t look all too threatening to a suspect of a triple homicide.

Switch stepped in slowly, nervously, cautiously. She eyed the man, trying to keep down the panic that was now rising in her chest. This was not good. She couldn’t interrogate anyone if she was having a panic attack. This made her worry more. She knew she couldn’t show weakness, or the suspect wouldn’t fear her and she wouldn’t get anywhere with him. And yet she couldn’t really help herself.

She clutched her stomach with a light groan. The man watched her intently.

“So,” she started. “I’m sure you know why you’re here. And why I’m here. So we might as well get this thing started.”

“You nervous, kiddo?” the man asked, a slight smirk on his face. “You look awfully pale.”

“Not about you, if that’s what you’re asking. I’ve done this many times with worse people than you. And I’ve seen things in my lifetime that you couldn’t imagine in your worst nightmares. You mean nothing to me.”

The man crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows at her.

“Now- now, l-listen Taylor,” Switch said. Fuck, she thought. She’d stuttered and she knew he heard it. But she continued. “We know you killed all three of- of- of those people.” Bluff. “We know how.” Bluff. “But we want to know w- why.”

He smirked.

She was snowballing, and fast. She could feel the panic rising in her throat now, threatening to suffocate her. He wouldn’t stop looking at her. Looking at her and smiling. He’d killed people and she was in the room with him. And Kimu was watching. She wasn’t safe here. She was being watched and was in danger. Kimu had just sent her into a room with a murderer. This is where she would die, she was sure of it.

“Kimu,” she called, aware that Kimu could both hear and see her. “I- I- I really don’t feel good.”

There was no response.

She was getting dizzy now. Trembling. She could feel her legs threatening to give way underneath her. She leaned against the table for support.

“And you’re sure you’re not nervous, sweetheart?” Taylor said. “Because you look like you might be.”

“Shut up,” Switch hissed at him. She was very near hyperventilating now, taking in shallow breaths at a rate that was far too fast, but she couldn’t control it. “Kimu, please, I-”

She took in a loud, shaky breath. Everything was spinning. It was too much, everything was too much. It was too bright, there were too many people watching her, her heartbeat was too fast and too loud. It felt as if the world was falling apart. Her stomach churned; she was nauseous now. She whimpered and hunched over the table, trying to keep her balance and her stomach in check. Everything was spinning. She choked back a small sob.

“Please,” she whimpered through shallow breaths. It was getting harder to do that, to breathe. Her throat was tight.

“Shit, hey, girl, you okay?” Taylor asked. He reached a hand out and touched her arm.

She yanked her arm away, reeling backwards. “Don’t touch me!” she hissed, although it was less intimidating than it was shaky and insecure.

Without the support of the table, she stumbled and fell to her knees. She was hardly breathing now, taking in sharp gulps of air. She faintly heard a door open somewhere that seemed very far off, and a familiar voice say something, although she couldn’t hear what. The sound of her own blood rushing through her ears and her sobs were too loud to hear anything over at this point.

She felt a hand on her back, then an arm around her shoulder, pulling her off the floor and leading her out of the room. She tried to pull away, but was now grasping her head in her hands, which made it difficult to resist anyone else.

She vaguely recognized the surveillance room before she collapsed on the floor right outside the door. Still sobbing, she curled up, head in her hands, breathing shallowly and with great difficulty. She was dizzy and nauseous and felt like death. She could feel her guts lurch, and she gagged back the contents of her stomach. Her insides were threatening to become her outsides, so she scurried across the room to the waste bin. Heaving heavily and gasping for air, she spat out the contents of her stomach into the metal bin. She felt someone pull her hair back as she coughed and gagged through the tears.

After a couple minute of retching up the last few meals she’d eaten, she felt less nauseous. She was still dizzy and shaky and crying and panting, but at least she wasn’t nauseous. She felt another hand touch her back, rubbing soft circles against her shuddering ribcage. She squeezed her eyes shut and focused on the warmth of Kimu’s hands.

After another few minutes, Kimu spoke. “Switch, are you alright?”

Switch sniffled in response.

“We’re not going to have you do the interrogation. I’m gonna call for someone to bring you home.”

Switch said nothing, but Kimu knew she’d heard her. There was a moment of silence before Kimu sighed and then spoke again.

“You’re alright, Switch. You’re safe.”

Switch drew in a deep, shaky breath, listening to Kimu’s words.

“I shouldn’t have made you go in there. I’m sorry. But everything is okay now. You’re safe.”

They sat there, the two of them for a long time. Enough time for Switch to calm down almost completely. Kimu didn’t rush her, which was rather uncharacteristic of the overbearing leader of the group. Switch appreciated it. Kimu continued rubbing her back and muttering, “you’re safe,” and, “it’s okay,” until Switch stood up shakily.

“I’m sorry, Kimu,” Switch said, glancing at her feet and refusing to meet Kimu’s eyes.

Kimu shook her head. “Don’t be. There’s no reason to be. Everything is okay. I promise.”

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DISOBEYED

Nu was in her bedroom waiting for her lover to come back from work. She wasn’t the one to break a rule, well maybe she kinda is, but today she felt like she was in heat and she didn’t want to be punished because Jacob was being rougher on her because the stress from work, but when she’s mad or even angry at him. He teases her physically or sending it by message or voicemail of him moaning her name on the other end of the phone. Nu goes to Jacob bedroom she trying to be quick because he doesn’t like it when someone goes into his room without permission. “One rule broken” Nu quickly runs over to Jacobs bed and pulled out a box and open it. Dildos, Whips, Bonds/Rope, Handcuffs,Vibrators, and etc. Nu pulls out a vibrator. “Second Rule broken” The vibrator she liked to use because it had multiple speeds. Nu sniffed the air and she sighs the room has Jacobs scent. She lays on the Jacobs bed taking in another scent and take off her panties, but keeping the shirt of Jacob on. (Lemon Starts) She slowly slides the vibrator inside her heat. (Third Rule broken) She throws her head back moaning out quietly and turning the vibrator on medium speed. She arches her back a little while moaning louder and then she pulls the shirt up a little and squeeze her breast. Nu turns up the speed making her tremble and yelling out. Nu eyes widen big by hearing a loud slam from down stairs and then loud stomps coming from the stairs. She closes her eyes shut tightly waiting for the burst of the door, and she received it. Jacob bursts into his room completely pissed off. “Nu what the actual FUCK are you doing!?” Yelled Jacob No answer. “Nu I swear to fucking god if you don’t answer me!” Yelled Jacob again giving a warning. She opens her mouth to give a response but to be cut off by Jacob yelling at her again “Look at me when your talking!” She slowly open her eyes “I-I was-s—” she stops because the vibrator is still moving inside her, she whimpers throwing her head back. “YOU WERE WHAT?!?” Jacob yells once more. No answer. “Im done with this.” Jacob says being really annoyed right now. He walks over to his bed ripping the vibrator away from her. Nu gasps and then be flipped over to her stomach she was forced on her hands and knees ass in the air. She hears Jacob shuffling in the box and then feels being tied up. “Now tell me..” Jacob trails off. “How many rules did you break today” he finishs. Nu whimpers. “Only one” said Nu. Jacob chuckles. “No you broke fucking 3” “One is for coming in my room, Second is for going through the toy box without my permission, Third not asking for my permission again to touch yourself, and make that Four because you lied about how many rules you broken. ” said Jacob. Nu shivers thinking about the punishment she might receive. She was about to plea not for one until she was cut off by a slap on her ass. Nu yelped. “Jac-cob! Im sorry, Im sorry-” she kept repeating her apology but was stopped by another hard slap on her ass. She stayed quiet but some yelps and moans slipped out.when Jacob finally stops and looks at nu’s heats and and goes down to her heat and gave it a lick. “aAhhh J-jacobb wait i-im sensitive!” Nu tried to tell jacob to go slow but was to late. Jacob attacks Nu’s heat she squirms still trying to tell him to slow down but he ignored the request. He flips Nu over on her back she gasp but was so replaced by a loud moan by Jacob shoving his tongue inside her heat she squirms under his touch. “Stop fucking squirming or else” Jacob warns. Nu trys to stay still but failed. Jacob didnt move away like Nu thought he would move away and tease her, but he didn’t move away from her heat she began to moan loud feeling a pool in her stomach began to build up she was about to cum. Jacob still didn’t stop. “Jacob! Ple-ase dont-t Stopp!” Nu begged. He didn’t stop still, Nu threw her head back moaning uncontrollably. Jacob throws Nu’s leg over his shoulder and brought his head up and then bring it bang down on her clit sucking on it hard. She couldn’t stop she couldn’t hold it any more she came. He didn’t stop. Nu trys to shuffle away from Jacob. He quickly grabs her other leg and throw it over his shoulder so now he is holding her legs down on his face while sucking her clit even harder. “J-Jacob pleeasssee! Aahh Stoppp!” Nu moans out loud. “But Nuuu you just begged me earlier to not stop.” Jacob mocks while muffling his words still on her clit. She squirms hards trying everything to in her power to get him away from her clit. She feels like she's about to cum again. “JACOB!!” Nu screams out. Jacob doesn’t stop until she was at tears panting uncontrollably, and trembling crazy. She even gave up begging or pleading, Jacob looks up at Nu that right now looks like she’ll pass out any minute soon. He pulls himself away from her clit and lick the rest of nu’s cum off his mouth. Nu looks at Jacob and Jacob looks at Nu straight in the eye and said. “Dont fuck with the rules babygirl.” Jacob got up and left to the bathroom leaving the Nu on the bed panting hard and slowly falling to sleep. Then her eyes opened again quickly realising she’s still fucking tied up. .. … …. She fucked up.

I don’t own the oc’s in this story. Belong to Snails.

[gxtsmxt-blog]

the nudist and the prudist [jk pov]

❛❛a girl saw me naked on my porch and also witnessed the unholiness that is my exhibitionism kink and somewhere along the line we became sort-of-maybe-not-really friends and i started to like her too but now things are a bit weird im sorry please love me❜❜ AU

COUNT → 6.875

GENRE → angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → mentions of sex | explicit language | alcoholism

LINKS →  TNATP 1

note: so some of you requested part of tnatp in jungkook’s pov!!!!! im not entirely happy with this because it’s just so long??? and its basically just recycled material. but if u wanna understand what jungkook was thinking, this is the drabble for you. its not a drabble. i lied. look at the word count. but i still wanna call it a drabble. its a “long drabble thats not really a drabble” drabble. anyway i hope u guys like it and dont think this is too long LMAO

Jungkook was naked, but that wasn't anything new.

A streak of sunlight shone in through a crack in his blinds, alerting him that it was the start of a new day. Unwrapping his arm from around the naked body still asleep beside him, he maneuvered around her so he didn't wake her up, then draped the comforter back over her as he stood to his full height. He ran his fingers through his tousled, black hair thoughtfully, knowing without looking at a mirror that it was a mess after they fornicated on the dining room table, the kitchen's bar, the living room couch, against many walls throughout the house, and finally stopping in his own bed last night.

It was a good thing all his other roommates had been out so they didn't hear them. Out of all his fuck buddies, Jihyo was the loudest—but he liked it when she was loud. It told him he was doing something right, and using his penis was about one of the only things he could do right.

Closing his bedroom door gently behind him, he padded down the hallway in the direction of the kitchen. At the sight of his boxers in a pathetic heap by the stairs, he bent over to pull them past his hips, followed by his sweatpants he'd been wearing last night not even a few inches away. In the past, he wouldn't have even bothered clothing himself—especially so early in the morning—since all his roommates had gotten used to his streaking habit a long time.

But something had changed recently.

That change was you.

The cold kitchen tile caused a chill to run up his spine just as he reached the counter, pouring some of his favorite cereal into a bowl. As he added in milk and retrieved a spoon from one of the drawers, his eyes kept darting over to the clock hanging above the dining room table.

You would be walking by in about five minutes.

Every day, except during the weekend, you passed his house on your way to the bus stop at exactly seven o'clock in the morning. What was funny to him was he learned your first class wasn't until two hours later, but you liked to go to the library to review your notes early. It was a pain in his ass for him to even wake up ten minutes before his morning lectures started, but there you were being the perfect student. He still remembered how nervous you were when he asked you why you always walked by so early in the morning, but he had been so fucking curious—about you.

And he still was.

You were innocent and closed in on yourself, almost as a self-defense mechanism. He knew you weren't doing it out of distrust, though; you simply weren't confident in your own skin. A lot of girls were like that but not so much in the way you were. The few words you two exchanged was no longer enough for him anymore. He would wake up every single morning at a quarter to seven just so he could run out in front of you and pull you into a conversation he knew you didn't want to be having with him. Starting a conversation with you was difficult, but he was a natural extrovert and used his charms to ask you anything. He didn't care if he looked stupid as long as he fucking talked to you.

With his cereal gone, the only thing left for him to do was slurp the milk as it took on a salmon color, then he looked up just as the minute hand on the clock passed by 12 in slow increments. You would be here any minute now and he had to frantically run over to the sink to dump his bowl to clean later.

Just as he passed the couch, though, Jihyo was coming downstairs.

Pausing, he turned around to look at her rubbing at the corners of her eyes. "Hey. Did I wake you?"

"No," she said with a tired smile. "You weren't in bed so I was wondering where you went."

"Oh. I was just—" He looked over his shoulder to see if he could see a glimpse of you walking by through the glass panels of the front door. "I was just eating some cereal."

He knew by the glint in her eye that she wasn't being honest with him, but neither was he.

Although she was wearing one of his t-shirts, she quickly pulled it over her head as she sauntered towards him. Feeling her breasts press firmly into his bare chest, he tried to stay focused.

That, however, did not end up happening.

It felt like only seconds but somehow she pushed him towards the couch, crawling on top of him to straddle his muscular thighs. After feathery pecks turned into a mixture of tongue and licking, he opened his eyes as she pulled away to climb off of him and kneel in front of him.

Easily freeing him from the confides of his sweatpants, he sprung free and she eagerly touched him.

"Babe," he groaned out, head lolling against the back of the couch.

She began a steady pace, spitting in her hand as she pumped him with fast strokes. Her thumb pressed into the slit at his tip and he moaned out, not able to focus on anything but the pleasure.

And that also included not realizing you were already walking by.

In a lust-filled daze, he faintly remembered dragging Jihyo over to one of the windows, giving her no room to move. He knew she wouldn't ever dream of that, though. Her favorite place to get fucked was against the window because it turned her on to even imagine someone else watching—just like him.

He gripped himself and thrusted inside, knowing they'd been fucking for the last twelve hours and didn't need much foreplay to get her going. She was loud from the get-go and that made his cock get even harder inside of her. When he reached around her to rub furiously at her clit, her legs trembled and she let out loud moan after loud moan. He wasn't going to last much longer.

"Jungkook," she managed to say in a breathy tone, "there's someone watching us."

He opened his eyes slightly, the view of her long, black hair trailing past her shoulders the first thing he saw. However, when he moved his head only slightly, his eyes grew the size of two small planets.

You were there, looking at the two of them in horror. In your surprise, you dropped something and quickly bent over to pick it up before you were covering your eyes, fleeing the scene. With self-control he didn't know he was capable of having, he pulled out of Jihyo and looked behind him for his boxers.

"Jungkook?" Jihyo asked, confused as to why he stopped. "Where are you going?"

He didn't answer her, dragging his plaid boxers up blindly, then flung the door open. His eyes followed your figure as you stumbled along the sidewalk in a hurry. Yelling your name several times, he finally hunched over when your figure turned a corner, disappearing from sight. He looked around his lawn, tilting his head back and licking at the seam of his lips in frustration.

All he could think of was you couldn't have walked by at a worse time.

Unable to control himself, he kicked at a rock in his lawn and it ricocheted off one of the neighboring houses' exterior walls, landing in a bush.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he yelled, mostly to himself.

He scratched at his scalp violently, then turned to walk back inside. Jihyo was lingering in the doorway, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows and a deep frown.

"Jungkook?" she asked and grabbed at his bare bicep. "What happened? Did you know that girl?"

Instead of answering, Jungkook simply shook his head and closed his eyes tightly. He brushed past her as he stepped through the doorway and she followed after him, hot on his heels as the door shut.

"Talk to me."

He walked over to the couch, settling against the cushions with a sigh. Jihyo joined him cautiously, sitting far enough away that he could've easily forgotten she was there. She didn't say anything, though, just looked at him as if doing so would make him tell her what was going on.

"Jihyo," Jungkook started to say, "can you go home? I'm really not in the mood right now."

Sensing that he didn't want to be pushed, she nodded. "Just let me know if you want to talk."

As she stood up, she threw a glance over her shoulder at him one more time before heading up the stairs to get dressed, then closed the front door behind her when she left a few minutes later.

He had not been thinking. He had really not been fucking thinking.

When he imagined the pleasure that came with someone catching him in the act, this wasn't exactly what he had in mind. It was like as soon as he used the thing between his legs he forgot about the other thing in his head. Your relationship had been going so well, too. In just a few more weeks, maybe he could've asked you out or even gone to the library with you some time. But not now.

Definitely not now.

What was going on with him anyway? You were just a girl. Not just any girl, but a girl that was impossible for someone like him to go after. It would take months for the two of you to fuck around. Knowing that, though, he was still interested in you.

Why?

He really didn't have a good answer. You were gorgeous, so maybe that was all it was; he was simply attracted to you. Though, he'd have to be blind to not be. It couldn't be your personality he liked either because you didn't know how to keep a conversation going, or maybe you just didn't want to. He hadn't felt like this for a long time, but there was just something there.

Maybe he had stared at your ass a few times or his gaze drifted to your chest—although, you usually wore loose-fitted clothing that didn't give him an easy view. If you were anything like his fuck buddies, he'd have already fucked you by the time you even considered it.

With your consent, of course.

Jungkook's head fell against the back of the couch, frustrated with himself.

Maybe he could never do anything right but fuck around, but that was about to change.

He hadn't talked to Jihyo since that night.

Only a few days had passed, but Jungkook knew that whatever it was they were doing had to end. They agreed that if either of them developed feelings of any kind for another person, they would stop; he just never thought that he would ever be the one developing feelings. It wasn't like he couldn't, as he had girlfriends in the past, mostly from high school. But he just hadn't met anyone that caught his interest. All the girls he'd fucked had been beautiful and great under the sheets, but that was all they were. Ironically enough, the girl that did stand out to him was someone he hadn't even kissed.

But he couldn't even count how many times he'd thought about it.

Your features fit your personality, soft and innocent. He'd caught himself staring down at your lips a few times when he managed to talk to you some mornings. One thing he did notice about you was that whenever you spoke, your lips barely parted and you seemed to mumble. Although he knew it was out of anxiety of saying the wrong thing, he found it cute how shy and nervous you were.

A single thumb pressed against the black remote in his palm as Jungkook mindlessly flicked through the channels for something to get his mind off of things. His classes had progressed as usual but he couldn't stop thinking about you and what you were thinking. You hadn't walked by the past few days and he—of course—knew why. It was obvious things weren't going to get any better if he didn't talk to you, but his only indication that you lived nearby was that you were in walking distance to his house.

He now understood your anxiety whenever you talked to him because he was nervous as hell. What would he even say to you? That he was sorry he couldn't stop thinking with his dick for two seconds? Would it even be worth the effort? He was split two ways—he wanted to fix things with you but he also didn't at the same time. Wouldn't it be better for you if that was the last time you saw him so you could get romanced by some guy capable of putting your feelings first? Someone you could marry?

Maybe but he didn't want to leave things like this.

Making up his mind, he jogged to the front door and put on some shoes, then ran out the door. Just as he passed by the two houses separating his house from your apartment building, he recognized a guy from one of his classes in his same major heading to his car.

"Hey!" Jungkook called after him. "Adam! Hey!"

He spun around, scrunching his eyebrows but then grinned at Jungkook. "Hey!"

"So, I was just wondering if you knew a girl around—" He paused to gesture your exact height. "—this height? Pretty hair and big eyes? Shy? I know she lives somewhere around here."

Adam tilted his head back to look at the sky in thought, not seeming to know who he was talking about. When Jungkook mentioned your name, however, a light seemed to go off.

"Yeah, but how do you know her exactly?"

How did he know you exactly?

"Uh... It's kind of a long story..."

Adam snorted. "All right, man. Well, she lives in #10."

Jungkook followed his index finger as it pointed up a driveway of the apartment building. Patting him on the shoulder, they went their separate ways and Jungkook jogged up the concrete past the garbage bin. He heard the sound of a car engine starting, then speeding down the road just as he noticed there was a person lying on the ground with a bottle of vodka gripped firmly in their hand.

It was you.

Your eyes were closed as he looked you up and down, slightly confused by your behavior. He hadn't pegged you for the alcohol type. As that thought occurred to him, he wondered if you were even old enough to drink alcohol in the first place. You had to be a freshman or possibly a sophomore. He hadn't ever asked your age but you had a youthful feeling to you that he could just tell.

Crouching so that he was closer to your figure on the ground, he asked, "What are you doing?"

Your eyes looked unfocused when they opened and it seemed hard for you to speak before you slurred, "Whoever you're d-dialing can't be r-reached."

He blinked in response just as you batted away at him and stood up to take a step back.

"Try..." you trailed off, licking your lips before seeming to forget what you were trying to say.

"Oh, Jesus..."

His eyes wandered down your body. You were wearing one of your usual skirts but there appeared to be leaves and clumps of dirt covering the white fabric to indicate you'd been there for a long time. At the sight of the bottle of vodka in your hand, he reached down to pry it from you and read the alcohol content. His eyes narrowed when he read: 43% ALC./VOL. 750 ML. Sighing, he tossed it somewhere behind him and cringed when he heard it come crashing down on the concrete.

"Where did you even get this?" he asked but kept his voice light.

When you didn't respond, he called your name, repeating himself until he was nearly yelling in your ear. Though, your eyes were closed so he just assumed you were no longer conscious.

Jungkook reached out to grab one of your upper arms in an attempt to pull you to your feet, but he hesitated inches away from your skin. He hadn't touched you before and wasn't sure if he was crossing some boundaries. Although, he knew that he couldn't just leave you there.

"Shit... You're so fucked up," he mumbled to himself.

Your head fell into the crook of his neck when he pulled you up, barely standing on your own with weak legs. Unconsciously, his hands skimmed down the length of your arms and he couldn't help but notice how soft your skin was—softer than he could have ever imagined. One hand drifted past your shoulder to cup your cheek in an attempt to get you to look at him, but you were barely conscious.

"Can you hear me right now?" he breathed, scanning your face.

He stared at you intensely, the dim lighting from both the street light and some lights overhead one of the nearby buildings illuminating your features—your long eyelashes, pouty lips. When you groaned in response, he noted that he barely heard you from how intensely he was staring at you.

Why the hell had you done this to yourself?

His thumb glided against the skin of your cheek before a moment before he shook his head, dropping his hands almost immediately. From doing so, your head fell forward into his chest, and he reacted quickly by holding you against him with a hand under your legs and back. Your weight wasn't the issue but he had to hoist you up several times before he got a firm grip. As he began to walk past the garbage bin and towards the driveway, he kept glancing down at you with a concerned expression.

For now, he would take you to his house to sober you up since he didn't have your room keys or anything. Adam had told him your apartment number and maybe your room was even unlocked, but he realized that he wasn't using logic to power his decision—he wanted to talk to you just for a little bit longer and he needed you sober to do that. But maybe once you were, you wouldn't talk to him.

"W-Where are we goin'?" you asked a few minutes later after he carried you down the driveway.

Jungkook paused, looking down at you. He was surprised to see your eyes open as you struggled to focus on his face, failing miserably. You seemed to slip down his body as he paid more attention to looking at you than holding you tightly in his arms, and he pulled you tighter against his chest.

"My house," he answered, then paused after he began to move down the sidewalk. "Is that okay?"

You didn't respond but instead closed your eyes, seeming to fall unconscious again. He stared down at you for a moment. Would you let any guy take you to his house? Or was it just him? Your nails scraped against the back of his neck without you realizing it—probably—and he shivered in response.

As he continued to carry you to his house, he tried to focus on the sound of cars driving by and drunken conversations of people as they passed you two on the sidewalk. In fact, he tried to focus on anything that wasn't the intoxicating smell of your fruity perfume. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, after all. It was comforting, though, when he remembered he wouldn't be alone with you at the house.

Your grip around his neck tightened suddenly and he froze, holding his breath as your lips brushed against the skin of his neck. Unconsciously or not, he was fighting a losing battle.

Think about that yeast infection that one girl had, Jungkook thought to himself.

At the sight of his house coming into view, he closed his eyes and sighed in relief. It felt like walking the distance from your apartment building to his house was like pushing a boulder up a hill, and then having that boulder transform into you and torment him and his dick on torturous levels.

A blush ghosted across his cheeks as he paused in front of his front door, readjusting his grip on your body to slowly turn the door knob and stumble through the doorway. Gently, he lowered you onto the couch and you instantly curled into a ball. Jungkook bit his lip at the sight and wondered if that's how you slept as well. It seemed fitting—even in an unconscious state, you curled into yourself.

The house was quiet, which reminded him that Jimin was supposed to be home. However, he didn't even hear the sound of the floorboards creaking under his feet. Trying to take his mind off of the idea of the two of you being in his house alone, he jogged to the kitchen sink to get you a glass of water. He looked over his shoulder when the front door suddenly opened.

"’Sup, dude," Jungkook greeted, looking over his shoulder at Jimin. He returned his attention back to the sink, filling the glass to the brim with cold water before shutting off the faucet.

When Jimin didn't say anything in response, he turned around, glass in hand, to see Jimin staring at you on the couch with narrowed eyes. Jungkook followed his gaze and noticed you were still unconscious, so he knew he was about to be yelled at by his roommate.

"Jungkook," he said with a sigh. Jimin dropped his backpack to the floor with a thud, then. "Why is there a drunk girl on our couch right now?"

Standing behind the back of the couch, Jungkook's gaze flickered around the living room, as if doing so would give him an idea on what kind of lie he was about to feed Jimin. He wasn't exactly the most lenient roommate when it came to strangers, especially after the party they threw last weekend and he was stuck cleaning up the mess. From Jungkook's perspective, however, no one asked him to do that. They were going to clean up eventually. Jimin just couldn't handle a messy house.

"You know, it's a funny story," Jungkook replied, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

"And you know what else is a funny story? That whenever you say something is a 'funny story,' it actually isn't a funny story at all because you did something stupid."

Jimin was definitely still bitter about last weekend, Jungkook thought with a cringe.

Even if you had to puke, though, he didn't think for one second you would actually tarnish someone's carpeting by choice. You would probably keep it in for as long as possible; you were just too nice.

It was quiet for a few moments as Jimin continued to stare into the most inner parts of Jungkook's soul. Was he expecting a really good explanation? Because Jungkook definitely didn't have one.

Chewing at the flesh of his inner cheek, Jungkook finally said, "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"Oh, shit." Jimin's eyes widened in realization and bent over to pick up his backpack. "You're right. I gotta get going, but you better not let her puke on the carpet."

And then he was running up the stairs, brushing past Jungkook as he gave him a slow nod in confirmation as if to say yes, there will absolutely be no more puke in this house. He padded up the stairs quickly and then Jungkook heard his bedroom door slam shut behind him as well as drawers opening and closing. Then, Jimin was throwing him a nonchalant wave as he dashed out the door.

Setting down the glass of water on the coffee table for you when you woke up, a dining room chair scraped across the hardwood flooring as he moved it in front of you. He planned on sitting there until you woke up, maybe watching cat videos on his phone if he got bored, but then your eyes opened.

"You're conscious," he said with a smile.

After you seemed to realize where you were and that you weren't in fact kidnapped, you relaxed more into the couch. You still didn't look him in the eye, though. Instead, you seemed to shrink into yourself, as if you wanted to make yourself look as small as possible under his gaze.

"Jungkook," you began, your voice tight, "why weren't you there that morning?"

He knew that wasn't what you were asking. If you were any other girl, you would've asked why he could never think with his head or what the fuck was wrong with him. But he had to remind himself that this was you and you held no resentment towards him—all you felt towards him was sadness.

But he was sad, too. He would never be the type of guy good enough for you. Although he didn't mean to, he had hurt you, and he would do it again and again and again without meaning to. You deserved a guy who was waiting to meet you—waiting his whole life for you. He wouldn't need to change or be afraid that he would hurt you because he wouldn't, not even without meaning to.

Finally, your eyes darted up to meet his and he felt like he'd been punched in the gut.

"I'm so fucking sorry you had to see that." Jungkook swallowed, pausing for a moment. His gaze fell to his hands knitted together in his lap. "I didn't even— It didn't even register that... I'm sorry."

You sat up suddenly, then skimmed a hand over your forehead. Jungkook watched you carefully, trying to read your mind or what you were thinking. He knew that you didn't hold anything against him, but he probably wasn't your favorite person right now. When you wobbled slightly, he reached out to steady you. Instead of accepting his help, however, you leaned more into the couch.

That stung a little bit, he had to admit.

"It's fine," you mumbled. Your eyes stared at a single piece of lint on one of the couch cushions in an attempt to avoid looking him in the eye. "Can you take me home?"

Although Jungkook nodded, he was a little hesitant to send you home, especially when he could tell you still had a lot of alcohol in your system. He also wanted things to go back to normal and he couldn't do that unless you were sober, but he also knew you didn't want to talk to him.

"Y-Yeah," he said, standing up. "Are you sure you're okay, though?"

You looked lost in your own thoughts for a moment, jaw clenching.

"No, but I don't see how that's any of your business."

That caused him to raise an eyebrow, but he knew that he deserved that. If it weren't for the alcohol in your system, he was sure you wouldn't have said anything. Maybe this was the perfect time to talk to you about what happened instead of the worst; you would actually tell him what you were thinking.

He watched in silence as you pushed yourself up off the couch, placing a hand against your head for a moment. He went to steady you again but this time you actually gestured for him not to touch you with a wave of your free hand. Jungkook bit into his lip but held himself back. You managed to stumble over towards the front door before you had trouble opening his front door.

It wasn't exactly the easiest door to open since it had both a latch and a lock on the door knob that made it difficult for even people who were sober. He held back a chuckle as he walked over to you, but you had long given up on using logic to open it and simply used force by means of tugging at the knob. His large hand encased your own, steadying your hand in the process, while his chest ghosted against your back. With a flick of his wrist, he undid the latch and easily unlocked the front door.

You didn't look back at him or even offer your thanks, but he smiled down at you anyway.

The wood of the porch creaked under your feet as the two of you slowly made your way to the sidewalk, turning right to make the slow journey back to your apartment building. You were walking at least five steps in front of him and remained quiet, but he could be patient. He would wait until you spoke to him first so he wasn't overstepping any boundaries.

Although, you had already passed by two houses when he finally opened his mouth.

"Are you sure you're—"

"I said I'm fine."

He licked his lips, continuing to follow behind you nervously. Should he have said something different? Or would you reply in the same way no matter what he said? Before he could even think of something else to say, you were spinning on your heel to face him with an angry expression.

"You know what?" you said, breathing heavily. "I'm not. I'm a little intoxicated right now—" Jungkook snorted, finding your anger cute and charming for some reason. "—and so I'm probably going to say something dumb. Usually I wouldn't even be speaking more than two words to you but right now I don't give a shit. That's right. I know what that word means."

He went to open his mouth, but you just kept going.

"I'm fucking pissed at you. You knew I would be walking by but then I saw—" Jungkook cringed at that, knowing what you were referring to. He stuck his hands in his front jean pockets and looked at the concrete of the sidewalk in shame. "I know we're not even friends. We're complete strangers, but I figured you could at least keep your dick in your pants for even just one second because I thought— I thought y-you l-liked me like I like y-you."

His head shot up at that. That's what you thought? That the two of you were complete strangers? You two were anything but strangers. You had no idea what he was thinking or feeling.

"I do lik—!"

"I am talking right now, Jungkook."

He shut his mouth. It would be better for you to finish what you had to say before he interrupted you. The thought of you thinking that's how he felt about you, though—it was painful for him to stay quiet.

You stepped impossibly closer to him, so much that your breath fanned across his cheeks. "As I was saying... I thought— But I guess I was wrong." You lowered your gaze. It was as if you didn't want to see how he was going to react, as if you believed what you were saying was true but didn't want to believe it at the same time. "You probably only started talking to me in the first place because you wanted to stick your dick in me, right?"

Jungkook's mouth opened again, but then you said in an almost whisper as your voice broke, "Why else would you talk to someone as socially awkward and quiet as me?"

So you had that little respect for him that you just assumed he only saw you as someone he wanted to hump and then dump? He felt pissed at you, too. Before he could say anything back, you were turning back around and storming towards your driveway a few feet away. He kept running over in his head what he should say to you—that you were more to him than just another girl and that he had liked you the moment he first saw you—but then you were walking up the bottom of the driveway.

"Thanks for walking me home," you said quietly, throwing a glance over your shoulder to look at him but you simply stared at a patch of grass near his feet. "I won't be walking by anymore, so you can screw whoever you want wherever you want without worrying about me, if you even did at all."

Then you continued to wobble your way up the driveway and Jungkook's mind was made up.

You thought you were the coward in your friendship—or relationship because he still wasn't sure what you two were to each other. Who's the coward? The one who doesn't know what to say, or the one who knows what to say but is afraid what will happen when they say it? You weren't the coward.

He was.

"Wait!" Jungkook yelled after you. "Will you just—" It was like his legs were moving on his own as he raced up the driveway to catch up to you. "Fucking hold on."

You didn't turn around so he had no choice but to grab you by the shoulders and spin you, but then he really wished he hadn't because your eyes were red from tears.

His gaze flickered across your face, committing to memory every single pour and every single tear that trailed past your cheeks. His mind was made up now. He was done being a coward.

"I do fucking like you. I do but I... I'm not good enough for you."

Maybe that was the fear that held him back. But if he wasn't good enough for you, who was? Would anyone ever be or was that just something he told himself to make himself feel better? And even if you found the right guy, a small part of him knew that he still wouldn't be satisfied with that. Even a nice guy would hurt you somehow, but at least he knew when he was hurting you and he knew it wasn't good that he was doing that. Maybe he was good enough for you. Maybe he was enough.

"No one is good enough for you."

But maybe I can try to be, went unsaid.

He knew he was sounding desperate but that's what he was; he was desperate to meet you halfway.

"Don't you think I should be the one to decide that?"

Jungkook swallowed. "I don't... I don't want to hurt you."

"You already did," you said through a teary gaze, then pulled yourself out of his grasp.

Jungkook's lower lip trembled as you walked away. What the hell was happening to him? His foot took a step forward and then another, but he didn't remember telling his body to do that. He just moved on his own without thinking. He always did things without thinking when it came to you.

And then suddenly, he was shoving you into the fence surrounding the garbage bin.

"You're not..." He paused, eyes glancing down at your parted mouth. When he looked back into your eyes, he noticed you were looking at his lips, too. "...making this fucking easy on me, you know?"

And then his head swooped down to claim your lips—the lips he would kill a person just to kiss for even one moment. And you weren't pulling away. You weren't slapping him, kicking him in the balls for laying a single hand on you. Not that you would do that anyway, but you were kissing him back.

One of his hands fell from their place beside your head to skim down your body, admiring each and every last dip and curve of your hips. From being shoved into the fence, your shirt had ridden up in the back and he couldn't even fucking resist touching your bare skin there. He'd touch so many girls in so many places so many times, but touching you was something else. It was like he knew he shouldn't touch you but when he did, it was like a breath of fresh air. No one had ever touched you like this before. No one had ever kissed you like he was kissing you now. Maybe you had been kissed before but not in the way he was kissing you. With every lick and bite, he knew you could feel it, too.

Even thinking that, when he pulled away to tell you to stop him, all that came out in a raspy voice was, "I shouldn't be..." before it died on his tongue, him quickly reuniting your lips again. It was as if one he got a taste of you, he didn't ever want to forget it. Somehow, you tasted just like honey.

His hands glided up from the base of your spine to just below your bra strap. He pulled at your arms so he could feel all of you pressing against him and could already feel himself getting turned on. He was about to pull away, telling himself this had to stop before it went too far, but then you made a moan from the back of your throat; he was a goner. His lips trailed kisses from the corner of your lips to your chin, descending to your neck to kiss and nibble at the skin there. He vaguely felt your hands grabbing at the fabric of his shirt you could rip it into pieces for all he cared right then and there.

You let out a gasp and he pulled away, his lips hovering an inch away from your skin. His eyes fell to your cheeks that felt hot to the touch and your glistening mouth. He couldn't help himself when he leaned forward to kiss you again and again and again until he had to force himself away from you.

Your eyes were glazed over and, although he was purposefully keeping his lower half away from you so you wouldn't know how fucking turned on he was, it wasn't helping that all he wanted to do was spin you around, palm your breasts in his hands, and bend you over within twenty seconds.

Luckily for him, a car was pulling up the driveway and honking at the two of you. You pressed yourself against the fence, separating yourself from him, and it was like he could finally breathe again.

He pulled you away so he could maneuver the two of you around the garbage bin and let the car drive by, but then its headlights disappeared behind one of the buildings and you were alone again.

"So, um..." Jungkook started to say, "that was... something."

"Yeah..."

You probably regretted it—your first kiss was with him. In his own selfish way, he was hopeful that was your first french kiss. It definitely felt like it with the way you let him easily take the lead.

"I'm sorry. I—" He paused for a moment. "I've been saying that a lot lately, huh?"

You shook your head frantically at that. "It's okay! I'm fine. Don't apologize."

He furrowed his eyebrows, confused. Were you lying to him to make him feel better? That was definitely something you would do. He had to get away from you as soon as possible because every time he even looked at you, his eyes trailed to your wet lips and his thoughts went south.

"Are you going to be okay on your own?"

"Y-Yeah. I can find my way," you replied with a warm smile. "Don't worry about me."

He let go of your hand when he realized he was still holding it, as if you had burned him.

"I'm... I'm sorry for yelling at you."

He smiled down at you. "I'm sorry for kissing you."

Nervously, you tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. "Don't be. I... I liked it, so thank you."

His hands twitched at his sides, itching to touch you somewhere or to even move closer to you, but then you were moving around him to get to your building. Once you reached the door, you looked over your shoulder at him and he gave you a convincing smile, but then suddenly it wasn't enough.

He had to see you again.

Once again, his body moved without thinking.

"Listen... uh..." he started to say, scratching at the back of his neck. "Can I make it up to you? For kissing you and for... you know. I'm throwing a party tomorrow night. You should come."

"O-Okay. If you want me to come, I will."

He breathed a smile, then said, "Great. I'll see you tomorrow, then."

You nodded and he nodded back, awkwardly. You waved at him before you disappeared into your building and he turned around, quickly walking down the driveway.

"God, I'm fucked..." he mumbled to himself, already regretting inviting you.

As he made his way to his house, he already made plans to lay in his room and masturbate so hard until he could pretend it was you jerking him off instead of his own right hand.