#it’s not hiding in a neatly organized picture with perfect lighting and a nice little pose

[lowcallyfruity]

I take ugly ass pictures of my dogs

[bonny-kookoo]

Under Your Skin (JJK x Reader) | 🔞

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Goth/Punk!Jeon Jungkook x Secretary!Shy!Reader

Genre: Tattoo artist!AU, Badboy x Sweetgirl AU, Idk what else

Tags/Warnings: Ultimate goodboy Kook, He looks grr but is actually sweet, shy reader, smol reader, Kookers is WHIPPED, Also a tease, Dom!Jungkook because how could I not, Sub!Reader, Babygirl!Reader, Its not heavy on the whole ddlg-stuff but yeah they be having some vibes y'know, don't come @ me don't I'm not forcing you to read it lol, anyways moving on, because smut, yes I mean it's my content, and yall nasty admit it, slight hair pulling, manhandling also only a little, oral (f & m receiving), praising, mentions of emotional and physical insecurities, but Kook be supportive so we good, back to the nasty, body worship yes pls, biting, fingering, because why not, protected sex because we keep it clean in this household, light-hearted sex, kook being a romantic goof, yeah I think thats it?

Summary: Jungkook looks like absolute trouble; like one wrong look could set him off, and turn him into an absolute murderer. But oh well, ever heard the phrase 'Never judge a book by its cover'?

A/N: you might have noticed me only putting one emoji up top. I have decided to from now on only mark my adult fics with emojis (which is basically almost every single one lets be real). Also; stop reading my fucking fics if any of the tagged/warned things make you uncomfortable. I'm tired of everyone clowning in my inbox telling me how disgusting ddlg/smut content is. You can't even tell me you 'read it by accident' because that's why I'm always putting the cut underneath my fics =) so pls go finish preschool and then we can maybe shake hands. Maybe not. Covid and all. Yeah.

On the outside, Jeon Jungkook seems like absolute trouble.

He's working at a tattoo and piercing studio, dresses in all black, clattering chains and heavy boots always alerting everyone around of his presence. His long black hair is never truly tamed, his nails painted black, and his face expressionless most of the time. He's a talented artist and well trained piercer, always visiting conventions to keep up with the newest trends, styles, and equipment there is. He takes his job seriously- and is proud of it, knowing that he had proven his family wrong by now. They had been worried about him; especially his mother had scolded him that he shouldn't throw his time away trying to make it in a world of art many had already failed. But last year, he had finally invited them over to his rather nice apartment, showing them that he was living a good life, with nothing to really worry about.

Jungkook had made it.

Well, not quite.

Because as of currently, Jungkook had a new mission, a new goal.

"Ah, Jungkook!" You say, eyes sparkling as you smile at him when he enters the shop he works at. You had recently started to work there as well, since Taehyung was absolute shit at keeping files in order and track of schedules. You hadn't applied for the job specifically, that's at least what his coworker had told him- he had known you prior already, and was aware that you had wanted a change these days.

And Jungkook had been painfully crushing on you ever since you started.

"Your schedule for the week is already here- I uhm.. didn't put it on your desk cause, I didn't want to intrude your space and all.." You say, giving him a small black booklet where you always noted down his appointments. He appreciated it a lot- knowing how much of a hassle it could be to move dates back and forth just to somehow make it fit. You always made sure that he had enough time in between multiple daily pieces in case something took longer or less so you could make sure to be able to move things accordingly. You didn't want him to get overworked, you had said. He had smiled.

"Thanks- and you can go inside, no problem." He says, and you nod. "I know you don't make a mess, like someone else here." He says, hinting at Namjoon, who was known to be quite clumsy- yet a mastermind when it came to designing pieces he struggled with. Jungkook stayed at your front desk for a bit, making you tilt your head a bit, as you tried not to stare. He always took so much care of himself, you would have had to be blind not to see how attractive he actually was. But then again, you didn't get your hopes up- after all, he was nice to almost everyone around. "You've never been in there, right?" He asks, and you shake your head. You haven't been in his space at all- too scared to invade his privacy and making him upset in the process. "I mean- you got time right now? I can show you around." He casually tells you, and you look at your computer screen in front of you. Everything had been filed for today- so you probably had a bit of time to spare.

"Sure." You said, taking your phone and standing up from your chair, making sure to lock the pc so no one would accidentally make a mess out of your tabs. Or worse; close them. God knows all hell would break loose.

Jungkook had to really force himself not to let out any noise as you walked next to him.

You were so tiny next to him.

He wasn't that tall to be honest- with Namjoon and Taehyung both taller than him, he knew he was average at best. And for the longest time, he'd had a thing for tall girls, all elegant and confident. He still liked their aesthetic, yes- but now that he spotted you, he could really see the appeal of having a shorter significant other.

You were so cute.

You carefully stepped inside when Jungkook lifted the curtain that was used instead of a door, surprised to see how.. organized everything was. A little.. off- some things seemed to be randomly put somewhere, but in general, it seemed like everything had their proper spot. "I like to have it like this." He comments, and you nod your head to that, finally spotting his tattoo-gun. It was made out of purple steel- polished, and changing its hue depending on how you looked at it. It was absolutely beautiful, even though you had a rather limited understanding of these things. "Was a present from Taehyung last year." Jungkook says, sitting down on his chair. "I never asked- are you inked at all?" He asks, leaning backwards as you stand there a little awkwardly. "You can sit down somewhere, don't be so tense." He chuckles, and you look around, before you sit on the stretcher across from him. You shake your head, and Jungkook isn't surprised. Your pink converse sway back and forth as you sit on the stretcher, legs too short to reach the floor anymore as you rest your hands underneath your thighs; hem of your dress revealing more of them than he can usually see.

"I don't have any tattoos yet, but I've been talking to Namjoon about it." You said, and Jungkooks saliva tastes a little bitter at that. He doesn't want to pout or give away that it's bugging him at all that you're not talking to him about it- but he fails miserably. "Namjoon actually said I should talk to you about it, since the style I want fits you best." You say, and he can't hide his smile, bunny teeth on full display as he leans forward a bit.

"You'd let me tattoo you?" He asks, and you shrug, before nodding. "What do you have in Mind?" He instantly asks, not even bothering to hide his excitement.

If only you knew that it's because of you; and not just because he's gonna be the first to ink you.

You've both agreed on a design you want, and Jungkook can't deny that he thinks it's absolutely perfect on you.

"Are you scared?" Jungkook asks you as he prepares everything, his sweater's sleeves rolled up, revealing his own body art to you, as well as some bracelets; one that you recognize as the wooden-bead bracelet you had gifted him last year for his birthday. It was weird to see him wear it.

"I.. no. Just nervous." You say. "I'm worried I might cry and make a fool out of myself." You say with a laugh, and Jungkook chuckles, placing a reassuring and warm hand on your upper arm.

"It's fine. I've seen grown man cry like kids on this stretcher before." He casually says. "Don't worry; I won't think any less of you just because of some tears." He says with a smile, and you nod, turning your head to look at his room's walls instead; covered in drawings, sketches, and pictures of finished works he was most proud of. "Do you want anything to hold onto?" He asks, as he starts to shave the skin of your thigh to make sure he can work as best as possible. He's so into his work, so concentrated on doing everything perfect, that he doesn't even take much into account that you're laying in only your panties and oversized sweater; skirt neatly placed on a chair in the corner of the room, to get it out of the way.

"It's fine" You mumble, although you really want to. So instead you curl your fingers around the fabric of your sweater- something that doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook, who decides not to comment on it for now. He simply throws the one-time razor away as well as the tissues used to clean your skin, before he carefully places the tracing paper onto where he seems fit.

"I think it would look great right here." He says lowly, carefully removing the paper to reveal the lines he's gonna trace with his gun in a few minutes. "You wanna look at it again?" He asks, and you shake your head. "Alright." He says, before he gets up and walks out his room; only to return with your small squishy and round unicorn plush that's usually sitting on your desk. "To hold onto." He winks, and you chuckle at that.

Jungkook really pays attention.

"So, Taehyung has told me you're a bit younger than me." Jungkook says to start casual chit-chat, trying to help your nervousness as his tattoo-gun starts to buzz to live. "Only a Year if I remember correctly." He says, and you nod.

"Yeah.." You say, and can't hide your dissapoinment flooding your voice. Jungkook, until now, only had relationships with girls older than him. He's even said before that he just likes having someone older than him around- which made you even more nervous around him.

"You sound upset about that." He chuckles, and gently holds onto your thigh as you jump a bit when he first presses the tip of the gun down. "Sorry. I'll be gentle." He lowly tells you, and you swallow.

Not the time Y/N, not the time.

"Uhm.." You say, fingers digging into the squishy plush in your hands. "I.. there's someone I like, but he.. only likes older girls, so.." You say, and Jungkook glances at you. You're already interested in someone? He continues to trace the lines, wiping afterwards to get the excess ink and blood off. "But I mean, then again I don't think I have a chance with him anyways." You chuckle, and Jungkook can't help but shake his head. Even if you're interested in someone else, he shouldn't let you have thoughts like that.

"Highly doubt that." He says. "If he doesn't see you, he's blind." He tells you, and you giggle, glad that he's able to make you feel a bit better about everything. "I'm serious." He says, and you nod at that, watching his inked arm flex every now and then as he draws with absolute concentration; black facemask hiding half of his face. You can see the way his eyebrows furrow, eyes fixated on his work as he moves with absolute routine. "Do I know the guy?" He casually asks, before he dips the tip of his gun in the tiny pot of ink again.

You don't know what to say.

He looks at you for a second, and decides not to dig. "You don't have to tell me. Sorry if I seemed nosy; didn't mean to." He apologizes, and you shake your head to let him know its fine. It's quiet for a moment afterwards, only the buzzing of his gun and your occasional whine of pain. "Sorry; it'll hurt a bit more now since I'm getting close to your inner thigh- that's always a little more sensitive." He comments, and you really hope he doesn't pay much attention to your panties.

When you can see his eyes stick to them for a second, you really want to just disappear.

He doesn't comment on it though. What is he suppsosed to say? He really doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, and considering that you already have a crush on someone else, he doesn't want to get himself in too deep as well. He simply works away, finally finishing the thin and delicate outlines of your piece- the first step, before he will see you again for color and shading. He finally connects the last line, and doesn't think twice about what he says next.

"Good girl."

It takes a second that feels way too long for the both of you to register the words, and Jungkook quickly occupies himself with turning off his gun and cleaning up your skin and his workspace to get the awkwardness out of his room. You try to instantly stand up, but his palm holds onto your leg- silently ordering you to stay put, which you do. He rubs something over the piece, before he gently lifts your leg to wrap it. "I'll give you a bottle of lotion for it. Leave that bandage on for.. I'd say until tomorrow morning at least. Afterwards, apply the lotion everyday to help it heal properly." He lectures you with a gentle voice, before letting you sit up.

"Thanks." You say, grinning eagerly at the now hidden artwork on your leg. Jungkook chuckles.

"We're not done yet, but I'll take it." He says. "I uh.." He starts, as you jump off the stretcher and go to take on your skirt. "uhm, you up for some fast food?" He asks, a bit hurried, before he can chicken out again. And he hates himself for a moment, because you had literally told him just half an hour before that you already had interest in someone else. But maybe you were too innocent to get his innuendo, maybe you wouldn't get that he was asking you on a date-

"Like a date?" You ask, and he really wants to hit himself.

"I mean, if you want it to be?" He says, swallowing as he averts his gaze, a sight very weird. His hand runs through his hair, chain around his neck and piercings on his ears clattering against each other and making sounds as he moves, his combat boots nervously tapping the floor a little. "It doesn't have to be.. I know you're already-"

"I'd love to." You say however, now fully dressed again, as you grin with your bright sparkling eyes.

And Jungkook feels like he's won the lottery.

It's your third time laying on Jungkooks' stretcher like this- waiting for him to work on your art, finishing it today. But the energy is different.

Things are different between you two in general.

After some casual movie dates and rounds of overwatch, Jungkook had admitted to you that he had a crush. It was rushed, while he was driving, so he didn't have to look at you and instantly get hit by your reaction. But then, you had told him that you felt the same- and the two of you agreed to let things process from then on. Whatever would happen; you would let happen.

And Jungkook was starting to flirt with you.

It was a little weird to get close to him like that. While everyone seeing you two was a little taken aback- with your dresses and skirts, and colorful and almost childish personality, he seemed like the absolute opposite- quiet, all dark and dangerous while carrying your milkshake so you could put your phone away into your purse.

"Alright doll, let's finish this." He said with newfound enthusiasm, winking at you as you laughed at his demeanor.

"You seemed more excited than me!" You say, and he chuckles. "You're really desperate to have me gone?" You say in a playfully upset tone, and he simply huffs out a breath, before cockily looking at you for a second.

"That's not true." He says. "I'd just rather have you laid out somewhere else than in my studio, that's all." He casually says, and you shut your mouth at that, cheeks red as he laughs at your cute display of embarrassment. He routinely prepares your skin, before he starts his gun. "Too much?" He asks, and you know he's not talking about the pressure of his ink filled gun on your skin.

"No-" You start, and he now seriously speaks to you, voice a bit muffled through his facemask.

"Please tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable." He says. "You're not upsetting me if you tell me I'm going to far." He says, and you nod, knowing that he now needs a proper answer. Jungkook is way more attentive and romantic than people may think he is. He's a gentleman pulled out of a dictionary- careful and gentle with you, and always keen on getting to know you for you, and not for the person you like to portray yourself as. He wants to know what you like, what you don't like, what you dream of, and what you hate about yourself.

"Don't worry- I will." You say, watching him work on your skin. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums a reply to let you know he's listening. "Is it okay if I sleep?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"Didn't I tell you not to stay up for too long before I left yesterday?" He teasingly retorts back to you, and you pout at him- with no hard feelings behind it. He had left last night after eating with you for dinner at your place; and he did indeed tell you to go to sleep a little earlier since he knew you would have an early shift today, opening up the store. "I'm really tempted to say no." He says, eyes now on your skin again as he dips the tip of his gun in a pot of color. "You know, as punishment for not listening." He mumbles, and you almost don't catch it.

Almost.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung stands in his doorway, finally finding him sitting at his desk. "Oh?" He says in a surprised tone, spotting your sleeping figure on his coworkers lap- head resting against the inside of his shoulder, with your arms around his middle.

"Yeah?" Jungkook asks, not at all shy or fazed by the fact that Taehyung is looking at you. "What is it?" He asks again, as Taehyung smiles, giving the younger man his small booklet that you usually give him every morning.

"Nothing left for today." He said. "Just wanted to tell you good work and send you home." The older one explains, zipping up his own jacket. "Guess she'll be coming with you?" He asks teasingly, but Jungkook doesn't bite the bait at all.

"Yeah. Don't burn the house down while we're gone, you two. " He says, slipping the booklet into his pocket before he pats your back. "Come on doll, let's go home." He tells you, waking you up at least enough to put on your shoes and lead you out the store to his car.

He buckles your seatbelt as the engine comes alive, radio playing its tune softly in the background as he drives you home. "You awake doll?" He asks, and you nod your head, turning towards him with barely open eyes. "You haven't had anything proper to eat today, so I'll make us some ramen at my place, ok?" He asks, and you nod, before your eyebrows scrunch up. "What is it?" He chuckles, and you now grow more awake.

"Wait- but if we eat at yours then you're gonna have to drive me home late." You say, and he shrugs. "Noo, Kook, what if you crash the car because you're sleepy?" You tell him with a whine, genuinely concerned for him, as he has the audacity to laugh. "Kookie, it's not funny I swear to god-!" You say, and he apologizes.

"I mean." He starts, casually dropping what he had wanted to ask you for a couple of weeks now. "You could always just stay over." He tells you, and you look at him, meeting his gaze at the red light he stops at, his head turned towards you for a moment until the lights turn green again.

"We.. would have to stop at mine so I could get some stuff though.." You mumble, and Jungkook looks at you with newfound enthusiasm, setting his turning lights to enter a different road.

It's in a parking lot that you first unintentionally confront him with your biggest insecurities and flaws.

You've tripped over a stray stone you didn't see laying on the ground, leading you to fall onto your hands and scraping your knees open. Just like any normal human being, you dust yourself off, instantly hoping that Jungkook inside the shop hadn't seen you fail at something so basic as walking. You had carried some of the items you two had bought into the car while also returning the shopping cart while he had payed- and by the look on his face, he had definitely seen you.

He wasn't laughing, or hiding his grin, or anything alike. He looked concerned, taking his card back from the cashier before walking out the store, jogging towards you, who sat in the open trunk, ready to get laughed at. Even though somewhere deep in your mind you didn't think he would, past experiences had led to you now having that fear, no matter with whom. "Are you okay?" Jungkook asks, looking at you as he squats down to take a look at your bleeding knees. He reaches into one of the shopping bags, taking out a water bottle and a pack of tissues, before he wets it, one hand holding your leg by the backside of your knee, while the other carefully cleans the small wound. "You gotta be careful Baby." He chuckles a little- nothing like the laughter you had expected.

"I'm fine." You say, not looking up at him.

"It's okay to cry, you know?" He says, and you stay quiet, trying not to breathe too much as you desperately hold them back. "I won't laugh." He promises, deciding not to look at you as to give you a bit more space.

"People will stare though.." You quietly murmur towards him, and he finishes his job, before he goes to throw the now used tissue away in a nearby trashcan. When he returns, he's taking his jacket off, the item way too large on your form as he throws it over you, pulling the hood up as you look at him for the first time since your little accident, eyes sparkling with unshed tears when he pulls the sides of the hood towards him a little. "There." He says, a reassuring smile on his face. "Now no one can see you but me." He tells you. "And I will never, ever, laugh at you." He promises, and pulls your head against his chest, as you start to let go.

He really hates to see you cry- but he's glad that you're letting him in enough to let him see you this way.

Jungkook is frustrated.

He tries not to really show it, because he doesn't want to blow up in your face like that, but then again, you're kind of the reason he feels the way he does. Because even though he thought you both had a genuine connection, you're yet to let him touch you.

And not just hugging and holding hands.

It's not that he's impatient- its because he knows you, at one point, wanted him that way as well. But something happened, something he didn't notice, that made you take ten steps backwards from him. You seemed to be retreating, giving up, and he has no idea what he had done to make you react that way.

As far as he knows, he had done everything right.

But then he sees them; the messages sent back and forth between you and Hana, a returning customer at the shop- well known to flirt with everyone around here. Jungkook himself had actually considered hooking up with her once a year back, simply to make her shut up, but then again, he wasn't into one-night-stands. And she had never truly been his type anyways.

'Ah yeah, just re-schedule that then, I don't mind at all! Just make sure we have enough time together, since we haven't had time to catch up on things recently, if you know what I mean.' She had sent, a week ago; exactly the timeframe you had started to distance yourself. He knew he shouldn't look into it, but then again- this was his business too. He had the right to know.

'Sure? I can give you an appointment at around 4 PM then, so you'll be the last one. Would that be okay with you? Again, sorry for re-scheduling on such short notice.' You had written, and Jungkook can't decide if you had been oblivious to her implication (which was bullshit), or if you were simply too polite to call her out. But it's the next messages that make him fume.

'Again, no troubles. As I said, I only care that its Jungkookie, I don't really trust anyone else with my body that way ;). 4 PM is perfect, you guys still close at around 6 PM right? He's got skilled hands, I'm sure we don't need much more time, if you know what I mean.' she has the audacity to write.

But its your answer that makes him fume.

'Good to know.'

"Jungkook?" You say, looking at the screen, as you suddenly dash forwards, trying to shut the screen off- as if that would make any difference. But he catches your wrist with ease, holding it in his palm as he looks at you.

"Do you think I'm sleeping with her?" He asks, and you try to escape his grasp; and he lets you, staying at your workspace however as he keeps you locked in place with his gaze. "Y/N." He urges, making you look away from him.

"It's none of my business." You say, shrugging. "I.. No, it's-" You start, but he cuts you off.

"No, finish that sentence. 'No' what?" He says, and you've never heard him talk like that.

"I just.. didn't think you'd.. do that." You meekly say, murmuring it as he tilts your head gently upwards to look at him; his face now more relaxed as he softly smiles.

"That's good that you think that way." He tells you. "Because I don't do that at all." He says. "She likes to start drama all the time- was probably bitter I turned her down so much. You know what?" He suddenly says, turning towards the screen as he clicks to change the account, opening his own Inbox as he starts to write an E-Mail.

'Appointment is cancelled, be glad I'm not suing you for defamation. JK.'

"Jungkook-" You say, trying to get him not to send it- but it's already gone. "Why would you do that? Just because I misunderstood?" You whine, and he chuckles, shutting down the system as he looks at the clock, signaling that it's closing time.

"No." He says. "But because I don't want her around anyways, and this gives me a proper reason." He tells you, ruffling your hair as he looks at you. "You coming?" He asks, and you nod, taking your bag and coat before following him out the shop.

In the car, you finally speak up. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums out a reply. "Do you.. think I'm attractive?" You ask, and he clears his throat at the unexpected question.

"I- what?" He asks, unsure what you mean.

"Just.. Namjoon said, that he thinks you.. see me as a friend only? Because I'm nothing like the girls you dated before.. If I misunderstood something here then Oh my god-" You start to ramble, and Jungkook laughs suddenly.

"You think I'm not into you?" He asks, and you shrug. "Of course I want to fuck you doll." He casually comments, and you can't help but feel your cheeks redden. "Wait- did you really think I didn't?" He asks, face showing genuine horror as he looks over at you.

"I mean.. you never really initiated anything so I thought.." You started, and he groans out.

Thank god you're staying the night.

"Looks so pretty, does it?" He hums out, palm running over the tattoo on your thigh, delicate lines and well-placed shadings complimenting the colors perfectly. "You know why I love it most?" He starts, hand suddenly gripping the flesh for a moment, before he pulls you closer on his lap by the small of your back. "Because that's mine." He says, before he leans in, placing an open mouthed kiss against your pulse. "The ink that's under your skin, the design, the idea-" He mumbles against your skin. "And the body it's drawn on." You whine at his tone, dark and low, as he urges you back and forth on his clothed thigh- your panties suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Isn't it like that, baby?" He asks, and you nod, furiously, and he chuckles. "Hm, you seem out of breath baby.." He grins at you, like a predator.

"Jungkook.." You whine, not knowing what you're asking for.

He wordlessly moves, helping you lay down on his bed before he crawls over you, his lips instantly attached to the skin of your neck, hands helping you out of your dress wordlessly, as he can't help but let his gaze linger on your body for a moment. "I can't believe that-" He says, pulling off your overknee socks. "-you'd ever think of yourself anything less than perfect." He says, placing a gentle kiss to the colorful image now forever placed under your skin by his skilled hands. He continues to display his affection over your skin, wandering over your stomach up to your chest, where he playfully bites just above your breast. He struggles with the front of your bra for a second, unsure how to open the undergarment without breaking it, as you help a little; letting them spring free. But only for a moment.

Because in the next, he's got them in his hands, palms gently moving over them, feeling their softness as he groans. "You're so sweet." he comments, as he finally kisses your lips, smile interrupting him every now and then. "So soft." Another kiss. "So delicate." Another one. "And all mine, yeah?" He asks, and you nod, smiling as he grins back, the expression making him look so young and carefree you can't help but wonder how anyone could ever think he's a bad man.

He's anything but.

He's so careful touching you, so delicate in moving his palms over your skin, as if its the most divine thing he's ever felt. He's still smiling, as if in a trance, while he can't stop kissing you. Your hands move into his hair- way softer than you thought it would be, and he groans into your mouth at the feeling of your fingers running over his scalp.

There's no urgency in anything he does.

He slowly moves again, hands opening your legs for him as he sits back on his heels, playfully pulling you closer by the backs of your knees, making you giggle. "You sound so sweet baby." He tells you, innocently, as if he's not currently placing his hand onto your center, ring finger collecting your already leaking wetness before he spreads it, moving his thumb over your most sensitive bundle of nerves while his ring finger enters you slowly. You whine at the feeling, not enough to get you as riled up as you'd like to be. Also; this is the first time you're genuinely experiencing foreplay. You don't know what to do- and Jungkook seems to pick up on that. "You good?" He asks, and you nod.

"I.." You say, breathless as he tilts his head, smile still present on his lips. "What should I do?" You ask, as his eyes widen.

"You?" He wonders, before he stops for a moment. "Don't tell me- this is your first time?" He asks, now genuinely worried he might've gone too fast.

"No.." You admit. "But uhm.. no one's ever, like.. you know, what you're doing.." You say, and that's when it clicks for him.

What kind of guys did you date before him that never gave you any attention like this? He's upset by it, but also weirdly cheered on by that simple fact; it gives him even more reason to make sure you'll get the most out of it. "Ah, I see.." He humms out, letting another finger stretch your entrance for him. "..well, I'm not like that." He explains, before he moves, face now close to your center- and you're unsure what he's going to do. "Trust me." He says, mumbles out, before his tongue places itself flat onto your clit, licking painfully slow as you move your hands over your mouth, trying to keep your noises in. "nuh-uh baby." He scolds, free hand pulling yours away. "Let me hear you." He demands, before he places his mouth back where it was.

Your mind is completely blank at this moment, the only thing you can really concentrate on being Jungkook, working you up so quickly you feel dizzy. It's new, and it's a little weird- but it's more than anything you've ever experienced before. And it brings you towards your end so suddenly you suddenly gasp out, back arching off the mattress as you grab at the sheets below, one hand grasping for Jungkooks, who lets you ride out your high to its fullest. "So pretty." He comments after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling at your blissed out state.

"Kook-" You say, moving as you sit up, less shy now that your brain is still clouded by pleasure.

"Ah- you don't have to." He tells you, but you shake your head, and he lets you. He slips out of his clothes, finally bare, and you would've taken time to look at all the different pieces of art decorating his body- if it wasn't for his cock, red and ready in front of you. Usually, you would've let your insecurities and doubts get the best of you. But this was Jungkook. And you wanted to really believe that nothing you would do could ever be judged by him. So there was no hesitation as your hands reached out for him, gently moving, before you took him in, your lips wrapping themselves around his tip, before you moved downwards, fitting as much as you comfortably could. Meanwhile, Jungkook himself was steadying himself with one hand on the mattress, while the other was buried into your hair, his own head thrown back as he closed his eyes.

Of course he had fantasized about this every now and then; but he had never thought you'd actually be comfortable doing it. And even if- nothing he could've imagined would've ever compared to the real deal happening. There was something absolutely mindblowing about the way that you handled him, your sweet and pretty presence looking so divine doing such a sinful act with him. He had to pull you off by your hair, gently, because any more, and he would've been a goner. "G-Good god baby." He chuckles, pushing you a bit so you were on your back again, reaching for his bedside table to search for a condom. "I swear to god if I- HAH!" He tells you in victory, hands making quick work of opening the foil package and wrapping the safety over his length. "I swear I would've run out butt naked to buy one if I wouldn't have found this." He says with a grin, making you laugh.

"That's weird." You comment, and he chuckles, entering you slowly as to not hurt you, his breathing labored as he still kept the lighthearted energy going.

"You think?" He asks, and you nod, giggling as your eyes close, the feeling of him filling you up too good to keep them open. "Hm no." He said breathlessly. "Would've probably put on some pants maybe." He says, before he starts thrusting. "Doesn't matter if it means I'd get to fuck you." He says, and you giggle again.

"Kook!" You scold him, and he still continues to thrust into you, exhaling forcefully as he kisses your neck.

"What?" He whines high pitched as if to imitate you.

"Be serious!" You tell him, but can't help your own smile either.

"Oh, why though?" He says. "We're making love, not war baby." He whispers into your ear, and you still laugh at it.

"I can't believe you!" You complain playfully, moaning out when he suddenly thrusts with more force, obscene noises now interrupting you two as he picks up his pace, clenching his jaw.

"And-" He starts. "I can't believe how fucking good you feel." He presses out, hand now reaching between the two of you as he brings you towards an earth-shattering orgasm, making you mewl as you can feel yourself bursting. "Good girl!" He praises, watching as you squirt all over him, his own orgasm hitting him soon after as he grunts out, finally slowing down until he stills completely, his mouth attached to your neck to place gentle kisses and teasing bites near your pulse point.

"I love you." He mumbles out, and your eyes sting.

Because yeah, you love him- you absolutely do, but hearing it from him, hearing it in such an honest and warm-hearted tone, having this final proof of his own feelings towards you, makes you emotional. "Baby, why're you crying?" He chuckles out of breath, wiping your tears as you smile, and finally look at him with glossy eyes.

"Cause I love you too." You say. "So much."

And he can't help but grin at you.

You really are the sweetest thing.

You watch as Hana walks out of Taehyungs studio, arm wrapped up in clear foil as she walks towards your counter, pulling out her purse. "Taehyung agreed on 345." She says, until Taehyung yells another number out of his studio, making her eyes roll. She wasn't supposed to come back- but Taehyung had agreed to finish her piece at least. "Alright, here you go." She says, watching as you counted the money. "Does Jungkook work today?" She asks, and you nod. "I'm just gonna go say hi then. You can finish the receipt yeah?" She says overly sweet, and you're about to tell her that Jungkook doesn't want anyone entering without his permission, but he's already walking out his studio, black sweater and silver necklaces on full display as he walks towards you. "Jungkookie!" Hana exclaims, but her face drops almost chomically as she watches Jungkook walk up behind you, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder as he looks over it onto your screen.

"Oh, looks like I'm done for the day. You need anything Hana?" He asks innocently, one hand on your desk while the other rests on your chair behind your back.

"I- just wanted to apologize for uhm.. the emails. I didn't know you'd read them." She says, and you slowly close all programs, while Jungkooks humms out something.

"Yeah, I figured." He says, before he shakes his head. "As I said, I'm letting it go. No hard feelings." He says, shrugging, before he walks towards his studio again, stopping in his tracks for a second. "Ah, baby, can you text Jin-Hyung and ask him if we can come now? I'm actually starving I swear." He says, and you nod with red cheeks, pulling out your phone.

"Huh." Comes from Hana, as she takes the receipt from you. "I honestly.. would've never thought." She mumbles, before she simply leaves, without any more words.

Yeah. You would've honestly never thought either.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. Please consider supporting me on Ko-Fi.com/bonnykookoo. Thank you for reading.

[bluecookies02]

Dabi x Reader- I Run To You /nsfw/

warnings: praise/degradation, sex oriented quirk?(meaning succubus-ish!Reader), choking, overstimulation, squirting, pinning/slightly obsessed reader.

The reader becomes a villain-->brief mentions of blood, mentions of Touya's "death".

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Maybe you're supposed to feel some sort of remorse when you see your childhood friend on the screen, blue flames hugging every corner of the building he's in, the poor glass shattering and melting as the reporters hurriedly fly around to catch every evidence and information they can.

You couldn't see much of his face, but the way he carried himself and the exact patterns of his scarred arm were enough for her. You only needed one glance.

It took a few months for you to wrap your head around it. Trying to push down the anger and grief by finding excuses for whatever he's doing. You became obsessed though, super fixated on every last trail of him you can find.

Years went by fast. Gaining the trust of other villains was fairly easy when you share the same hatred for the heroes. It brings you a sense of belonging and they listen. They listen and feel your anger, understand loss better than anyone else you tried to talk to before. You don't receive stupid condolences and bullshit like "it gets better" or "that's what faith had in store for you". You get raw emotion, telling you exactly what you yearned to hear, finally knowing that you're not crazy and that there are people who have enough braincells to see through the terrible facades the society has been smearing over everybody's eyes.

It's hard at first, watching blood and flesh rip through the air you breathe as your shoes leave red trails that follow your step...until they don't...they get mixed and lost and the footprints you once knew were yours look foreign, you don't know where you came from, you just know where you're headed.

You come back to your small apartment almost every night, writing down and scribbling each piece of information before it has the chance to be forgotten, intent on not letting a single detail slip.

You find it bizarre. You wanted to be a hero. For as long as your memory goes, you admired and glorified the kind and selfless faces you saw on TV, and in your own house.

He wanted to be a hero too? Even more than you. You're close, just a handful of months and you'd earn yourself a place. You know it.

Would he remember you?

Your pen breaks under the pressure of your palm, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You stack the notebooks neatly, locking your door before plopping on your pillow.

All of this for a boy...how silly of you...Would he be happy to have someone familiar next to him?

You feel lonely...You miss the comfort of the past and you wonder if he does too. Did he even like you back then? You dig for every memory of him smiling at you, gracing your hand while the two of you played the games on his computer.

Then your eyes wander to the pictures on your wall, collages of newspapers with his face on it. He aged like fine wine. Strong and handsome. His hands are something you can't look away from, his long fingers keeping you in a trance while you snuggle under your blanket, slipping your hand in your shorts. Just this time.

You bend your legs at your knees, head craned to look at the pictures on your walls, mouth loosely open. You take your time working your clit, imagining how he would do it. How he would take his time exploring you after not seeing you for so long.

Your ass bucks off the bed a little, humping against your fingers, almost dipping into your greedy pussy, ghosting over the slicked up hole and spreading the nice coat of the slimy wetness across your folds.

Would he be good at eating you out? Stretching his scarred jaw to fit his mouth over your cunt and lap at it, sticking his tongue out as far as it can go.

You stretch your shorts to fit your hand in, pressing two fingers on each side of the sensitive nub, using your other hand to flick at the exposed pearl. It almost burns from the pressure, too sensitive when it's not hidden under the thin layer.

What if he had his tongue pierced? Imagining the metal on you, swirling over every inch, digging into you as it bumps your clit. You can't make yourself wait anymore, pulling your shorts down and pressing your knees to your tummy. Like he's there in the room, giving him a perfect view of your dripping hole, untouched and clenching around nothing as you trail your finger across it.

You slip two of them in, too horny to drag it out anymore, you start pumping them in and out of your pussy, convulsing and shivering each time you hit that spot while you arch off the bed. Your other hand works your clit, chasing the trashing of your hips while your drenched cunt pools around your fingers, the sound making you high. It's wet and erotic, your palm slamming against your other hand, the rhythm on your clit rushed and messy, interrupting the pace you need.

You imagine his skilled fingers on you again, precisely circling your swollen nub as he stuffs you with his cock, his hot breath on your neck while his dyed hair tickles your face, wet kisses adoring your skin as he's about to stuff you full of his cum, press your legs to your stomach until they feel like they're gonna break. He'd try to go deeper than possible, holding your neck so that he can kiss you properly as your bodies rock the bed.

He'd cum first, seconds before you just to make sure that you milk every last drop as you cum and pulse around his shaft, your pussy gripping and sucking him in while he still balls deep inside you, groaning into your mouth.

The sensation of him shaking against you sends you over the edge, your breath being knocked out of you as your thighs flex and clench together, squeezing your hands and trapping them in place.

You're gasping for breath, eyes closing and ears buzzing from your high, light thrust against your clit coming to a stop as you slowly calm down.

Bliss washes over you as you lay there for a bit, chest rising and falling, your body completely relaxed.

You hope it'll all turn out to be worth it and joining the League would just be another step from many to go. Yet you still hope that your feelings were mutual back then. You experience loss too early in your teen years and a lot has changed since. But one thing was constant, you never stop loving someone even after they're gone, and Touya is the biggest proof of that.

You still had his books, pens, shirts and all of the notes the two of you passed around during dinners or classes...and you held onto them long before you found out he was still somewhere out there.

He was stoic and cold most of the time, his affections looked calculated, keeping you on the line throughout the whole friendship, not letting the two of you slip into a relationship. Pausing his flirting as soon as you seemed to get your hopes up.

If not a relationship, you want closure, and you want him, in any form you can have him.

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Slowly you wake up to a pattern of knocks on your bedside table, not having the time to panic or get scared as you're slipping away from your dreams.

When you finally do see a tall white-haired man next to your bed, you raise your hands up in defense, heart skipping beats and toes curling as you back away to the headboard.

"Quiet a stalker aren't you?" Red eyes pierce through you, your quirk activating for a split second until he grabs a hold of your ankle with four fingers.

"You know what the fifth one does...so behave nicely, I'm not here to kill you" You look around the room, avoiding the uncomfortable gaze of the leader.

The shame of your interior upsetting you more than the initial fear of getting murdered.

"How did you get in?" Your locks are too good to be broken down, your alarm system expensive(but stolen) and working perfectly.

A purple portal flashes in the middle of the room. Well not so perfectly, you figure.

"I won't snitch on your obsession cause I couldn't care less, I want you in the League. Pack your shit or run." Your eyes are wide open, watching as the man slips into a portal and disappears, the purple mist still glowing in front of you.

You hurriedly grab a small suitcase, stuffing everything you know is important, already having some luggage packed in case you had to move fast for whatever reason. It comes in handy being organized.

You hide the newspapers you took off your walls, slipping them between your clothes and zipping the suitcase. First impression matters, so you risk wasting a bit of time to pick out an outfit, making yourself look presentable before you slip into a mellow cloud, dragging your stuff with you.

Your heart is pounding, blood rushing to the tips of your ears and the pads of your fingers, pulsing and warming you up.

The leader greets you again, grinning as he leads you to a room, telling you to make yourself at home.

"I wanted to give you a roommate, but that would be distracting" he teases, his teeth still showing as he closes the door behind you. The room is warm and surprisingly not messy at all. Yes, some things are carelessly tossed on the bed or draped over the chair but everything else is neat. You figure out fairly quickly that it was probably occasionally used.

You take your time to explore the room, piling up the stuff that wasn't yours in one corner of it. You unpack one of your suitcases and half of the other, cursing yourself for bringing the evidence of your little plan.

You don't know why you brought it, it seemed useless after you found out where you're going, but you guess it's for sentimental reasons. You didn't plan for it to happen so fast. But they were indeed a bit low on numbers after recent attacks so they must've gotten impatient and started seeking out more people.

You did do everything in your power to get noticed so you do want to take some credit. You smoothen out the sheets before you sit on the bed, thighs rubbing together from nervousness.

Is he on a mission?

How can you play it cool?

What's his favorite food now?

What are his interests?

Does anything make him particularly happy...maybe a hobby?

Should you try using your quirk to lure him in?

Does he know you exist?

Will he recognize you?

Would he remember you even after you tell him?

Maybe you shouldn't tell him.

You stop before you get too deep in your thoughts, deciding that you should make yourself comfortable. It's very likely that he's not there anyways, and he might not even show up soon, sitting there all alone is just making you more anxious.

You decide to leave the room, curious to meet other members that you heard in the hallways a few minutes ago. They were all headed to the same place, so you decided to go to what you figured was the living room.

The smell of alcohol got stronger, and the small giggles and banter got louder. You fixed your clothes one last time before opening the door, seeing the all too familiar faces in the room.

A blonde-haired girl ran to you, almost tumbling them both to the floor as she giggled excitedly.

"I was dying for more girls in this dump, they all stink" she whined, sniffing your shirt. She was grabbed by the collar by the boss, his pinkie up as the girl huffed.

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So that's exactly how you met everyone, sitting on the bar as you silently wished the last member showed any desire in greeting you. He was sprawled out on the sofa in the far end of the room, a beer in hand and a cigarette in his mouth. You've never seen someone so unapproachable before, and it had to be him of all people.

Yet you didn't take it to heart. He was always like this...well minus the alcohol. New people didn't phase him, even more, he hated new. You're not worthy of his time until he deems you as so and you figure he never met "you" before.

But you do glance at him. The whole fucking night, chatting with others but always slipping and almost getting caught. They pointed it out but you just brushed it off as being curious to why he doesn't look like he's enjoying himself.

Even tho, you can practically feel his gaze on your back each time you turn away, feeling flustered you sip on your drink through the night, blushing when you catch him averting his gaze.

He is intrigued, to say the least. The way you move and talk is intoxicating, your voice feeling like something he had forgotten a long time ago. It reminds him of his past and it makes him fairly angry...but it brings some form of comfort he didn't feel in a while. He'll be selfish enough to indulge himself.

And he does. Months. Seeping into years.

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Missions are exhausting, so far you've been on more than you could bring yourself to count. On the run for weeks with little to no rest wasn't the luxurious lifestyle younger you dreamed about.

The comfort of the not so soft bed never felt more heavenly than now. A cheap motel wasn't your form of rest either, but you had to deal, hopping in for a not so relaxing shower with water that jumped from freezing to burning hot every second, tho it did an amazing job on easing the coil in your stomach.

Your quirk is taking a toll on you, control over it fading away as soon as you are laying clean and fresh on the bed. Too much...You were working too much and just teasing the victims never seemed to satiate your quirks' hunger. You second guess your path a lot, especially when you end up alone and exhausted, but you never think about quitting...as weird as that feels. It has its perks you guess...

Him being your partner wasn't one of them. He's practically eating you up, showing off in front of you but ignoring you all the same. You feel like crying from frustration, huffing to yourself before digging into your backpack and grabbing your small toy. It's been a few weeks since you could indulge yourself, the tension of your muscles painful.

Tears are almost freely rolling down your cheeks, your quirk making you feel dizzy as you slip the toy against your clit.

His voice is rough and quiet in your head, the conversations you had playing on repeat, searching for anything that you might've missed.

Every time you thought of one, it was followed by a memory of him pushing you away, smirking before going to do his own thing. He always had a smart mouth, flirting with you but making sure to step right off when he feels like he's dancing on that line.

You bit back equally though, returning the snarky comments and putting up a tough facade all while you tried to cling onto every thread of hope he threw your way.

He was almost sure he heard you though, his real name followed by a muffled cough as you tried your hardest to drown it with small talk. A moment of pure joy after you both made it out alive and safe made you let your guard down.

And when he called off the rest of the mission for the day out of nowhere, you were almost sure too.

But he isn't here now. He didn't follow you, and you're certainly all alone in this empty room. He'll come around...or he'll leave in the middle of the night. You wouldn't be able to blame him for either.

He's in the room right next to you, his fist wrapped tightly around his cock and his eyes squinted shut. He knows exactly who you remind him of, knows exactly what he felt as soon as you joined. You were always similar to her.

Awfully similar.

He knows.

It doesn't feel fair. Not to you or him. But he can't think. He can't focus and he can't stop himself from moaning out your name as his cock slicks up with pre-cum, his other going to his balls and squeezing them lightly.

He feels drunk, even though he didn't drink...well more than the usual amount... his body is burning like it's on fire...which isn't a foreign feeling to him. But it's different, the blood in his veins is warm, surging to the tips of his hands and toes as he fucks into his own fist. He's almost in a haze, fighting the urge to get up and slam your door open. If he runs away now, you'll be safer, maybe quit the League if he's lucky.

But he can't win, messily pulling his pants up and slipping on his shoes, grabbing your door handle in less than a blink as he tries to go back one last time. He has a primal need that pulls him towards you, even when he's not in the same room, it urges him to reach out and chase you, grip on the last straw of sanity and happiness that happens to be you.

Your toy buzzes faintly, sweat gracing your body while you so desperately try to cum. You're too sad and it doesn't help in reaching your high at all, but if you don't do it you feel like you might explode. He knows and he doesn't want you. You wasted your life away. You deserve it for being a creep.

He opens the door cautiously, feeling his cock pulse against the loose buckle. The lamp highlights your tear-stained cheeks and it's criminally hot, illegal even, making his toes curl.

You notice him immediately, dropping the toy on the mattress and using the sheet to cover as best as you can.

"I can't believe you" he whispers.

"Please..." you whine, drinking in the sight of him, wiping the tears with the back of your hand. To leave or to stay...any of the two.You know desire when you see it, praying that he came to quench it.

You're so desperate, craving him, letting go of your quirk and sending hormones to clash and bite against his skin.

You'll lie if you have to, say how you couldn't control it for a second more.

Nothing matters now when he's crawling up your naked body like a starved man, ripping the sheets away, digging his nails into your sides as he ravages your skin like it's the sweetest thing he's ever tasted.

And it probably is, the soft nibbles turning rough and hungry as you struggle to hold one, tangling your hands in his hair. You try to pull on it, yearning to kiss him and pour everything you feel against his lips, even if you're just a fuck, you need him to know that you never forgot him.

He doesn't budge, instead, he makes quick work of his pants, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

The room is too warm for you, the air too thick to breathe. You don't know if you want to stop and talk first....maybe you'll have the chance later?

"This is your fault" he huffs, slipping one hand to his boxers to ease the tension, gripping his cock tightly. He'll have to rush it, groaning when your legs subconsciously twitch and spread to let him fit in between.

"I feel like a fucking teenager" he argues, cupping your pussy and hunching over you.

He's missing a few steps, but seeing you so desperate and aching to cum urges him to help you out first.

"Since when did you start luring me in with your stupid quirk huh? Part of your little plan?" he questions, not letting you answer.

You're shaking your head, trying to mumble how you never tricked him into wanting you, not until this exact moment. But words are not your friend right now.

His eyes pierce through yours, beautiful blue swallowed up by the black of his pupils, half-lidded stare stripping you naked. Bare and vulnerable as your back arches, ghosting his fingers over the right spots and making you moan out a soft "Dabi".

It doesn't sound right on your tongue, and he sees the way it rolls off your lips, strained and dishonest.

His large hand wraps around your throat, holding you in place as he works the small bud, lowering his lips dangerously close, whispering across yours.

"Don't close your eyes." he demands.

It's in his arms reach, and everything is so close to making sense. If you look at him, he might start feeling like himself again. One of his fingers slowly dips inside your warmth, dragging the pad of it gently while he presses his thumb against your clit.

Your soft lips fit on his, your hands pulling him in by the back of his neck. He wants to make it slow and romantic, a nice reunion, yet he lets you slip your tongue in his mouth, deepening the kiss.

He's not holding himself up anymore, his body's weight shifting onto you with each thrust of his finger, the clacking sound of your pussy urging him to move even faster, make you feel even better. He adds in another one, watching you mewl and relax.

"That's fucking right, you wanted it, you fucking planned this, you sick fuck" he muses, catching you off guard. There's something bittersweet in the fact that he'll never be able to leave every little aspect of his life behind.

Before you even try to mumble something out, his lips are slamming against yours, teeth clashing and pulling on your soft skin.

You clench around him, riding his fingers greedily and roaming your hands across his back, fisting and gripping at his shirt.

You can feel the blood on your tongue, hissing when he pulls out only to slap his palm over your clit, causing you to yelp and pull away from the kiss.

"Touya, listen-" He shakes his head, nails digging into the flesh of your ass.

"You little stalker...how much work did you do for this cock huh?" he presses against you for good measure, making you feel his hot length on your cunt.

"You have no fucking idea" you snarl, gaining some of the confidence back, wiggling from beneath him.

He kicks his shoes and boxers all the way off, getting on your bed and pulling you to him.

His shirt is thrown messily to the edge of the bed, his hands pressing on the small of your back so that you can tower over him, trapping him between your thighs as he leans against the headboard.

Your ass slides over his cock, your hips moving slowly while he trails your figure, gliding his warm fingers across your thighs and up to your breasts.

Both of his hands cup the soft mounds, eyes glued to yours as he sticks his tongue out of his mouth. Hypersensitive to every little touch, your body shivers as he takes gentle, almost there swipes across your nipple, moving his arms back to your sides while he slips the sensitive bud in his mouth.

He lowers his thumb to your clit, flicking it slowly while he nips at your tits, biting and sucking marks across the smooth skin. His cock hooks and prods at your hole each time you both sway against each other, teasing you until the knot in your belly becomes too tight, skin crawling with pleasure wherever his body meets yours. He can hear your breath hitching in your throat, grinning while he speeds up the work on your clit, patiently waiting for you to start arching into his hand. He's gonna make you feel so good...convince you that chasing after him was the best decision you made in your life. Make up for all the years you had to deal with everything on your own.

He can feel your pussy clenching around the tip of his cock, making him push up in one slow and deep motion, immediately feeling the spasms of your soft walls gripping tight around his length. You let out a shaky breath, riding out the first high that finally satiates your quirk if only for a bit, making you drop your weight on him.

"There we go...Feeling better?" the ground might swallow you up, but when his hips start to lazily buck into you, you get distracted...You didn't notice how full you are, every inch pushing and stretching perfectly. You realize his finger never really stopped, only slowed down while he built up the agonizing pace he's bouncing you on.

You know your quirk makes you needy, but it makes everyone even more so, the realization that he probably feels like 9 circles of hell causing your hips to move, meeting his thrusts more roughly.

His head moves back to the headboard, eyes glued to yours as you ride him, propping yourself on his shoulders.

He ignored the burn of his body, too intoxicated and keen on making you feel better to focus on his aching cock, getting drowned in pleasure now that he can experience everything clearly.

You're beautiful.... and he wants to break you, make you blabber his name as you cling to him like he's the only one that can make you feel good. And he's gonna make sure he is. He admires you for a moment, cheeks heating up while watches your tits bounce, your eyes averting under his stare.

Your world turns upside down, your head sinking into a soft pillow as your legs are pushed as far as they can go.

You're scared to look away now, his gaze never breaking when he starts plowing in and out of your cunt, slamming his cock all the way in with each thrust.

His feet dig into your mattress, making the cheap bed creak.

You don't know where to put your hands, switching from the sheets to your thighs.

"Dumb little whore...is this all it takes?" he moves lower to you, pressing your spit coated lips against his.

You manage to hook your arms around his neck, swinging your legs behind his back.

He's plowing too deep, his navel bumping against your clit. He can't make himself pull out at all anymore, stuck on humping inside your pussy, slamming and angling his cock until you cry out.

Panting and groaning against your lips, he manages to slip a few curses, hissing when he tries to stop himself from cumming. Your quirk is cruel.

His fingers tangle in your hair, holding you still as he bottoms out completely, feeling his cock throb and spill, your walls tightening up against his shaft as hot cum paints them white.

He's high and addicted, already fucking his cum deeper, making sure it goes into every little crease and pore it can reach. You slip your fingers to your clit, trying to get yourself off while he rocks both of you.

"You wanna cum? Wanna milk my cock again huh? Want me to knock you up?" He's stammering it out, words spilling from his mouth in a rush, feeling the burning of his sensitive head as he picks up the pace again, slapping your hands away.

He raises just a bit, pressing one of his large palms on your belly.

His other hand slips to your clit instead, circling and flicking it to make you reach your high before he fills you up again.

Your whining does nothing to slow him down, his motions too rough and almost painful, your cervix bruising up when he presses even harder on your tummy, making your hips buck off the bed.

"Want you to cum...want you to make a mess..." he urges, a low rumble in his throat.

You can only nod, grabbing both of your thighs and spreading them further for him, your pussy open and on display to him to watch as it hugs his cock, slick and dripping.

You have to close your eyes, too embarrassed as you feel the burning sensation surge through you, eyes watering from the pressure as you finally let go. Your whole body tenses up, a low scream slipping out of your mouth when clear liquid splashes over your thighs and stomach, leaking onto his cock.

"Fucking hell" is all you can hear before he stuffs you full again, this time dropping onto your chest as his knees and feet numb out, hot breath tickling your neck as he moans against your skin.

Your weak hands slump on his back, muscles relaxed and barely working.

Someone is supposed to say something...minutes passing by quickly.

Your tired voice fills the room, a soft "Touya..." reaching his ears as you trail off. You're not sure what you wanted to say, but he holds you a little tighter, heart beating faster at the sound of his name.

He kisses your cheek softly, snuggling into the crook of your neck. "Fucking creep".

[shokobuns]

green light.

PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader

GENRE: angst, smut, gatsby au

WORD COUNT: 2.9k+

WARNINGS: smut (17+), angst, major character death, size kink, unprotected sex, implied overstim, praise

NOTES: this is for @erensbunny's collab! thanks for betaing @mitsuluv <3

Miles away from your own household, there’s nothing and no one.

Only a flower field that stretches beyond the horizon, the hues of orange and purple in the sky, round sunglasses and a picnic blanket. It’s miles of pink and green, far from family fortune, far from status, far from your own obligations. Places like these were too few and far between, but it doesn’t matter because life hasn’t started and there was nothing to tie you down just yet.

He interlocks his fingers with yours, bringing the back of your hand to his lips while you giggle, staring into his cerulean eyes. Your sundress stops at your ankles, ruffles following down in a pattern, and his button up fits loosely around his torso, the first few undone revealing his pale chest. His other hand comes up to caress your cheek, causing you to pull the brim of your hat down to hide your face, but he swats it away, wanting to admire your flushed cheeks.

The sunset perfectly illuminates your skin and while there was nothing to separate the two of you just yet, there will be something that does. And so, he treats every moment as if it was the last, memorizing the creases of your face when you smile, the pearls complimenting your skin, the sound of your laughter. You, on the other hand, don’t think much about what’s to come. Because for right now, you feel too much love, too much to the point where it clouds your thoughts of the future.

“I love you.”

“Love you, too, Satoru.”

A small phrase that can only be uttered when you’re miles away, a place where it is just you and Satoru and you and Satoru only. And while you can fall into the rabbit hole of what they would think and what they would do and what might happen, you can also enjoy the way Satoru kisses down your neck, how he gently lays you down on the floral picnic blanket and hikes up your long dress.

A bright past and a dark present.

Both of you are miles away, yes, but not together.

Satoru faces the dark present in which you’ve slipped through his fingers and into the arms of Naoya Zenin. The dark present in which you have it all, a husband, a daughter, and a house to call your own while he is simply just a lonely man in a large, empty mansion. Even when he can see the green light flashing just across the bay, you still feel far away.

Despite the distance, he’s thankful that he gets the chance to see you at all, watching his neighbor and quickly introducing himself as the owner of the house. It was one party after another after another after another and at this point he’s lost count of how many dollars were spent on this single hope—the hope that you’d show up someday and he found it in his new neighbor.

You still remember that night that you ripped off your necklace, gorgeous and costing hundreds at the least, the pearls clattering on your hardwood floors, a tear stained letter—it was all so vivid. Drowning in your own sorrow and missed opportunity, the stench of alcohol on you and your bedsheets, it was not a night you would like to remember. Mostly because it reminds you of what you could have had and stirs up feelings of regret that makes you sick to your stomach every time you see your husband.

His face, chiseled perfectly and flat hair, sharp eyes and soft lips. When you wake up in the mornings and see his face, it only brings you disappointment. But the sound of your daughter’s feet pitter pattering through the hallways somewhat makes up for it. She doesn’t look like him and you thank whatever higher power is up there that she doesn’t. With wide set eyes and chubby cheeks, you only wish her an easy life where she can do the same—be a fool—but this time, with a man she loved.

Cradling her in your arms made the dark present not so dark. And your younger cousin being nearby only brightened it up just a little bit more.

What a lovely boy, inviting you over for tea. You had missed him in the years he was gone and it would be nice to escape the house once in a while. With a simple purple dress and pearl earrings, you’re out the door and into the car. After a silent fifteen minute drive, the driver stops in front of a quaint cottage, lively green grass and flowers growing along the little columns. The area surrounding his house is perfectly neat, trimmed, and organized. Already, you can tell the interior would be pleasing to the eye.

Megumi comes out of the house, politely walking you to his door and keeping you dry as the rain poured down onto the two of you. Just as you expected, the interior is just as beautiful, varieties of flowers on almost every surface, the colors complimenting each other. You stare, admiring the whites, the yellows, and the pinks of each petal, thankful that your little cousin went to such lengths for a small visit.

“Did you ransack a greenhouse, Gumi?”

He’s silent, still at the door, but you hear a small chuckle. “You know, it’s funny.”

“What’s funny?”

Just as the words leave your mouth, there’s a knock on his door and goes up to answer it. You go back to admiring the flowers for a few more seconds, but you feel a presence behind you and turn around only to be met with a man in a white suit, matching his newly styled hair, blue eyes piercing through you with an intense gaze, his sunglasses in hand. You’re frozen in place and your feet are unable to lift from the ground, but he takes a few hesitant steps towards you, waiting for some kind of reaction.

“Well, I’m certainly glad to be seeing you again.”

With that, he smiles, “I’m certainly glad to be seeing you, as well.”

“It’s… beautiful.”

“You like it?”

“I love it. But how do you live here all alone?”

“I don’t. It’s always full of interesting people.”

Every single shrub is neatly trimmed, water flows gently in the fountain, flowers blooming in the garden. The mansion is huge, too big for only one person, and pristine on both the inside and the outside. The first place Satoru takes you is out on the water where you sit by him, a drink in your hand, Megumi taking pictures of the scenery and the people around him. He holds out his hand for you to hold as you try to steady yourself on the float, a drink in one hand and the other holding onto his shoulder.

“Smile.” You hear Megumi say, but you’re far too busy with Satoru tickling your sides, squirming as he coos small teases. The camera clicks, capturing the both of you in the moment.

When he brings all of you back inside his home, you’re in awe of the sparkling chandelier hanging from his ceiling, the gold lining the walls of the second floor, the sturdy architecture, shiny black and yellow floors. It’s a contrast from what you would have expected from Satoru who was once a humble soldier, plucking from your bedroom in the night and bringing you to a faraway place just to escape. You were once ready to accept the reality that status set the two of you apart, but now you wonder if it even is an issue.

But you’re old money and he’s new money.

How did he acquire all of this? His house? His clothes? The entirety of his wealth? You’re not exactly sure, but you don’t let your mind wander, opting to run up the grand white staircase, getting to the second floor only to be met with a black floor so spotless that you can see your own reflection. Along with Megumi, he follows behind you, watching every single movement and every single expression on your face. Eventually, he catches up next to you, motioning for you to follow him into a room with a single bed and another small set of stairs, rambling about where he gets his clothes.

“I’ve never seen anything like it.” You reply, excitedly looking around the room where there’s countless shelves, all full of fabrics. “They’re so beautiful.”

He smiles at you from above, beginning to pull the clothing from the shelves and throwing them down for you to see. You giggle, a wide smile plastered on your face as different pinks, whites, and purples take over your vision. “Satoru, you’re gonna ruin them!”

He’s careless, letting half of his wardrobe fly out in the air and you struggle to catch them all, falling over into the bed. You’re elated, the variety of clothing making you squeal in delight as you jump onto the mattress, sitting in the middle, surrounded by fabric of different patterns and colors. You’re buried in them and he doesn’t stop until the sound of your laughter starts to die down. His chest fills with concern as he races down the stairs to comfort your disoriented figure on the bed.

Tears start to form in the corners of your eyes, sliding down your cheeks and soon you feel his fingers come down to your chin to turn your head towards him. Although, you avoid eye contact, not wanting to confront the reality that it’s been five years. “Hey, shhh,” he coos, his voice softening, “What’s wrong, bunny?”

It’s a loaded question and you already have the answer in your head, on the tip of your tongue, but the more you think, the more you realize that there isn’t a right way to express it to Satoru. A daughter, a husband that you supposedly love, a life supported by old money. Five years away from the love of your life only for him to randomly appear back into your life during a time of stability. And even with your vague knowledge of Naoya’s mistress, you’re the perfect wife for him, foolish and obedient.

But still, your heart is drawn to Satoru—it always has been and it always will be.

“It— It makes me sad…” you reply with a meek voice, “The shirts… they’re just so beautiful.”

He chuckles, kissing the side of your head.

“Fuck! Satoru—” you squeal, his leaking tip prodding at your slit. It’s all familiar, but it doesn’t make it any easier to take him. After five years apart, you forget how big he is, veins running down the side of his pretty cock, long and heavy against your inner thigh. You’ve already lost how many times he’s made you cum on his mouth, your overstimulated cunt aching for more.

“I got you,” he mutters, rubbing your pearl in lazy circles as he pushes in, slowly filling you up inch by inch, “S-So big—”

‘“Yeah?” he coos, maintaining a bruising grip on your hips, “I’m barely halfway in. Just hold on, bunny.”

You nod, tears streaming down your face as he tries to distract with more kisses on your cheeks, gently brushing them away with his thumb. Your hole stretches to take him, splitting in half until you feel his tip kissing your cervix. His mouth latches onto your breast, his hips moving in slow strokes, his hands rubbing reassuring circles on the side of your thigh. “Such a good bunny,” he praises, “Pretty girl.”

“Mhm,” you squeak, feeling him as he starts to fasten the pace, wet squelches echoing throughout the entirety of the bedroom, “I- I missed you.”

“I missed— fuck!— you,” he replies, groaning at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. A string of drool connects his mouth to your nipple, drunk on your pussy, becoming more and more mindless as your cunt sucks him in. The pain of him stretching you out subsides, replaced by the heat building up in your lower tummy. His cock drags against your gummy walls, his fingers interlacing with yours as he fucks into you, juices flowing from your folds down to the white sheets.

“Say you love me,” he whispers against your lips, your eyes half lidded and mind empty, “Please…”

Your eyes open only slightly, making out cerulean eyes with blown out pupils, your own fingers threading through messy white hair, “I— I love you,” you reply, your mind hazy with lust, “Fuck, give it to me. Satoru, please—”

He kisses your bottom lip, knowing exactly what to do, his thrusts becoming harder and erratic, warm skin slapping against yours, balls tightening as he gets closer and closer to his high. His cock is covered in milky white and your grip on his hand tightens at the same time he can feel you squeezing around him like a vice, the coil snapping in your tummy. He brings his lips to yours, swallowing your moans.

“Hold on for a little while longer, bunny. For me, alright?”

You nod as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear before fastening his pace, pounding against your cervix at a rapid speed. Drool spills from the corner of your mouth, eyes rolling back as the knot starts the build once again, your mind going numb as he blows his load into your swollen pussy, squeezing the plush of your hips.

“Love you,” he murmurs in your ear at the same time you’re ready to doze off, your post orgasm haze taking over you, “So much.” He continues, kissing your head.

“I love you, too,” you respond as he turns you to the side before interlocking your fingers together. It’s calming, it feels right and every moment eases your mind off the lost five years between the two of you. “Would you run away with me if you had the chance?”

You’re not sure if your mind is clouded with lust or if it was the feeling of finally being cherished by a man you wished you married or if every sense of rationality had already left you, but in a heartbeat, you respond easily.

“Yes.”

He presses his lips against your bare back before the both of you doze off together in a dreamless sleep.

It all feels surreal.

The last time you see Megumi, he tells you about the emptiness of the mansion, the vines growing against the walls, how the once trimmed bushes are now overgrown and you ask him to stop talking. As much as you love your little cousin, a mention of the house was just another reminder of what you could have had. It only fills you with regret and guilt.

Naoya kisses your head, but it’s not the same.

While you have your daughter to take care of, your husband to serve, it’s only natural for your mind to wander. It’s only natural for your heart to ache, your stomach to turn, your fists to clench. There’s too many questions of what if or what could have been. Would Satoru still be alive if you had followed through? Would you be happier? Did you make the right decision?

But once someone, anyone, walks into your room, reality hits you like a truck and you’re back to where you’re supposed to be. And your life isn’t horrible at all because when you snap back to reality, you snap back to green grass, the finest silks, and the pearls around your neck. You snap back to the perfect family, a strong husband that can protect you, a beautiful daughter that can live a simple life. It’s all old money, acquired not by bootlegging or running a speakeasy, but passed down through generations. While things aren’t perfect, they nearly are.

Still, what if you had taken your daughter with you, living in that huge mansion where the floors are spotless and gold lines the walls and ceilings?

Day by day, it eats at you and when moving day comes, it doesn’t get any easier. Maybe you weren’t cut out for this life—one where you had to worry about your status, one where you tied down to your family. Maybe you were perfect for it, overthinking each and every single problem that five lost years had caused you. You would forget about him one day, at least you think you would.

But you still remember cerulean eyes so clearly, round sunglasses, a pink tint on pale cheeks, soft lips, tousled ivory hair. And it hurts you every time because even after life, the image has a tug on your heart. He didn’t ever get to hear your last words to him, you weren’t there to comfort him, you didn’t even bother to attend his funeral. Megumi knows not to mention him around you, too. He keeps his filter on, processing his grief on his own.

Satoru reaches out to the green light across the bay, too afraid to go there on his own, but the hope of seeing you once again fuels the fire in his heart. He goes through the trouble of sacrificing his money and his time, replaying old scenes of you in his head and is thankful that he even made it this far, that he was even this close to calling you his. He reaches out one moment and he’s gone the next.

And the green light simply guides boats to the dock. It’s all it does anymore.

© this is a work of @crybabygumi, all rights reserved. do not plagiarize, copy, or repost my work on other platforms.

[ruzek-halstead]

found

part three

pairing: jay halstead x hailey upton

while chasing a lead on their homicide investigation, jay & hailey find an abandoned baby on christmas eve. as to not have the baby spend it’s first christmas at family services, it’s up to jay & hailey, with a little help from will & the rest of the team to take care of it.

“jay, you’d make a really hot dad.”

(inspired by ncis episode)

part one || part two || masterlist

warnings: swearing, fluffery

the rest of their night went by relatively smoothly (if you don’t include the part where baby alvin spit up on jay’s shoulder). hailey wasn't complaining though because she got to see a shirtless jay when he whipped his shirt off and threw it in the laundry bin.

now that it was official that jay and hailey would be spending christmas together, hailey realized she never got the chance to drop by her house to pick up extra clothes. since baby alvin was now asleep (back in his car seat because they didn't have anything more comfortable to set him on), hailey thought it was the perfect time to sneak away for an hour.

"what?" jay snapped, watching as she grabbed his keys off the counter because she drove over with him. "you can't leave me, hailey. are you insane?"

hailey rolled her eyes, shrugging on her bomber jacket. "relax. you'll be okay; he's asleep."

"have you never watched any amateur parenting movie?" he hissed, visibly panicking. "you know he's going to wake up as soon as you leave, and i don't have the slightest clue what i'm doing!"

"jay," hailey sighed, hand on the doorknob. jay was glaring so harshly at the door, as if he could keep it closed with the sheer strength of his gaze. "i just need to go home, shower and grab some clothes. i'll be back before you know it."

jay shook his head vehemently. "you can shower here."

"i need clothes."

"i have clothes. what do you think i'm wearing right now?"

extremely tight-fitting shirts is what you're wearing, hailey thought.

"seriously, jay?" hailey said, visibly deflating. "not even half an hour?"

jay latched onto her hand, gently removing his keys from her hand. "hailey, please," he mumbled in a desperate plea.

that's when she knew he was serious. jay halstead rarely, if ever, showed any vulnerability, much less, desperation. that's when she knew she couldn't leave him by himself (even if she genuinely believed he would be fine).

"fine," she conceded, throwing her jacket into his chest. "but i'm taking a nice, hot, long shower now, and you better not interrupt me because of the baby."

jay smirked slightly. "sorry hails, i don't know what you're thinking about. but no, i don't plan on interrupting you mid-shower."

hailey's grin dropped, and she slapped him on the bicep immediately. "there's a baby in the room! stop being gross, halstead."

"you mentioned it first!" he retaliated hotly. "i mean, sure. i was already thinking about you in my shower, but you still said it out loud."

hailey slapped a hand against her forehead (mostly to hide her flaming cheeks). "oh my god," she muttered in mortification, "this conversation got away from me."

"i'm gonna grab a beer," jay said and she could hear him chuckling.

"i'm going to raid your closet and shower." on her way to his bedroom, she turned to him sharply and hissed, "not another word, halstead!"

he mimed zipping his lips closed and throwing the key, but he couldn't hold back his smirk.

with a huff, hailey threw his bedroom door open. his bed was made up neatly and there were no clothes littering the floor. it didn't surprise her; there was never any garbage littering his truck and he always organized his desk before he left for the night. she assumed it was something he learned back in his military days and never lost the habit.

she'd been in his room before; not many times, but she knew her way around. she knew the bottom two drawers of his dresser contained his hoodies and joggers (because they were the biggest drawers and what he owned the most of), so she took the first one she saw. she recognized it instantly, because she had one just like it from her academy days. she dug into the bottom of his joggers drawer, pulling out the very last pair. if it was at the bottom, that meant he didn't wear them often because a) they don't fit anymore and b) they're most likely the pair that won't look as ridiculous on hailey's small frame.

hailey decided on a quick shower, because it was late and she was tired. jay's hoodie fit just how she liked it; loose and baggy. his joggers, on the other hand, were still a tad too long so she rolled them at the waist; for the night, it would do. she gathered all her old clothes and laid them on the spare couch jay had in his room, before making her way back into the living room.

the sight before her was adorable.

jay was sat with his back against the couch, with baby alvin's car seat next to him. he had a beer in one hand and the other resting near alvin. creeping closer, hailey realized his hand was inside the seat because baby alvin was holding onto one of his fingers. hailey nearly melted into the floor.

naturally, hailey had to snap another picture.

"can you stop taking pictures of me?" jay asked without even looking up. hailey fumbled with her phone, nearly dropping it at the heart attack that jay gave her. she didn't even realize he knew she was in the room. "you have the real deal right here. enjoy it."

at this, hailey rolled her eyes and made her way into the kitchen to grab a beer. when she returned, jay was getting off the phone with a grim expression.

"what happened?" she asked immediately.

jay slid the phone back into his front pocket. "nothing," he sighed. "that was dcfs. they found a home for alvin. uh — we can drop him off tomorrow morning."

"oh," hailey breathed. she wasn't sure why she felt like her chest was exploding; she'd hardly spent any time with baby alvin, and she knew all along he'd be going somewhere better. but now that it was official, and so soon, and it saddened her. "that's — uh, that's great."

jay met her gaze, his green eyes understanding. "yeah. i know."

she hadn't said anything, but he knew.

hailey glanced to the corner of the room, where jay's christmas tree was set up. it only reminded her that it was nearly christmas and their time with baby alvin was limited. so, she slid down onto alvin's other side and grabbed the remote from beside jay. "it's almost christmas and we don't have much time with him left. i'm putting on a christmas movie and we're going to hope alvin sleeps through the night. does that sound good, halstead?"

jay smirked, mimicking a salute. "copy you."

hailey decided to go with a classic christmas movie and chose 'christmas with the cranks'. she originally wanted to choose one of those cheesy hallmark christmas movies, but jay nearly tackled her for the remote. hailey wasn't sure how much time had passed but with her head resting against the couch and being as exhausted as she was, she passed out without even realizing it. jay must have dozed off too because when she woke up to soft cries, she could hear his gentle snores. she looked over to him sitting with his head lolled to the side, mouth agape adorably.

naturally, she had to snap another picture.

baby alvin seemed to perk up when he noticed hailey was awake and giving him attention. she took him out of his car seat and grabbed their makeshift diaper bag to change him. jay promised to help and she would kick his ass if he didn't, but he looked so peaceful, she decided not to wake him. she made her way into the kitchen, where it was a bit challenging to prepare a bottle while one arm was preoccupied, but she was slowly managing. it was only a few minutes later, she heard pattering behind her and saw jay. his eyes were squinted at the harsh light and he was scratching the back of his head, messing up his hair.

"what are you doing?" he mumbled sleepily. he looked so adorable, hailey forgot to reply. "why didn't you wake me?"

hailey shrugged her shoulders. jay shook his head with a slight smile and moved her out of the way, taking over the bottle duties. hailey raised a suspicious eyebrow.

"i texted nat earlier tonight after my freakout," he admitted sheepishly, "asked for some basics."

hailey nodded her head, silently impressed. baby alvin cooed happily in her arms when she started feeding him the bottle while jay watched on sleepily. he excused himself to take a quick shower and hailey busied herself with getting alvin back to sleep. he went pretty quickly and she soon found herself draped across the couch, utterly exhausted.

that's what jay walked in to see and he let out a laugh.

"is this what parenthood looks like?" he asked, lifting up her feet so he could sit underneath.

hailey sighed. "i'm assuming so. probably with more puke though."

she could feel his fingers running along her ankles soothingly. "do you want to take my bed? i'll take the couch."

"so gentlemanly of you," she smirked, chuckling. "but no, i'm okay right here. in case he wakes up again."

"i'm always gentlemanly," he shot back. "so gentlemanly that i haven't even told you how i feel about seeing you in my clothes."

hailey raised an eyebrow in his direction. he was solely staring at the tv, but she could see his jaw muscles jumping.

"how do you feel?"

i mean, he had to assume she was going to ask.

with a quick glance towards her, his lips stretched into a small smile. "better yet, let me tell you how you look," he squirmed in his seat and under her intense gaze. she wasn't surprised in the least that he didn't want to talk about his feelings (as nick miller once said "if we needed to talk about feelings, they'd be called talkings").

"if you're going to tell me they look way better on me, please save the clichés."

jay snorted. "of course not. no one looks better in my clothes than me."

"ah, such a charmer."

"shit, sorry," he mumbled, laughing. "you know i suck at this."

"jay, i don't even know what this is right now."

his hands on her ankles stilled. "i'm trying to tell you that you're beautiful and seeing you in my clothes only made me realize how much of an idiot i am that i haven't told you that before."

"oh," hailey breathed. suddenly her sass and playfulness was gone. "well, you're beautiful too."

her sass may be gone, but her ability to make any situation immediately awkward definitely wasn't.

"thanks?" jay laughed. "but you don't date cops," he added, cringing. "which is definitely a good policy. workplace romances are... complicated."

hailey swallowed nervously. this conversation was moving into uncharted territory. "and you already dated a partner before," she blurted dumbly. "and it didn't end well. because workplace romances aren't smart. tactically, they're just... not smart."

honestly, this whole conversation was a train wreck.

"we should get some sleep," he chuckled, "i don't even know what we're saying anymore."

he wasn't wrong and hailey was absolutely exhausted, so she fell asleep again without even realizing it. jay couldn't quite get to sleep because he was still beating himself up about how awkward their conversation had gotten. he simply just wanted to tell her she looked fantastic in his clothes and maybe he wanted to tell her that somewhere throughout their partnership, things had changed. at least for him, they had. but his mouth and his brain experienced some kind of disconnection and he had no idea what the hell he ended up saying instead. he ended up falling asleep with similar thoughts running through his mind, and only woke up hours later when baby alvin was screaming at the top of his lungs.

hailey was now curled into herself on the couch and jay was slumped over her. hailey groaned, kicking his hip with her foot. he cursed, flinching awake.

"it's your turn, halstead."

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after baby alvin woke jay up at six am, he couldn't get back to sleep.

after all, it was christmas day.

jay busied himself with caring for baby alvin, surprising himself at his lack of panic. once he was finished and set him down in the playpen will brought, he made a fresh pot of coffee.

with a start, hailey woke up out of her slumber. she had never been so confused, but as soon as she took in her surroundings, everything made sense. she spotted baby alvin in his playpen and dropped by to place a gentle kiss on his head.

"merry christmas alvin," she whispered quietly. it truly tugged on her heart strings, and for a moment, she could feel her eyes watering. this baby had been through hell and back, and here he was, spending christmas with two complete strangers. she truly hoped this new family could give him everything he deserved.

"you okay?" she heard jay's voice closely behind her and she hastily wiped away her tears. instead, jay wrapped an arm around her, tugging her into his shoulder. "merry christmas hails," he said softly, hanging her a mug of coffee.

hailey thanks him with a grateful, watery smile. "thanks jay," she replied warmly.

the moment was sweet and for a second, jay thought this was the perfect opportunity to lean in and just do it. but of course, his doorbell rang.

with a light huff, he pattered over to the door and swung it open to reveal vanessa and adam. "uh — what are you guys doing here today?"

"merry christmas buddy!" adam exclaimed, walking right past him and into his apartment. vanessa followed behind him with a polite smile. "it's nice to see you too!" he captured hailey in a hug.

jay stood at his door, even more confused than before. "i thought you guys all had stuff?"

"we did," vanessa replied, her arm changing around hailey's shoulders. "but we heard about the new family. thought you guys might need some moral support."

hailey's heart clenched at the sheer adorableness that were her friends. even on a day that was meant to be spent with family, they were still there for each other. they were family too, after all.

"now, where is my little rugrat?" adam cooed, reaching down to pick up baby alvin.

who would have thought that adam was so good with babies?

now that adam and vanessa were there, jay and hailey could go change and get ready for the day. vanessa had also brought hailey some spare clothes (bless her soul), so before they knew it, they were heading out the door and into jay's truck. this time, loading the car seat was much easier and there were no groans in frustration. adam and vanessa followed closely behind in adam's car. hailey couldn't deny the pool of dread low in her belly; the closer they got, the more she nervously played with her fingers. eventually, jay reached over and tangled his with hers, so she could nervously squeeze his hand instead.

when they arrived at baby alvin's new home, adam and vanessa went to ring the doorbell while jay and hailey gathered everything necessary.

looking down at alvin's smile, hailey frowned. "jay, i can't do it. you have to do it."

"hailey," he said softly, "i — i don't think i can do it either," he admitted honestly.

luckily, adam had come over to say his goodbyes to baby alvin. with one look into hailey's sad eyes and jay's grip of death on the car seat, he knew without words. he gently took the car seat from jay's grasp and took him away from them.

hailey leaned against the truck heavily. she had only known this baby for barely twenty-four hours but it honestly hurt to see him go, even if it was for the best. jay leaned next to her, wrapping a tight arm around her shoulders. she knew she was tearing up again, but she didn't bother hiding it this time. "it's okay, hails. it's for the best."

she knew that, but it still hurt.

adam handed the car seat over to the happy couple and hailey could see their happy tears.

"i know. merry christmas jay."

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lmao im so sorry this took so long.. life got in the way

and tbh, i wasn't really feeling this last chapter but i had to power through!!!

i apologize, i know it sucks. especially the upstead dialogue at the end lmao... i don't even know what was happening there

i was going for a will they/won't they vibe and tbh i think i just ruined it altogether

but i wanted to finish this and i did, so im proud of myself for that

[durifmdarchived]

a headcanon about duri & his home.

word count: 1,535. about: let me say, i stole this from demi. thank you demi <3. basically, i kind of wanted to explain duri’s house and stuff, mainly what it looks like on the inside because i definitely feel like it’s different than what i imagined. the exterior and backyard, however, remain the same from my picture imagines. 

purchasing an actual home in the city was never something that duri had planned, to say the least. he thought that he was going to continue to live in an apartment in the city, like most people, but that wasn’t something that ended up occurring. his parents’ dream home had come onto the market last year and it seemed, his world had changed for the better. however, he got lucky that his family had really pitched in to make this dream a reality. his aunt, who looks over duri’s finances, told him that he was able to do it, while her husband gifted him some money, as well as a few other family members. however, it was really his grandparents that had made it a reality. they would be at peace, knowing that duri’s rather happy in the dream home that their children had always wanted. the deal had gone through and thus, duri began living in his new home in december of last year. 

 when you come upon the exterior of the home, the house seems to be a lot older in a way. it’s clearly a two floor home, build of brick, with lots of windows to bring in a lot of natural sunlight - which, is something that duri enjoys. the house, of course, is gated with a black gate, in the style that you often see in the city with houses of the style. in front, as you go down, there’s also a garage. but, duri doesn’t use it himself, considering he doesn’t drive. but, it also makes it easier for his manager to get in and off, not to mention when his boyfriend has a car. the front yard isn’t that big, it’s a bit small. but, he doesn’t need much of a yard, anyways. it’s nicely up kept, with seasonal flowers, and is often decorated for the season they’re currently in. the backyard is a bit bigger, definitely somewhat medium size, if you could say that. it’s the perfect space to have a picnic, as well as a perfect place for dogs to run around. not to mention, it’s rather nice at night, considering there’s string lights hung up around the backyard to light it up at night. or, if you want to look at the stars, you can simply turn the lights off, it’s really the perfect spot to star gaze.

first thing to note for the interior of the house is the fact that it very much looks lived in. but, it’s very clean, as duri is quite big on cleaning. but, it almost looks like your average family home - even though it’s only home to two humans and five dogs. of course, it’s probably obvious that dogs live there, as on a normal day, you’ll find dog toys scattered around the place. however, that’s really the only “mess” that can be found in the home, otherwise it’s clean, and just lived in. 

once you walk in, you’re of course welcomed in by a foyer. two, large, built ins are within, where shoes are placed inside neatly and organized. this is something that never becomes a mess and is always neat, something duri prides on almost. on the wall, features the call box with the camera screen, and the security system. nonetheless, as you move more into the home, you get met with an area that’s just a staircase leading to the second floor. this area is decorated nicely with a bench, as well as photos, and a table where duri will often leave keys and stuff of the like. there’s a few colors as well, just to tie everything in. off this space, is where the home office is situated. it’s like your normal office; except maybe a little different. along one wall is tall, built in bookcases that duri organized with his rather large book collection. this is also where his music notebooks hide as well. on the other side of the room is a long, and large l-shaped desk with computers, that could easily be used to create music, it’s true purpose, really. of course, duri also has his musical instruments stored within the home office. the most prominent feature in this office as well, as one of the corners have a very, large, and comfortable hammock that could truly fit a lot of people. as you make your way more in, you’re welcomed to an open concept of the likes with the living room, dining room, and kitchen. 

it’s another place where the colors flow, but it’s not like it’s high end in anyway. sure, the kitchen looks clean and crisp with its white cabinets and the refrigerator that he won on masterchef korea celebrity from getting first place. nonetheless, there’s still color that lingers within the flowing of the three room. a large, blue velvet couch that feels like a cloud is within the living room, accented by light gray chairs to balance the space. a fireplace sits upon the wall with a television just above the mantel, perfect for movie viewing. of course, a saggy carpet is on the floor. the walls and such decorated with black and white photos, giving a nice contrast the colors that the room is decorated with. the dining room, which is just off the kitchen, features a large, wooden table that’s in a light wood, going nicely with the wood floors that are throughout the home. of course, there’s suitable dining room chairs that go with everything else. the middle of the table often holds a vase of sunflowers and roses - his parents favorite flowers and favorite flower combination, something that’s become his own favorite. the kitchen, as explained, is your normal kitchen. it’s easy to have multiple people in the kitchen, but cabinets on two walls, and an island in the middle with chairs, as well as four lights hanging over the island itself. it’s a perfect space to watch the home chef at work. 

leading upstairs, the second floor is the same size as the downstairs area. upon the second floor, you can find three bedrooms and two bathrooms. it’s more so of a hallway, but it’s still decorated nicely to make it feel homey and welcoming. both of the guest bedrooms mirror each other in style, with whites and tans, and browns being used for the beds, and a few storage pieces to make them look like lived in bedrooms. of course, however, these rooms are decorated with duri’s plushie collection. to be quite fair, it’s pretty big, so he needs a lot of space. but, it tends to get smaller, as he’ll donate some of them, as well as his niece and nephew getting to take some, every time they visit. both of them have decent closets, but there’s not much inside of the closets storage wise. moving on from that is the guest bathroom, which is like a fancy bathroom. seemingly pretty in white, with a large vanity, and a nice tub with a shower attachment, it’s your normal bathroom, really. going from that, you make your way to the master suite. 

the master suite is pretty big, even though it doesn’t really need to be, considering the fact that not a lot of time is spent in there. but, nonetheless, that’s how it had turned out to be. the most prominent part of this room is the large, platform bed that’s there; the perfect size for two humans and an army of dogs. it’s like a cloud, with its large, comfortable comforter with a perfect, warm lining of sorts in a muted lavender. the rest of the room flows rather nicely with the muted lavender comforter and the white, flannel sheets. it’s a calming room of sorts - even if duri doesn’t fully sleep, but it’s fine. it’s your typical bedroom, filled with your essential bedroom things. but, of course, one of the best things, is the large walk in closet. sat in the middle is a carpet and a bench to sit upon, with a large up and down mirror to look upon your outfit. the rest of the closet as various doors to hide neatly, organized clothing, as well as a few other places for clothing to go. it’s another rather neat room that duri organized to look really nice, even when you open up the doors. leaving that room, you come upon the large, ensuite bathroom. it contains a rather large shower - to be quite honest, you can hold a party in there. the shower heads on the wall and the rainfall shower head is to die for. there’s a separate bathtub, but it doesn’t get much use; unless you’ve got sore muscles from dancing, practice, or even working out. of course, there’s a large vanity for two to be able to get ready. it’s black and white, the perfect form of bathroom marble. 

to say the least, duri is really proud of his purchase and living inside the home; being able to pay for it as well, feels really nice as time goes on. duri even feels a lot closer to his parents, which comforts him and makes him feel at peace.

[minsugapie]

moonchild: part 9 (3070 words) - amortentia

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secretly running an infamous bookstagram, you only want to get through the school year with relative ease. after being paired with namjoon for a class project, you find out that he’s more than he seems to be.

you’re more than you seem to be.

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“we're born in the moonlight

ain't a fantasy

can't breathe in the sunlight

gotta hide your heart”

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A party was the last place you wanted to go tonight, so naturally, you found yourself getting ready for the aforementioned event. When Jimin had barged in on your reading session, demanding whether your being invited to the party directly by Kim Namjoon had been a joke. 

He asked in a pant, “I just heard from Stacy that heard from Leon that talked to Kiki that overheard Kim Namjoon ask you to the party after class today! Is it true?”

“Uh, yeah,” you shrugged, not really reading too much into it. Jimin was classic for overreacting. 

“We’re getting you some serious dicking,” he sang out, going through your closet to help you find some clothes. It was either black or more black, so it wasn’t like he had much of a choice. Changing the subject, you added to your previous statement, “But didn’t you get an invite from Yoongi again anyways?”

“Again…that was for the whole class! Your invite came directly from the devil’s mouth, and it was only for you! What exactly did he say?” Jimin made it abundantly clear that he wasn’t leaving anytime soon and that you were definitely going to that party. 

Rolling your eyes, you finally put the bookmark in your book and set it down on your night stand. “I was just putting my books back in my bag after class, and he asked what I was doing tonight before telling me that he wanted me at the party. No big deal.”

“I can’t believe we’re friends. We’re those his actual words?! How are you not freaking out over here! He said he wanted you there! I might blast off like team rocket any minute if you don’t smarten up, missy.”

“He was just being nice! Besides, I think he’s figured out that parties are not my scene. Honestly, Chim, we don’t have to go!” Even as the words exited your mouth, you knew you were going. He had made up his mind, so there was no getting out of it. Besides, he had actually managed to pick out an outfit. Surprise! It was all black and paired with your converse sneakers. 

Now, on your way to the party with Chim playing Pokemon Go on your arm, you couldn’t help the questions running through your mind. Why did he invite you really? Was he going to come find you? Why did you even care? 

You’d literally only known the guy personally for a little over two weeks and after a couple project sessions, but that didn’t mean you were friends. It definitely didn’t mean that you had to go to parties just because he gave you the invite. 

After ringing the doorbell once to be polite and receiving no answer, the two of you walked right in.

The house was already hoppin’ with drunk people. Chim finally put his phone away and let the surroundings capture his attention. You had no idea why these parties were so popular, but it looked like everyone was having at least a decent time. 

Because of the sheer amount of people that were going to be here tonight, you knew that you had to prepare yourself mentally to put on your brave face and try to walk with confidence. Chim was holding onto your anyways, so you wouldn’t have to worry about completely falling on your face in front of everyone, yet. 

The look on your face would have definitely been funny to any outsider that was watching. In fact, you knew that your jaw basically dropped to the floor after seeing the inside of their house. It was huge, reeking of affluence. You and Jimin were surely a sightly pair. 

It didn’t take long to locate the members of BTS. They were constantly surrounded by people. The girls wanted to be with them, and the guys wanted to be them. They were all surrounding a table with leftover alcohol dripping off of it. Everyone was laughing, except from Kim Namjoon, who was just listening, clearly distracted. Jimin noticed the guys too, commenting, “They’re so fucking hot.”

Mentally, you agreed with him. 

But when he said, “Look, there’s your man. Go get your dicking…” you rolled your eyes and walked away, getting a drink. If you were going to be able to handle being here, you needed alcohol in your system. 

Jimin excused himself to the bathroom, leaving you all alone to find a drink. You didn’t really care that much since you enjoyed being alone. What you weren’t expecting, however, was that Kim Namjoon would come find you. 

“Hey,” you heard him from behind you. It didn’t startle you, but you knew that that was what he had wanted to happen. 

“Hi,” you replied, turning around with your newly acquired alcoholic beverage in hand. You made it strong, and after this drink, you were sure to be tipsy. 

“You made it.” The classic Kim Namjoon smirk was plastered on his face. His eyes didn’t leave your face as yours shifted around the kitchen, seeing if anyone was going to spy on the two of you, or knew that you two were together. 

You were alone, which was both kind of exciting but also scary. 

“I brought my friend Jimin along with me. He’s around here somewhere,” you replied, taking a large sip of your drink. The quicker you got drunk, the easier it would be to get what Jimin said…

A small chuckle escaped his lips, revealing his beautiful dimples. You’d noticed them before, but never up close and directed towards you in this way. “I saw when you walked in. Are you going to go find him again or…?”

“I probably should before he starts talking to some random person about his personal Pokemon achievements. It’s been nice talking to you Namjoon. I’ll see you whenever when we work on our project.”

Before he could even reply, you made your way out of his presence, trying to find Jimin. Maybe the serious dicking would not be happening tonight. What you lacked in self-confidence you gained in self-doubt. There was no way that he would want to hook up with you, so why even try?

However, your efforts to find Jimin were spoiled as you literally ran into Sook while disturbingly looking at some couple sucking face in the wide open. 

“Y/N!” She yelled, louder than you expected. Her literal perfect face formed a smile. You wondered briefly where Jungkook was, but as the thought crossed your mind, he waltzed in from around the corner, arm slipping around Sook’s waist from behind and chin resting on her head. 

He smiled at you like he’d met you before, but you were absolutely positive that this was the first time that you’d even been this close to him. “Nice of you to come,” he commented, nodding his head at you. 

A small blush arose on your cheeks at just how attractive he was. You began to realize why they were so popular. You knew they were hot from afar, but being this appealing up close was a whole other level. 

“I was invited, and my friend Jimin really wanted to come, so here we are,” you answered, awkwardly playing with your cup. 

“Yeah, Joon was convinced you weren’t going to come. He was distracted until you got here. And then all of a sudden, we saw him follow you into the kitchen,” Sook revealed, probably breaking some kind of bro code. 

Jungkook pinched her side, making her jump before you could even reply. “Sook, baby, let’s not anger the bear, okay?”

Sook sheepishly smiled and then spoke again, “Well anyways, you look beautiful tonight, Y/N. Really.”

Hearing such a compliment from her surprised you. “Oh, thanks. But seriously, you’re always so stunning. You kill me, Sook.”

“Girls are so vocal and weird about this kind of thing. I don’t understand it,” Jungkook commented under his breath but both you and Sook caught it.

With a smile and a goodbye, you told them that you needed to go find Jimin again. He would be getting into all sorts of shenanigans without you, you were sure of it. 

Although finding Jimin was important, getting another quick drink was next on your list. The party was getting busier, and you needed that liquid courage to be around so many people at once. You took a shot and then filled another glass. By the time you made it out of the kitchen and back to wandering the endless hallways looking for your best friend/roommate, you were significantly influenced by alcohol. 

You were so influenced, in fact, that when you looked into one room, you had to stop and look around, even though Jimin was clearly not inside. You easily conclude that the person whose room this was was smart. There were hundreds of books neatly organized neatly in a wooden bookcase. Instantly, it had caught your attention. You weren’t sure you pegged any of BTS as readers. 

You soon realized that the room belonged to Namjoon because there were pictures of people on the desk, BTS, but there were a few singular ones of him and what looked to be like his family. 

“Looks like you found my room.” It was the same voice that came up to you earlier —Kim Namjoon. You looked up at him to see him leaning on the doorway with a smirk and a drink in his hand. One foot was crossed over the other. 

You place the picture that you were holding back not he desk and blush, thankful that the lights were dim. “Yeah, I’m sorry for snooping. I was trying to find Jimin…”

“Among my pictures?” His voice was teasing as he entered the room, shutting the door behind him. Your heartbeat quickened; you were alone. 

You were stumped. There really was no reason that you were holding his picture, and you couldn’t come up with one. When you didn’t answer soon enough, he kept walking towards you. Not understanding why he was walking right up to you, you back away and into a bookshelf. Your back pressed against two shelves at different levels, you hold your breath as he set his drink down and trapped you with his arms. 

“You look different tonight,” he commented. You could feel his breath on your face as he only stared at your lips. For a brief second, his eyes met yours. He smelled amazing, and you didn’t know if you were going to pass out. He was like your personal drought of amortentia. 

Feigning confidence, you replied, “I look the same as I always do.”

“It’s a nice different. You’re flushed. Carefree.”

The movement of his lips caught your attention. It was like his words were coming out in slow motion. They were full, totally kissable. He was totally kissable. 

It was clear to you that he wanted to kiss you. You weren’t born yesterday. His body language was a given, but what if Jimin was wrong? What if you didn’t need a serious dicking to realize that it was no use liking RM?

“Namjoon, I—” You started, but he cut your off. 

“You can call me Joon, Y/N,” he encouraged, tilting his head and sticking his chin out, watching to see if you were going to turn him down in any way. 

“I have to pee,” you blurted before you could stop yourself. You were out the door and around the hallway before he could reply, but you realized one tragic thing…you’d forgotten your phone in his room, and you needed it, so you had to go back.

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You slipped from under Namjoon’s arms faster than a bar of soap from his fingers. Either you really didn’t want to kiss him or you were really going to pee your pants. 

Either way, Namjoon wasn’t butthurt about it. He hadn’t planned on pinning you against his bookshelves, but you really were looking amazing. It had been hard to stop himself when he’d originally seen you. 

Namjoon often got what he wanted, and right now, he wanted you. Unfortunaltely for him, you clearly didn’t feel the same. 

He took out his phone, checking to see if Rosebud had texted out of habit. But then he remembered what he figured —you were Rosebud. He wondered if he’d ever find out. Would he want to meet with you after all that you’d talked about? Would; you still want to meet him if you found out that lot.

While his phone was out, he decided to shoot her a text, asking what she was up to. 

He heard a buzz come from the table near the pictures. It was your phone. He didn’t mean to snoop, but it was mandatory. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that the message that lit up the screen. 

It was from him, RM. 

The message was clear as day. The exact same words as he’d just sent from his phone. He sent a smiley face as a test, and it came through. 

Running his hands down his face, he went through all the possibilities of knowing and confronting you, but when you walked through the door, and grabbed it. She was gone before anything could be said or confronted. 

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Jimin was zipping his pants up, not looking away from the man on the bed in front of him. Shirt still somewhere unknown on the floor, he smiled. “That was fun,” he managed, earning half a smile from the regularity quiet man he’d just fucked. 

It wasn’t uncommon for Jimin to hookup with guys at parties, but it was entirely new that one of his hookups was with a member of BTS. He’d been sure that they were all straight men that only thought about girls and drinking, yet after being forced into this bedroom and looking around, he knew that they had to be more. Jimin observed equipment used for music, notebooks strewn everywhere, comic books littering the desk, and concert tickets in a collage on his roof. It was a typical room for a typical boy, nothing special but entirely personal. 

Yoongi barely acknowledged the comment by Jimin, and Jimin noticed that he was simply staring at him. Once Jimin’s eyes found his shirt, he quickly threw it over his shoulders and awkwardly stood there until Yoongi said something. He debated speaking again. 

“We should do that again sometime,” Yoongi finally spoke, remaining still on the bed. 

The only reply Jimin was able to conjure was, “I didn’t know you were gay.”

This sparked a small grin on Yoongi’s face. “I’m not much for labels.”

A small inkling of doubt krept through Jimin. Had he simply been a college experiment? Sure, he got an amazing finish out of it, but he didn’t like being used in that sort of way. His last boyfriend went right back to girls after him, resolving that he wasn’t into men. 

That shit hurt. It didn’t matter that he tried to convince himself otherwise. 

Yoongi must have sensed something in Jimin because he added, “Besides, you’re not my first. I always hookup outside of school. For privacy.”

Biting his lip, Jimin tried to hold back a smile. Yoongi clearly knew that they went to school together, even though he admitted that he always did things with people who had no idea who he was. 

“I won’t tell anyone.”

Yoongi finally moved, pushing his hair back from his face —something that made Jimin’s knees weak. He’d had it bad for Yoongi since he’d first seen him. “I know you won’t.”

Jimin’s phone suddenly went off in his pocket. Breaking the intense eye contact that he and Yoongi had, he looked to see that it was you. He doesn’t answer. He noticed all the messages that you’d sent him, asking him where he was because you were looking for him and needed him. He knew that it was his cue to leave. 

Heading to the door, Jimin looked at Yoongi one last time. “I’ll make sure no one sees me leaving the room.”

With a slight nod from Yoongi, Jimin left, finding you in mere minutes. 

No one had seen him leave Yoongi’s room, but he did overhear Kim Seokjin asking Kim Taehyung where Yoongi had gone because they were supposed to be playing a game of poker, and Yoongi was essential to counting the cards properly. 

As soon as he found you, he could tell that you wanted to leave, so you made your way out of the loud house and across campus to your apartment only two blocks away. Not a word was said the whole walk home, but as soon as the apartment door was closed behind the two of you, Jimin grabbed ahold of your shoulders and revealed, “I got some serious dicking tonight.”

Your eyes went wide, and you smiled. “OMG! Who?!”

“Min Yoongi.”

“Hah! Okay, Chim, sure.” You laughed, going to the cupboard to grab a glass for some water. You didn’t want that headache when you woke up. 

“Friends don’t lie, Y/N. Min Yoongi was the best sex of my life so far. The man knows what he’s doing,” Jimin admitted, grabbing a mug in the shape of a poké ball from the cupboard for his water instead of just using a glass.

Looking at him with an unbelieving yet impressed expression, it was your turn to spill the tea. “Joon and I almost kissed.”

“Y/N! That’s not even close to some serious dicking! What did we talk about?!”

Covering your face with your hands, you groaned. “Ugh, I know! I was a chicken. He was smelling so good, and his lips looked so plump, and I just couldn’t do it. People would talk. He likes books, Jimin, actual books. It freaked me out to see that different side of him! Plus, RM messaged me, and I realized that it felt wrong to be there with Joon.”

“Look at you calling him Joon…” Jimin teased, trying to lighten the situation. You knew he could tell that you were anxious. 

“You’re a brat,” you mumbled, making your way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow…”

“Watch some porn or something! Get yourself off since you couldn’t get Namjoon to do it for you!”

“Have I ever told you that I hate you when you’ve just gotten laid?”

[supacutiepie]

I have headcanons... Head Cannons if you will

I thoroughly believe Bakugou is the type to bullshit his way around every little truth so honestly this shit might as well be canon bc he is Absolutely That Extra

- The new reveals told that: The reason we didn’t see his room is because it’s got shelves of romance manga.

-Therefor : Bakugou is a MAJOR BOOK NERD NESTER

-He has cookbooks, his trashy literature, his classics, his mangas, every school book he ever owned has been kept. 

-This includes shit he wrote himself

-Cookbook notebooks, its a full wall to wall scenario. He has books in every language and they make a librarian weep.

-The books he can’t read?? He has notebooks filled with translations he’s jot down after hours of scouring the internet and his OTHER books.

-TBFH his self written notebook collection puts “shitty nerdy fanboy deku” to shame

-Not only does he have this many books, they have consumed him. His room is wall to wall with them and they are so neatly organized to his mind that he just AUTOMATICALLY knows EXACTLY where every little page is. 

-However

-You may think, “Bakugou is the neatest of the students”

-Bullshit

-He understands his methods. You could never. I’m not shitting you, we have only ever seen his bed because its the only clean spot. He has piles of books, his closet is filled with his novelty t-shirts--

-Oh, he swaps out his wardrobe every season. Not because he cares per say but rather if he didn’t he’d drown in the clothes. His parents own a fashion line, every. single. month. he gets something new.

-Clothes mean jack shit to him. Sure, he gets it. He understands that clothes are “Expressions”... but to him its just bullshit extra merchandise that he gets in  packages once a month since he born. He long since left behind any attachment to anything that wasn’t some doofy bs novelty shit. His skull shirt collection is hideous and he loves it. 

-Bc he gets clothes so often, he just as often donates them.

-Everyone in 1-A has received a mysterious package of clothing. Everyone. And it’s always customized because like hell he’d just throw clothes at people puh-lease his father DESIGNS FASHION FROM SCRATCH

-It’s also ‘secretly’ his way of trying to put some kind of fashion sense in the heathens he lives with. 

-So his closet is full, his walls are lined with shelves and stacks and notes.

-But the rest of the “clear space” is filled with art.

- Drawings, Sketches, Designs. Little thing stacked up or tapped together. Prototypes over a desk thats STUFFED with pencils and erasers and extra paper and books. 

-Photographs of the places he’s been. So many different shots of Paris, mountains, rivers, lakes. He has a series of photo albums for the best and one is entirely dedicated to sunrises- another to sunsets.

-He has a map above his bedside. It’s the only spot big enough because it doesn’t have a big ass bookshelf on the wall.

-The map is big and delicately detailed. But it’s still just a map.

-The cool shit is that it is COVERED in tack-markers. Well, most of it is. 

-Europe is washed out by tacks. France has so many different colored tacks its an eyesore. Paris has a big ass push pin bc he’s been there so many times. Enough that when Aoyama starts mumbling obscenities at their classmates he has to stop himself from cackling along.

-He has a trail of pushpins along the Alps and Pyrenees. 

-The different colors mean things. But only he gets its.

* Black is Done. Been there, done it, no point going back.

*Green is Good. It’s a place he kinda liked, but its not somewhere he needs to go back to. Paris is a big ass green push pin.

*Red is for a place he wants to go back to. The mountains are a trail of red that grows inch by inch longer.

*Blue is for Potential. He marks his next trips in blue, but not his dream trips.

*Those would be his nice, doofy, silver tipped push pins. the classic “string on a crime board” kind. He has major cities plotted out with these. Theres a large mishmash over america filled with silver and blue. He has books and books and BOOKS on american mountain ranges and cuisine and he not-so-secretly plotted out a course all-might themed rest stops.

*Yellow is for his favorites. The first mountain he ever hiked, the onsen he found while his parents dragged him out to a business trip up north, the island they went on once for a family vacation. (He fell in love with the sunset. It was clear and bright and there were so many colors at once that its his ‘happy place’. He sat on top of a fucking volcano and it was AWESOME.)

-The map is obsessively picked over, the pins are carefully arranged, and the map itself its surrounded by his favorite snapshots of the places marked.

-His room is a mess. But he does know the exact inch everything belongs in.

-He may not seem it, but he is sentimental. He just doesn’t keep all the sentimental shit in the dorms. Those things are at home. On shelves and wall caddies and tucked between his even BIGGER collection of books and cd cases.

-He does have All Might merch, but again, at home. The few things he has at the dorm are hand drawn posters, so much cooler than the cheap shit you get in the store.

-He doesn’t have time for movies and shows, but when he does its either “cheesy romance serial” or “blood, guts, and glory”

-TBFH his FAVORITE movie is a bastard child of a romcom, an action, and a suspense thriller. It’s horrible, its audacious, its cheesy and the vgi is awful but its one of those Things he loves. (On really bad days, when his arms ache for hours and he didn’t sleep well the night before he lets the movie go on repeat just for the cheese. It’s a soothing ‘nothing really matters’ kinda Thing)

-Oh, lets not forget his arms.

-His quirk is DEMANDING. Its a needy little princess. He gets sick of it acting like a bitch. His arms will ache if he over does it, so he has a giant fucking box of tiger balms and compression wraps and weird fucking icy-hot concoctions.

-He DOESN’T have skin car shit. Surprise surprise, he doesn’t need it. He is soft. He is also, incredibly fucking annoyed.

-He has those super obnoxious spray colognes, some super expensive shit, and inbetweeners. Because otherwise he smells like he just rolled out a vat of butterscotch and step into a shower of caramel. But BURNT.

-Seriously, his room would be noxious from the nitroglycerin smell alone. He constantly has a fan going and the window open. And while the room is cluttered he CANNOT let it go uncleaned or he risks a build up of explosives. He has to change his sheets daily, he has a routine for covers and pillow cases, and he is damn near religious in clothes washing because otherwise he’s destined to explode Something he Doesn’t Want Exploded. (The books. The very flammable sometimes RARE books.)

-Oh, and he has MANY a blanket and throw. He swaps them out so he isn’t doing huge loads of laundry for the big shit. It’s mostly thin blankets anyways, but they’re super soft and cozy and he nestles up to read his books like a demented caterpillar. The blanket he sleeps with ALWAYS ends up on the floor. 

-He doesn’t like to think himself overly conceited. But he is cocksure and arrogant and he has an image to keep. So of course he has routines to make himself look good.

-This is just a Bakugou thing TBQH.

-More of a personal headcanon, but he’s definitely gay. Not in the super obvious way, but he’s definitely confident in it. He isn’t about to go plastering his walls with flags (as if they’d fit), and he isn’t jotting down crushes in a journal (he does have journals, they’re just... incredibly volatile and profane)

-He’s just, confident.  He has a single little rainbow picture, its a picture he took and its super cool and shit. A rainbow in the mountains, right after a shower. He keeps in in a frame in one of the bookshelves near his manga. It’s tasteful, and it’s subtle. He knows what its for, and the littleness of it feels nice and secure.

-He doesn’t shy away if asked. But no one asks. He’d be honest, if anyone did. It’s not something he will hide- that’d be cowardly...

-But deep down, it does give him pause. It’s something he wrestled into submission since he figured it out. He had this big dream of being N.1 and then one day he realized that, had society not advanced the way it did, he could have nothing. He’d never tell a soul but it scared him, to know that despite all his ‘perfections’  he had this one thing that would turn heads in a way he didn’t want.

-He realized though that it as just one more thing he’d own. So he noosed it, that fear, and he throttled it into submission. He’d be N.1, he’d be open, He’d pioneer that shit if he had too- but he didn’t have too. It ended up being something that added character if nothing else, and he was determined to make it a trait and not a flaw and to build his pride with it.

-That all being said, much like any self respecting gay- he does has a string of lights tastefully weaving over the wood of his bookshelves.

-Extras:

* He doesn’t get sick often. Just, doesn’t. He keeps a close watch on his health, is always good on hygiene, and in general doesn’t jeopardize his well-being.

* When he gets sick. It hits him like a FREIGHT TRAIN.

* He only gets fevers once in a blue moon and he’ll fight the damn moon itself to keep it this way because when he DOEs get a fever its like a putting a handful of firecrackers into a cooking pot.

* He pops when sweaty. He just DOES, It’s INCREDIBLY annoying but thankfully localized to the hands. But when the fever strikes, his whole body pops. He spends the majority of his fever curled up in something flame-proof to wait it out.

*If he’s sweating, and by some MIRACLe he blushes, he CRACKLES.

* He’ll kill you if you witness it.

* I said he’s confident, not that he can’t be flustered.

* On that note, he’ll take it to the grave, but he definitely made Kaminari discharge in front of the dorms that first day by kissing him. It was on the cheek though! And it fucking hurt. Touching Kaminari is like playing roulette and his finger tips smell funny afterwards so he tries to avoid it.

* Honestly, the same can be said for anyone with a quirk that can react to his.

*Fucking half-and-half actually worries him. For the sanctity of his clothing.

* That fight with Deku in ground-beta set off every nerve ending he had and for a solid 24 hrs afterwards he actually had trouble keeping his quirk under his skin. He can still vividly recall the arc of electricity over his face and it never fails to leave a lasting echo in his mind.

* Kirishima is good for this though. Ironically, he’s grounding. He’s the one person Bakugou has never worried about hurting or leaving damage behind. Likewise, he knows that Kirishima high-key needs the confidence boost that Bakugou drags with him everywhere, so he amps up his attitude when the red-head seems down.

* He has no earthly idea how to describe his relationship with Kirishima and it shows. He would never dare say it allowed, but he knows that the boy is his best friend and he’d honestly kill for him. But more so, he’d be willing to live and fight beside him.

* Kirishima is one of the VERY FEW who has a picture in Bakugou’s room. It’s from a hiking trip, and its really backlit so you honestly wouldn’t know at first glance, but its beautiful. A sunrise, right at the summit. A figure standing on a rock with a hand excitedly outstretched towards the horizon.

* The other people with photos, are his parents- and the Midoriya’s.

* It’s not as obvious this one. But he keeps a family photo on his bookself of the three Bakugous, and then theres an old photograph tucked away between some of his older school book collections.

* It’s a beach photo. He couldn’t be more than, maybe three? 

* It’s a whole other life. A time before his quirk. Before he knew he was destined.

*He’s sitting on a rock with a backsplash of salt and foam. He’s got an arm wrapped around a tiny Izuku. It was the only thing keeping the other boy from tumbling off into the waves. Their moms are sitting on either side, big happy faces all around.

*The boys were burnt, both heavily freckled, and smiling like the world was endless.

* The photo...makes him sad. He can’t explain it, not even sure what words could do so. It’s nostalgic sure, but something between the pixels of ink has him at a lost. It was such a different time, and the little boy in the photo is a stranger.

*Sometimes, rarely and in the dead of night when a nightmare finally gets him awake, he thinks about life. About how different it could have been, about the paths he chose and the ones he burnt. He wonders, he regrets, and he moves on before morning.

*Bakugou Katsuki refuses to dwell. He bottles and compartmentalizes and he tucks it away like a pamphlet in a library. Notes and subscripts to be lost in translation. 

( He’s vocal, he’s vivid. He writes. He loves his book collection and he writes his own short stories. His imagination is as vivid as the rest of the class, and he jots down half finished ideas all the time. He has a memory that makes an elephant cry, so his school notebooks are tiny and his idea notebooks are scattered. The words he can’t get out into the air are sometimes trapped in ink. )