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blublublujk · 10 months

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good girl, gone bad

oneshot

word count: 6k

genre: established (secret) relationship

pairing: good girl y/n x bad boy jk

summary:

“I can’t believe anyone actually likes those stupid fucks. I mean, the hickeys, it’s like he wants everyone to know he actually fucks.” You stay staring just a tad longer at the buff (sexy) jock, short enough so that Karina won’t notice. This time the boy proudly parading the trail of hickeys down his neck smiles at you and parts with a quick wave, some blonde hair boy from the group laughs at him and shakes his arm teasingly. You can’t help but to smile too, it’s barely there, but he’ll know. You decide to turn around and follow her steps. “Yeah totally, me either.” What your best friend doesn’t know won’t kill her… right?

warnings: basically just pwp but plot went missing (oops!), swearing, smoker jk (i swear if anyone complains in my inbox i'll haunt you), explicit sexual content; jk has a huge dick ok, consensual recording/pictures, car sex (don't fuck in a car), hickeys, unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, spanking, squirting, breast play, blowjob, fingering, cunnilingus, come shot (on face), slut shaming (again lol), come tasting/swallowing, stomach bulge (my fault i love this one), choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie

a.n: sorry for a late update hope yall dont mind, but i just wanna get rid of all my drafts they are PILING. lol forgive me for only always writing about jungkook, but he's so easy to write about. he breathes, and i instantly open my notes app (im not even joking). this has been sitting in my drafts since his LA trip (iykyk) it sparked a conversation and i wrote it. i want that man bad... and im lesbian :D

ANYWAYS enjoy and STREAM GOLDEN for our golden bunny <3

p.s: i'll probably come back to this couple but its a oneshot for now... but wouldn't no nut nov be fun with this jk?? everyone say yesss. ok bye.

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“Ugh, what a piece of shit.”

Before you even get to ask who, the motorcycle roars back to life across the parking structure belonging to the very one and only, Jeon Jungkook. A group of college jocks crowd around the man. There’s a cigarette between his fingers, he’s not paying it much attention though. He's deep in conversation, laughing at something one of them said, clearly more invested in the joke than anything else around him.

As the laughter dies down, he looks over, eyes connecting while he brings the cigarette to his pierced lip, slowly inhaling the toxic fume. The terribly annoying (yet somehow sexy) tattooed jock on his loud motorcycle winks towards your direction, before selfishly exhaling that poisonous smoke into the air. Fuck, you really, really wanted to hate him too.

“Yuck.” Karina gags with a scrunch to her nose, turning a cold back to them and you’re grateful to her because you almost get stuck in his lustful gaze.

“Yeah… yuck.” You reply with no real meaning somehow managing to convince her you meant it.

“I hate him and his stupid friends. They are killing the Earth slowly and they don’t even give a fuck!” Karina argues in all her given glory and in her environmental science major mindset. “Plus those cancer sticks reek, why must the general public suffer because they can’t last thirty without them.”

Jungkook could last thirty without them. Way more than thirty when you were around him, especially when he was given something (or someone) to entertain himself with, but you couldn't say that aloud so the sudden thoughts stayed safe and sound in your head.

“No, no they don’t. But what can we do?” There’s a sigh and then you clear your throat. “Should we get going now?”

Your arm wraps around hers, gesturing the way back to campus with a swift wave where you both had been meaning to study given that classes finally started cramping in heavy assignments.

“Yes, please.” Karina is quick to sharply turn her heel and walk back towards the building. “I can’t believe anyone actually likes those stupid fucks. I mean, the hickeys, it’s like he wants everyone to know he actually fucks.”

You stay staring just a tad longer at the buff (sexy) jock, short enough so that Karina won’t notice. This time the boy proudly parading the trail of hickeys down his neck smiles at you and parts with a quick wave, some blonde hair boy from the group laughs at him and shakes his arm teasingly. You can’t help but to smile too, it’s barely there, but he’ll know. You decide to turn around and follow her steps. “Yeah totally, me either.”

What your best friend doesn’t know won’t kill her… right?

—-

“You taste disgusting.” There’s a muffled laugh pressed into your lips, as your tongues meet halfway, meeting each other’s lips in a bruising wet kiss. Your ass grinds roughly against his lap, groaning into your mouth while you bring your ass flush down, feeling his soft cock harden below you. His right hand grips your right ass cheek, jiggling it in his hand, before smacking it (with love, of course!).

“Yeah?” Jungkook smirks, bringing his mouth against your throat, sucking and licking everywhere there was space. He sneakily leaves little love bites behind even though he knows you’ll kill him for this later because you have somewhere to be after this. He even bites your ear lobe gently between his teeth, before he cockily whispers. “You love it though.”

The whimper that leaves your mouth should be illegal. It only drives Jungkook crazier.

Both hands find purchase on your ass now, spanking you once again in each cheek. Though Jungkook was a bit disappointed he wasn’t seeing your flushed bare cheeks on top of him, but he guesses he can settle for now. “You gonna let me fuck you now baby?”

He gropes your asscheeks without any hesitation, still leaving wet kisses buzzing onto your skin, stealing a quick kiss from your raw-bitten lips.

“Mm, only if you ask nicely.” You tease, dragging a finger along his jawline.

With this, Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back. Your hand comes to fist his hair, while he drops another wet smooch onto your lips. “You know I’d do anything for a piece of this ass angel.”

You smile into the kiss, grinding harder against his now– hard cock. You felt your folds leak of your own arousal. It was so undeniable. The attraction between you two, the desire to take each other apart, to be within each other’s arms. There was no place like Jungkook’s lap. Here you could stay forever.

“Imagine what people would say if they saw you like this baby.” Jungkook starts teasing, tugging your shirt off with no trouble. Your breasts catch his attention, noticing that you are wearing that black lingerie set he had bought for you last Valentine’s Day. “Fuck. Look at you baby.”

He squishes your breasts together, leaning up to kiss the uncovered tender flesh on both sides. You don’t even attempt to hold your moans back. “I– nghhh.”

“Did you expect to get fucked today princess? Hmm? Is this all for me?” Jungkook’s words work like magic, they drip off his sinful tongue like honey. You bring your body flush against his, burying your blushing face against his neck. “Don’t get shy on me baby, tell me. Did you wear this all for me?”

He purrs sweetly and you only nod, cheeks burning red.

It's not like you were embarrassed of him, no in fact, you were happy to announce that the college campus’ certified bad boy is all yours and has been for the past two years.

There was no exact moment to this, the attraction had always been there.

You had first officially met Jungkook in one of your general ed classes. Statistics, to be exact, which he would have one-hundred percent failed had it not been for you passing him the answers mid exams. It wasn’t like that to begin with of course, it took you some convincing. To be fair and to your excuse, it was so hard to say no to those beautiful big brown eyes.

At first, you assumed he was doing this all, acting lost and playing dumb, to get into your pants which he succeeded. However you had enough dignity left to make him work for it. Until you realized those secret smiles, stolen glances, and subtle hand holds were much more than just a silly game. You had fallen for his charm, and against everyone’s advice to stay far away from him, you fell in love with the (not so terrible) bad boy and let him take over your heart completely. It happened so randomly and so all at once. It was confusing, new, but most of all, liberating.

Being with Jungkook was so freeing and the thrill of being caught with him was so worth it. It didn’t matter what people thought of you or him, you both were willing to die on this hill of love.

Jungkook, too, had fallen quickly. How could he not? There was nothing to dislike and everything to love. Your pouty scolds, he looked forward to. The stolen glances across campus were his favorite, a secret only you and him held close to heart. There were times where your cheeks would flush pink, because he would steal kisses from you behind the campus library. You were seriously his favorite person ever.

“Jungkook stop! What if someone sees us?” You would whisper-shout, a pout would form against your will.

Jungkook would just kiss your worries away again and again and then say. “You’re the cutest little thing alive baby.”

“Are you trying to change the subject?” It was hard to speak between kisses, that and the fact that he would squish your cheeks together like the adorable boyfriend he was.

“I don’t know. Is it working?” His reply was cheeky and lips would start trailing down your neck and then you determined, yes. Yes, it is working. Fuck it all.

It’s safe to say, he was yours since the start of it all, as you were his. Wrapped in each other’s fingers before anyone had realized it, now you were inseparable.

“Answer me princess.” Jungkook pulls you back gently, observing your flushed face. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

Of course, this only makes you blush harder, but you do manage to admit. “Y-Yes… I wore this only for you. Always for you.”

Jungkook smiles, pecking your cheek. “Then I’m the luckiest man alive angel.”

He cradles your face, before leaning in to kiss you. This time, you guys take your time. Your mouths stay closed, taking the time to really feel the plushy feeling against your own and enjoy each other’s presence. You felt as if you were floating in clouds.

“Jungkook.” You mumble onto his lips and he hums, but that’s not enough so you call his name once more with intent. “Jungkook.”

He pulls back with a questioning look. “Yes, my love?”

“Can you please just fuck me already?” The words come out barely above a whisper, even after fucking you so many times, you could be so shy at times.

Jungkook breaks out into a bunny-like grin, holding back a stifled laugh. “So much for wanting to make me say please, look at who’s pleading now.”

“J-Jungkook…” Your face goes hot again and he laughs once more, patting your ass softly.

“Okay. Okay, my love. Enough teasing, I’ll fuck you since you asked so nicely baby.” Jungkook takes his sweet time taking off his own shirt, and pulling your skirt off. It was a bit tricker, given you were both in your car which was not fit for two people even in the backseat, but you guys always made it work.

You were still scared to ride to campus with him as much as he begged you to because it would blow your secret relationship, but fucking on campus has yet to be off-limits. Mainly because Jungkook fucks you all too well, and you aren’t one to say no to good dick (oops).

He attaches his mouth right above the bare skin of your left breast. He holds your tits in his hands, pushing them together, stuffing his face right between them. Jungkook makes sure to pay attention to both breasts (it’s only fair), rubbing your hard buds through the black lace which hardly covers them. You bite back a moan, feeling him rut up against your heat, his hard length pressing stiffly against you, your walls already clenching, desperate to feel him inside you.

His tattooed hand slips below, releasing the nipple he had been tugging on earlier. You feel the tip of his fingertips brush against your panties. “Fuck, you’re so wet baby. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

Surely by now, you were dripping onto the lace. His erection is still pressing against your inner thigh. “D-Don’t wait then.”

Your boyfriend smiles, bringing his lips to yours. “Behave. You’ll get some dick inside you soon.”

Like the brat you were, your eyes rolled back so used to being spoiled. He pays it no mind though because his tongue comes out again, licking your lips apart. Your tongues meet once more, this time you suck his tongue into your mouth, brushing it against the roof of your mouth. He taste quite bitter, it’s the cigarette from earlier, yet somehow and against all judgement, he tastes fucking delicious. Especially when a grunt slips from his throat, feeling you roll your barely covered folds against his fingers.

He allows this, putting more pressure with two fingers, feeling you drench his fingertips even through your panties. Jungkook pushes his tongue deeper into your mouth, spit mixing as he reciprocates the favor, sucking gently on your tongue. You tasted like the strawberries you had earlier for lunch and Jungkook groans, greedily swallowing the taste in your mouth.

What an innocent sweet little thing you were and he was about to ruin you all.

Cigarettes and strawberries.

Quite the pair.

You whine into his mouth, unable to hold back much longer. “Please, Jungkook…”

He smirks against your mouth. How much he loved the way you fell apart on his cock. Especially more, when he had barely had his hands on you and you were already begging for more. Jungkook pulls back, but not before you whine a soft “no.” He holds your cheeks in his palms, forcing you to look directly into his hazy eyes.

“Imagine if people knew baby.” His voice comes out more sultry, rough around the edges. His thumb carrasses your cheek, patting your mouth open. “How much of a slut you were for this dick.”

His words make you mewl (he knows how much you get off to this thought), he slowly eases two fingers into your mouth, holding your chin in place. You made sure to suck on them as he liked, your tongue coming flat against them.

Jungkook bucks his hips into yours, chest rising while he watches you suck, like the good girl you were. “Imagine if they really knew, baby? Such a sweet girl like you, with someone so dangerous and reckless like me. What would they say? Hmm?”

He pulls out his fingers, seeing them barely glisten under the light.

“I- I don’t know.” Your voice is dry and soft yet, you are incredibly horny.

“You don’t know? I have a few ideas.” Jungkook chuckles, hands brushing along your back. “Can this come off?”

He tugs your bra from behind and you hesitate to nod permission. “Good, I wanna watch them bounce when I finally fuck you.”

By now, you have given up resisting him, so you moan pathetically as he shreds your bra with ease and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking the tender bud into his tongue, flicking it and placing it between his teeth. He tugs and licks the sting away, watching with hooded eyes as you squirm against him. Your face burns imagining the idea.

What if people knew? How would your friends react? They would surely be disappointed, Jungkook was good for nothing but trouble. Yet, he was perfect to you. You were willing to defend him from hell and back. Whatever it took for them to believe you.

Jungkook moves to the other bud, placing it into his mouth, cupping and gripping your breasts. His mouth was hot and heavy against your nipple, his tongue caressing the hard bud. He squeezes them one last time before letting them drop, watching them bounce gently against your chest. Yup, Jungkook was the luckiest man alive. There was nothing better than this moment right here.

Heat travels your body quickly, feeling your own chest rise, struggling to breathe in the steamy car. Your boyfriend looks down, communicating with his eyes instead of actually saying anything, your hands quickly move to his belt, tugging them off and throwing it anywhere else. Desperately, you unbuckle his jeans, harshly pulling his boxer down, just enough to watch his dick spring out. The flushed, wet length smacks against his stomach, watching as his abs clench at the sensation. If you stare any longer, you’ll start drooling. “So good for me angel.”

There’s no time to waste.

“Wanna suck you off.” You breathe out, voice filled with desire and lust, clearly it takes over because usually his girlfriend was much shyer and timid, but that all disappeared when Jungkook’s cock was present.

“Yeah?” Jungkook watches you drop on your knees, your pretty knees will for sure suffer the consequences of your horny choice, but there was no stopping this. He pats his thighs as he leans back to give you enough space. “I’m all yours, baby girl.”

Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek when he feels your warm mouth wrap around his dick. Your tongue comes out messily, practically salivating and dripping all over him. There’s probably not a single day that goes by that you aren’t sucking his dick, but it was quite the experience every damn time.

“F-Fuck, I wish you could see yourself.” He struggles a bit because the sight is fucking sinful and if people knew you like he did, they wouldn’t believe the person in front of him.

His personal little cockslut.

You pop off for a second, hand still wrapped around his length covered in your spit. “Yeah? Then take a picture for me, Kook.”

Double fuck.

When you first started dating Jungkook, you were against any pictures at all. After time passed and to his luck, you came around and you would let him take pictures, but only if he promised your face wasn’t in the frame. Now, his camera roll is covered with images of you and your blooming relationship. You didn’t care anymore about covering or blurring your face out. His camera roll consisted of just about everything, pictures of you sleeping peacefully against his chest as you would nap, videos of you laughing on the random adventures he would take you on, but never images of you nude. Never ever was he allowed anything that could probably incriminate you both, even if he would beg, ever-so sweetly. It seems like you came around after all. Bless you.

“Fuck, don’t talk to me like that princess, you have no idea what that does to me.” He’s never heard you sound so fucking sexy. Jungkook bites his lip, recovering his phone that had dropped earlier on the carpet. “You sure about this baby?”

“Yes.” Then you are back on his cock and he shudders, already snapping a few pictures. Your eyes looked up at the camera, making a show out of it all.

Jungkook tries controlling his heavy breathing but with a sinful tongue like yours, it’s impossible. “Can I record this princess, only if you’ll let me, of course.”

You take him deeper into your throat and nod furiously on his cock. You trusted him enough, you knew Jungkook could never hurt a single soul, unless they tried him. Point is, he would never do anything to break that trust so hell yeah, why not add more to his long collection.

“God, you are so perfect baby. Made for me and only me.” Jungkook’s voice is nothing short of possessiveness. He presses record, caressing your hair softly, almost petting you for your work like the good girl you were for him. “Imagine if they knew how well you take cock baby. How perfect those plump lips look around my dick. You’re like a dream come true princess, my personal cockslut.”

You moan around his length, loving the bitter taste on your tongue and Jungkook has to hold back from fucking your throat, though he thinks you’ll love it anyways.

“Can I fuck your throat?” His voice is raspy and you open your mouth wider, nodding so prettily with dick stuffed in your mouth. Jungkook is careful when placing your hair in a little makeshift ponytail for the meantime and as best as he can with one hand as he starts to thrust into your warm mouth. “So beautiful and all mine. Isn’t that right princess?”

You don’t get to reply, but the vibrations of your moans that manage to run through his cock answer for you and it almost makes him smile. What a good girl you were. Pretty things like you deserved to be spoiled and he couldn’t wait to give you the fucking world.

And was he fucking loving the show you were putting on for him becoming more needy and desperate on camera, your eyes rolled as he brutally used your throat for his liking.

Jungkook bites at his bottom lip as he begins to roll his hips with much more force, feeling your throat take him down with greed. “Fuck baby, your throat feels amazing. Taking me so good.”

He lets you go when he feels you tap his thigh and you gasp for air, tears threatening to leak down your face. “W-Want you to come on my face.”

Your voice is hoarse and his eyes widen at your sweet request.

“Aren’t you just perfect for me today baby. Just you wait, you’ll get the best dick of your entire lifetime.” Not that you would know since he was your first and he knows that, proudly carries that in his cocky ego, but you always believed him. No one could fuck you better than this, you were sure. You bat your eyes at his promise and he comes down to kiss you messily, the camera records jackshit, but it captures your whiny moans and the sound of your lips smacking against one another. He pulls off with one last kiss and adjusts the camera frame back towards you as he takes his hard length and slaps his swollen, wet dick along your cheek. “Open up princess, I’m really fucking close.”

You take him in with no hesitation and go to fucking work. Slurping and licking all over his length, your chin dripping with saliva, but you don’t even care anymore because his grunts and whines keep you going.

Every now and then you look up at the camera making sure you do your best to keep him coming back. You know he will probably rewatch this every night that you aren’t there with him. And your predictions are correct because Jungkook’s already planning on watching this tonight and jacking off to it while you are out with Karina doing God knows what. All he knows is his sweet girl will be doing something productive while he’ll be coming undone in your gracious honor.

“I’m close baby.” He groans sexily, and his breathing starts to become sharp. “Look up baby, right into the camera, gonna come all over that perfect fucking face.”

Doing as he says, you look up sucking him dry, your hands come to relieve what you can’t cover with your tongue. His hand pushes you off for a second. “Tongue out baby.”

He fucks his fist and it doesn’t take long before he squirts his load all over your face, grateful that most of it lands on your tongue, you swallow it all immediately, humming gracefully at the salty taste.

Jungkook’s eyes are blown out as he catches his breath and lets his dick flop back down against his thigh, you look like a fucking sin and he must be the Devil because he’s about to commit about thirty tonight. “Give me a second princess.”

He says between breaths as he stops recording with one last picture of your come-soiled face, still breathing heavily as he throws his phone on the floor again, thankful that he has something for later. You giggle against him and he almost awes as you throw your head against his bare thighs into a laughing fit. “Okay.”

He huffs a dry laugh and pulls you up. “Times up. Come here.”

Jungkook is quick to capture you in a sloppy kiss, not minding the leftover mess of come on your face, he doesn’t wanna mess up his masterpiece just yet. You soon grow desperate in his arms, but this time he doesn’t mess around.

“Lay down.” Your bare back lands on the seats and he shoves himself between your thighs. Again, it’s steamy and fucking cramped in your car, but you both couldn’t care any less right now.

His tongue hits your slit not bothering to move your matching panties, but the effect is almost the same. He licks a long strip watching you soil the silky lace mixing his spit with your own arousal.

You moan sweetly as your legs come apart letting him completely devour your heat. Jungkook pulls off, tugging your spoiled little black panties to the side and continues on with his mission. His tongue finds your clit and you swear you could come like this.

“R-Right there. Please.” Your boyfriend doesn’t let up either, eating your sweet pussy like it deserves. His tongue flicks your bud, building the sensation in your tummy. Jungkook sucks on your clit selfishly.

His chin is covered in your arousal. He’s humming and moaning deep inside your pussy, your juices stick onto his tongue like candy and he greedily swallows the treat whole.

“B-Baby.” Your voice is struggling like his was earlier, but it’s there. He lifts his face from your heat, eyes in a lust-filled trance. Jungkook knows he’s pussy-whipped, but at least he admits his problems!

“Yes, my baby.” Jungkook’s eyes are blown out and he looks just as wrecked as you are.

“C-Can I take a picture?” He almost gapes at your request, the amount of times you took him by surprise today. At this point, he would let you do anything, fuck his morality!

“Do whatever you want princess. Pictures, videos. I’m all yours.” He gives you his full consent and permission to do anything so you are quick to grab his phone (you’ll send them over to yourself later) and start snapping pictures while he dives back in for seconds.

Jungkook keeps your legs open while you are a whimpering mess above him, struggling to get the best picture. You have no idea how he was doing this himself, the pictures come out blurry as he continues to devour you as if it was his last meal.

He also puts on a show for the camera like you did so nicely earlier for him. Jungkoook’s eyes hood as he stares up, he even winks for the shot. If college didn’t ever work out for either of you, this would be something to look into. Good thing that was not the case, at least for you, his little straight A student.

“I’m g-gonna come.” This only makes your boyfriend go crazier between your folds. He drops eye-contact with the camera and instead solely focuses on that pretty pussy presented for him. Jungkook’s tongue is sin itself, not letting up once as more arousal drips out of you. He slowly teases a finger inside, building your orgasm quickly as he fucks you open with his middle finger. “I’m– nghh. Fuh-fuck!”

The sentence is never finished as you start to squirt onto his tongue, creating your own little masterpiece on his face. Jungkook has never swallowed anything down faster than right now and he’s loving every second of it. Completely pussy-whipped and all, but at least he’s happy!

Your boyfriend finally detaches himself from your heat and the sight is nearly adorable. His hair is now all fucked up and he’s a sticky mess everywhere (you are sure you look no better).

“Yum, I could do that all day.” Jungkook shamelessly says.

“Mm, I’m sure.” You say coming down from your own orgasm, he gives you a few seconds to breathe as you set his phone down again. Jungkook takes his shirt from the floor and wipes himself clean. He does the same but it’s no use, the come that landed on your face has dried up and he doesn’t wanna scrub it off and end up hurting your precious face.

Jungkook kisses your cheek affectionately as an apology.

“There’s dry come on my face right?” You start to scold him, but he smiles with all his teeth apologetically and you forgive him at that moment.

“Guilty.” He smirks, proud of his work, he thinks you truly haven't looked better.

Wrapping arms and legs around your boyfriend you whisper innocently. “I was promised dick of a lifetime, unless… unless you lied to me?”

Jungkook scrunches his nose cutely while he looks at your perfect pouty face, doe-eyes begging to be fucked. “I never lie, not to you at least.”

He makes you laugh and he detangles your legs from his waist. “Now let me focus, I have a reputation to uphold.”

There’s no laughing once two fingers press into you and you gasp at the invading feeling, but the stretch only burns for a while before it turns into pleasure and you are whimpering at his touch. “Fingers so deep.”

He smiles and you throw your head back. “Yeah? My dick goes even deeper baby, I’m just making sure you can take it.”

“I can take it.” You breathe out against his pink lips. “I was made for you.”

The taller’s eyes nearly eat you alive, fuck you were so sexy. “That you were baby. My perfect little cockslut.”

His fingers pull out of you brutally and you whine, but he kisses you roughly making you forget the loss. A hand wraps around your throat, squeezing it with purpose. You squirm in his hands and he pops off your lips.

Fingers coated with your arousal trace your lips and you take them in greedily, sucking your own juices off the tattooed fingers, moaning at the delicate taste, his other hand still locked around your throat.

“That’s my girl. All fucking mine.” You nod around his fingers and he finally lets go, gasping for fresh air. “‘M gonna fuck you now baby.”

Your legs fly open in response, letting him have his way with you.

“Do me a favor?” He asks while taking his hard length in his hand, jerking himself off while he awaits your response.

“What?” You hum, confusion written all over your face.

“Record this for me. I want you to see how I break you apart. How this pretty pussy makes a mess all over my dick. I want you to remember this fuck for the rest of your life.” His voice drops a few octaves and you can’t help but gasp and moan at his vulgar use of words.

You used to be innocent, at least, that’s what Jungkook used to think. In a way, he thinks you still are. Untouched and pure, only for his eyes and his hands to touch. Jungkook is honored that he was your first, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. He was gentle and took care of you every step of the way. It was like that until you were begging and pleading for more. Sweet then, and sweet now.

He’s created a little monster, but he knows that your heart is pure and that’s what he loves most about you.

“Okay, yes.” His phone is back in your hands and you click record, watching him line-up his cock. Jungkook groans as he disappears snuggly inside you. “Mmm.”

He lets you get used to the feeling and once he feels your breathing stabilize he starts to thrust himself with strong strokes inside you.

Like the first time, you are struggling with the phone because you can’t stop shivering and shaking, you feel him in your guts and recording is much harder than pictures because it lasts longer and you can't stay still for that long. Not with dick inside you.

“K-Kook. I— oh.” You stop to moan when he hits your g-spot and he continues ramming that same spot over and over. “I- I can’t. Hand’s shaking.”

Your sweet boyfriend grabs the phone and lets you settle yourself. “That’s okay princess, I got you. Just lay there, I’ll take care of you.”

He records himself ramming into you for a few minutes, watching himself disappear into you on camera. The taller one can't even believe this is his reality. How did this even happen and most of all with him of all people? He truly was the luckiest man alive!

“‘S deep, Kook.” He fondles one of your breasts as he keeps a harsh pace, rubbing the hard nub with his thumb.

“Yeah baby? Tell me where you feel it.” He whispers loving the way you tremble, your gaze struggling to keep up with his.

“Right here.” You touch right below your belly, palm flat against the feeling of his cock inside you. “So so deep.”

You mumble something else, but he doesn’t get to hear it because your high pitched moans drown everything out. He lets go of your breast watching them bounce as he continues to pound straight into your sweet spot.

The camera catches it all though. The mess between your thighs look just as delicious on film as they do in real time. The sounds you make, the squelching noise that is being created by his cock going deep inside you, and most of all, it captures your beautiful face as it comes apart.

He presses on your stomach right where your own palm rests and you strangle out a whine. “I- I can’t. T-Too much.”

“You can take it. Remember?” His dick tears through you from the inside and you start yelling when he increases his pace. He’s fucking you mercilessly now and you can’t control the sounds that escape. “You were made for me, princess.”

“Yes, yes, I am.” You sound beautiful, but you would kill him if you guys got caught now especially in the position you guys are in.

His firm hand finally comes off your stomach and instead two fingers go inside your mouth, muffling your screams and whines.

The car rocks back and forth. He’s sure people know what the fuck is going on, the windows are foggy as fuck, for fuck’s sake, but you would hate him much worse for not finishing you off.

“Mmff, don— stopff.” He nearly giggles as you struggle to speak, but he keeps his promise quite well. He fucks you ever harder and deeper, his cock will surely fall off after this, but it’s all worth it. He slams inside, bottoming out fully before pulling out and repeating the same steps. “Fuhh-uk.”

“You like that baby?” Jungkook rasps feeling you squeeze tightly around him, which only means one thing, you are really fucking close. “Gonna come all over my cock princess?”

“Mmff.” You are quick to nod and hum sweetly. He decides to pull his fingers out, spit dripping all over. “Yes, yes. Please, don’t stop. Harder Kook- ah!”

Jungkook almost forgets he’s recording and he centers the camera again, wanting to capture every last second of this. You are glistening all over, he’s made a complete mess of you, but he is no better. Jungkook is dripping sweat and yet, that doesn’t stop his mean and precise strokes against your velvet walls, stretching you in ways you didn’t even know were possible.

The final straw is when you feel his messy fingers start toying with your clit and you are coming once again all over your back seats and wetting his cock just how he likes it. Being a squirter had its own perks with a boyfriend like Jungkook because that meant he never stopped fucking you until you completely had nothing more to give.

Jungkook curses when he starts to see your orgasm trinkle out, he fucks you all through it though, feeling the water-like pressure against his slit. And it doesn’t take long before an orgasm catches up to him.

“Inside.” You plead with a pout, eyes completely blown out.

With one last curse Jungkook comes deep inside your walls. He catches his breath for a few moments before pulling out slowly, making sure to capture the dribble of his come which sadly hangs onto your hole. “Push it out for me princess.”

“Nooo, we’re gonna make a mess Kook.” Jungkook shakes his head, a smile on his face because a mess has already been made.

“I’ll clean it. Now, push it out baby.” You almost cover your face because you are sure you turned red, but you start to push his seed out of your hole and he’s tempted to fuck it back inside.

“Fuck. That’s it baby. Perfect comeslut. Isn’t that right?” He stops recording once he’s gotten the shot he wanted and he starts to wipe you down with his shirt, lucky enough that he has a back-up hoodie to cover him after he’s done.

“Yes, all yours.”

You both smile against each other’s lips before he whispers. “I love you princess.”

“I love you more.”

“Impossible baby.”

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JK❤️: hiiii 🙂

me: hi baby :) everything okay?

JK❤️: marvelous 😇 i just came watching that video we took earlier ;))

me: baby! 😠 i'm out with karina! can you not talk about sex for two seconds while im out

JK❤️: sure! just came all over myself totally wasn't watching our sextape back ;)))

me: nice talk jungkook.

JK❤️: come home soon~~ i miss you :((((

me: love you too lol

JK❤️: not more than me. come home soon im serious!!!

me: i'll see you later jungkook. ❤️

JK❤️: 😠😠😠

me: ❤️❤️❤️

#jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook smut #bts jungkook #bts x y/n #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you

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huexuri · 6 months

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⊹ advantage : dom!kai x fem!reader ⊹

NSFW, MDNI!!

warnings: bsf!kai, roommate!kai, fem!reader, dom!kai, cum denial, reader has short stumpy fingers, slight mention of nipple play, praise, degradation, fingering, size kink (bigger hands, smaller hands)

note: i just couldn't... im supposed to be on a writers block but this fancam of hyuka changed the trajectory of my life. + not proofread so sorry for any mistakes

incorrect key. off tune. forgot to press this key. no, off beat. wrong chord.

your blood's boiling at this point, sitting in your roommate's room and in front of his keyboard; death stare piercing through those dizzying piano keys as if the inanimate object betrayed you.

"when will i get this right? ugh, stupid fingers, stupid me!!!" you clench your fist and begin to collect yourself to play again.

your pinky stretches across the keyboard to play an octave, but your your fingers are trembling over the piano keys. after all the nonstop continuous playing and aggressive slamming of fingers on kai's piano, you can't tell if you feel bad for your fingers or the poor keyboard. you let out an agitated scoff as you're barely pressing on the keys — friction being the only thing keeping your fingers barely on the edge of each key.

for some reason, an octave on the keyboard is way too wide for your fingers to press both keys simultaneously, and to you, that's embarrassing as hell. you stare dreadfully at your short, stumpy fingers that clearly isn't made to play piano. you've always wished you were rachmaninoff or something.

you slam onto kai's keyboard in frustration as you sit in the deafening silence that follows.

until, a twist of his doorknob catches you off guard when you're met with your blue haired roommate, hueningkai, his concerned eyes peering right at the keyboard as the door slowly creaked open.

"um.... everything alright? what are you doing in my room, absolutely wrecking my piano?" kai lets out a nervous chuckle, then his gaze fixates back up at yours as you fume.

"you're home so fast?" you immediately turn off his piano and stand up, cheeks flushed red and the tip of your ears glowing the same red in embarrassment.

"don't be embarrassed or anything, just asking since you have your own keyboard..." kai closes the door behind him and throws his bag onto the floor.

"yours felt better to play, i thought... but maybe i'm just the problem." you sigh, defeated, dropping back onto the chair.

"what is it though?" kai bends to reach your height and turns on the keyboard.

"might sound embarrassing, but can't reach an octave." you show him by stretching your fingers across the keyboard, the pads of your fingers barely pressing the designated keys.

"what do you mean? you can!" his chin points to your fingers.

"well, barely." you scoff again, and you're probably bothering kai with your continuously negative attitude.

"pfft... why are your fingers so short? can't relate.." kai hysterically laughs and plays an octave with barely any effort, his fingers even able to cover 2 keys over an octave.

"flexing much.." you cross your arms and roll your eyes. "i'm so awfully jealous. can't do anything at this point, my hands are like, useless."

"i'm just better!" kai cockily shrugs as he goes on to play a piece full with scales and octaves like it's nothing.

"don't act like you're superior... you just have an advantage of having longer fingers." you look back up at him, sneering.

"wanna give me attitude? well i bet you can't even finger yourself and make it feel good. are your measly fingers shaking already?" kai laughs teasingly, and he's coming back at you with the humor of a 14 year old developing teen.

he's sounding really fucking cocky right now, but even that stupid comment had a tinge of degradation in it and damn... it was kinda hot. no, really hot.

"okay, you help then! yapping as if you can make me feel better, i doubt it." you snap back at him, trying to ignore the heat on your cheeks returning back once again.

"you doubt it? do i have to prove it to you?" kai responds, and you go quiet immediately.

"well?" you sweep imaginary dirt off of your pants as you hurry to walk out of that room. "think about it then." you nervously snap back as a last attempt to return the attitude.

in a blink of an eye, you're gone from the scene, leaving kai in his room, barely processing what just happened, upper teeth digging into his lower lip as your last few words ring in his head. "what do you mean think about it....?" he murmurs.

you probably forgot about that conversation as you woke up, because it didn't occur to you that in the midst of scrolling on tiktok, you'd receive a notification from kai, asking you to go over to his room when he could just come out and ask you. despite the suspicion of it all, you drag yourself from the sofa to his room. what could he possibly want from you at 2pm in the afternoon? you swear if he's going to tell you some stupid ass dad joke you'll actually eat him alive.

"whatcha want?" you enter his room, the coldness of his air conditioned room immediately slamming you in the face, feeling like you're suddenly in antarctica.

kai puts down his headphones and his gaze follows you the more you walk. you look at him, a mix of a concerned and disturbed expression.

"whaaattt?" you giggle.

"about... that thing you said yesterday..." kai hesitantly says as he stands up from his chair, and onto his bed. he taps a spot next to him, indicating for you to sit.

you put down your phone next to his headphones on the table and sit down, clearly confused. "yeah, what about it?"

"i thought about it for a bit after you left. i mean ... if you're being serious...?" kai tries approaching the topic, trying to sound the least like a pervert as possible.

"oh—um," you gulp, and he's on the verge of spitting out apologies for ever bringing it up.

"no, well, uh, i don't see a problem?" you start to rethink your life choices; are you really going to let your boy best friend of years to finger you? just to prove a stupid point in a childish argument?

"i do wanna prove to you, wanna... show you that i'm actually good." he hesitantly blurts out.

"you've never tried, have you?" you laughed at his confidence.

"might sound weird as hell, but i've been watching porn solely for the purpose of knowing how to finger someone. it was supposed to be a stupid joke between my homies, but i think i'm really not that bad. well, i never know until i try, and yesterday when you said that... um, i thought of it as the perfect opportunity. i really do want to make you feel good and prove you wrong." kai rambles, muttering in between his words like a shameful perv.

"calm down," you reassured him. "show me what you've learned."

with a grin, he positions himself to sit on the bed against a wall and invites you to sit in between his legs.

you don't hesitate to do so; sliding your loose dolphin shorts off of you and sitting against him in a way that your back presses against his chest and your legs rest comfortably spread onto his. your hips are tilted so that your clothed pussy is exposed to the cold air of his room.

looking up at him as you fondle with your clothed tits gently, you could see the want in his eyes and his hands would travel to hold your waist from behind and up, under your shirt to grasp at your braless breasts. his bigger hands cupping your breasts really do feel different and way more warm and arousing. his eyes roll back as he flicks his calloused fingers over your delicate buds.

"they're so nice..." kai pants, and you feel an obnoxious bulge grow hard against your plush ass.

"damn, i can feel you already." you subtly grind against him and his lips slightly part to take in a breath that was caught up in his throat once he felt you move against him.

"how do you expect me to not be hard?" kai giggles and his hands start traveling up towards your face to cup it. he lifts your head to twist slightly in his direction, and he kisses you. you can taste the minty gum he always has a habit of chewing every second of the day.

"you're seriously chewing gum at this moment? typical kai .." you scoff and peck at his lips before grabbing his hand towards your core.

his hands move by themselves to start rubbing you over the thin cloth, and you've already soaked his fingers with your slick.

"complaining that i'm hard already but you're already this soaked? i haven't done anything yet..." he rubs you harder, and you squirm beneath him. you can feel his grin against your head.

"w-wasn't complaining, mm.." your back arches away from his chest and your nipples perk up so visibly over that baggy shirt. the sight alone makes him so worked up, he's always had a thing for your plush tits, ass, tummy, everything.

he pushes your panties aside to expose you raw to the cold air and you jolt slightly at that.

"my god, you're drenched. so fucking soaked, more than i thought you were." kai coos as he spreads your slick all over your pussy, applying the perfect amount of pressure on your clit for you to be throwing your head back onto his shoulder as your jaw drops slightly agape.

"don't talk like that, gonna make me wetter." you mutter out, so soft and needy it's almost impossible not to miss. but kai catches it, and he only chuckles under his breath, vibrations traveling through the top of your head, resonating throughout you.

kai plays around with the slick on your pussy, enjoying the moist sounds that it creates as he swirls it and taps it against your folds, almost forgetting that you're almost on the verge of cumming at this point from how he's just flicking around.

"gonna cum, please, let me cum. i've been throbbing since you touched my tits, p-please?" you beg. but kai shows no mercy, and immediately without warning—

"fuck!" you yelp, his middle finger now entirely up you as kai chuckles, unnerved. his single finger feels like two of yours.

"hold it for a bit, can you?" kai lowers his gaze at yours when you look up at him, teary-eyed.

you clutch at his thighs in response.

he slowly thrusts his finger in and out of you. "you're so worked up over my single finger, what if i insert another?"

"no, a-am not,," you deny.

"oh?" kai sneaks another finger up you, filling you completely. "you're so fucking tight, it's cute. so wet and you still manage to be so tight." he whispers, and you whine under him.

you were never ready for when he would thrust in and out of you at an increasing pace, and god knows what you were going to do when he curls both his fingers deep inside you. but oh, he does.

he kisses you on the crown of your head, curling his fingers to prod at the spongy spot inside of you, pulling a cry from your lips as lewd sounds begin to fill the air; loud and wet. his lips capture yours in a kiss as you grasp his other hand, guiding his fingers back where you want them — under your shirt.

"fuck, oh my god,, k-kai.. you..." you murmur uncontrollably as you grip on his thigh with strength you never knew you had.

"oh yeah? am i not better? then why are you squirming against me and moaning my name so loudly? why are your nails digging into my thighs? clenching around me like you don't want me to let go," he teases, his chin resting on the crown of your head, looking down at you with a grin. "huh? huh? fuck, doesn't it feel better? say it!" the pad of his fingers grasp on your breasts as he finger fucks you with speed that feel like the speed of light. you're so dazed in the head you feel high and you don't even know if you're saying the correct words.

"mmfff—fuck, better, better, hnggg~!" your eyebrows furrow as your hips jitter uncontrollably, clit so swollen it's dizzying. you feel intoxicated and your brain is barely processing your surroundings anymore, but as you reach your high, you can't even address that you're going to cum, the only indicator is of your moans becoming louder and breaking more and more.

"what's better? say it properly, hm?" kai continues to tease as his fingers curl up into your gummy walls at indescribable speeds, fingers so skilled you feel like you just passed out.

"you're, aaah—hhngg~ c-can't, say anything,, fuck, fuck—!" you're not even aware of what's rolling off of your tongue anymore. maybe barely, but all your consciousness is probably clouded somewhere above your head. eyes rolling so far back your skull that you start to see stars.

then, it fades white — and you can feel yourself release all over kai's poor fingers and poor bedsheets that will probably smell obnoxiously like you afterwards.

it feels as if your heart is pumping 200 beats per minute and as you come back to your senses, you can feel kai pampering you with kisses all over your head and his signature comforting tummy rubs as he pulls back your panties in its place. the deafening white noise inside your head starts to tone down and it fades to kai, showering you in praises and reassuring words, telling you you did such a good job and so on.

“what a pretty girl… such a good girl for me, handling all this so perfectly.” kai returns to his usual comforting and soft tone.

“i'll finally admit.. you made me feel better than any time i've ever played with myself.” you sigh in defeat, and kai smiles.

“though, that boner beneath me never went away huh?” you turn back, and kai's grin changes almost instantly into a needy one.

“well, if that's the case, i think i deserve your help.” kai states.

“i think so too.” you giggle as you get up from your position to face his achingly hard boner.

the rest of the day was like no other, and at the end of the day… both of you are confident that kai is significantly better at playing the piano than you are. and better at fingering you, obviously.

#xuri writes #hueningkai smut #hueningkai hard thoughts #hueningkai hard hours #hueningkai x y/n #hueningkai x reader #hueningkai scenarios #txt smau #txt smut #txt fic #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #txt x reader

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kpopscruggles · 2 months

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🏳️‍🌈 my ask is just about swimmers anton and sungchan im sorry like dom anton we geit it lifeguard best im swimming BUT lifeguard yn with dumb himbo bad at swimming sungchan AND HE SUBD OH WOWOWOE

UGH ilovethis!

So, I’m gonna do this between a lil paragraphs and some headcannons because this needs full descriptive justice. I also see public pool vibes.

Anton x Male reader x Sungchan

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So, before we get into details, Sungchan wants you first. He put his eyes on you and wanted you to do the filthiest things to him since day one, this man probably interviewed you as well.

Sungchan obv sends flirty actions and messages to you, I can see you guys “being friends” but ofc you're a silly man who can’t see how bad sungchan wants you and is so obsessed he needs validation from you almost all the time.

Sungchan walks up to you with smile “You think these shorts are, okay?” and he’s your friend and of course you say yes, although it made your cock twitch a little. Sungchan notices and makes sure to do almost anything and everything to fluster you. Later that day he comes back again “Were selling lemonade in the rest area, I made it too, you gonna try some?” he smiled holding you a glass.

He just got you some to watch your throat as you gulp it down

He’s nibbling on his bottom lip to see what you say

And of course, find it delicious but tasting him would be better. And that’s what happened.

Your breaktime consists of thirty minutes, enough time to have sungchan in the bathroom on his knees. Saliva drooling down his chin while he takes your cock as deep as he can, practically begging you to cum down his throat.

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Anton and Sungchan have to switch shifts one day, Sungchan is far from happy but what can he do?

Anton sees this as a score, wondering what Sungchan practically cums a fountain for when just looking at you.

With Anton being one of the best lifeguards on the job, he like to give you quizzes

Making sure he can trust that you can save someone even if it’s a public pool.

Where his money spot is, closing time. You two are cleaning the pool before locking up

His hands on your hips watching you skim the net in the pool to clean it ‘You know, cameras are turned off...” Somehow Anton managed to get through that thing but pretty mind of yours and he’s got you on the pool stairs, the water splashing slightly when he takes you, making you feel so good.

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The first time you three work together after that, sungchan is fuming

What in the fuck makes Anton better than him?

The two talk about how one’s better than the other till Anton goes “Why can’t we both have him?”

You are fond of that idea.

And yes, this soon becomes a regular thing outside of work. You decide if you want one or both and even though Anton’s a dom he’ll be right beside sungchan following you like a puppy.

#riize hard hours #riize hard thoughts #riize smut #anton hard hours #anton smut #anton hard thoughts #sungchan smut #sungchan hard hours #sungchan hard thoughts #riize x male reader #anton x male reader #sungchan x male reader

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kayslibrary · 2 months

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Simon Riley's hair obsession (Simon X black reader)

Hi guys! This break was completely unprecedented (it will probably happen again). I just checked my last post date and it was JANUARY 21ST????? I did NOT mean to step away for that long lmaoo But im back! I wanted to dabble in the Cod fandom but I’m a little intimidated idk. There are a lot of different archetypes of the characters, and im a little nervous I won’t do the characters justice or portray them correctly so please give me feedback and or/ KIND critiques if you please!

Im gonna start my Task Force 141 saga off with Simon (whose surprised lol) and this is gonna be paired with a black afab reader so ENJOY PPL

Warnings~fluff,, Simon being a lovestruck fool

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Simon likes your hair. No, Simon LOVES your hair. That was one of the first things he noticed when you two first met. When you two were in the earlier stages of dating, he would just stare at your curls. “Beautiful, full curls,” he thought to himself as you would go on about your conversations. Now that you both were living under the same roof, He knows what goes into keeping your hair from frizz and tangles and how much it takes to maintain it.

“Baby, can you pass me the edge control?” you requested from your shared bedroom, “what control?” He inquired, puzzled “The edge….the blue jar with the black lid on it” “The lid that's hard to open,” he asked as he walked in with 5 bottles and jars cradled in his arms. “Yess that one” you giggled, pacing over to him to grab the one you were looking for. “This one” you smiled as you nab it from Simon.

Other times Simon would sit on the bed and gaze at you in awe (homeboy is WHIPPEDD) “Yes Simon?” you groaned at the pain in your arms “Nothing baby doll, continue on” he smiled “Right…FUCK!” the rubberband that you’ve been finagling with popped “baby what's wrong?” he practically teleports to your side. “The stupid rubber band popped ugh” you fume with frustration. “It’s okay honey..here let me help” Simon offers as he puts your hair into a ponytail. “Is this good?” “This is more than good..thank you baby” you sigh with relief.

To add to that thought, Simon is a big helper!!! Wash days once took 4 hours but now it took 2 hours thanks to the extra help. Like imagine you both in the shower getting clean and you both take turns washing each other's hair?? SO CUTE “Baby you know I can do this myself” Your eyes roll to the back of your skull with please as Simon scratches at the right places “I know but I want to help you. I enjoy it as much as you do” he snorts as the water cascades from the showerhead onto you both.

OH YEA, you definitely caught him watching those ‘how to care for kinky hair’ videos sometimes, you find it admirable that he would take the time to educate himself apart from what you tell him. “Wanna help out more” he kisses you with devotion because let's be real HE WHORESHIPS THE GROUND YOU WALK ONNNN.

Before you, he didn’t know the first thing about protective styles, different hair products for your hair, how to wrap it at night but now that hes with you, he understands and for you guys anniversary he surprised you with a heap of gifts BUT ALSO surprised you by braiding your hair for you. Who needs a hair salon when you have one built into your partner (huge money saver LMAOO)

In conclusion, I think Simon Riley would be OBSESSED with your hair whether it be in braids, out and about, or straight. “You look good in everything, hell you could be bald. I’d still love you the same” he’d grin.

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Author note- i love this? Hello? 10/10 crumbs and the table are GONE. i love simon but i am a rudy girl what can i say IMMA WRITE FOR HIM NEXT WATCHHHH but yea its good for me to get back into my groove. Glad to be back pookies be safe wherever you are!! Bye now!!

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dorabledewdroop · 5 months

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Chapter 9

Warnings: Fraphic mention of scars, blood, radiation poisoning, very little angst, suggestive text.

Not proof read so be warned.

A/N: im so fucking sorry it’s taken me this long to post this chapter. I have had absolutely 0 motivation to write and my assignment stress certainly isn’t helping. This chapter isn’t filled with action or smut but I still think it’s important for more characterisation. Be warned it’s not the best thing I’ve written. I deleted it and rewrote it at least 7 times.

Without further ado. Enjoy.

Series Masterlist

X—X—X—X—X

Chapter 9

Natasha knew she needed to be calm. She knew she needed to be prepared to use the lullaby incase Bruce hulked out.

But seeing your blood on the wall and you crumpled on the floor was enough to make her hulk out.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Nat yelled, rushing to your side.

The shock of what Nat said was enough for Bruce to start getting himself under control.

It struck him that he’d just laid hands on a teammate. But seeing you on top of Natasha just didn’t sit right with him.

Especially since he recently found out that Natasha was dating Wanda.

“That home-wrecker was trying to force herself on you. I was just trying to protect you” Bruce snapped, desperately trying to control his transformation but feeling it cloud his judgment.

The universe seemed to enjoy fucking Nat over because at that moment Steve, Tony, and Sam barged into the room on. They seemed to have heard what happened and merely looked confused.

Natasha got up and poked Bruce in the chest.

“Dont. Call. Her. That.” She fumed.

“Bruce I think you should go to your room. Now.” Steve said as he noticed the green hue in Bruce’s veins starts to increase slowly.

Bruce glared at you one last time and rushed to his room.

The moment Bruce left, Wanda entered holding a spatula as a weapon.

“What’s going on?” Wanda demanded.

Her hand dropped when she saw the small splatter of blood on the wall above you. You were forcing one eye closed through what was clearly a headache.

Wanda knelt beside you and cupped your cheek, letting out a small smile when you sighed at the contact.

“Nat, was Y/n forcing you to kiss her?”

Wanda’s head snapped up at the question, frowning in confusion.

“No. She wasn’t” Nat said gritting her teeth.

“But she was trying to kiss you?” Sam asked.

Natasha rolled her eyes and knelt next to you and planted a kiss your lips and then Wanda’s. Wanda smirked as she leaned forward and softly pecked your lips.

Both of the women’s eyes were on you who just looked dazed with a slight hint of a smile.

“Hot.” Sam commented.

Nat let out a disgusted ‘ugh’ and was about to comment but it seemed that Wanda had beaten her to it.

There was a sound of glass shattering as Sam was thrown out the glass door and into the pool.

Steve rushed outside just to see Sam getting out of the pool and walked back in, heading to his room. Everyone heard him grumble about how no one can take a joke anymore these days.

The moment he was gone, Steve began to lecture Wanda about hurting teammates and how it was an overreaction.

Unable to handle the drama, Tony cleared his throat.

“I have some news” he announced.

Everyone turned to look at him expectantly.

“Party tonight in celebration of y/n’s first successful mission”

Your eyes widened.

“You don’t have to do that-“

Tony was having none of that .“Nonsense. We’re having the party. Wear something nice.”

He walked out of the room, followed by Steve who went to prepare for training.

After a minute of you, Wanda, and Nat looking at each other in confusion, the three of you sighed and finally went to the kitchen where Wanda had made breakfast. Your mouth watered at the sight of the tower of pancakes in front of you.

Unable to hold yourself back anymore, you sat down and took some into your plate. Immediately drowning your pancakes in syrup and scarfing them down as fast as you can.

Nat and Wanda followed your lead, eyes filled with amusement.

You finally showed signs of slowing down after your 4th serving.

“Someone has an appetite” Nat teased.

You merely smiled at her, a little syrup dripped from the corner of your mouth.

Wanda immediately leaned forward and swiped the syrup from the corner your mouth with her thumb rubbing your lower lip in the process, immediately bringing it to her mouth.

When Wanda hummed at the taste, Nat grabbed her wrist and brought Wanda’s thumb to her mouth.

You gulped hard when you saw her cheeks hollow out. Eyes looking at you seductively.

The two merely smirked at your gaping face.

Nat noticed a thought cross your mind as you looked away for a moment, your energy seemed to have dropped noticeably. You shook your head and looked at them curiously.

“So.. does this mean.. um.. that the three of us are ‘together’ together? Like… publicly?” You asked hesitantly

Wanda smiled and nodded.

Nat couldn’t help but tease you. “I mean.. maybe? Depends on how nicely you as- OW”

Nat winced as Wanda kicked her foot.

You merely chuckled at the gesture. The three of you finished your breakfast with light conversation.

Nat stood up to stretch, exposing her midriff slightly. Both yours and Wanda’s eyes immediately went to her abs.

Damn. You were hungry again... this time though, not for food…

Nat merely smirked, well aware of the effect she had on the both of you.

“Wanda and I have training in an hour so we’re going to go prepare for that. Would you like to join us Detka?”

You snapped your open mouth shut and looked at her, processing what she said.

Eventually you shook your head. “I think I’m going to try sleeping. Healing so many people makes me really tired for a day or two”

Nat nodded and the two of them left.

You made your way to your room and within 10 minutes, passed out.

X—X

“Do you think y/n is okay?” Wanda asked as she ducked a punch the widow threw her way.

Nat sighed. “I’m not sure.. I wish I knew what was bothering her”

Pretty soon Nat had Wanda pinned to the ground and kissed her nose.

Wanda’s cute nose scrunch encouraged Nat to begin kissing all over her face.

Ms Hill is requesting Ms Y/l/n’s presence in the conference room. Came FRIDAY’s voice

The two of them froze, Wanda heard Nat’s jaw click shut.

Wanda confused simply asked FRIDAY why it didn’t tell you directly.

Ms. Y/l/n has disabled any and all announcements in her room.

Wanda and Nat took their time walking to your room with the intention of letting you rest as much as possible.

Upon entering your room they both smiled at your sleeping body sprawled over the bed.

There was a fresh earthy smell that gave the indication that you had watered your plants before you went to sleep.

They stood over your sleeping form, adorable little snores escaping you.

Nat gently laid her hand on your shoulder. “Wake up draga. You have a mission to go to”

Your eyes open partially at the sound of her voice, you let out a disgruntled ‘Nat?’.

You took her hand in yours and Natasha yelped as you pulled her in, smothering her with cuddles.

While Natasha certainly wasn’t expecting it, she was more surprised that this was the second time you got the upper hand and that you managed to flip her onto the bed.

She definitely wasn’t complaining, being in your arms felt so comfortable that she couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh and nuzzle further into you.

Meanwhile, Wanda found the situation entirely amusing. Not wanting to be left behind, she jumped into bed with the two you and huddled further into Natasha, throwing her legs over yours.

You let out a content hum and went back to sleep.

Wanda let you stay like that for another five minutes before kissing your forehead. “You have a mission, detka. You need to wake up now.”

You merely grumbled. “Five ‘more mins”

Wanda merely chuckled and straddled you, giving you the same treatment Natasha gave her when the ex-assassin had pinned her down.

Try as you may, you were unable to hold back your smile. Yet were determined not to open your eyes.

Wanda did not appreciate that at all. “If you don’t wake up right now, you’re not going to be touching Nat or I for a week.”

Nat’s eyes shot open and looked at Wanda incredulously

“What the fuck? Why am I a part of this??”

Wanda ignored Natasha’s thoughts and looked at you.

Huffing you got up abruptly, Wanda squeaked as she was thrown back on the bed.

You glared at Wanda who snorted at the look of your disheveled bed hair.

Muttering to yourself about how nobody plays nice anymore you went into the bathroom for a shower.

The two remaining women merely looked at each other and burst out laughing at your antics.

X—X

Seven minutes later the three of you entered the meeting room.

Maria Hill sat at the head of the table waiting, smirking when you entered. “Took you long enough. I see you have two new bodyguards.”

You just held their hands in return.

Maria raised her eyebrows, clearly impressed. “Congratulations. Anyway, we have an assignment for you. It’s urgent in nature so you will need to leave the moment the briefing is over”

You nodded, a little hesitant that you haven’t completely recovered from yesterday’s mission but didn’t want to let anyone down.”

Natasha wasn’t entirely convinced. “Who’s going with her?”

“Since Vision is on another mission, and Thor is off world she’s the only other person whose skill set is applicable”

You were about to as her to continue when something struck you. “Wait, what do you mean Thor is off world? We met him last night?”

Maria merely nodded. “As of this morning Thor met Doctor Strange and was informed about chaos in other worlds and sent there. ”

You gulped down the guilt of turning him down last night. If only you’d just agreed to help him.

Wanda, having heard your thoughts, squeezed your hand. “You can’t think like that draga, you weren’t feeling well enough to help him.”

You smiled in gratitude and focused on Maria. “What’s the mission?”

“A secret government facility was testing new forms of energy with the use of radiation. They created a special material which increases its radioactivity the more it’s exposed to its environment. Due to an accident the material’s container was compromised and it was opened. You’ll need to evacuate the survivors and put the material in the new container.”

You’d never healed someone else from radiation poisoning before but you knew it wouldn’t be pretty.

You grabbed the new container that was sitting on the table and turned around to see say bye to your girlfriends.

My girlfriends. The thought made your heart flutter.

Within moments, you were in a van heading to the site.

X—X

In order to occupy their time, Natasha and Wanda worked on writing their reports for yesterday’s mission. Once that was done, they decided to have an early lunch while watching some old James Bond films.

Neither said much as both were thinking about you. Despite knowing you for a few months, they had become far too attached to your presence.

Wanda felt.. empty. She had gotten so used to feeling your presence and now the lack of it felt.. wrong. It had only been a couple of hours since your departure but she desperately needed you to be okay and back with them.

Natasha was missing you far too much for her comfort. Being forced to forego all emotional bonds, the presence, or lack there of, of her partner filled her with feelings she wasn’t accustomed to handling.

Within minutes, the two found themselves in your bed. They decided to continue watching their movie in your room.

Once the movie had ended Wanda’s closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, your scent on the pillows soothing her. Soon, Natasha followed.

X—X

The slight creak of the door opening woke Natasha from her nap, she sat up as she saw you slowly shuffle towards the bathroom.

“Y/n?”

When you didn’t answer she frowned, her eyes widened when she saw your hand when you went to open the door of the bathroom. It was red and raw, as if you had been severely sunburned.

Nat slowly got up and made her way to the bathroom, but before she could reach it you had locked the door.

Wanda sat up on the bed, frowning and rubbing her eyes. “Malyshka? What’s going on? Is that y/n”

Thud

Wanda was immediately by the bathroom door, knocking repeatedly. “Y/n are you okay? What’s going on?”

When she heard you groan she didn’t hesitate to use her magic to open the door. You were face down, one hand in the shower, the rest of the body shaking on the floor.

Nat immediately knelt next to you and turned you to face them and felt her heart drop.

Wanda couldn’t help but let out a shriek at the sight, your face was almost entirely red and raw. They almost looked like burns and rashes.

They figured you had them everywhere in your body, what they didn’t know was why you weren’t healing like you usually do.

Nat noticed you trying to speak but only incoherent gasps came out.

Having read your mind, Wanda knew what you needed. With Nat’s help she got you under the shower and turned it to the coldest setting possible.

Neither left your side despite how cold the water felt.

It took ten more minutes before they saw a noticeable difference, the raw burns had lost a lot of their colour.

Wanda let out a sigh of relief as she realised your body was healing itself, albeit slower than usual.

Eventually you started shivering.

Deciding it was time to stop, Natasha shut the water and helped you up.

You looked much better, the rashes were starting to fade away.

You attempted to walk but swayed dangerously. Your girlfriends were immediately by your side.

“We need to get you out of these clothes devochka. Can you please let us help you?” Nat said gently.

You turned to her, pain radiating off you in waves.

“Too.. many… scars.” You muttered softly, too in pain to form full sentences.

Wanda gently kissed your wet cheek. “You will never be ugly to us, draga. Your scars are a part of you. And let me tell you something. You. Are. Stunning.”

It took you a minute, but you nodded. Giving your consent as you went to remove your sweatshirt but were stopped by your girlfriends.

They slowly removed your sweatshirt and your sweatpants, followed by your sports bra, panties, and socks.

Wanda choked back a sob as she saw burned skin from your right shoulder down to the left side of your hip. It took up nearly 40% of your back. Your entire right tricep was burned and your feet were littered with deep scars.

Natasha walked over to your front, slowly looking down at your body. The front merely had cuts and gashes, except for a long white scar the went from underneath your right breast to your navel.

Natasha’s heart sank as she saw the broken expression on your face. You truly believed yourself to be anything but beautiful.. So Nat did the first thing that came to her mind, she removed all her clothes.

Wanda caught on to her intentions and stood beside Natasha and stripped too.

Your eyes widened and you looked up at the ceiling, knowing damn well that if you even glanced at them you would definitely have trouble looking them in the eye.

The two held back their amusement and enveloped you in a big hug. The sheer acceptance the two showed you was enough for you to break down.

You didn’t even notice that you were wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts, or that they had somehow manoeuvred you so that you were lying down in bed between the two of them.

Their gentle praises and whispers of affection helped you relax and slowly drift into the best sleep you’ve had in years.

They watched you go to sleep, nuzzling into Wanda’s neck while you essentially draped Natasha’s arm and leg over your body.

It didn’t take long for them to follow you back into the realm of dreams.

X—X

A gentle knock on your door woke Natasha up from her rest. Turns out during your nap. You managed to turn around and completely entangle your limbs with Natasha’s so that half of you was practically on top of her.

Despite being the world’s best assassin, she knew there was no way she could untangle her limbs from yours without you waking up.

Seeing as Wanda was not as entangled as Natasha was, she called for Wanda in her mind.

After a few seconds of screaming Wanda’s name in her mind, Wanda grumbled and shushed Nat by pressing her finger against Natasha’s lips. “You’re too loud”

“There’s someone at the door, devochka. Can you please see who it is?” Nat asked

Sighing in annoyance, Wanda gently moved out of your grasp and trudged to the door.

She opened the door to see Tony stand there in a fancy suit, a woman wearing semi-formal attire stood a little further away.

Tony looked at Wanda in surprise and smirked. “Guess I should get used to the three of you being in each other’s room.”

Wanda merely looked at him unimpressed. “Can I help you with something?”

Tony cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, I realised that y/n doesn’t really have anything to wear for the party tonight. I just need her measurements and preferences, and within half an hour my stylist will deliver something mind bogglingly stunning. I mean, it is her debut after all.”

Wanda frowned. “Tony, I don’t think y/n will be able-“

“I can do it.”

Wanda’s head snapped back to you. With Natasha’s help you were making your way to the door.

Tony’s eyes widened as he saw the scars on your feet but quickly looked up at your face. That didn’t help either. “What happened to you?”

You just smiled weakly. “Radiation poisoning is a bitch. But it doesn’t matter. I’m coming to the party.”

Tony left after the stylist took your measurements and asked you a couple questions.

She tried to inquire about your preferences but you simply said you didn’t care as long as it covered most of your body.

Other than Wanda and Natasha, you just weren’t comfortable showing your scars to anyone.

Once they left, you sat back down on the bed. Exhaustion evident on your face.

“Draga, are you sure you want to attend the party?” Natasha asked gently.

You nodded. “The visible injuries are almost completely gone and in another half an hour I should be completely fine”

Wanda moved to sit behind you, hugging your back and rested her chin on your shoulder.

You definitely didn’t feel breasts press against you. Nope. Not happening.

Your eyes flitted to Natasha who was just smirking. Honestly, you were 80% sure the assassin could read minds.

To make matters worse, she straddled your lap and rest her chin against your other shoulder.

Why the ever-loving fuck wasn’t anyone in this room wearing a bra?? And more importantly, why was it affecting you so much?

The more you thought about it the more you realised your arousal was pretty much a given since you were in a relationship with the two hottest people in the universe.

“The universe? Really?” You heard Wanda whisper in your ear teasingly.

The contact made your breath hitch.

“You’re too kind, milaya” Nat husked in your other ear.

Oh these two were going to get it for sure.

You froze when you felt Wanda lightly trail a finger down the burn on your arm.

“Does it hurt?” She asked gently.

You shook your head. “It’s just a little more sensitive than the rest of my skin”

Nat’s head perked up at that, she shifted to your other shoulder.

She tugged on your shirt, asking if you’d be comfortable removing it. You surprised yourself when you agreed immediately, up until today you hadn’t let anybody see you naked willingly. Always choosing to wear a hoodie or a sweatshirt when you spent the night with someone.

A kiss on your scarred shoulder brought you out of your thoughts, you jumped at the sensation.

“Wait” you said, slightly panicked.

The two stopped their gentle assault of kisses on your body and looked at you with such kindness and adoration that you were pretty sure you would have turned into a puddle if physically possible.

“Do- Don’t you find it… weird?” You asked hesitantly, unable to look either of them in the eye.

Nat frowned and took her finger to your chin, tilting it so you’d look at her. “Baby, there’s nothing weird about you. Your scars are proof that you did something most would not have been able to survive. You were a hero long before you got your powers.”

Your eyes fluttered when you felt Wanda cup your cheek. Unbeknownst to you she had moved to sit beside you.

You turned your head to look at her only to find her looking at you with teary eyes. “You are perfect, and I wouldn’t have you any other way. Please let me show you how much I cherish and love adore you.”

“Let us show you, draga” Nat interjected. “Let us make you feel good… Please?”

There was absolutely no way you were going to pass on the opportunity to let these goddesses please you. You simply nodded your head, not trusting your voice at the moment.

The two smiled in such a manner that you were pretty sure you’d need a towel for a certain situation down there.

Wanda leaned close to you, eyes solely fixated on your lips. You didn’t hesitate to meet them. Heart fluttering at the taste of her and feel of her soft lips.

You let out a gasp as you felt Nat place feather-light kisses on your back. You expected to freeze and ask them to stop but you couldn’t help it when your eyes fluttered shut, your breathing becoming shallow.

Nobody having ever done this to you seemed to make you extra sensitive.

When Wanda leaned her head down and bit your scarred shoulder gently you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. Fingers gripping tightly against the witches arms.

“Just let go, darling” Nat whispered in your ear. “Just enjoy the sensations”

You felt shivers travel up and down your spine as you nodded without realising.

Wanda started to nibble and suck down your neck and further down your collarbone while Natasha continued to play featherlight kisses down your back, focusing on your scar. It felt reassuring and oh so good.

You couldn’t help yourself as small whimpers and soft moans left you.

Before things could escalate, there was a soft knock on the door.

You froze, your heart immediately pounding. Wanda knowing what you needed handed you your t-shirt.

You gave her a peck and walked to the door.

Upon opening it, you found Tony’s stylist standing there, holding a black cover that clearly had your outfit.

She left shortly after handing it to you, completely ignoring the gratitude you tried to extending.

Turning around you found your girlfriends entangled in each other, kissing passionately as Wanda let out free moans due to Natasha taking control of the kiss.

Within 20 minutes you had worn your outfit and and put on some light makeup that you thought suited your outfit.

You were checking the outfit in the mirror when you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

You turned around to find your girlfriends’s hungry looks on you.

They shot up and slowly made their way towards you as though you were their prey.

You shudder when the two started licking and sucking on opposite sides of your neck.

Unable to help yourself, you let out a moan when the two sucked at the sensitive spots on your neck. Hard.

When they stepped back, Wanda let out a groan while she continued to stare at your neck.

Before you could question her motive she latched on to your neck and sucked even harder. Biting when you let out a moan.

Stepping back the two looked at you and then looked at each other in frustration.

“Can either of you tell me what the fuck is going on?” You said as you tried to get your breathing under control.

Wanda huffed and looked away, a slight blush made its way to her cheek.

“We wanted to mark you with hickeys to let everyone know you’re take. But the FUCKING hickeys won’t stay and heal within seconds.” Nat huffed, equally annoyed by the phenomena.

Wanda’s eyes light up as an idea formed in her head. She turned to your vanity and picked up two lipsticks which only they knew matched their outfits.

She glanced at Nat and told her the plan mentally.

Smirking Nat took her lipstick and applied a heavy coat on her lips.

Once they both did that, they leaned towards you and placed a kiss on either side of your neck.

Chuckling you looked in the mirror and felt a sense of belonging as the two distinct lipstick marks that your girlfriends had made.

You chuckled to yourself.

For the first time in your life, you were looking forward to attending a party. Even if it was to show other who you belonged to.

This is going to be fun.

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